Does God Care?

I wonder why I’m having a hard time blogging lately. I love to write. I love people. Sometimes, that’s the rub. Also, my computer is driving me crazy, not acting like it should.

            My daughter and her fifteenth-month-old daughter began staying here about two weeks ago. Her husband and other workers are rebuilding and replacing portions of their house. Lots of sawdust in the air, primers, paint and polyurethane fumes in the atmosphere to irritate skin and lungs. This caused her husband to ask her to vacate the premises for safety sake.

            So, we told her it’s okay to come and stay for a week or so. During week two my daughter’s been saying, “I think I’ll be going home soon.”

            My life is not my own, but I live in a delusional state where I think I have control. My granddaughter doesn’t like to sleep. She’s bright and interested in taking in as much as she can in any given day.

            She’s practicing walking with joy and purpose. She doesn’t like to fall so she holds onto one adult finger and tries to direct the parent or grandparent or aunt her way with such a grip that the tip of our fingers turn red and hurts.

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            If I have another direction in mind, I’ll begin turning her gently and she sets her whole body the other way. So, today we kept going in circles until I stopped us both. I was getting dizzy.

            If I’m intent and direct more firmly, she’ll twist quickly with all her strength and down she goes. And then she cries. I pick her up, comfort her and she extends her arm with fingers stretched out to show me she wants my hand. She’s raring to go. On with her mission to explore, to gain balance, to be in charge. Lately, she’s been lowering her head like a bowling ball to her waist to get her way, but then I hoist her up. She’s such a little peanut.

            Last week, I lost my favorite and only travel mug that doesn’t leak. I use it every day, first thing in my day.

            I thought I left it at church after I searched my house and any canvas bag I might have used last week. Prayed to find it at least three times a day. I asked my visitors and my husband if they’d seen it. I checked the car. I looked at church four times over the week. Each time, I saw a paper mask under a pew that no one else would see because of our social distancing procedures.

            By the fourth time, I told God, “I give up. If I never find my purple mug, I’ll just replace it.”

            Then, I thought, pick up the paper mask and throw it away. I laid down on the pew in the empty building to reach the mask and my leg kicked a wooden support of the pew in front of mine. Suddenly, the purple mug flew past me and that little event gave me joy.

            So, on Sunday I gave a testimony of God answering prayer and my husband felt sure it would be about the mug. But it wasn’t. It was about God healing my friend after I (and others, I’m sure) prayed for her on a consistent basis. Just a short prayer each morning.

            As I was writing this, I pictured myself walking and directing my granddaughter. I’m so much taller. I weigh almost 10 times more than she does. I know she shouldn’t climb light weight items and she is determined to do so, so I’ll pick her up and re-direct her and she’ll squeal in protest until I distract her with a book or a toy.

            Is that how I am with God? He’s far bigger and far more knowledgeable than I am. So, I’m praying to find my mug. I know from the Old Testament that He didn’t like it when the Israeli’s spent time and money building their homes while the temple sat idle and neglected. I’m tidying my house from all the company being over. Yet, every time I saw that paper mask on the church floor, I resisted picking it up. I checked under the pew four different times from four different angles. Each time I almost picked up the mask. Was God nudging me? Trying to re-direct the angle of sight? I’ve had people ask, “Do you really think God cares about little things like that?”

            I think He cares because He enjoys answering prayers. Do you think God cares about the little things of life? Does He care about bloggers blogging?

May God bless you.  

Busy Days with More to Come

I prayed to God for some income from writing because the manuscripts I submitted this year received no replies from editors. Praying, living life, waiting and then a phone call from a client I worked for maybe four years ago.

The project is back on again just when a person I’m close to delivers a baby. I want to go there when I can! Then, my granddaughter decides to get married within a month, yay! And I’m having opportunities to do ministry that blesses me, big time.

I spoke to my husband at lunch this week. He continually learns and then puts into practice time management techniques using Trello and Google calendar and Getting Things Done by David Allen and some aspects from Michael Hyatt since I own Full Focus Planners. He watches Michael Hyatt on YouTube along with instructors on Trello and for other electronic planning systems. Then, my husband plans action steps and does the work to manage his projects.

I’ve begun the Getting Things Done strategy. In response to my question at the restaurant, he said, “Just do a little at a time.” I soaked that in.

I’ve noticed as I get things done, he encourages me. Also, he challenges me, “is that the most efficient use of your time?”

Sometimes I want to hear it and sometimes I don’t. So, after many years of marriage, I’ll say thanks and rethink what I’m doing, or I’ll say, “I need a break and that’s my top priority.”

He takes time to rest and maybe he thinks I’m chilling when I’m not. I may be thinking of an outline or praying for someone or daydreaming.

