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A Wednesday lesson

Jase’s new mug.

I drove to my allergist’s office to get my shot today, only they were closed.

They’ve had a sign on the door for weeks announcing the closure, but I ignored it.

Why?

I don’t get my shots on Tuesday or Wednesday, so it didn’t apply to me, or so I thought.

The problem is, I had a migraine on Monday and didn’t go on my regular day.

Since I hadn’t taken note of this closure I drove the hour distance in our old truck only to discover my error.

I felt like the drawing of the lady slapping herself on the forehead with the palm of one hand.

Both Anne and Jase had accompanied me, as they wanted to be dropped off at Hobby Lobby.

I’d checked the store’s hours before leaving home and I dropped both at the front door before heading to the office for my immunotherapy.

As I walked back to the truck, my thoughts kept running me into the ground for the wasted trip, the unnecessary gas used, loss of schooling time, and pretty much anything else.

But I knew that wasn’t honoring the Lord.

To clarify, I don’t think God is to blame for me ignoring the sign or for driving an hour to turn around and drive back.

But I do believe God uses my mistakes to teach me and I knew beating myself up over the error would only rob me of the perspective to see what God was doing.

So, I asked God to forgive me for my carelessness and to teach me through the mistake.

It took a while before I could look backwards and see anything good from my error.

Several good things have happened:

* Both Anne and Jase bought something they wanted at the store. (Jase’s mug is pictured.)

* I was able to save my husband a trip to the bank.

* The bank is in a nearby town I’m unfamiliar with, so I gained knowledge I probably wouldn’t have otherwise.

* I was able to be real with my kids and admit although I’m disappointed with myself, it’s an opportunity to learn.

* The weather is beautiful and I enjoyed the countryside on our drive home.

The best part about it all is the cycle from my past is broken.

I made a mistake, but I’m not caught in an unhealthy response of running myself down because of it, rather I’m thankful.

Because God truly is working through all things for good.

Romans 8:28 NKJV — And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You for Your Word. Thank You for being God Almighty. Thank You for Your Sovereignty. Lord, I know You are using these things I find annoying to hone my heart and help me not to fall into unhealthy attitudes or actions. I know You are working all things together for good, even my moments of carelessness. Lord, please help me to be careful, mindful, responsible, and honorable. Please help me to walk with You in understanding and wisdom. Lord, I know You are worthy of all my trust. Your ways are perfect and Your truth is amazing. Thank You for all Your patience with me. Thank You for providing so much and showing me what I need to work on, surrendering to You my expectations. Thank You for loving and saving my soul! I love You, Jesus. Amen.

Endurance in the little things

That’s what bread baking has been for almost a month.

I’ve baked our family’s bread for many years.

It began as a way to save money.

Then blossomed into a way to say, “I love you”.

One of my favorite memories about homemade bread involved a young man who lived in our community when our middle girls were in highschool.

He had been a regular visitor to our home during one summer and I was baking bread regularly.

As I cut into a new loaf one day, he asked me, “Why do you buy your bread like that? Why not get bread that’s precut?”

I smiled, “I baked this myself.”

“Oh, well I guess I won’t ask you where you buy it then.”

He grinned at me, “It’s really good bread.”

I have always baked my bread in loaf pans.

It was available for both sandwiches or toast or just easy to eat with butter.

I’d never learned to make it in a round loaf.

About a month ago I began trying my hand at the round artisan bread.

It’s been a long rough lesson.

My first loaf went in the garbage, it was not able to be eaten.

My second loaf was raw in the middle, but we were able to eat the ends.

I had one set where I gave up on round and shaped them into long loaves which worked well.

When I made two round loaves that turned out nearly perfect I thought I’d finally found the correct process, only to run into more trouble.

The loaves kept rising too much and by the time I baked them turned into bread sticks, because they had fallen.

During all this I read recipes, watched YouTube videos, and prayed.

