Mercy on Mt. Rainier

The day dawned perfect for hiking to waterfalls and enjoying the beauty of creation.  It was one of those rare days in the Pacific Northwest where Mt. Rainier could be seen in all its glory!  So we took off, in the morning, and headed for the trails.  

We were not disappointed.  We walked beneath the towering pines, traversed a log hewn bridge across a swollen creek and drank from the pristine water of the falls.  By late afternoon we had worked up an appetite.  We drove on to the lodge for dinner.

We arrived early, so we set off on a nearby, paved pathway to pass the time.  There were many other people milling about as well.  It was one of those days you just have to take advantage of.  We found ourselves, along with others, on a quaint wooden bridge.  It stood over a creek, where water sought to find a path between the boulders, coming down from the mountain in the distance.  We stopped as I tried to capture the beauty with my camera and take the obligatory selfie.  

As we turned to leave the bridge, two brothers, perhaps 3 and 5 years old, walked toward us.  The older one accidently bumped into the younger one, knocking him over.  As he fell, he rolled toward the edge of the bridge.  I can still see the scene replay, in slow motion, in my mind.  I lunged for the boy, but just as my hand was about to take hold of his leg, he disappeared over the edge.  An involuntary, guttural cry came forth from my body.  I was sure the child was dashed upon the rocks below.  I got up, looked at my husband in shock and all I could say between cries was, “I tried, I tried”.

As the father came rushing over, I followed him around the end of the bridge.  There lay the boy, perfectly fit between two boulders, crying but alive.  The father grabbed him up and hurried up to the bridge.  An EMT was also enjoying the day with his family and came over to offer his assistance.  After giving the boy a thorough exam, he said the boy appeared to be fine.  No blood.  No broken bones.  The parents took him on to the lodge to be further examined.  I simply stood there sobbing and thanking God for a miracle!

I had never experienced anything like that before.  I grew up babysitting and had planned heroic rescues many times in my thoughts, but I never had to put one into action.  I spent the rest of the day and night replaying the scene over and over again.  I was horrified that I couldn’t save him.  I kept thinking, “if only I had…I should have done… What must people think of me, that I could not stop him?  Did I really do all I could?”  I truly wasn’t sure, until the next day when I felt the bruise upon my knee.  The bridge was about 6-8 feet above the ground.  I saw where he went over the edge and where he was found.  I still can’t figure out how he ended up where he was, other than an angel.

I began to wonder if Satan had tried to destroy the boy and me, or if God had a lesson for me, or both.  I have no doubt the enemy is always looking for a way to destroy us, but it was indeed a lesson that God is Sovereign.   “But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.  We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair;  persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.” (2 Corinthians 4:7-9)

 We often forget that we are part of a bigger story God has written.  When we begin with our smaller story, we think it is all about us.  This leads us to believe we are responsible for the outcome, as if the plot resolution is up to us.  We must secure a happy ending.  Our life must go well.  So, in my case, I had to be the hero and save the boy; failure being my greatest fear.  The truth is, neither my success, nor my failure determined the outcome.  God did.  It was not my action that saved the boy, but God’s mercy.  

The morning after the incident, I read what Paul says in Romans 8:37, “We are more than conquerors through Christ who loved us”.  Christ overcame through His death and resurrection, not by triumphing over His circumstances.  We too overcome by the way of the cross, the way of love.  When we relinquish our lives to the will of God, we find true life.  Life does not consist in living well, but loving well.  “Yes, everything else is worthless when compared with the infinite value of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have discarded everything else, counting it all as garbage, so that I could gain Christ and become one with him.”  (Philippians 3:8-9)  So whether we receive a “happy ending” in our current circumstance or not, we can trust in both God’s sovereignty and His goodness.  We can trust in His love.  It is only then that we overcome the enemy of our souls.

100 X

And everyone who has left houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother or wife or children or fields for my sake will receive a hundred times as much and will inherit eternal life.

Matthew 19:29 NIV

Recently I had a friend ask me why I never adopted any kids.  I don't talk much about our decision not to adopt, mostly because I fear people won't understand.  I mean...it's what you do when you can't have kids, right? Only it wasn't just about us.

