More Than One Good Choice

Hope y’all are having a blessed Memorial Day weekend. The weather has been beautiful and I’ve done just what I said I would – played all weekend with my friend. We’ve enjoyed walks, a short bike ride, one picnic, and taken a couple of beautiful scenic drives.

On our excursions, I saw folks cycling, sailing, walking, hiking, mowing their lawns, sitting out on their porches, barbecuing, washing their cars, sun bathing at the lake, fishing, boating, gardening, roller blading, playing badminton and basketball.

So many wonderful ways to spend a beautiful day here in the Northwest.

And that got me thinking. There’s not just one great way to spend a day, nor a month, nor a life. There’s not only one right job, or mate, or place to live. God’s more creative than that. Different seasons offer their unique opportunities and challenges. Sometimes we have choices that are polar opposite, but either could be just as great. You can’t be married and single at the same time, but both are good. You can’t live in the country and the city at the same time but still both have their advantages. Maybe that’s why Neapolitan ice cream was created. So you would have one less choice in life to make.

There’s been times in my life where my friends are out doing something fun. I would love to join them but I’m off doing something else that was fun. Later when I catch up with them, they’ll say, “You should have been there. You really missed something great. We had so much fun.” “I had fun, too,” I’ll tell them. “Wish I could have been in two places at once, but obviously couldn’t.:

I love hearing how God blesses people in so many different ways in the course of a day.

It is good to desire to make the most of our days. Spend them wisely because we never know how many we’ll have. I love it when God gives me some time to play, especially on a sunny 80-degree-day. Today it will be just as pretty as it’s been all weekend, but I can’t play all of today. Have some things I must do inside. Boring things. But they need to be done, and that’s life, too.

In the middle of it all, the Lord reminds me to rest in Him. I don’t want to be spending a ton of energy trying to decide whether I’m making the best choice every moment. I want to take God’s Word at face value. “Walk by the Spirit and you won’t carry out the desire of the flesh,” Paul instructs in Galatians. That is, I won’t be so inclined to yield to those temptations to sin when I’ve saturated my heart and mind with His Word. Helps me to think the way God thinks. And if I draw near to God, He promises to draw near to me. Amazing.

But then there’s a broader application as well. Walk by the Spirit and I’ll be a little more balanced in choosing between many good things, honorable things. Things where God has given His blessing but I still can’t do them all in one day.

So as for me today, I plan on taking a nice long walk and a bike ride. But I’ll also do some work for my clients, and scrub my kitchen floor . . . maybe. No, probably won’t do that.

Blessings all. And to those of you who have ever served in our U.S. Military, to you who have lost a loved one in the military, and to you who presently have a loved one serving in the military, please accept my heartfelt gratitude. Thank you.

May God bless you richly today whatever you’re up to.

This is what the Sovereign LORD, the Holy One of Israel, says:

“In repentance and rest is your salvation,
in quietness and trust is your strength.”
(Isaiah 30:15)

Mutually Encouraged

Happy Friday!

Memorial Day. Three-day-weekend. Lots of sunshine forecasted here in the Inland Northwest. I definitely plan on being outside for most of the weekend.

A dear friend is driving over from Seattle this afternoon. She’s never been here in Coeur d’ Alene, so I’m excited about exploring with her since I’ve only lived here a little less than two years myself. We plan to take lots of long walks and do some cycling, too. Maybe go on a picnic or two. I welcome the time of refreshment with my friend.

I’ve been noticing something. God has given me numerous spiritual rest stops lately. There are some particularly trying circumstances in my life presently that are testing my faith considerably. Some trials are short and intense, others maybe not quite so intense but seem to go on forever. I’m experiencing the latter.

By God’s grace, I’m hanging in there okay. Yet it’s the fact that this trial just doesn’t seem to end that is making me weary. Oh, it will end, I know. I just don’t know when exactly. The weariness comes not from any lack of faith but just the effort it takes to walk in Truth, to believe God is who He says He is. I am positive God knows what He’s doing but I just haven’t understood some of His decisions over the last few months. I fear even now, He’s made yet another that confuses me. He’s not doing things the way I’d like Him to. Not only in my life but in the lives of some of my friends. He’s moving too slowly if He’s acting at all.

But those are just my feelings. Fact is God is always working. This I believe. And it helps me to remember my card game analogy. “God’s always got the trump card.” These circumstances will produce fruit in my life, I know. In the middle, though, I’m just finding myself a bit soul weary. I know y’all can relate! This is life on Planet Earth.

