Thursday, July 28, 2022
Thursday, July 21, 2022
Yesterday morning, I slipped away a little before 6:30, kayak strapped into the back of my husband's truck and drove the 6-minutes to our nearby little lake.
It's so close, yet I can count on one hand the number of times I've been out this summer, with fingers to spare (it's simply been busier than anticipated - in a totally good way - no regrets).
But there's something about being in the stillness: listening to the melodic birdsong, watching the ripples in the lake as the fish jump and splash, following the ducks as they paddle past with little fingerling-fish still in their beaks from morning fishing, seeing the dragon flies flit about, gazing as the local deer jump gracefully over the fences to come closer to the water's edge for a drink, raising my head as an eagle soars over-head, discovering an osprey nest as mama feeds her little ones, feeling the warmth of the rising sun on my cheeks, and hearing the whispers of gentle breezes stirring the reeds and wild-flowers along the shore.
It just does something to my soul.
And, yesterday morning it dawned on me what that "something" is...
It humbles me there in the stillness as I bask in the rich blessings of the creation about me.
If the creation is so magnificent...
...what about the CREATOR of it all?
How MAJESTIC must He be...
How HOLY and SOVEREIGN...
Yet this CREATOR cares about me...
And, I'm reminded of...and echo the Psalmist (8:3-9, The Message):
When I look up at your macro-skies, dark and enormous,
your handmade sky-jewelry,
Moon and stars mounted in their settings.
Then I look at my micro-self and wonder,
Why do you bother with us [me]?
Why take a second look our [my] way?
Yet we’ve so narrowly missed being gods,
bright with Eden’s dawn light.
You put us in charge of your handcrafted world,
repeated to us your Genesis-charge,
Made us stewards of sheep and cattle,
even animals out in the wild,
Birds flying and fish swimming,
whales singing in the ocean deeps.
GOD, brilliant Lord,
your name echoes around the world.
Yesterday was about perspective, which reminds me who I am:
I am but a fleck of dust floating about the cosmos...
Yet the Creator honors me...
By making me in His image (and, of course, not just me, BUT every babe still-in-the-womb to every man-or-woman-with-one-foot-in-the-grave), He crowns me with glory...
As His child, I am royalty...
Destined for the throne...
Designed with purpose...
And, He delights in me...
I don't get it, and therefore, I am humbled…all because of WHOSE I AM!
There is no room for pride as long as I see myself through His eyes
I am HIS!!!
I AM THAT I AM calls me His own.
Assignment #1 in humility:
Sit with the Creator in His Creation.
Don't let a thing escape your notice.
Gain perspective of who you really are in light of all things made...and, yet who He says you are by His Word.
Thursday, July 14, 2022
...and sometimes this 👆gets me into trouble!
The problem with writing is that it requires words.
Those words are linked together to create a sentence; then, one sentence links together with another and another to form a paragraph; and, ultimately, paragraphs combine to comprise a blog post.
What's missing is body language.
Most importantly, the eyes of the author are absent.
Without the eyes, one can not see into the soul.
And, an author's soul just can't be spilled out entirely through ink...no matter how much one tries.
This said, oh, how I struggle to put into words, sentences, and paragraphs my current study on pride and humility.
So, sometimes when I write, I don't pay enough attention to getting my heart across....and, the end result is that the poison of pride seeps into that ink.
God hates pride.
I hate pride....my own pride!
AND, the more I research, read God's Word, attempt to glean a deeper understanding, it seems the more my own pride raises its ugly head.
I haven't conquered it - not by a long shot!
Heaven forbid that I ever communicate that I have! A big apology when it has mindlessly occurred.
But, humility isn't a vaporous dream, either....it is, in no way, a cloud that will constantly and illusively slip through my fingers.
Pride does not have the final say!
I have hope...
Hope of humility flew into my world this week, as I randomly read one Scripture verse and remembered another.
Numbers 12:3 crept into mind (oh, not the exact "address," but the words):
A man who was NOTHING, yet a man whom God could fill and use mightily.A man who knew he was NOTHING, but that God was EVERYTHING.A man who now asked, "Who am I that I should go?"And, a man who heard God say, "You are right, you are not the i am, but I AM the I AM...."
Thursday, July 7, 2022
Warning & FYI: this is the beginning of an after 4th of July lament that began a few weeks back.
I'm mentally putting pieces of thoughts into one place - creating a file for handy reference.
Perhaps this has crossed your mind, as well...
So, I'll gladly accept your thoughts and laments.
My mind is torn this morning on how to live in a world where evil is ever increasing.......and, called good.
(As a side, good is also called evil.)
I never thought I'd live to see it so blatantly.
It shouldn't surprise me.
Scripture warns us of it; and, adds a "woe" to those folks who buy into it.
Definition: "Woe" in God's Word is an exclamation of grief that comes from a heart broken by stubborn blindness of God's people.