Of course we thought about it, but ultimately it wasn't what God had planned.  This is the part I fear sounds a little odd.  Many years ago...as I dreamed of being offered a child, I distinctly heard the Spirit in me say, "give it to Sara (name changed)".  What?!  She too was struggling with infertility.  A few short weeks later, I did, indeed, receive a call about a baby needing adopted.  Was I interested?  Oh, the agony of that moment!  How I went over and over this with God, "what if this is my only shot?".  And yet, I submitted and made the offer to my friend. 

The road between there and here, was a long one, with many ups and downs.  However, I am now fully content.  I trust in God's plan for my life, because it really isn't my life any way.  "I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me.  The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me." (Galatians 2:20) 

Please don't feel bad for us, because God is faithful and has His own way of gathering a family.  Almost 22 years ago I left my home and family to come to a distant land (hey from Oregon to Indiana seemed like it).  And then I gave up having my own children.   But, I am living the reality of Matthew 19:29.  I met my husband here, I was given great in-laws, I have friends who have become family, my brother now lives here, we support children through Compassion International, and I am blessed with so many kids in my life to love on and be loved by.  I am truly blessed and  God is faithful to His Word.  I have no doubt I will reach 100 X and then... I will be welcomed home.

I Got Out

This morning, as I went to my Facebook page to share a video in remembrance of Billy Graham's passing, I saw this photo and the message struck me.  The photo is from a game, but the truth rings loud and clear of another escape.

"For he has rescued us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into the kingdom of the Son he loves,  in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins." Colossians 1:13-14

Yes, I got out!!  I have been set free from slavery to Satan and now walk in light.  The proof of  my innocence is Jesus.  In Christ I am clothed with His righteousness (Galatians 3:27) and He is my mediator, interceding on my behalf (Hebrews 9:15).  

The difference between the game I played and true freedom, is that the game I played was undertaken on my own merit and ability.  Salvation is based on faith in Jesus' blood alone.  It is He who sets us free.  Release comes from our surrender to Him, not our own effort.  

Praise to the One who sets us free and says, "So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed." (John 8:36)

The Full Jar

 If you go back to my post from last February, you will find this.

I am recording the ways God is evident in my life; the good that He brings me.  We sometimes wonder if He is there, especially in the hard times.  So, I want to record reminders of all the ways He shows up.  He can be seen in the simple and the complex; the small and the big things of life.

This is my jar one year later: 

I tried my best to remember to write down each thing as it happened and today it is full.

I poured them all out.  What a beautiful pile of color and blessing!  It was a delight to reread each one and remember all that God has been and done for me.  Some contained a hint of sadness, but it was overcome by the joy of seeing God's hand working all things for my good.  It was a moment of thanksgiving, joy, peace and faith.  I highly recommend it!

May your 2018 be filled with all the fullness of God!

The Missing Gift

If you read my post "Will My Kitten Go To Heaven?", then you recognize the cutie in this photo.  Gracie Lou.  She has now been missing for 6 days.

She had been with us a mere 6 months, but in that short time, I had become smitten.  I even gave up on perfectly clean floors and a hairless rug.  I have dozens of pictures of her sleeping in the funniest positions.  I miss waking up and giving her a morning "rub down", then watching her play with her toys.  I miss her popping up in the window to let us know she wants in.  I even miss her immediately wanting back out to go chase some unsuspecting bird or mouse.  But mostly, I miss stroking her soft fur and hearing that purr, while she tolerated me holding her like a baby. Ha!

Yes, I know she is just a cat.  I am, after all, the last person I thought would be crying over losing a pet.  But here I am.  I have cried tears over my Gracie.  I have asked God the why question (why did He give me the kitten as a gift and then take her away or allow her to be taken, depending on your theology).  And I have landed solidly on:

²⁰ At this, Job got up and tore his robe and shaved his head. Then he fell to the ground in worship ²¹ and said:

“Naked I came from my mother’s womb,
    and naked I will depart.
The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away;
    may the name of the Lord be praised.”