Yet what does my gracious God do for me? He sends me a friend to visit for the weekend. Now that’s blessing enough because Kjersten is very dear to me. But here’s the thing. She is soul weary, too. She needs refreshment far more than I. She’s facing some serious health issues and is in constant pain. Even still, she loves to walk and particularly enjoys cycling, so we will do both.

And all the while we’re out reveling in the sunshine and beautiful scenery here in Idaho, there’s one thing I can count on from my friend. And one thing she can count on from me. We will talk about God’s goodness and mercy and kindness to us. We’ll remember together His faithfulness. See, she and I have about 20 years of history so we don’t have to work too hard to think of ways He’s been kind to both of us! She’s a woman of the Word and Kjersten will be quick to tell me what God is teaching her about Himself, even now . . . especially now.

Yes, God has been so good to me. Kjersten is coming this afternoon. Two weeks ago I attended the women’s retreat at my “home church” in Seattle and saw friends I hadn’t seen in a long time. A few weeks before that I finally caught up with two other dear friends. This was the first time the three of had been together in over ten years! Oh yea, and one of those few other weekends I was home, yet another friend came to visit.

Now lest you think my home is a revolving door for weekend guests, nobody had come to visit in a year. They’ve all been here in the last couple of months. Just when I needed them most.

Besides the sheer fun and encouragement of seeing all these friends, you know what this does for my heart? It reminds me that God is paying very close attention to me. He knows that if things get too hard for too long, I may get discouraged, take my eyes off Him and focus on my circumstances. I don’t want to but it’s so easy to. So He sends friends to encourage me and for me to encourage. And with each visit, our hearts are strengthened and emboldened and refreshed. So like God to be gracious.

I hope you all have a great holiday. No matter your plans this weekend, God wants to show you how much He loves you. Let you know He cares. Refresh your soul. Your only part in this is to want Him to, believe Him that He wants to do this for you.

“I long to see you so that I may impart to you some spiritual gift to make you strong—that is, that you and I may be mutually encouraged by each other’s faith.” (The Apostle Paul, Romans 1:11,12)

Report Card Day

With the school year wrapping up and students from elementary school to graduate school scrambling to finish projects and study for finals, I thought I’d share this story. Some lessons are learned in the “School of Hard Knocks.” Others are learned in a literal classroom. Forty years later, God is still getting mileage out of this one.

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When Miss Cupid announced to our third grade class that we’d be crafting dioramas for Science, I knew this wouldn’t be easy. Inspiration when it comes to science is hardly my strong suite. So while I eagerly awaited my epiphany, my classmates diligently began working. I asked Stanley—not exactly the model student—what he was making. I’M not gonna do it, he said, shrugging his shoulders..

Not making my diorama never once occurred to me. I always did my homework. Maybe not well, but I did it. But as the days passed by, still unable to conceive a plan, I decided that I wouldn't make a diorama either. I never even mentioned to project to my parents.

Periodically over the next few weeks Miss Cupid (yes, this was her name), brought up our dioramas, asking how they were progressing. She never asked me personally, though. Evidently she expected that I'd approach her with any questions. This teacher intimated me any way. Didn’t like her. She played favorites and I definitely wasn’t hers. I thought about talking to her but it was easier just to not think about the stupid diorama. Stanley was my only encouragement but if you’d known Stanley, you’d understand that making an alliance with him was of little comfort.

The day our projects were due, our third grade class proudly lined up their dioramas on the counter—everybody, that is, except for Stanley and me. Miss Cupid glanced at me but didn’t' say s word. In fact, she didn’t appear bothered at all. I found that a bit unsettling.

Weeks later Miss Cupid passed out our report cards at the end of the day. Ever since the day I was supposed to turn in my diorama I had this niggling feeling that this might really affect my grade. This project was the only thing we really did all semester in science class. Still, I reasoned—the best I could for an eight-year-old—that I’d be docked a grade or two for not completing my assignment. But since my parents knew I hated science, they wouldn't expect any better than a 'C' so I had no worries.

Now that Miss Cupid was actually passing out our report cards, I grew anxious. I still thought I was right but as she approached, this look of consternation washed over her . . . I was in big trouble. Hesitant, I reached my hand into the manila jacket and pulled out the folded pink sheet. Slowly unfolding it, I gasped. Next to Science, Miss Cupid had written a bold blue 'F'.

I’m dead.

Never, ever did I imagine Miss Cupid would give me an ‘F’ just because I hadn't turned in my diorama. I was in no hurry to arrive home.

“Hi, Mom,” I said, feigning nonchalance as I entering the house.