I was wear thin my patience, but I felt God tell me to try again today.

Before beginning, I gave my efforts to the Lord.

As I worked I prayed, not for the bread, but for a long list of people God brought to mind.

I’d already learned that God was going to use all my effort in bread baking, because God continued to remind me of God’s Word.

Romans 8:28 KJV — And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.

The Lord reminded me I had a choice: to believe His Word or not.

I knew God was teaching me to trust Him, even in my failures.

It’s an area I’m still working on.

Failing is difficult for me.

So, that was why I was praying for others while baking bread, because people are more important than bread and I want to use my time to lift up those the Lord places on my heart.

And God blessed the work of my hands as well as my heart.

Not only did the bread turn out better than any I have ever made, I got a text message with a picture.

I’ve been praying for a preterm baby and the picture was of his cute face.

The message was informing me that he’s a complete miracle and doing very well.

Praise God! What a blessing!

While I don’t really understand all the reasons God allows things, I can rest in His promises that He knows what is best and is working through it all.

And I’m glad He’s having me continue to bake bread at home.

I need the extra practice to endure through failure and be faithful in the little things.

Colossians 3:23 KJV — And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men;

Ecclesiastes 9:10 NKJV — Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with your might; for there is no work or device or knowledge or wisdom in the grave where you are going.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You for Your Word. Thank You for this lesson in trust and endurance. Lord, I don’t know if I’ll be able to continue to bake bread like today’s, but I’m so thankful for the ones You helped me do. Lord, thank You for Your answering prayer. Thank You for Your patience with me and my struggles. Lord Jesus, thank You that You can be glorified even when I fail. For all things belong to You and Your ways are perfect. Lord Jesus, as I walk into each day, please help me to remember the truth of Your Word and the blessings of obedience. I love You. Amen.

When things go flat

The Lord had a lesson for me this weekend.

It actually began when I thought I’d try to bake sourdough bread using a new recipe.

It was an utter failure.

I titled it “the worst bread I’ve ever made”and threw it away.

I decided to try again on Saturday.

Hubby and son were in town.

Anne was gone.

After some prayer and another recipe, I thought things were going smoothly.

We needed bread for the week, so I made a batch of French bread for our family.

Then, God allowed me another lesson.

Not only did the sourdough follow the poor traits of the “worst bread ever”, it happened to come out of the oven just before unexpectedly, our adult children arrived.

There it sat on the counter telling all of my failure.

Thankfully, God reminded me it’s important to simply be honest.

“What happened?!”

Came the same question as different people filtered through my kitchen.

“I don’t know. I followed the recipe exactly, but obviously something went wrong.”

Of course I just wanted to throw it out and stop answering questions.

But all those involved were curious and so we cut into it to find only the ends were eatable.

My son-in-law popped two pieces in the toaster and slathered butter on them and took a bite.

“It tastes good,” he said with an encouraging smile.

I tried to be encouraged, but was still struggling with disappointment.

Our church was having a spaghetti feed and everyone encouraged me to go with them.

“I’d love to, but I have bread rising.”

My batch of French bread was covered and sitting in pans on the other counter.

“We will take separate cars so you can come back early.”

By the time I needed to leave, our grandbabies were getting restless, so our daughter and son-in-law decided to return to the house as well.

I was surprised when the rest of our family returned before I got back in the house.

As we walked in I washed my hands and glanced at my pans.

I knew something was wrong.

Upon inspection, I realized my yeast must have gone bad, because everything was flat.

My husband tried to encourage me through a comment which I knew he meant to be “funny” and lighten the mood.

I glared at him across the room and began scooping the dough into the trash.

My heart was full of disappointment.

I had a dirty kitchen and no food to share.

My husband came over and hugged me and softly reminded me to enjoy the houseful of precious people.

God pricked my heart and I knew I didn’t want to allow my baking disaster to ruin the evening.

So, I worked at what I felt needed to be done and enjoyed my family.