²² In all this, Job did not sin by charging God with wrongdoing.

Job 1:20-22

Whether it be a very special kitten, parent, spouse, child or friend...loss beckons to know why.  Why would a loving God allow such pain and sorrow?  Why love at all, if it only ends in loss?  Why follow God, if this is the way He treats His servants/friends?  WHY?!

I can't give you a satisfactory answer, other than we live in a fallen world.  Any attempt falls short, of comfort, in the moment of pain.  In the here and now, so much doesn't make sense and never will.  What allows me to align with Job is faith and hope.  Faith in a faithful God.  A God who IS love and works for our eternal good. (1 John 4:8, Romans 8:28)  Hope in the promise of perfection to come.  A time when pain and sorrow are no more. (Revelation 21:4)  I believe that God's Word is true and His ways higher than mine.  I believe that He rewards those who seek Him.  I believe because of Jesus, who came, died and rose again to redeem and restore. (Isaiah 61) 

¹⁸ I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. ¹⁹ For the creation waits in eager expectation for the children of God to be revealed. ²⁰ For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope ²¹ that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the freedom and glory of the children of God.

Romans 8:18-21

I don't know what eternity with God will be like, but I know it will be great.  David declared "You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand." (Psalm 16:11)  Amen!

The Empty Jar

My friend Penny posted this on her Facebook page.  I liked the idea, so I found an empty jar.  Then I cut colored paper into slips on which to write the good things, because who doesn't want a little color in life?   I put a little twist on it though. 

I am recording the ways God is evident in my life; the good that He brings me.  We sometimes wonder if He is there, especially in the hard times.  So, I want to record reminders of all the ways He shows up.  He can be seen in the simple and the complex; the small and the big things of life.

A few of the things I have included are:  Finding a parakeet nest at the beach (it was really cool!), sending a note to a friend and having her reply that it was perfect timing and content, an opportunity to use my gifts in women's ministry and reading the right Bible study lesson on the right day.

The last one needs more explanation.  It was January 9th.  It would have been my mother-in-love's 70th birthday.  I was missing her and on the edge with my emotions.  When I opened the lesson for that day, the selected scripture was 1 Thessalonians 4:13-14, "¹³ But we do not want you to be uninformed, brethren, about those who are asleep, so that you will not grieve as do the rest who have no hope. ¹⁴ For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who have fallen asleep in Jesus."  God knew I would need some encouragement that day.  HOPE!

There is more; the story does not end here.  But that will have to wait for another day, another post.  My question to you is:

  What's in your jar?

Journey to Healing - The Next Chapter

2016 found me once again asking for a doctors help.  This time at the Cleveland Clinic.  Due to my husbands surgery, earlier in the year, our deductible was met.  So, it seemed a good time for a colonoscopy.  Okay, is there ever a good time for a colonoscopy?  Not really.  I did, however, want to find out if there was a physical reason for the pain in my lower right abdomen.  And, as no local doctor would do it, to Cleveland I went.

I had three different tests run.  They all came back normal.  Great!  Wait a minute...what about the redundant colon and colonic inertia Mayo diagnosed me with?  According to Dr. Shen there was no sign of them.  Halleluiah!  The first of October I was prayed over during a healing service and God healed me!  That is good news.

The not so good news, depending how you look at it, is that my bacterial overgrowth is still a problem.  So, God left me a thorn in the flesh (2 Corinthians 12:7).  I am okay with that.  He, indeed, will give me the grace I need to manage.  There is a diet that works and I will be healthier because of it. 

So, I enter 2017 with a goal to do the hard work necessary for my health.  A new chapter of living well, maybe not perfectly but intentionally.  I pray that this year will find you living well too.  Happy New Year!!

The Reason She Cried

What was it about getting a doll house, that made a 43 year old woman cry?  Was it because she had always dreamed of one?  Was it because it was the exact replica of her "real" house?  Yes...and no. 