“Hi, Gayle,” my mom answered cheerfully. “Isn't today Report Card Day?”

Now I had planned on enjoying my afternoon snack before showing her, but now that she’d brought it up, there was no escaping. Without answering, I handed the envelope to her. She immediately noted the ‘F.'

“Why did you receive an 'F' in Science, Gayle?” she asks, clearly disappointed but not shocked the way I was. I remained standing and confessed my woeful tale how I wanted to do it, but couldn’t come up with any ideas, though I tried. I was smart enough to not belabor that though. That excuse sounded lame even to me.

My mom listened quietly, not saying a word. As I'm talking, I continue to imagine my punishment, just as I had been ever since opening my report card. I figured I might have to go to bed without dinner. Worse, I’d have to show my dad my report card myself when he came home from work. Maybe both. And that would be really bad, though my dad was a good, reasonable man. Just hated to disappointment my parents. That was the worst part. Or so I thought.

Finally, my mother rested my report card on the ironing board where she'd been working. In my mom's matter-of-fact way, she looks me straight in the eyes and says: "Well, Gayle, unless you bring your science grade up to a ‘C’ by the end of the school year, you will not be going to Blue Bird camp this summer."

Low blow. Worst blow. Crushed.

Blue Bird camp was all my friends were talking about these days. It would be the highlight of my summer. The most fun thing I’d ever done. I pleaded with my mom to change her mind. I offered her other choices, harder punishments. Longer punishments. But her decision was final. To argue now would result in further trouble. She was not gonna change her mind. With nothing left to say, I retreated to my bedroom and sobbed.

Now being sometimes stern but generally fair and gracious, too, the next morning as I ate breakfast, my mom suggested that I speak with Miss Cupid after school. She told me to tell her I was sorry, that I'd made a foolish choice. Ask her if you can do for extra credit to bring your grade up to a 'C' my mom said.

I don’t know if it was my imagination but it seemed Miss Cupid scowled at me all day. Felt like she was shooting poison arrows at me; not those nice love arrows as her name would imply. Took me the whole day to muster up my courage, but after all the kids had filed out of class, I approached Miss Cupid, shaking in my boots just like Dorothy and her friends facing the Wizard of Oz.

I told her everything I'd rehearsed. How sorry I was. I'd made a bad mistake. I tried to fight my tears and I did, too, because I just didn't like Miss Cupid and didn't want for her to see me cry. But it was so hard. I told her that if I didn’t make this right I couldn’t go to Blue Bird camp that summer and that would ruin my life.

Though initially unsympathetic, she actually grinned when I proposed an extra credit project to compensate for my folly. She suggested I gather different leaves from trees throughout the community, find out what they were and then mount them on a board and label them. I determined to make the best leaf collection she'd ever seen!

And I did, too. I got that 'C' in Science I so desperately needed. That summer I gleefully boarded the bus with all my little girl friends and headed off for Blue Bird camp.

I also didn't pull such a stunt again.

So, can you guess the big lesson I learned? The one God still reminds of from time to time even now? Pretty simple.

We mere mortals aren’t smart enough to calculate the consequences of sin. Oh, we think we are. We certainly try. We fool ourselves into thinking we'll beat the odds. Just because he was stupid enough to get caught, or she wasn’t careful, or he didn’t think things through, doesn't mean that will happen to me, too. I'm smarter than that.

Whatever it is, we're just so sure we can handle it.

Oh yea?

You and I can only see so far. We only know what we know. We'll never outsmart God. The wisest thing you and I can do is try to see God’s heart, the reasons why He gave His laws in the first place. He loves us! Doesn't want to see us get burned. And if we just don’t get one of His "rules," that’s okay. He doesn't expect us to. I didn’t get half the stuff my parents told me growing up. Still I trusted them. Same way with God, only a million times more.

Now, just like my mom, when we are short sighted and then fall into trouble, God is gracious to forgive and to cleanse our consciences. Helps us climb out of the pit we've created. Gives us a chance to make it right. But some things aren’t so easily made right. Our hearts can be made right through Christ, but not the circumstances necessarily. My mom didn’t have to suggest a way for me to still be able to go Blue Bird Camp and Miss Cupid certainly didn’t have to give me a second chance.

It was the mercy of each that allowed me to go. Guess that's the other thing I learned. Neither my parents nor my teacher owed me that.

Just can’t calculate sin. I’m lying if I say I never try. But thankfully, those times are becoming more infrequent as the years go by. Presuming on God’s grace is really a foolish thing to do. God loves me and His ways are good. I love Him, too. I want to trust Him. Plus, there’s freedom in obedience.