The next morning at church the Lord used a line in a song to speak to me.

It reminded me of Scripture:

And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.
Romans 8:28 NKJV

I really believe this is true and although I don’t know why the Lord allowed all my bread to be a failure, I know He’s going to use it.

The lesson for me was walking in faith of something trivial and choosing to believe in something momentous.

Because my faith in God is applicable to every circumstance, big and minuscule.

I can smile now when thinking about my failure, because I’m glad God used it to teach me.

Psalm 25:5 KJV — Lead me in thy truth, and teach me: for thou art the God of my salvation; on thee do I wait all the day.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You for the lesson this weekend. Lord, thank You for Your unending care and tireless work on our behalf. Lord, Your ways are perfect and Your truth endures to every generation. Your Word is truth and we can find joy, security, and peace through Your salvation. Your promises are always true. Thank You, Jesus for Your love. Thank You for working everything together for good, for those who are called according to Your purposes. I love You. Thank You for first loving me. Amen.

(Incase you are wondering, the bread in the picture is sourdough, the third time it worked!)

Scripture in practice

The Lord used our grandson to bless my heart in an unexpected way.

He’s a busy toddler and I had spent the majority of his time with me watching him closely.

I’m very blessed by his sweet temperament and he obviously doesn’t try to do things he shouldn’t, he just has very little self control.

To help him learn, I stay near him or take him with me as I go about the house.

We were in the kitchen together and he’d gotten tired of the spatula I’d given him to play with.

His eyes locked on something he wasn’t supposed to touch and his face betrayed him.

I was close enough to remove him if he chose to reach for it.

He put out one hand slowly and then his face registered a look of shock and then horror.

With his other hand he smacked the back of the hand which was reaching out and said, “No! No!”.

With both hands back in submission, he turned to look at me with sorrow on his face.

I scooped him up and kissed him and told him how proud of him I was.

Then I placed him away from the temptation with new and safe to be played with kitchen items.

His joy returned quickly as he inspected the new “toys”.

And I praised God for this little teaching moment in my life.

Mark 9:43 NKJV — “If your hand causes you to sin, cut it off. It is better for you to enter into life maimed, rather than having two hands, to go to hell, into the fire that shall never be quenched—

Our grandson was an excellent example of how my flesh wars against what I know to be true and right.

I’ve caught myself longing for something I know isn’t God’s will for me and have been shocked at my own selfish desires.

And although I don’t hit my own hand, I do beat myself up on the inside.

The Lord reminded me that He is right with me.

Matthew 28:20 KJV — Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world. Amen.

When I am tempted, I know I can look to Him and find a way out.

1 Corinthians 10:13 KJV — There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.

God is faithful and His mercy is new daily.

He has secured salvation for my soul and He guides and directs me daily, for these things I am so amazed.

I praise God for His blessings, including this small lesson through our young grandson.

My heart finds such peace and comfort in His Word and His daily blessings.

I pray yours does as well.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You for Your Word. Thank You for Your guidance and truth. Thank You for teaching me through this moment and guiding me in ways I least expect. Lord, thank You for Your help and how You are directing me daily. Lord, please continue to hone my heart to be more like You. Please help me to walk in Your ways and carry my cross daily with joy, because You suffered for me and I can always find joy in suffering for some of my greatest lessons have come through the deepest pain. I know You are working at all times and Your ways are great. I love You, Jesus. I glorify Your name. Amen.

We have moved

Praise the Lord!

We are so thankful to God for His blessings while we have walked through this transition.

I’d have to stop and count how many times we have moved in our 24 years of marriage, but each one has held different challenges and blessings.

This one stretched me in ways I didn’t think possible.

The Lord has taken our family through many changes and this one is as full of His lessons as the others have been.

God has been in our move the whole time and provided in ways we didn’t expect.

Yes, we had wonderful help!

Anne came for Thursday and Friday.

