Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Souls


I have been among the masses lately. Easy to imagine Jesus walking among those He longed to save. Just wondering as I stroll through them, finding my way, do they know Him? Any of them? Would they like to? There is a truth inside of me that I am required to share ... outwardly ... actions and words matching well through me revealing and representing the Lord. Sometimes that happens. I wish for more than sometimes.

I am bumping shoulders and elbows and at times I feel their breath on my shoulder as we struggle toward our destinations. And I wonder, do they know Him?

Have they ever been introduced, drawn, heard?

Would they want to?

Knowing that He lives and choosing one's own way ... scary.

Not knowing Him ... scary ... terrifying even ... keeps one continuously searching for peace. Longing even. Remaining empty.

Keep thinking, my eye on each one as if there were just one ... do they know?

And I think of some ... not yet.

Not, no they don't know Him, but they don't know Him yet. There is time to pray for their souls to be saved, rescued, delivered from a disastrous eternal fate.

I wonder, am I the only in this crowd of people thinking about eternal things? No, the Spirit is here and working.

Praying for wayward ones that I know, family, friends, neighbors who don't know Him ... yet ... and hope rises up in my heart encouraging faith and prayers for them.

Monday, July 12, 2010

A Chapter



Memories surround me today

little barefoot boys running through the yard

with bouquets in hand freshly gathered from the blooming meadow.

Squishy mud between little toes from crossing creeks and catching tadpoles.

Squeals of joy as splashes of water escape the horse tank where they swim.

I feel lonely for those days.

Sometimes I want to momentarily borrow them back,days where memories were born.

To hear little voices say big things, delivering news that made me laugh ... and sometimes cry.

Innocent prayers from tiny lips that brought about answers ... God proving Himself real so that they would know Him ... forever.

"Looking back all the time will age you," they say, "look ahead now".

My looking forward seems more meaningful when I glimpse back on what we built here.

Yesterday a little maid handed me a wildflower from the blooming meadow and I pushed it behind my ear and memories were stirred from the mantle of my heart.

They linger with the new of morning.

I sit and ponder them awhile.

I enjoy.

Then I move on.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Dreamer


Dreams swell like hot air balloons, colorful, whimsical, magical with basket to carry me away. Others try to set boundaries saying, "You can dream this far but you must reign in your imagination." Imagination running loose can be the ride of a wild bronco, out of control, dangerous, frightful to experience, sometimes even more frightful to observe. Where is adventure without the ride?

Dreaming has accompanied nearly all of my days, all the days with hope in them.

More is to be seen from hot air balloons in flight, horizons grow, perspectives broaden.

Where to land, where to land? Possibilities seem endless.

The skeptical think not. They long for the balloon to be anchored. Reality must bring you to balance.

Skeptics often become the voice of the enemy, bringing doubt, fear,and unbelief ... deflatable words ... the hindering woes ...

This is my reason for letting others spill their dreams into my lap. "Is there more? I often ask. "Could it be bigger? Don't imagine small things, could there be more to it?" I know they are fragile, I handle other's dreams with tender loving care.

When we play cards with friends and it is time for the bidding, one of our friends always says, "Don't send the boy!" Think big, take a risk. There are those who inspire dreams.

Time as my schoolmaster has consistently taught that dreams are inflated visions that in reality will look different than we first supposed. Lived out they will be squished down until they become the perfect piece that slips right into place in the 1000 piece puzzle of life. Holy Spirit, life, circumstance will bring it around to fitting into the place predestined for it.

When it comes to the things of God, our imaginations are small. We believe Him for little. Jealousies arise when we see His fingerprints produce the dreams of another, because we don't believe that He can do the same for us.

There are those who despise dreamers. I've met them along the way. I am sad for them. They hurt inside. Somewhere in time, their dreams were devastated, it would be too daring for them to dream again. So they walk from day to day, empty.

Dreaming with purity of heart, seeking the will of God, longing to please Him, knowing Him better as you go, never letting your hand slip from His, that is the secret to dreaming big. He will only harm what is not of Him. I really don't think He is offended if we let the dream get too big, far fetched, beyond real, He will turn it into the perfect piece that fits as bone and marrow in the puzzle of our lives.

Dreams that descend with great fanfare, exploiting the heart, palpating the soul, often dissipate like the wispy clouds of morning. Unexplored and soon forgotten, like the friend you meet on the plane. Behold the net of God.

So, I exhort you, my friend, dream big! Big as the sky, and deep as the ocean ... while thinking on good things.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Hope and Faith

"Hope is the ability to hear the music of the future ...
Faith is to dance to it today."
Theologian Peter Kuznic.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Away

I will be away for several days. I expect to come home full of inspiration! Please check back in.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Personality According to Pooh Bear and Friends

I must attribute this genius idea to my son Caleb.

He compared all of our family's personalities to Pooh Bear characters.

I have been studying the different personality styles for years so his summation both tickled and intrigued me.