Have a great day. Supposed to be sunny and 72 degrees! Yea!

What benefit did you reap at that time from the things you are now ashamed of? Those things result in death. But now that you have been set free from sin and have become slaves to God, the benefit you reap leads to holiness, and the result is eternal life. For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 6:21-23)

Trash Day

Happy Monday!

Thanks to Terri, Tonya, Allison who have posted comments and those who have written to me privately. I so appreciate knowing who's out there!

Mondays are Trash Day at my apartment complex. Silly, I know, but I love Trash Day. Whatever packages, wrappers, boxes, and cartons remain from food and beverages now consumed, I get to throw them all away. No more reminders of any choices that may not have been the most nutritional or beneficial. As for my office, I can toss all that junk mail I accumulated over the last week and the outer envelopes of bills paid.

It’s not that I accumulate so much garbage in the course of the week. I just like the idea that for at least a little while, my apartment will be totally garbage free. I’ll set my can outside in a few minutes and about noon, the garbage man will empty it in his truck and haul it all away – never to be seen again.

I’m so glad I don’t have to wait until Mondays to get rid of any emotional and spiritual garbage I’ve accumulated during the week. It can build up so quickly if I’m not careful. Living in this world can get you dirty even if you don’t leave your house. And I do like to leave my house. People hurt my feelings, I unintentionally hurt others’. I see and hear things I wish I hadn’t. I try to make wise choices, but sometimes I don’t. Before I know it, negative thoughts and attitudes begin to weigh me down.

Yet God says I can come to Him any time I want with whatever’s on my mind and heart. I can talk to Him about those hurts and disappointments. Ask His forgiveness for my sins and for the grace to help me forgive the sins of others. Place it all in God’s proverbial garbage receptacle!

No need to let things build up. For those of us in Christ, we can live this day in freedom. That’s what I’m remembering on this Monday morning.

“The LORD gives strength to his people; the LORD blesses his people with peace.” (Psalm 29:11)

Inconvenienced

Happy Friday. I just love Fridays!

A few weeks ago I was sitting out on my balcony reading. These two little girls, maybe eight years old – one my neighbor, the other her little friend, were playing in a common grassy outside my apartment.

Now I was delighted to see these little girls having so much fun. Love to hear children laugh. But every time they rolled down the hill, they’d squeal this sharp piercing shrill. Made me crazy. Boys don’t do that. I think I have sensitive ears anyway. Plus, you’d think these girls had just seen a 10-foot snake and then another and then another.

Over and over they kept squealing. I went inside my apartment for a few moments, and even with the sliding glass door closed I could still hear them. Finally, I couldn’t handle it any longer. I peered over my balcony and called to them most cordially.

“Girls, I’m really glad you’re having so much fun playing. But would you please stop screaming? It hurts my ears even in my house.”

I thought I said it pretty nice. Yet they looked at me nonplussed, like what are you even talking about? Nevertheless, they did stop. A little later, once again sitting out on my balcony reading, this one little girl, Haley, calls up to me. “Do you have some tape I can have?”

“Why?”

“Me and my friend want to build a fort with some newspaper.”

I shake my head so empathetically. “No I don’t. I’m sorry.”

“Okay.”

Conviction immediately set in. You do, too, have tape, the Lord prompted. You just don’t want to give it to her. They’re bugging you and you don’t feel like being nice to them at the moment.

Nailed.

So easy to think when I tell the Lord I want to please Him, He’s going to ask for some big sacrifice. Most the time, it’s no big sacrifice. Just not convenient. I don’t like to be inconvenienced unless I feel like doing something nice.

“Haley, I realized I do have tape. How much do you need? I can toss the dispenser down to you.”

“That’s okay. I only need two pieces. I’ll come up and get it.”

“Okay.”

And that’s all little Haley wanted from me. Two pieces of tape. She went off to build her fort with her little friend and within ten minutes had gotten bored and abandoned the project. Yet God had given me a second chance to be kind.

Loving others is inconvenient lots of times. Just don’t feel like going out of my way. Oh, I really do want to deep down. Just my emotions don’t. I understand that to say I love God who I can’t see and yet make no effort to love those around me who I can is pretty strong evidence that something’s wrong with my relationship with God. But God is ever kind, ever willing to give me what I need to act rightly in the moment. And in this case, an attitude adjustment was most needed.

I haven’t seen Haley recently. Maybe she's moved. But I’m going to remember her for a while. God really exposed my selfishness that day. And so like Him, He used a sweet little girl who squeals when she’s happy, and just wanted to build a newspaper fort, to do it.

