Rainy Days and Faith, and Orange Plaid Rubber Boots

dreamstimefree_32548I sat in bed against all our fluffed up feather pillows with a “faith” cup I was given for my birthday – full of coffee and cream of course.   The curtains were open just enough for me to see the sky’s expansive shower head, rain down in a westerly direction.  Every now and then between whispering prayers and reading Psalm 73, I looked up into the darkest parts of the trees to see if God had turned the tap off.  It’s easier to see the translucent rain drops that way.  It was still raining, a lighter pressure than before, and the naughty branches were quarreling with each other.

It’s a good day for rain I guess. Life must go on, even though everything is a bit more difficult to do, umbrellas, plastic bags, rubber boots.  Mine, are shallow orange plaid so I can’t go wading in the deep puddles.  Maybe that’s why my husband bought them for me, orange so he could spy me from a mile away, and shallow to keep me on the sidewalk.

I feel like a little girl who needs to be told to keep out of the puddles.  I feel like a little girl most all the time. I keep her close to the surface in everything I do, that way I hear the birds sing, and watch for what God is going to say next.

What are you going to say today, Lord?  When the sun is out I think we run off and play without consulting you, but when it rains everyone is a bit more unsure of how to proceed.

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To DO for WHAT or to BE for WHOM?

BAPTism

BAPTism (Photo credit: dtcchc)

The other day I was chicken little, and the sky was falling.  Perhaps those days are somewhat common for a number of people, especially in January or February when the snow is left over and dirty and the air is grey and S T I L L cold.  But this particular day was very low, the sky had already fallen and I couldn’t see.

Everything I’d ever done for the Lord kept repeating in my head like a broken record, followed by these irritating, echoing question marks.  I asked my Lord “what is it all for, everything I’ve recorded or written down, or worked at and invested in?”.   I felt as though every little note and lyric was being sucked down some vortex.  Every time I looked at the stack of files full of songs I felt as though God had forgotten them.  I had spent hours, weeks, months and years perfecting, writing, recording, networking and for what?

“And for whom?” he replied.

About four years ago I remember asking God, “If I’m going to miss what you want me to do, then please bring it to the door!”

He brought them to the door, and many of them were carrying pieces of their broken lives in their hands.

To DO for WHAT, or to BE for WHOM?

A phone call came a couple of days after my L O W day, from one of the single Dads we met three years ago when we started a single parent dinner.  Over time we have become good friends.  I could hear my husband talking on the phone and instantly I knew that our friend had called to tell us he was getting baptized.  I could just tell by the tone in my husband’s voice and sure enough, after passing the phone to me – that was exactly it.  He was getting baptized and wanted us to come.

Suddenly not a single thing mattered other than our friend’s choice to publicly announce his choice to follow Christ.

I heard those words again “for WHAT or for WHOM?”

I heard something else too.  We measure what we “do” because that is what we know from birth, that is what is natural to the flesh – doing and measuring.  How futile.  But when we become followers of Christ, we don’t measure what we do.  We don’t measure that which is spiritual.  How would one even begin to measure the transformation of one person’s heart, and the chain reaction that is set in motion from here to eternity?  I suppose we could begin just by looking upon the cross.  But our hearts will never be able to completely fathom His sacrifice.  When we become followers of Christ, we learn how to relate to a person, and “be” like Him.  And what does that “being” look like?

We love and that love covers a multitude of sin. “Remember this; Who ever turns a sinner from the error of their way will save them from death and cover over a multitude of sins”, (James 5:20 NIV).  That love saves a precious life from death.  That love brings purpose and a future and a promise that no one can take away.  “For I know the plans I have for you”, declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future”, (Jeremiah 29:11 NIV).

And I am in awe that we get to BE a part of that, a part of Him, a part of others’ lives.