Our oldest daughter’s hubby spent all of Wednesday and Saturday.

It has been an incredible testimony to God’s goodness as well as a chance to learn through new experiences

Throughout this transition of buying, remolding, and moving I’ve been seeking the Lord’s face.

Because I’ve learned that on my own I haven’t the slightest idea of what is best, only through the Lord’s leading can I have discernment and wisdom.

I’ve also wanted this transition to be filled with peace and joy, not striving or disagreement.

It has been through the Lord’s Word that I’ve found the key to be able to stay in unison with my husband throughout this whole process.

Romans 12:10 KJV — Be kindly affectioned one to another with brotherly love; in honour preferring one another;

Neither of us has held tightly to anything, but instead we’ve prayed, discussed, and adjusted.

If we had opposing opinions on something we talked about our different ideas with kindness and gave each other the opportunity to see the individual concerns or priorities.

Continually, I prayed about details along with the general things.

We had some set backs, but rather than allow stress to rob me of my joy, I prayed and trusted the Lord.

Our plans have been changed and adjusted, our schedule has been continually shifting, but through it we have learned that we can be flexible and loving no matter what.

God has used each circumstance to give us an opportunity to trust Him more, to surrender our desires, and to prefer each other rather than demanding our own way.

It’s been a beautiful process and I’m so thankful.

Through this move we can glorify God for His faithfulness and love, His provision and direction, His blessings.

Especially, the joy of new opportunities in a new home and a new community.

Praise the Lord!

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You for Your help in all of this. Thank You that we have learned so much throughout this long transition. Lord Jesus, we want to be a blessing in this place to those around us. Lord, please help us to honor You with all we have and in all we do. Thank You, Jesus. Amen.

Despite the mess

Our daughter was nursing our grandson.

When she suddenly realized there was a problem.

Without being too graphic, anyone who knows babies understands: sometimes it gets messy.

I grabbed two old towels and wrapped him in one.

As she handed him over he spit up.

More mess.

I left her to cleaning herself and carried the baby to the other bathroom.

I put another towel on the floor and began to remove soiled clothes.

I changed his diaper.

In a fresh diaper and clean from all mess, he was laying on his back looking up at me.

He smiled.

Of course I smiled back.

We had several minutes of smiles and babytalk before his mom and dad came in with fresh clothes.

Much later I was blessed to sit in the rocking chair and rock him to sleep wrapped carefully in a blanket.

This morning I was reflecting upon our day yesterday.

And the Lord brought to mind this moment I shared with our grandson.

As a baby he’s completely unaware of the fact that he stopped all other activities with his mess.

He wasn’t embarrassed by his mess.

He was completely oblivious.

He’s not old enough to understand how his life suddenly stepped in and made our lives change.

What he was aware of was the love.

His little face when I was talking with him up held joy and security.

He obviously also felt better, but his smile said so much more.

His little smile said, “I’m happy to see you”.

Later, as he drifted off to sleep, his little face held peace and comfort.

And I see a beautiful picture of God’s love.

He loves me so much, that He cleaned me up from the stains of sin and death.

And it’s a continually thing, because I am a sinner and I need His cleansing daily.

As our grandson grows, he will become aware of his messes, like our granddaughter already has.

And when she’s made a mess she runs for the loving arms of her parents.

I too get to run to my Savior.

His arms are open.

His Word is ready to clean me, to shine truth into my mess and teach me how to put off those things which lead me to sin.

His voice is speaking to me, honing my heart, changing my perspective of the circumstance, and giving me guidance to live by.

And I can smile at Him, because I know He loves me.

Despite the mess I might have made, He loves me.