Have a great weekend everybody.

And if anyone gives even a cup of cold water to one of these little ones because he is my disciple, I tell you the truth, he will certainly not lose his reward." (Matthew 10:24)

Standing Firm

Good Wednesday morning. All the baby robins grew up and flew away. Even the one straggler who seemed content to sleep in his nest Monday morning had flown away by Monday afternoon. The nest is empty. That little home now a shell. Not hard to figure out where the “empty nest” syndrome came from.

I cancelled my AOL account yesterday. I’d had it for about eight years but changed servers several months ago. Held on to AOL for some obscure emotional reasons, I guess. Suppose I was just used to them. Also, since I have high speed internet, I’d listen to their music and watch little videos and concerts from time to time. Fun stuff. But I didn’t need it.

I’d tried to cancel the first time back in late January. My rep sounded so sad. "Why would you want to do this?" he asked. So I told him.

Without missing a beat, he gave a rebuttal to every reason and added about 10 reasons why I really didn’t want to make this decision. My friend, Teresa, who had cancelled a few months earlier, warned me this would be the case. They’re really good, Gayle. Their job is to keep you their customer. They’ll try to talk you out of it. I know. They talked me out of it, and I wanted to quit!

So I’d been warned. Still the rep back in January was so nice. Turns out he was a Christian. Can’t remember how I learned that. We talked about the Lord and what He was doing in our lives. No kidding. Church right there on the phone with my AOL representative. My heart warmed. Defenses weakened. I’m not suggesting this was a ploy on his part. Just the result. After the sweet fellowship with this wonderful Christian AOL representative coupled with his commitment to offer my service free for the next month, maybe two months, I cancelled my cancellation. Just couldn’t do it.

Teresa laughed when I told her. Told ya! She had cancelled by then. Took advantage of the free months. Didn’t convince her to stay on. So she called AOL up a couple of months later and listened to their speil. No backing down. She cancelled. So I knew it could be done.

Yesterday I decided was the day. My free month had long since expired and now I’d been paying for the last two months. I kept telling myself it didn’t matter that the rep said this time, ain’t nothin’ gonna change my mind.

The conversation began just like last time. “I’d like to cancel my account please.”

“We’d be glad to take care of that for you, but may I ask why?”

Here we go.

I told her I didn’t use it. Oh but you do use it, I see. Well, that’s because I’m paying for it so I may as well listen to the music, I countered. I have another ISP. I'm happy with them. I'm not happy with you. Why aren’t you happy? You must have been happy since you were with us for eight years.

I didn’t want to tell her the reasons why. Instead I told her that I had a busy day. I’m done, I said. I want to cancel. Now. Don't want to discuss this any more. Please let me hang up.

But she wouldn’t let it go. She wasn’t obnoxious exactly. Actually quite calm and kind. She spoke as some wise sage, compelled to spare me from such foolishness. While I might believe I’ve thought this decision through carefully, I could not have possibly, she seemed to say. If I realized all that I’d be giving up with AOL, frankly we wouldn’t be having this conversation at all.

Oh was she good. Told me AOL offer perks nobody offers. The pressure was horrific. She talked some more, so I talked some more. This is never wise in such situations. She knew the longer I talked, the more information she’d have to persuade me that my complaints could be remedied. Whatever my issues, large or small, she could take care of them. Today.

“Most people who do leave AOL regret leaving,” she continued. Isn’t that what religious cults say, I wondered. (I’m kidding!). Then she pulls out the big guns. “You won’t ever find the computer protection that we offer.” So what does that mean? The second AOL pulls the plug, 50 of the world’s deadliest viruses will come and attack my computer?

“I already have protection.”

“Ah but ours is free. Yours you must pay for.” A travesty, I know.

Enough already.

Finally, finally, I told her. “If it turns out I have made the worst mistake of my life, I’ll just sign up again and incur any charges doing so.”

That made her chuckle. After all, enough is enough.

So mission accomplished. I stayed strong. Cancelled my account. But this whole episode got me thinking. The only reason why I stood firm was that I’d already made up my mind to cancel. Back in February I had not. Simply because I’d decided nothing would change my mind this time, I accomplished my goal.

The Lord showed me I need to take such an attitude against those vulnerable areas in my life when I’ve the propensity to sin. Oh, we’ll never shed that sinful nature this side of heaven, but I surely could walk in victory a lot more if I just decide on the front end how I will handle certain vulnerable situations before I’m in the middle of them.