How are you doing? Is your life full of surprises and necessary activities, or are you in a quiet place forced to be still and alone like I was last Fall?

I plan on going on a missions’ trip later this year. My husband and I drove South to see family and take time to visit instead of going sightseeing. I don’t think we’ve ever done that before.

We talked and listened and soaked up the sun and saw our grandson play soccer. We visited my grandson’s friend’s church and thoroughly enjoyed the sermon.

That time gave me the boost for these hectic weeks with more to come. And now, I’m going to read the Bible, fold and put away laundry and go to bed.

May God bless you!

Showers of Blessings

When I went to a baby shower tonight, one of the games for the people attending was to try and match a sentence or two from the children’s book it belonged to. Sixteen classic books, from Winnie the Pooh to The Secret Garden to Peter Pan to I Think I Can to Horton Hears a Who to name a few.

The ladies throwing the shower requested we bring a children’s book with a message to the baby written inside the cover. What fun!

It’s amazing how impactful children’s books are. Those attending ranged in age from low twenties to the grandmother at age 89. So many of the gals shared contented sighs as they talked about their favorite stories from early childhood.

Jesus told stories. He told about the young son asking for his inheritance early in life, while his dad and brother were still alive. After he spent all of his money on “wine, women and song,” he became hungry and friendless.

After almost starving to death, he remembered his dad and decided to go home and ask to be hired as a servant. His father welcomed him with open arms and I’ve seen more than one movie made based on “The Prodigal Son,” as the story is called.

We, as sinners goof up and as soon as we ask God to forgive us and determine in our hearts to turn from our wicked ways, God accepts us as a loving, earthly father would do.

It can be found in Luke 15.

I hope you are having a great day. May God bless you.

 

Chosen

 

My husband and I got invited to two functions today. One was an auction to benefit student scholarships in memory of a loved one now residing in heaven due to a bout of cancer. The family gives proceeds to two or three individuals heading to college to pursue a degree in medicine. Their family has a number of nurses and Certified Nursing Assistants or CNAs.

The other event was an early Thanksgiving meal coupled with the chance to celebrate a birthday.

The first group of people asked everyone to bring a dish to pass. The second one was hosted by a couple without any children and the man loves to bake and cook. So, he turned down any offer of food. He’s a contractor as well, and he does all three of those things well. The second gathering met in a home, so the number of attendees was significantly lower.

We didn’t eat until after the auction at the first one, so I ate a handful of grapes and a slice of pumpkin roll, a cake-like material rolled up with cream cheese icing inside. It’s only available around here in the Fall. Then I scurried out the door to get to the party in time. The couple we visited provide plenty of food for their company, so I knew I could eat later.

The lady of the house tends to give prophetic utterances, although not as often at home as in church when I’m there. Today, she spoke out about the turmoil in our country over the elections. I don’t remember all of it, but God said not to be overly alarmed about the controversies, that He is in control and that we should look to Him.

I remember one of the ladies saying that we need to be in prayer for our country. It amazes me to read some of the newspaper and internet writers. They don’t get why people didn’t vote for Hillary. She certainly had the media’s endorsement. A couple of weeks ago, I scrolled down Yahoo’s news items to about the twentieth item in line. A headline with the word Christian in it caught my attention; seeing as how I call myself a Christian, I clicked on it. Part of the article said something about Hillary not liking religious fanatics that stood against the right of women to make reproductive choices and something needed to be done about them.

I didn’t like the idea of an American president identifying my morality as fanaticism and my beliefs as something to be squashed out. She’s all for women, she says. If the female babies being formed up to nine months could speak, they would implore her to let them live. Waddle 'n Go Penguin             (photo from Christian Book Distributor’s site)

In all reality, every person knows that if a fetus is left alone, it becomes a human being. To say that a fetus is just a blob or whatever ridiculous word they use to convince young women to abort the growing cells, everyone knows deep inside that the person unready to give birth chooses abortion to avoid the responsibilities and inconveniences of pregnancy and child-rearing. They lose sight of the joy of parenthood, or don’t comprehend it.

Years ago, I saw a woman speak on the 700 Club when Pat Robertson was still hosting the show. She had been raped and because of her beliefs, she kept the baby. She knew it would be hard, especially if the baby looked like the biological dad. She didn’t destroy the baby; it wasn’t the baby’s fault that the dad hurt women.

Some years later, the lady wanted to tell the world that having that baby was one of the best decisions she ever made in her life.

Hillary Clinton wanted to continue abortion under the guise of women’s rights. She wanted to continue with President Obama’s social programs. Americans wanted a change. It may be as simple as that, or it may be more far reaching. Proverbs 21:1, (KJV), The king’s heart is in the hand of the LORD, as the rivers of water: he turneth it whithersoever he will.