The doll house

 The "real" house

I am that 43 year old woman, and yes I cried when my father-in-law, Tooger,  presented me this doll house. 

If you read my former post, you know that my mother-in-law recently passed away.  During a family dinner, the night before her service, we were looking through the family albums.  I came across a photo of my husband, as a young boy, playing with a large doll house.  I learned that Tooger had built it.  I said how jealous I was, because I had always wanted a doll house like that.  Someone may have made a comment about building one like our current house, but it was quickly dropped and I didn't think anymore about it.  Until it showed up in my loft!

I was touched so deeply because I felt seen and heard.  He heard my heart and put in the effort to build it for me.

It wasn't just about a doll house, but the need we all have; a deep longing to be known and loved; worthy of someone's effort.  While my Father-"in-love" showed me a tangible example of this, it is God who ultimately satisfies our deepest longing.

God is the one who knows us completely:
O Lord, You have searched me and known me.
² You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
You understand my thought from afar.
³ You scrutinize my path and my lying down,
And are intimately acquainted with all my ways.
⁴ Even before there is a word on my tongue,
Behold, O Lord, You know it all. ¹³ For You formed my inward parts;
You wove me in my mother’s womb. Psalm 139:1-4, 13

God is the one who loves us perfectly :
See how great a love the Father has bestowed on us, that we would be called children of God; and such we are.  1 John 3:1

God is the one who decided we were worth the effort:
But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:8  ¹⁶ For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life. John 3:16

Praise be to God!

Will My kitten Go To Heaven?

Will my kitten go to heaven?  I don't know.  What I do know is...heaven came down through my kitten.  What?!

Let me back up a bit and explain what I mean.  My husband, Michael, and I are not pet people.  He is allergic, I am a cleany, and it isn't practical, for as much traveling as we like to do.  However, around September 12, 2016 a tiny, lost, black and white kitten showed up on our doorstep.  She was so sweet and hungry.  So, we fed her, tamed her, and built her a house.  We were instantly smitten and decided to keep her (outside of course). 

Upon taking her to the vet, we learned a kitten matching her description had been lost from there.  How she traveled from town out to our house in the country was a mystery.  My heart sank thinking I would have to return her.  The owner, however, was happy to find her a new home.

On Spetember 17th, our world was rocked with the sudden death of Michael's mother; my mother-in-love.  To be honest, I am still trying to adjust to this new reality.  She is with Jesus, so we rejoice for her, but grieve the fellowship we have lost for now.

During that first week, our mystery kitten was a great comfort.  We even started letting her come in and sleep on a special blanket in the evenings.

It was one of those evenings, while she was sprawled out on my lap, that I noticed the shape of the white marking on her chest...a heart! 

I believe God is in the details and cares greatly for us.  I believe He sent this kitten.  The love of the Trinity, sent down from heaven, in the form a kitten bearing the mark of love, to comfort us in our time of need.

The Lonely Goose

This spring and summer our pond was full of Canadian Geese.  We even had a gaggle of babies.  It is turning to fall now, and they are heading south.  All that is...except one.  We have one goose left.  Unable to fly due to an injured wing. 

The other day, as I drove down the driveway, my heart was sad for this lonely goose; sad that it could not join the others; sad that it could not fly the way it was meant to.  Can you imagine being created to fly and stuck on the ground?  I can...

I know what it is like to be unable to do what I was created to do.  I was born a woman, created to bear children, but have been unable to do so.  As devastating a feeling as that was, in that moment, gazing at our lone goose, it was not myself who came to mind, but God.

It was Jesus' words in Matthew 23:37 that came to mind, "“Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were not willing."  Oh how it must grieve God to watch us go on making mud pies in the slums when infinite joy has been offered us!

We are not living as we were meant to.  We were created for Eden.  We were created to live in the joy of God's presence. We were created to soar!  

Do you not know?
    Have you not heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God,
    the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
    and his understanding no one can fathom.
²⁹ He gives strength to the weary
    and increases the power of the weak.
³⁰ Even youths grow tired and weary,
    and young men stumble and fall;
³¹ but those who hope in the Lord
    will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
    they will run and not grow weary,
    they will walk and not be faint.