Ask me if I’ve bought almonds lately? Nope. Not an option. Oh, I’ll eat ‘em if I go to someone else’s house. I’d even buy them and leave ‘em there. Just not taking them home. As I’ve shared before, there is no power in a proclamation in and of itself. Only through the power of the Holy Spirit can I act rightly, particularly in weak areas. Nevertheless, a whole lot can be said for deciding on the front end of a day how I choose to live it, in both the big and the small ways.

Now to those of you who are happy, delighted AOL customers and those who may be employed by them, I mean no ill will. Honest! So please don’t write me about that okay? Like I said, the customer service reps at AOL are very good at what they do. Just couldn’t miss the spiritual application is all!

Have a great day everybody. See you back on Friday.

Therefore, take up the full armor of God, so that you will be able to resist in the evil day, and having done everything, to stand firm. (Ephesians 6:13)

As Great as I'd Hoped!

Good Monday morning.

Back from my church women’s retreat. Oh my, did I have fun! Early this morning, I had to check on the baby robins. I was so sure their nest would be empty. Two of the four were gone. I went to gently pet one of the remaining babies, but he immediately bolted out of the nest. He can fly just fine! As for his brother, he seemed content to stay. Didn’t even flinch. Wonder if he’s feeling insecure to fly. Or maybe he’s just going to stay warm and safe in his bed until his mama kicks him out. Maybe he doesn’t like Monday mornings.

As for the retreat, it’s just like I thought it would be. Saw old friends and gave and received about a million hugs. One old friend, now a missionary in France, flew in to hear this particular speaker since she’s among her favorite authors. I hadn’t seen Nancy since about 1992! Saw a couple other friends I hadn’t seen in about as long. Lots of remembering of God’s faithfulness over the years among us. All in all, a glorious time.

Our speaker, Ruth Myers, was fabulous. Prolific author and dear, dear woman. She taught simply, sharing numerous anecdotes from her life, infusing God’s Word. She’s memorized considerable portions of Scripture and it showed the way she graciously wove just the perfect verses into her messages. After each session, I felt strengthened, emboldened, sometimes convicted, but always refreshed.

Ruth celebrated her 77th birthday on Saturday. What a treat to be able to sing Happy Birthday to her. We love you, Ruth! Thanks so much for flying all the way from Colorado Springs all by yourself. You blessed us so much. She reminds me of another dear Ruth, a few years her senior, also a wonderful author. My dear friend. Yes, Mama Ruth, I mean you.

Some from the retreat asked that I would post a poem on my blog that I shared. To you dear friends, both old and new from Calvary Fellowship in Seattle, here you go. Thanks so much for blessing me incredibly this weekend. Cathy Taylor, thanks to you especially. My gratitude to you and Wayne is immeasurable.

LATELY

I’ve known You for a long time
And loved You just as long.
And during all this time with You
You’ve helped my faith grow strong.
But lately I’ve been loving You
Much greater than before.
I'm learning that Your love for me
Has opened every door.

The only way to thank You now
For all that You have done
Is yielding to You, Father,
Through Jesus Christ, Your Son.
No more will You ask of me;
This is all that You desire.
For when I love and serve You, Lord,
Great works You can inspire.

So, I’ll be on my way now, Lord,
To love as You’ve loved me.
And through my actions, hopefully,
It's You in me they’ll see.
At least that's what I'm praying for,
If we all will do the same,
It won't be long before the world
Will call upon Your Name.

Gayle DeSalles ©1979

The Slowness of Growth

All week I’ve been watching baby robins grow up. When my neighbor hung a wreath on his door, Mama Robin decided to build a nest. l didn’t learn of the babies, though, until after they’d just hatched. Since then, I’ve walked over every day to say hello to the birdies. Check on their progress. Sometimes Mama Robin hovers over them, though often now she leaves them alone for short periods.

From one day to the next, the robins’ growth has been remarkable. When they first hatched, the four baby robins looked so naked, so bald, so fragile. Yet when I took a final peak at them this morning before heading out of town for the weekend, they all looked so cramped. Their eyes are open now and they’ve got lots of feathers. Almost grown. I fully expect when I return home on Sunday; their nest will be vacant.

I sure wish my spiritual growth could be that noticeable from one day to the next. Sometimes I can see changes in me, but most the time I can’t. At least not right away. Growth seems so slow. Unlike the birds which seemed to grow twice as many feathers from one day to the next this week, I wish I could see twice as much kindness or patience or self control in my life from yesterday to today. But growth doesn’t that work that way exactly.

