Sunday, February 7, 2010

Love...


“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? As it is written: “For Your sake we are killed all day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.” Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
Romans 8:35-39

I am a firm believer that God uses ordinary, simple things to speak to us. The prayer of my heart has been that I would know the voice of God when He speaks. And I have learned that He speaks to me through very simple ways, everyday experiences. I mean why He would need to do some gigantic demonstration of nature or send some mystical revelation, when I can understand what He is saying to me through the simple things?

I suppose this desire started when I was a child climbing my favorite tree in the backyard of my South Carolina home. I would climb to the top and look at the sky and birds and “talk” to God. I would tell Him all about myself, as if He didn’t know; and pour my heart out to Him. I always wondered how He would answer me, there was never a question “if” He would answer me, but with my literal child-like faith I only wondered how.

In these days and times I have to go back to that tree in my backyard. Not physically, but in my heart I have to remind myself of how I used to simply pour my heart out to God and trust with child-like faith that He not only listens, but answers in His own way.

This morning I admit I was a little low, February can sometimes remind me of a lot of sad things. And in the process of going about doing my regular routine I needed to make a trip upstairs. I did not want my new puppy to follow, so I block all entrances to the stairway. But not long after getting upstairs, I heard the pitter patters of little paws, the puppy had somehow (and I don’t know how he did it) gotten through all barriers and made it upstairs to me anyway. At first I was angry, but when I saw how happy he was to see and be with me, my anger turned to laughter!

As I grabbed him up and hugged him, I was reminded of the scripture I’ve written above; that there is nothing that can separate us from the love of God. No matter how we may try to put up barriers of unbelief, pain, rejection, or self pity (which was in my case), God’s Love is still there. For those of us that have pets we know about their unconditional love. You can yell at them and tell them to “Go!”, but they will always welcome you with love every time they see you. Well God’s unconditional love is a trillion gazillion times bigger than that! No matter how we may feel as if He may not love us, because of things we’ve done or failed to do, He still loves us. No matter how high or wide the barrier we may have put up, His love is big enough to penetrate it and welcome us to partake if we want to.

The self pity, anxiety and depression I was feeling was swept away as I held my puppy and remembered with thankfulness of God’s unconditional love.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Slipping...


Praise our God, O peoples, let the sound of His praise be heard;
He has preserved our lives and kept our feet from slipping. Psalms 66:8-9

“…kept our feet from slipping.” That phrase has taken on a whole new meaning to me now. I know that figuratively/Biblically it means “kept from falling spiritually” but guess what? A few days ago, I experience being kept from actually slipping!

Here’s the scenario, its 5:00 AM, still dark outside, light snow on the ground. Now add to that a two and a quarter pound puppy in the process of being potty trained and me, a middle aged woman in pajamas, hair in curlers and house slippers (no pun intended) on. Both the dog and I were still a little skittish from a few days before when about 8 deer shot out from between the houses. We heard them first then out they ran down the lawn and across the street, where they stood for a few minutes looking at us as if WE had invaded THEIR territory, the nerve. With this experience in mind we, the dog and I “tip-toed” out that morning looking in every direction. But there was one direction I guess I didn’t look…down at my feet! I know there’s a spiritual lesson in this, but I’ll maybe talk about that later.

As I was encouraging (ahem) the pup to hurry and do his “business”, I took a step and all of a sudden I could feel myself falling. Now the funny thing about falling is that while your body is about to do one thing, your mind is sort of like preparing you for what’s going to happen. So while my feet are slipping, in my mind I am preparing myself to go down, I could even picture it (I know, I know where was my faith), but at the time I was feeling like one of the Three Stooges and asking myself why did I come out in the snow in house shoes that have absolutely no traction on the sole. (There’s another lesson “No traction on your soul” hmmm)

But a funny thing happened, as I was slipping and sliding and preparing to fall, by the way the puppy had gotten far out of range and was just standing there checking out the show. But a funny thing happened; I felt something or better yet someone brace my back. Just as if someone was standing behind me and stepped up to give me support. When this happened I was able to stand straight up and not fall at all!

This is not the first time something like this has happened to me, do I believe it was an Angel, you bet ya I do! And I hope it won’t be the last time one shows up to help me out.

So yes, that scripture has an even deeper meaning to me now. When I thought I was going down, He literally kept my feet from slipping. Thank you Lord!