Isaiah 40:28-31

As long as it is called "Today", let us not be deceived by sin's deceitfulness, and turn away from the living God. (Hebrews 3:12-13)  By the power of the Holy Spirit we CAN be transformed, day by day, into the children of God we were meant to be.  "Let us draw near to God with a sincere heart and with the full assurance that faith brings.. Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful." (Hebrews 10:22-23)

Uniqueness Without Comparison

As I was driving yesterday, from my home to the next town over, I was overcome with the beauty of the scenery.  I wish I had stopped and captured it for you, but my description will have to do.  It was a long, straight stretch of highway.  On either side were fields of crops, dark green, in their summer glory.  The sky was a brilliant blue dotted all about with perfect, white, puffy clouds.  The scene stretched out before me was glorious and made me thankful to live in the Midwest.

This after a summer of less than ideal Midwest weather.  Maybe that is why it was such a beautiful, perfect day.  Or maybe, after studying about God that morning, He had given me new eyes to see it as He did.

In that moment, as my ordinary Midwest town was transformed into a site as beautiful as any I had seen, I realized that beauty has no bounds, it comes in all different varieties.  I have been blessed to be able to travel all over the U.S. and some abroad.  This world has many amazing places.  But I have been just as in awe of the barren Badlands, as I have the crystal clear waters of the Caribbean, or the majestic Rocky Mountains. 

You see, that morning I had been reading about the two sons and the Father in Henri Nouwen's book, The Return of the Prodigal.  The younger son had wandered away, while the older stayed home.  The Father celebrated the return of the younger son!  The older son was not too happy about that, but he too was invited into the Father's joy.  In fact, all the Father had was available to the older son, it always had been. 

We live in this earthly land of comparison, always labeling one thing better than another, or striving to get what we think we deserve, and we project that on God...but that is not God.  He loves perfectly with a divine love that allows for uniqueness without comparison.  His love rejoices with the truth, bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things...His love never fails! (1 Corinthians 13)  With God, His love and joy in one does not take away from another; all are deeply loved; all can come to be forgiven.  His love is a transforming love that makes all things new, brings beauty from ashes, and turns mourning into dancing. 

So, wherever you find yourself to be, may you find yourself enveloped in God's amazing love and the unique beauty that surrounds you! 

Boy Wonder

On our recent trip to the beach, we decided to take a walk along the shore.  As we were walking, a little boy ran right in front of us.  He was oblivious to our presence, because his attention was on something far more interesting. As he ran by I heard him exclaim to his sister, "Look what I found!"  In his hand was a shell, or some other wonder he had discovered at the edge of the sea.  My thoughts went to Eden.

Is this what God meant it to be like?  This boy wonder?  When you think about the vastness of God's creation, the magnitude of it's beauty, do you ever wonder why?  Why did He go to such lengths?  Is it really all necessary?

I believe it shows us the extravagant nature of our God.  I think we were meant to live like that little boy; constantly amazed at new and wonderful discoveries, at the glory of God.

I read recently, in a book by Mark Batterson, that Arnold Summerfield, a German physicist and pianist, discovered that a single hydrogen atom is more musical than a grand piano (100 frequencies vs. 88).  "Every single atom is a unique expression of God's creative genius...every atom echos that original melody sung in three-part harmony by the Father, Son and Holy Spirit.  Research in "bioacoustics" has revealed that we are surrounded by millions of ultrasonic songs."  How cool is that?!

I was reminded of Luke 19:37-40, "As soon as He was approaching, near the descent of the Mount of Olives, the whole crowd of the disciples began to praise God joyfully with a loud voice for all the miracles which they had seen, shouting: “Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord; Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!”  Some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to Him, “Teacher, rebuke Your disciples.”  But Jesus answered, “I tell you, if these become silent, the stones will cry out!”  It seems they already are. ;)

We were created to worship God and sing of His excellencies!  Will we join in with the rest of creation?  Come, let us exalt His name together!

Psalm 96

Sing to the Lord a new song;

Sing to the Lord, all the earth.