Because my favorite place to be is clean and warm, wrapped safely in His grace, resting in His peace.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You for Your salvation. Thank You for shining Your truth into my heart and mind. Lord Jesus, please continue to teach me and hone my heart that I might not sin against You. Let nothing stand between us, but remove whatever would hinder our relationship, because You alone are worthy of all praise, honor, and glory. I never want to miss a moment with You, nor to have my walk with You hindered. Thank You for our family and the lessons I’m learning. Thank You for Your faithfulness and unending love. Lord Jesus, You alone are worthy. I praise Your holy name! Amen.

What lay ahead

In January, I couldn’t possibly imagine what lay ahead for our family or our nation.

As October winds to a close, I can not imagine what these last two months of 2020 will be like either.

Even without the constant change due to the virus, our family has encountered constant change.

It’s been a year of adjustment.

A year of learning for all of us.

The year has held incredible pain.

This year has brought us unmeasurable joy.

It has truly been a roller coaster, where my knuckles have been white.

Gripping my own hands in prayer.

Prayer for our family.

Prayer for our friends.

Prayer for the church.

Prayer for our nation.

Prayer for our leaders.

Prayer for our world.

Many prayers for those who have yet to know Him.

Prayer for myself.

This year has been a whole new way to learn surrender.

Never before have I learned in this way, this lesson.

And I’m still learning it.

Learning to let go of expectation.

Learning to live for today.

Learning to relinquish my ideas of what I want to do, what I can do.

Learning to endure.

Learning to draw closer to God in all things.

Learning to allow praise and thanksgiving to permeate my perspective.

Learning to love His Word even more.

Learning to trust.

And it’s just the beginning.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You. Thank You for Your faithfulness. Thank You for Your patience with me. Thank You for teaching me so much through sorrow and through joy. Lord, thank You for providing for our family in unexpected ways. Lord, thank You for friends and fellow believers who have blessed and encouraged me. Thank You for Your Word. The treasures within are astounding. Thank You for Your love. It is amazing! How great and mighty and worthy You are of all praise, all honor, all glory! I praise Your holy name, Jesus. Thank You. Amen.

For the earth will be filled With the knowledge of the glory of the Lord , As the waters cover the sea.
Habakkuk 2:14 NKJV

Because sometimes…

things don’t go the way you expect.

Which seems to be more normal lately.

The main problem with my schedule is me.

I’m having a difficult time not wanting to stick to my plans.

But God has better ones, and it only takes a moment for me to realize such when I’m willing to stop and look at it through prayer.

The Lord has been stretching me.

Ever since our Bell moved her dresser out of the spare bedroom, I’ve had a pile of homeschooling papers sitting on the closet floor.

Obviously not a good plan.

With moving I’ve had to change many of my past ways of organizing including the homeschooling papers.

I currently have a place for recent work or needed documents, but the past years’ work no longer has a home.

So, I’ve been praying about what to do.

Coupled with this prayer, I’ve been praying for Anne’s bedroom furniture.

Her dresser was old and very used when I bought it over seven years ago.

It’s now missing more handles and the drawers are less than easy to open.

So, I figured God would want me to set aside some time to refurbish her dresser.

These two things have been a topic of conversation with me and the Lord often of late.

As the days grow closer to autumn, my window of opportunity to work on anything outdoors is coming to a close.

Thus, I have had to put my own opinions and ideas into God’s hands multiple times about this.

So, when I felt like God was talking to me about looking for used furniture on Craigslist I was a bit apprehensive.

“Lord, is this me or You? Am I just trying to force something to solve this instead of waiting?”

Instead of hearing an answer, I just felt like I should punch dresser into the Craigslist search engine.

I did so, and then stopped to pray again.

Something the Lord had spoken to my heart at first came back to mind.

It will be in the city nearest you.

So, with that I began to scroll.

I found something which would work for the spare room.

It was hideous and obviously “well loved”.

The price didn’t sit well with me, but it was in the city nearest me.

I figured I could email and see if they’d come down on the price.

I asked the Lord to make it clear if He wanted me to buy this.

Their response was my answer, “no”.

So, back to the search engine on Craigslist.

