Sunday, August 31, 2008

Do it for Him

And whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him. Colossians 3:17


Sitting a the dining room table having my devotions, I began to feel a little sorry for myself as I thought, “Is this it Lord?” Is this what my life is suppose to be like?”
I am 57 years old and my exciting weekend amount to visiting the nursing home to hear my 81-year-old friend give me an update on the consistency of her bowels and how often she moves them? I began to laugh and cry at the same time, ever did that? Cry because of the pathetic-ness of it and laugh because it IS funny! I don’t mind visiting the home it’s just that it was not part of my “plans” so many years ago...

Let me go back a bit, back when I thought I was in the full fledge of life. My late husband and I had lots of “friends” and we were busy most nights of the week. We were involved in ministries that required meetings. So when were not out doing the ministry, we were in the meetings about the ministries. And weekends for me involved weddings, funerals, women’s conferences, etc, etc. I felt like I was really in the “swing of things.” Doing God’s work and loving it. I felt like I belonged to an exclusive society of people that just didn’t sit back and let life happen, but was busy doing things that made life happen (make sense?).

Now with many life changes and a little more wisdom, thanks to God, His patience and love, I see things differently now. Sometimes I still wonder why I end up going to the nursing home or why when it seems no one else cares I end up listening to the hurting person that no one has time for. To be honest, sometimes I wonder why the things that I desire but do not get, I seem to give…freely. But who said that life is fair? So even though I may feel that somehow I have been handed a raw deal, I have to trust and believe that if God knows all about it, then He will reward me in HIS way. My responsibility is to do what I do unto Him and not do it to satisfy man and that includes myself. And to give thanks of course. Even though I may say to myself “If I hear about her bowel movements one more time…” I must remember “do it for Him’

After all Jesus, came and walked among prostitutes, criminals, lepers, spent time with them. I’m sure His position in heaven was much more illustrious than how He lived on earth. He exchanged streets of gold for the dirty dusty roads of Jerusalem. He exchanged angelic choirs singing “Holy, Holy” for the cries of the sick, blind and lame calling out to Him to heal them. But most of all He exchanged His pure life for my sinful one. So how can I not “do it for Him”?

Friday, August 8, 2008

Grandma's feet

For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother’s womb. Psalms 139:13

Ever since I was a child my feet have been the subject of many complaints by me, embarrassment and jokes. Now don’t get me wrong I’m very thankful for my feet, how does the saying go “I once complained because I had no shoes, until I met a man that had no feet”? So really I am grateful to have feet and be able to walk! Thank you Lord! But because the Lord chose to make my feet unique (ahem) putting it mildly, I never chose to wear shoes with the toes out.

I am a confessed shoe lover and always admire people who are able to wear their toes out and painted with those cute little open toe shoes (sigh). Things dreams are made of, for me. When shopping I pass over those shoes and head for the closed toe ones. I do venture to wear a “mule” (shoe with the heel out) and have lots of those. But I never had the nerve to actually wear a classy open toe shoes for fear of hearing gasps from anyone in public who would get a glimpse of my short stubby toes!

The few pair of sandals that I have don’t count because those are designated only for wearing to a quick run to the grocery store or errand. They kind of fall in the category with the ugly scarf I wear over my rollers when I have to make a dash run, it’s not really a part of your wardrobe; but come in handy when you have something to do and know no one will recognize you, or care to with you looking like THAT! Except that one time in the drugstore, I was in my “incognito” outfit and this woman I had not seen in a while called my name out really loud and came over to have what turned out to be a conversation for about 45 minutes! I tried really hard to cover my toes and head as each person came through the doors. I guess it worked because I didn’t hear any gasps. Only I could have sworn the lady I was talking to, her eyes kept looking down…

Anyway, my feet, I was looking at them the other day and it came to me…you have feet like your Grandma Reed! Ha! That’s it! You mean God didn’t make a mistake, maybe looked away for a second when He was forming me? No! my feet aren’t a mistake! I have my Grandma’s feet and what an honor that is!
Grandma Reed lived to be 102 years old and during her lifetime she proved that she was a strong, resilient faith-filled woman! She was a woman that had a hard life but always spoke positively and had a laugh! AND she loved pretty shoes. The last time I saw her alive, she was unable to get around on her own but she was admiring my youngest sister’s shiny shoes! Oh Grandma, God saw fit to give me feet like yours, feet I never heard you complain about, feet that took you through life, through the good and bad times and now on to heaven! Where you are dancing before God’s throne! I am blessed to have my feet and you know what? Open toed shoes here I come…I believe Grandma would’ve approved!