2 Sing to the Lord, bless His name;

Proclaim good tidings of His salvation from day to day.

3 Tell of His glory among the nations,

His wonderful deeds among all the peoples.

4 For great is the Lord and greatly to be praised;

He is to be feared above all gods.

5 For all the gods of the peoples are idols,

But the Lord made the heavens.

6 Splendor and majesty are before Him,

Strength and beauty are in His sanctuary.

7 Ascribe to the Lord, O families of the peoples,

Ascribe to the Lord glory and strength.

8 Ascribe to the Lord the glory of His name;

Bring an offering and come into His courts.

9 Worship the Lord in holy attire;

Tremble before Him, all the earth.

10 Say among the nations, “The Lord reigns;

Indeed, the world is firmly established, it will not be moved;

He will judge the peoples with equity.”

11 Let the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice;

Let the sea roar, and all it contains;

12 Let the field exult, and all that is in it.

Then all the trees of the forest will sing for joy

13 Before the Lord, for He is coming,

For He is coming to judge the earth.

He will judge the world in righteousness

And the peoples in His faithfulness.

From Seashell to Sand

 "If I find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world.”
― C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

The above quote has become dear to me, as I am daily faced with suffering in this world.  I love happy endings!  In my heart I ache for a place with no pain or sorrow.  I hate goodbyes!  In the deepest part of me there is a knowledge of right and wrong, and that I was made for something more.  And so, with C.S. Lewis, I conclude that I must be made for another world.  A world where beauty, not brokenness is the norm.  And I believe one day, when Christ returns for His bride, we will know that world.  But what about now?

Recently I was able to escape to the beach for a few days of rest.  While reading my book, I looked down at the sand.  Pieces of it glittered in the sun.  Individual pieces of the whole.  I picked up a handful and let it fall through my fingers.  As I did so, God spoke beauty to my heart.  A beauty made from brokenness.

Have you ever really looked at sand and contemplated its makeup?  Tiny pieces of shells; once whole but now broken by the crashing waves of the sea.  The sea, which houses life and death.

Shells are amazing in design, they are home to sea creatures, and have many varieties.  An individual shell is a thing of beauty.  But an individual shell can only be enjoyed by a few and they are easily broken.

At first a broken shell is disfigured, sharp, and not much use.  But over time, when it has been pounded by the waves repeatedly, it becomes something more.  It is still individual pieces, but they are softened and join together with others to form a vast beach.  A beach consisting of sand that beckons people to sink their toes in, build castles or just relax against its soft warmth.

We are like those shells.  We are beautiful.  We are easily broken.  We become wounded, disfigured and not very useful.  We may even hurt others who come close.  If we remain self-protective, our beauty, gifts and talents will only reach so far.  But if we will surrender to what the Lord is doing as the waves of trials break over us, we can become like the sand.

We will be part of the greater story God is telling; a part of the whole, working together in community; being filled and filling others with joy and peace for the glory of God.  Then our brokenness will be beautiful.  So, even now, while we wait for the ultimate reality, we can begin to experience His restoration.  His beauty alive in us. Christ in us, the hope of glory! (Colossians 1:27)

My Christmas Gift

It is Christmas time.  The time of gift giving and remembering the greatest gift ever given.  God gave me a gift yesterday.  A simple gift.  An answered request to delight His child.  

Yes, a gift just because it made me happy and glorified Him in the giving.  After all, God is the one who said, "it is more blessed to give than to receive". (Acts 20:35)  So, it only seems right that he was more delighted than I.

What makes it even greater is...I had been pondering life and lamenting my propensity to stumble in my spiritual life.  I had just read about David and how, even though he stumbled at times, he was still a man after God's own heart.  Isaiah 40:30-31 came to mind, encouraging me that God looks at the heart, not the perfection of our steps, and that it is He who will strengthen me.

We have a pair of bald eagles that frequent our lake and now, it seems, they have an off spring.  In all the times we have seen them perched high in the trees, we have never seen them hunt.  So, the other day I said to God that I would love to see them swoop down on the lake.  Yesterday, right after my pondering, they did just that.