Nevertheless, I’m confident that I will witness significant rowth this weekend. You see, I’m attending the annual women’s retreat at the church I began attending in 1978. For ten years while living in Nashville, I wasn’t able to make it. But now that I’ve returned to the Northwest, I’m only about 6-1/2 hours away. I’ll be visiting with friends who have attended there as long as I.

Part of the sheer joy of fellowshipping with these long time-friends will be to hear their testimonies of God’s faithfulness to them since I saw them last. Several of us don’t really communicate much with each other during the year. Not that we don’t want to. Just that life gets so full. Sometimes, I’ll hear what’s going on from a mutual friend. Now I’ll get to hear first hand.

So in a way, seeing these friends is sort of like time lapsed photography. They, like I, may not see the growth in themselves since it sometimes happens so slowly – at least it feels that way. But since I haven’t seen them all year, and they haven’t seen me, we’ll see the change in each other.

The teaching will be great. Everything about this weekend will be great. But hearing folks’ recent testimonies about how gracious God has been to them through some difficult times this year is probably what I’m most looking forward to. There are those who I've added to my own personal "Hebrews Faithful Hall of Fame List."

Oh yea, and the food and late night “parties on the bed" will be pretty great too!

I have huge expectations for this weekend. Not of people but of God. I’m expecting Him to reveal Himself to me in fresh ways. I’m expecting to make a new friend. I’m expecting to grow even though I might not see it right away. I’m expecting fun and a fresh perspective.

And just like those little birdies will soon leave their comfort zone to fly out into the cold cruel world, I expect that God may stir my nest a little too, inviting me to walk with Him deeper still.
Have a great weekend. I’ll let you know on Monday a bit about the retreat. And if the baby robins really did fly away or decided to hang around a couple of days to give me a proper farewell.

But grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. (2 Peter 3:18)

Loving on My Terms

Good Wednesday morning. Thanks to those of you who continue to post comments. I love reading them. A special thanks to Tanya who shared a bit about her sweet cousin, Jennifer, who went to be with the Lord one week ago.

I’ve been thinking about how easy it is for us mortals to express love in a way that really meets our needs above the needs of the recipient. I know I’ve been guilty of this, though I don’t mean to. My love is genuine and I do want to please the one to whom I’m giving. What I’m offering might even be sacrificial, costing much time or money. Nevertheless, it can still be self serving.

My mom taught me this lesson first. She was a wonderful woman but did she ever know how to not mince words. Decades later, I recall the conversation well.

While home from college one weekend, I decided to invite my mother to lunch. I’d never done that before and it seemed like a really nice thing to do. She’s always so good to me; I wanted to show my gratitude.

“Thanks, Gayle, that's nice of you.” Her eyes brighten. “But you know what I'd really like to do?”

“What's that, Mom?” I already knew.

“Would you please take me to the garage sales I’ve circled in the newspaper?”

Now few things brought my mom greater pleasure than garage sale hunting on a Saturday morning – especially when she could get there early before they were picked over. She didn’t drive and was dependent on my dad to take her. Since I was home, she knew I could take her. Except I hated garage sales, at least back then.

So, again I say, "I'd really like to take you to lunch, Mom."

The newspaper drops to her side, an air of frustration washing over her. “If you want to take me to lunch, Gayle, I’ll go. But if you really want to make me happy, you’ll take me to these garage sales.”

My heart sank. Her words stung. I got it. She wasn’t rude – she just cut right to the heart of the matter. I was doing what I wanted to do. And that was okay with her. But if it was my intention to give her a present, this is what she wanted.

I flew out of the house. Took my mom to every garage sale she'd circled and a few she hadn’t. We had a wonderful time, probably one of the best days I'd ever spent with her. I even enjoyed the garage sales though that was hardly the point.

I still recall the conviction. I really did want to please my mom. It's just that I'd gotten a part time job on campus. Finally had a little money in my pocket. I wanted her to see I was “responsible.” That I was a grown up now. I wanted her to see I could take care of myself. Oh, I didn’t wake up thinking all that exactly, but it was somewhere in my brain and fueled my actions, I know.

Sometimes I’ll get a notion of how I think I could please God, what He might like for me to do for Him today. My impulse may be noble, yet God will have a different idea. His request might be difficult or time consuming. Or, He may surprise me. He may ask me to rest or take a long walk. The issue is to obey. To please Him on His terms not on mine.

God keeps showing me that it’s not the intensity of my sacrifice that necessarily makes Him smile. Rather, it's my willingness to listen and obey Him in whatever He asks. It’s all about relationship.