The four basic personality styles are as follows:

Tigger's (Sanguine) ... Tigger's personality is full of bounce and spunk. They are the life of the party and enjoy having all of the attention. They struggle a bit with ego, but for the most part they just like having fun. If there is a stage, they want to be on it. If there is a party, they want to attend. They tell the stories and provide the entertainment at family dinners. Sanguine's (Tigger's) know a lot of people, are liked by almost everyone (except those who cannot tolerate bounce in their lives) but relationships are often shallow. Our Caleb has a Tigger personality and we miss his bounce when he cannot be present at the family gatherings. He always brings a reason to giggle to the table.

Rabbit (Choleric) ... Rabbit's personality is a "let's do it this (my) way" kind of guy. He makes lists, wants everything just so, and he is usually the one who knows just how it should be. He is a good boss, except that he can always do it better than anyone else (he thinks) so he usually does it himself, just easier that way. He likes to be chief, administrative, and tell others how the world should turn. He is confident and his confidence can be intimidating ... but not usually to a Sanguine ... they just roll with the punches. We have a couple of rabbits in our family. They help to keep the rest of us in line. We thank the Lord for them.

Christopher Robbin (phlegmatic) ... easy going, loving, encouraging ... the peaceful child. He is supportive of the whole family, is loyal, loving and kind. The flaw of this personality trait is that they can be so peaceful that they might be on the lazy side at times. They don't struggle with deadlines ... "I'll get it in sometime" is their motto. They are not easily moved by the opinions of others. They want to keep the peace at all cost so they just don't stir the waters. Don't offend them, it is hard to win their hearts back. Christopher Robbins are very easy to raise, unless you want their homework turned in on time. Josiah is our Christopher Robbin.

Owl (Melancholy) ... (I don't know if owl is the best example for a melancholy, but I will give it a try). Melancholy's are perfectionist in every way. They have meticulous habits and expectations. Sometimes a person with a Melancholy personality might have a bit of a Choleric personality mix, then you have a very strong perfectionist. If you are not one, you might have a hard time living with this person. If you are one, you might have a hard time living with them, too. They are very strong in how they believe the world should be run. Details are very important to them. They say;

"The paper towels should be hung this way!"

"The toothpaste should be squeezed this way!"

"Hang the clothes this way! Fold my underwear this way!"

Little things are a big deal to a Melancholy ... a Sanguine or a Phlegmatic would never notice such things.

Melancholy's get perfect scores on papers, they turn in their work early, and you can eat off the floor of their bedroom. They like things done right. They can also be little like an Eyeore sometimes. They worry about things and look on the negative side of life. They can easily adopt a "woe is me" attitude, and predict negative outcomes long before life happens.

They have a very good eye for organization. They can easily toss things they don't need even if you just gave it to them as a gift five minutes ago.

Many would call the Melancholy the perfect child. It probably depends on your personality type. If you are a Phlegmatic, you and your child are going to clash ... or vice-versa.

Knowing these personality types has been very helpful in raising our family. This is a very brief description. I would encourage you to study more about it. Knowing the different styles can help in a marriage (our spouse is usually our opposite), raising children, they even use it to train employees in large corporations.It helps you know the things you can and cannot change about someone.

I was struggling with the personality of someone long ago, and my husband so wisely said to me, "You can't change who they are! And you are trying to!"

We can't change who our children are, but we can help them be the very best they can be. We need every character in the Pooh Bear stories to make life work at its best. What if everyone were a Phlegmatic? Necessary things would not get done!

How about a Sanguine? Life isn't all fun and games! We would never have order!

A Melancholy? We would all be carrying umbrellas every day, expecting rain. With a "be sure to take your shoes off at the door" on our lips.

Or Choleric? There would be a lot more wars, I think. Everyone can't be in charge, but someone needs to be.

The perfect person would be the one who has, over time, developed a little of all of these traits. It can be done, but there will always be that one basic one that is your greatest, most natural strength.

Blessings from Pooh Corner!

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

In Five Days


In five days our youngest son will be handed his high school diploma.
I expect his momma is going to cry ... or maybe she has already cried enough.
Here I am writing about him and he just told me last night that he doesn't like it when I write about him. Hmmm, please don't tell!

I cannot begin to tell you how much I respect the young man my son has become.

Can I share just a few things that I love about him?

He is honest. I don't ever remember him telling a lie.

He is solid. I can depend on him to stand strong in his beliefs. He is not easily swayed by the opinions of others.

I have always been able to trust him.

He is devoted to his family and friends.

He is peaceful. He carries a peace about him at all times. It is in his nature. He avoids conflict and most of the time holds his tongue.

He has his priorities right. He has put life into an amazing perspective. I respect him for it.

He is tenderhearted and loving. He is so strong physically, but the greatest strength I see in him is gentleness. I love to see that strength displayed in a man.

He has been a delight to raise. I am proud to call him my son.

In just a few days, he will be handed his high school diploma.

I will rejoice with a magnanimous smile and tears.

Way to go, Josiah!!!