“Lord, I really don’t want to do this today, I’m so worried I’ll make a mistake and buy the wrong thing.”

I’m teaching you faith.

Two more dressers.

Two more emails.

Two more closed doors.

Of course, I was working on other things so all of this was poked in between math lesson, history, reading assignment, and cooking.

By the early afternoon, I was ready to give up.

But I still felt like I was supposed to try another search.

This time I found not one dresser,but two and a bedside table.

The posting said, “$50”.

Well, that wasn’t super clear.

And at first I thought this couldn’t work at all, but I stopped to pray.

Through this moment of quiet I realized we could use one dresser in Anne’s room and the other in the spare room as well as the bed side table.

They need painting, but Anne’s been asking me if we could do another project ever since we painted the living room furniture.

I emailed the seller.

I was surprised at the answer: $50 was for everything.

Of course now I had to get some help picking up all this.

I prayed again, that if this wasn’t God’s will it would be obvious.

I knew our son-in-law’s day was busy with taking Bubba and family to the doctor.

I dropped a quick text and after a conversation over the phone we worked out a plan.

Then it occurred to me, if they were heading down after the doctor’s appointment, they’d be hungry, so I invited them for supper.

I was about halfway through cooking supper when I realized this was definitely God’s plan.

My husband’s work has him on call 24/7 and he had come home late the night before only to eat and return to work, arriving home some time after 11.

When things are like that, I know better than to expect him home at any particular time.

But halfway through supper preparations he called me.

He was off work and on his way home.

And he was thrilled to hear our family was coming over for supper.

When he arrived, I told him about the furniture.

He smiled and said, “Sounds great!”.

Not long afterwards he and our son-in-law drove together out the cul-de-sac to pick up the furniture.

Anne was so excited when it got here.

She can hardly wait till we can begin sanding it down and painting it.

I praise God for His guidance in it all.

I’ve already told Anne all this furniture belongs to her.

I’ve tried to make sure each of our kids have some furniture of their own to take with them when the time comes.

As we were all sitting around the dinner table eating, God had one more surprise in store.

My phone started buzzing with several texts all coming in at once.

It was the same family we got the furniture from.

They had forgotten another piece of furniture that was part of the set, a window seat with drawers.

They were texting to let me know we could have it too, no extra charge.

Of course I let them know we would have to get it today, but they were fine with that.

I’m still amazed at how God took a small desire I had and turned my day into a blessed lesson.

Because buying furniture wasn’t in my schedule.

Sending emails and searching Craigslist wasn’t in my plans.

But God reminded me that my ways are not His ways.

His plans are perfect.

His ways are best.

And all of this was more about teaching me to listen and trust and obey than it was furniture.

Because I could have gone out and bought Anne a new dresser anytime.

I could have ordered something to store the homeschooling papers in online and had it delivered to the door.

But instead of either of those things, God has taken me through days of prayer and heart checking.

He has shown me my tendency to want to solve every item I see as a need in my own strength.

He has used this to teach me to listen and be willing to be wrong, to be willing to say, “I don’t know what I’m doing yet, I’m still praying about it.”

And hopefully He is using my life as an example to my children that waiting upon the Lord is the best way, no matter how insignificant the “thing” is.

Because furniture is not a forever thing, but the lessons I learn through dealing with the temporary are.

Praise God!

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You for providing this lesson. Thank You for stretching me in an area I thought I’d already completely surrendered to You. Lord, thank You that things and items are all temporary and yet can be used by You. Lord, I want to honor You with all that I call my possessions. Thank You for reminding me that nothing is actually mine, it all belongs to You. Please help me to be wise and generous with anything and everything. Lord, You alone are worthy of all honor, glory, and praise. Thank You. Amen.

Two sailboats

It’s been a very long time.

So much so, I’d almost given up on the idea completely.

Back in 2011, I had a difficult period.

My physical body was struggling, but the lessons I learned were so worthwhile.

