….in his truth, love and peace.
|Some Children See Him
Digging through my files I find “Late Night Talkin'”, written in the summer of 2009.
As I read through the lyrics it isn’t hard to remember what event inspired me to write.
When your kids are small, and they scrape their knees, you get the colorful cartoon band-aids out and then follow it up with a barrage of tender kisses. All is forgotten and healed in a matter of seconds.
When they’re not so small, and their first love rejects them, no amount of mama’s kisses will do. So I spent a lot of late nights talking to Jesus.
“Late Night Talkin'”
Use to be I spent a lot of time dreaming, who would I fall in love with?
What would his name be and how many children, would God choose to give?
Well the wedding was sweet and my lover so fine,
and our children are better than best,
So why does the pain never leave? Band-aids to heart-break it seems.
Falling down never was good, at least I could kiss ’em better again.
If it wasn’t for late night talkin’ asking Jesus, precious Jesus,
please be with us – where would we be?
Now we always tell them to never stop dreaming, nothing is too far to reach.
Trust in the Father, and honor your parents, and be the best you can be.
Well the journey starts sweet but the world isn’t kind
and we all end up put to the test,
So why does the pain never leave? Band-aids to heart-break it seems.
Falling down never was could, at least I could kiss ’em better again.
If it wasn’t for late night talkin’, asking Jesus, precious Jesus,
please be with us – where would we be?
Life is short and full of mystery. Unfortunately it is also full of pain, and distraction.
All I can think of lately is how I want to go deeper. How do we make the most of the time we have? There’s so many unanswered questions. They don’t make me distrust my heavenly Father. Instead they bring me to the never-ending crossroads of life, where we can either accept what is around us or change it.
Even having noble desires like changing the world can get in the way. And so for this morning, I am going to focus on asking the Holy Spirit to change me. Take me deeper! Settling for that which keeps my spirit eyes horizontal is not my goal.
So how do I go deeper, or higher? How do I rise above my circumstances, what ever they may be and see a spirit’s eye view? How do I live in the moment with the power of Christ surging through my veins, in order that each moment that follows will reveal more of His glory?
I believe in God and that He sent His one and only Son to die for me, and I will fight every distraction not to forget it. I will embrace every joy and sorrow because He asks me to.
The Bible is truth and records history in order to help us not repeat it. God’s Word can take us deeper, and higher and keep our eyes fixed on Him.
It’s very simple, but because He asks us to come to Him, that He may give us rest – we run away all the more and try everything else, just in case we might miss out on something…sound familiar?
Do you want to understand the mystery of life? Lift your eyes towards heaven and dig deep into His truth. Get to know Jesus more. Believe, and put on your boxing gloves. Believing is not for cowards. Then the fight really starts. Every distraction you could possibly think of will try to pull you away – but don’t give in.
Believe and go deeper.
Everyone needs some. It is invisible almost all year round, but at Christmas time, if you look carefully you can see where it came from.
I heard about it year after year but never really got it until tragedy struck. You don’t have to be broken to receive it, but it helps. Because when we are broken, we realize we need it more than anything else in the world.
It doesn’t matter how old you are, in fact once you find it, you still need to be reminded it is there. Life is hard. I’m not talking about the job you may not like, or the child who is acting up. I’m talking about the spouse who left, or the child who died. Maybe you have healed up pretty good and are trying to move on.
I have to grab on and hang on to it really tight, not just every Christmas but every day, and I am never disappointed.
Have a listen and grab onto some Christmas Hope.
I didn’t have much time before I had to be back at work, but that didn’t seem to be as pressing as I thought, because I saw a man’s face in the crowd, and uncontrollably blurted out “hello”, followed by his name. I hadn’t seen him in years, and yet I somehow knew his name.
He looked straight at me and spoke my name too, which was equally as strange. I had a hat on my head to hide by messy hair. The brim was pulled down quite low. I had hoped I was unrecognizable, but then why would I be saying hello? What was God up to?
The fellow left the line up at the till and walked over. We went to High School together, he was in my sister’s grade. Our conversation was as if we knew each other well. It only took seconds to discover the reason for our familiarity.
“I’ve been a Christian for about six years now” he confessed. I smiled, “how wonderful” I replied. He knew I was a believer too. Ah hah! We were one in the spirit, brothers and sisters in the family of God. We shared a powerful bond.
He spoke about his Dad, who had just died recently, and I shared of how my husband and I had just said goodbye to our Mom. I warmly offered my sympathies and raved about how God can help us through even the darkest of times.