Proverbs 24:21, (KJV), My son, fear thou the LORD and the king: and meddle not with them that are given to change:

Lately, I’ve heard of three prophets that said that God told them that Donald Trump would be president of the United States of America. When I told my oldest son about it, he said something to the effect that Trump didn’t stand a chance. I said that this is what two prophets I’d heard said, and many people are praying for him to win. Then he said something like, “Mom, mom,” in a tired voice. So, I said, “Okay, we’ll see what happens.”

After the election, he texted me, “Not that I love Trump, but I’m happy I was wrong.”

I am an election worker and for the primary to choose who the Republican candidates would be, only about 70 people came out to vote. At the election, over 500 people came out to that one place to vote. I’ve heard that the primary election may be more important than the actual election, but not everyone understands that, I guess. So, other Republican contenders didn’t get their chance to run against Hillary. That’s the way things go.

Americans can get over their troubles if they want to, by getting out of their homes and getting to know each other. If they would turn off their electronics and interact and try to understand others and stop listening to hate mongers, they may find out that people are similar to one another even if they don’t always agree with each other, or have the same customs, or have the same skin tone.

1Peter 4:8, (ESV) Above all, keep loving one another earnestly, since love covers a multitude of sins.

Anyone brought up in the Christian faith knows that all of mankind sins, according to Romans 3:23, and falls short of the glory of God. No one is perfect or ever will be perfect. The only perfect one was Jesus and that’s because He was God, the Son. This is why He became our Savior. God hates sin and what it does. He’s ready to punish us for behaving so abominably. Then Jesus in full agreement with God the Father and God the Holy Spirit, decided to make a way to save our sorry selves. He took on all the sins of the world. All of them. So we could love one another and be forgiven of our sins so one day we could enter heaven.

If Americans humble themselves and take up their Christian beliefs, those who were born into a Christian background, that is, and read the Bible and repent and follow Jesus’ commands to love God first and to love others as their selves, most of the chaos in this country would disappear.

Jesus invites all nations and all tribes to follow Him. He’s ready to love all and to forgive all because He created all. He loves every single person in the world, it says in John 3:16.

That is what I have found to be true in my life and in the lives of others. I have tested God as it says to do in the book of Malachi and found Him to be trustworthy. How about you? Have you ever asked God about Himself? He wants all in heaven with Him and contrary to lies, heaven is not a boring place. If God created the world and all that is in it, and heaven as well, [Col_1:16, (ESV) For by him all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities—all things were created through him and for him,] how could it ever be boring?

The devil is a liar come to steal, kill and destroy, Jesus said in John 10:10 and Jesus came to give life and that abundantly. Ask Jesus to prove Himself, that’s my suggestion to you in these trying times.

May God bless you.

 

 

“You Said What?!!”

I’m sticking my head past the refrigerator door to peer inside for some kind of food, talking to hear myself talk, I guess, and out of my mouth, I hear myself say, “…God, Baby.”

I froze. Did I just call the God of the Universe, the Great I Am, the Judge, “Baby”?

I immediately asked God’s forgiveness. I told Him I’m His baby, but Never did I want to show such familiarity with God that I would call Him “Baby”.

My mind started going to the fact that I’ll always be His baby. Then I pictured a mom bending over a new child wrapped in a snug receiving blanket, smiling and trying to coax a smile out of the infant, and cooing. In my kitchen I felt love pour over me like a warm waterfall.

I knew what it was to be that tender child, encompassed by a love so deep, so full of intentions for my well-being that I could have stayed in that moment forever.

Zep 3:17 (KJV): The LORD thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing.

I keep running into this verse from people. If I’ve brought it up before, I don’t mind repeating it. It’s hard for me to fathom the depth of God’s love for me and for others. Once in a while He shows me a bit.

As an aside, in case you are a regular follower of this blog, you may have noticed that I’ve been away from the keyboard. For about three days, I slept most of the time, trying to get well. For the first time in years I battled the flu, the one with days of fever and then coughing and sore throat and a headache big time. I didn’t even read a book for days, other than some of the Bible.

A day or so ago my husband told me, “You’re feeling better.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re talking again.”

I didn’t realize I hadn’t been. Rare in our forty-three years of knowing each other.

My fever left today, so I’ll stay away from people for another day or two.

And I’ve asked God to please guard my lips. I don’t like to say things that I shouldn’t. I don’t like to think things that I shouldn’t. I mostly like this planet earth, but I won’t say nay to heaven and no more sin up there! Yay!

I hope you’re healthy in every way possible. God bless!