During that season I felt the Lord ask me to draw.

I was surprised when He said, Sailboats.

As I drew, studied pictures, and prayed I learned something which comes to mind everytime I look at these boats.

My experience with physical problems has taught me that often emotional hurts will join the pain.

It actually makes sense.

If you are hurting, you’re going to struggle at seeing anything from any other perspective, but your own pain.

There will always be people who mean well, but actually hurt you simply by not understanding what you are going through.

Unfortunately, there will be others who will drop you completely, because you are no longer any use to them.

And on top of it all there are relationship struggles as the people closest to you work through their own pain and fear.

What does this have to do with sailboats?

Simply put, although a sailboat is made for sailing: its designed to be in the water, all will pickup some unwanted debris or go through a storm.

Whether it’s barnacles, scrapes from floating objects, or some other wear and tear, at some point it will need to be cleaned and maintenanced.

The same is true for us.

There will be seasons which will mar us, leave us feeling in need of repair.

That’s when we should head for the dock.

Only Jesus can heal our souls.

Only in God can we find the renewal and repair for the hurting heart.

Only His hands can restore.

This truth comes to mind whenever I see one of these pictures.

I’ve moved twice since drawing these sailboats.

For some reason, I’ve never framed them.

Last night, as I prayed about something else, the Lord reminded me of two frames.

They’d been given to me because they were in need of repair and our busy daughter didn’t have time to deal with fixing them.

I couldn’t understand why God was talking to me about the frames.

“Lord, I don’t know what to do with them after I fix them.”

My heart filled with gratitude at His answer.

Sailboats.

Now they’re hanging where I’ll look at them everyday.

A wonderful reminder to take all my cares and worries to Him.

1 Peter 5:6-7 NKJV — Therefore humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you in due time, casting all your care upon Him, for He cares for you.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You for caring for every detail of our lives. Thank You for helping me draw these and now getting to enjoy them each day. Lord, so many are hurting and damaged, my heart aches for those who have yet to turn to You for healing and restoration. I so want people to be touched as You have touched me. Like the woman who reached through a crowd desperate for healing, You healed her and restored her. I am that woman. Thank You for Your touch. Please, let the hearts of the hurting reach out to You. Thank You. Amen.

Good morning

With the heat, I’ve been watering as early as possible.

So far the garden is rewarding my efforts.

I’m writing from the patio this morning.

My tea beside me and a few whisps of wind ruffling my hair.

The sun hasn’t gotten beyond the apple trees and the robins are hopping about the lawn.

One in particular seems to have figured out that when I water the worms are easier to find.

It often trails behind me as I move the sprinkler.

I don’t always see it, so pretty often I scare it, causing it to fly away, because I was focused on my own thoughts.

God’s creation causes me such times of reflection and wonder.

To see His handiwork in something so temporary as flowers.

Yet, He chooses to.

Matthew 6:30 KJV — Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?

Jesus’s words come alive in the garden.

Where is my faith if I allow myself to worry over needs?

Where is my heart if I allow myself to worry over anything which isn’t a need?

Where are my thoughts if I’m feeling worried?

My life is far more precious to Him than these flowers are to me.

And I find so much joy in caring for them.

How much joy does the Lord find in caring for me?

Psalm 139:17 KJV — How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!

What joy!

To know the Lord is providing for my every detail.

To rest securely in His sovereign hand.

To walk with joy at just being loved by my Heavenly Father.

These are the things I’m learning in the garden this morning.

Praise the Lord!

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You so much for these lessons. At times I forget how to lean on You and why I don’t need to worry. I look at other things rather than focusing upon You. Please continue to patiently teach my wayward heart to have faith and trust. Please continue to speak to me through Your Word. Lord thank You for Your provision in all things. Please help me to hold life lightly, not setting my heart upon anything but You. Guard my desires and let them reflect Yours. Jesus, You are amazing. Thank You! Amen.