He shared about his recent separation, counseling, and the Bible studies he was attending. I gently reminded him we are all on a journey, and we all make mistakes. But it is the humble and courageous who recognize their need for help, and their need of God – in order to change.
He told me he had a home church he was attending regularly. I commended him for not trying to “go it alone.”
I invited him to a monthly community dinner we have for single parents, widowers, the divorced. “It’s just nice not to have to cook. By dining together we learn more about that journey we are on, and how we need each other, most importantly how God can help.
We went our separate ways back to our work, but it was evident God had planned another one of His moments. Life had just gotten a little less lonely. The world in all it’s frenzy, and indifference had just gotten a little warmer, and made more sense.
I worked that afternoon under a special glow. We might have a thousand things to do, but none more important than making personal contact. When we dare to make time for one another, we get to see Jesus in a brand new light. We get to live on purpose.
It never ceases to amaze me, the way He supplies our every need, and clears a path for us to grow.
This past week I felt like Gretel, following the bread crumbs. Only, I found myself at the door of something much better than one built of candy.
I have been attempting to follow in my Savior’s footsteps for years, but only really left the boat just recently, became the fisherman, jumped on the sand with both feet. But the leaving continues, the shedding of my skin, the slippery scales of our society sliding off my eyes that I might see – the soul. Not just my own, but others.
The woman who sat across the table and shared her heart, as well as humor. The other who sat nearer so I could read every wrinkle and crinkle of her smile, the lines of suffering, and the glow of triumph.
Then another, on a different day, at yet another table. My ears applauded her thick raspy tone of voice. My eyes celebrated the meticulous waves, and curls of her salt and pepper hair, as I looked into her beautiful eyes.
And then the question on the exercise sheet; “What do you think of when you see the word “soul”?”
She left it blank. She said she wasn’t spiritual, but I beg to differ.
Then the question; “What comes to mind when you think of heaven?”
She hoped there was a heaven, but wasn’t sure.
All the handouts, the paperwork, then a book my husband brought home. What was God trying to tell me? Where will all these breadcrumbs lead? One paper said “self-care”, the book screamed “abandonment”.
“Jesus, sort it out for me, and keep helping me see what you want me to see”.
Help me to live with “…an uncompromising vision for the world as God sees it,….having the attitude of Jesus.” – Phil M. Wagler (from his book Kingdom Culture, Growing the Missional Church)
Human emotions are complicated. You never really know what is lying just below the surface to make someone decide one thing or another.
I’ve noticed that quite often, I decide I know – when the reality is – how can any of us really know what is going on in someone else’s head?
I have a theory. It comes from observing and listening and bungling things up for a very long time. If you see someone who is acting rude – chances are that person is very insecure, or afraid. If you see someone act like a snob, and down right unapproachable, chances are that person is acutely shy. If you see someone acting stubborn, putting a wall up, and shutting down – chances are they are broken-hearted. No, really, this isn’t just my eternal optimism talking.
You don’t have to be broken-hearted about lost love, there are plenty other things to be broken-hearted over, and I mean plenty.
The problem is, if we all shut down because of our broken hearts, there isn’t going to be any moving forward, there isn’t going to be life. We might expect the other person to do what ever needs to be done, but what if that person is shutting down? What if that person needs support?
I recognize how I am made, my personality type. I took one of those tests from a book called; “Discovering your Strengths”. Only problem is, my highest scoring trait isn’t very helpful when push comes to shove. My greatest strength according to the book is “responsibility”. This means I want to do the right thing at every turn. What does that equate to?
This means, I am bound to be alone a lot. If I am not careful, my “responsibility” could turn around and become – resentment.
This is why it is important for me to hang on very tight to Jesus. If I can’t be sure what the other person is going through, and I don’t want to assume, and step on toes, I can always ask Jesus for help. Quite simply, “Jesus, how am I suppose to proceed?”
Here is where it gets really painful. Don’t get me wrong, having a faithful friend in your corner is the best thing you could ever have, but He is always going to ask you to do the hard stuff. “Let nothing be done through strife or vainglory, but in lowliness of mind let each esteem the other better than himself” (Philippians 2:3 KJ21).
The bag that has the smiles in it, and the tender voice, and the soft response, and the understanding song, and the hand pats, and the open arms, and the prayers, and the tears….
Sometimes being a Mom, and the oldest sibling isn’t what it’s all cracked up to be. Wait a minute, maybe it is – I feel a crack coming on right now.
“The sacrifices of God [are] a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise” (Psalm 51:17 NIV).
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