We watched as the pair flew in pursuit of a duck.  The dusk narrowly escaping, as it dove underneath the surface.  We then watched the scene replay over and over, as one eagle kept trying.  We never did see the eagle succeed, but its mate was seen eating something at the other end of the lake.

Who am I that God would give me such a gift?  O Lord, our Lord, How majestic is Your name in all the earth!

Psalm 8 (NASB)

The Lord’s Glory and Man’s Dignity.

8 O Lord, our Lord,

How majestic is Your name in all the earth,

Who have displayed Your splendor above the heavens!

2 From the mouth of infants and nursing babes You have established strength

Because of Your adversaries,

To make the enemy and the revengeful cease.

3 When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers,

The moon and the stars, which You have ordained;

4 What is man that You take thought of him,

And the son of man that You care for him?

5 Yet You have made him a little lower than God,

And You crown him with glory and majesty!

6 You make him to rule over the works of Your hands;

You have put all things under his feet,

7 All sheep and oxen,

And also the beasts of the field,

8 The birds of the heavens and the fish of the sea,

Whatever passes through the paths of the seas.

9 O Lord, our Lord,

How majestic is Your name in all the earth!

The Journey to Healing - My HOPE

I have found through the experiment of the AIP diet, and then the subsequent fail of staying on it, that my story may not be the miracle some are hoping to hear, but it may just be the hope others are needing to hear.

Queen Esther.  She is my hero.  I want to be like her.  To be given a grand stage and opportunity to make a difference.  I am willing to give my life and with her say, "If I perish, I perish!".  But this is not the HOPE to which I have been called.  Rather, my journey is one of perseverance.  And so I look to the promise of Romans 5:3-5, "And not only this, but we also exult in our tribulations, knowing that tribulation brings perseverance; and perseverance proven character; and proven character, hope; and hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us."  And so, my journey is a...
Holy
Opportunity to 
Patiently 
Endure.

My prayer has been for a greater faith and for Christ to be formed in me.  So, why am I now crying foul when I am asked to follow in His steps of suffering? (1 Peter 2:21)  If Jesus was perfected through suffering and I am not greater than my master, should I expect anything less? (Hebrews 2:10, John 13:16)  

"7 But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, so that the surpassing greatness of the power will be of God and not from ourselves; 8 we are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not despairing; 9 persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed; 10 always carrying about in the body the dying of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our body. 11 For we who live are constantly being delivered over to death for Jesus’ sake, so that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our mortal flesh.  16 Therefore we do not lose heart, but though our outer man is decaying, yet our inner man is being renewed day by day. 17 For momentary, light affliction is producing for us an eternal weight of glory far beyond all comparison, 18 while we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal." (2 Corinthians 4:7-11, 16-18)

God has given me a way to feel better, the AIP diet.  It works while I abide by it, but it takes perseverance.  When I rebel and choose the momentary pleasure of certain foods, I receive the due pain and discomfort.  I cry out to be delivered from my affliction and this is what I hear my God saying, "Therefore, to one who knows the right thing to do and does not do it, to him it is sin." (James 4:17)  And, "If I told you earthly things and you do not believe, how will you believe if I tell you heavenly things?" (John 3:12)  This is the grace of my God.  

He is teaching me to trust Him.  For, if I can't accept and obey what is obviously good for my physical well being, because it is hard and contrary to what "everyone else is doing", how will I accept and obey what is good for my eternal well being, which is of greater worth?  (2 Peter 1:6-9)  He cares too much to let me go on making mud pies in a slum, when He knows the glory that awaits!

And so, until the day I meet Him face to face and receive my glorified body, I will walk in obedience to what He shows me and faithfully endure for the glory of His Name.  Yes, Jesus is worth more to me than chocolate.  "For this reason I also suffer these things, but I am not ashamed; for I know whom I have believed and I am convinced that He is able to guard what I have entrusted to Him for that day."  And who knows,  maybe someday I'll get a "holiday at sea". :)