It is a vain thought to flee from the work that God appoints us, for the sake of finding a greater blessing, instead of seeking it where alone it is to be found in loving obedience.
George Eliot

But Samuel replied, "What is more pleasing to the LORD: your burnt offerings and sacrifices or your obedience to his voice? Obedience is far better than sacrifice. Listening to him is much better than offering the fat of rams. (1 Samuel 15:22, NLT)

Can't Get Used to Jesus

Good Monday morning.

I had a great weekend. Friday evening and Saturday I attended a Beth Moore conference in Spokane, WA. For those who are familiar with her teaching, you know the gal’s got spunk! Not to mention that southern accent! Though I wanted to go, I hadn’t planned on it. Then a friend of a new friend from Bible Study called to say there was a free ticket and if I could be ready in 45 minutes, she’d pick me up.

Flexibility is good. I shut down my computer, changed my clothes, grabbed an apple to eat, and headed out the door.

Now is God good or what? Had a fabulous time. God really ministered to me both days, especially on Saturday. I’ve been struggling with a few things and through Beth’s wonderful teaching from Scripture and her delightful and often humorous anecdotes, I left greatly encouraged. Perhaps I’ll share a little of what God showed me in future posts. Today I have the simplest thing on my mind.

I just can’t get used to God.

Just can’t get used to the way He thinks, the way He acts, the way He graciously treats me every day. No matter how long I know Him, or the better I know Him, no matter how long I observe the way He manages the affairs of men, I just can’t get used to how gracious He is.

I actually had a few things I planned on sharing right now but every time I try, the words just won’t come out. I think God just wants me to reflect on His goodness today. I know I’ve talked a lot lately about keeping my eyes focused squarely on Christ. I don’t just say this because it’s the “spiritual” thing to say. I say this because it’s the only thing I know to do to keep my head on straight.

See, just like most of you, it’s not just my own struggles that can weigh me down. It’s seeing those I love hurt. You know. Some friend, relative, neighbor, a stranger from church is going through a hard time. Health issues, loss of a loved one, financial hardships, broken relationships, etc. You just can’t live in this world without noticing that l can be a tough place.

And yet, Christ says in Him we can know a peace that passes all understanding. And as hard as things can get sometimes, if we abide in Him, we can live lives in joyful abundance. I know it can happen because I’ve experienced it. Am experiencing it now though I know there’s way more. Know it’s mine for the asking and the receiving. If I’ll just stay close to Christ.

God’s blessing today. I should mention something. As much as I love writing my blog, I realize that posting Monday through Friday a little more time consuming than I anticipated. So, starting today, I’ll be posting Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Instead of posting intermittently and y’all not knowing when you should pop back, I do want to remain consistent.

Thanks for hanging with me. I’ll see you on Wednesday.

For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,
declares the Lord.
As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts higher than your thoughts.
(Isaiah 55:8,9)

"Thank You" or "I'm Sorry"

Yippee! It’s Friday!

Have you had a good week? This week’s been a bit loaded for me. If you read my blog from yesterday, you learned that a new friend of mine died unexpectedly. Other situations have tested my character this week, mostly in small ways, but some not so small. The Lord keeps reminding me that any thought that is not taken captive to Christ – that is, those thoughts that don’t line up with whatever is true, noble, lovely, admirable, excellent or praiseworthy (Phil. 4:8) – will cause destruction on some level. Could be as simple as going from a good mood to a bad one (and I’m not a moody person), or suddenly becoming anxious as I consider my circumstances. Taking my eyes off Christ even for a second is not a good thing.

I’ve been a Christian long enough to know this. Trials happen all the time. Some are small, others huge, and often they happen right in the middle of a lot of blessing and good things. God is always faithful to see me through. He doesn’t cause the hard times but He does allow them. Each is designed to make me stronger, build my faith in Him. Make me realize even more how dependent I am on Him and see that depending on Jesus Christ is a very safe place to be. God chooses both the duration and the intensity. Won’t be a second longer than necessary and won’t be more than I can handle by His grace. Oh, some circumstances definitely feel harder than I can handle but they really aren’t. Then when it’s served its purpose, poof! The trial will be over.

After 35 years of walking with Christ, I know this for a fact.

Several years ago, the Lord gave me a simple test to gauge my attitude in the middle of a trial. I call it the “Thank you or I’m sorry” test. I perform this little exercise routinely. Works like this: If God decided to bring whatever trial I’m facing to a screeching halt – end it right this minute – what would my first words to Him be?

A heartfelt "Thank you, Lord, I knew You would do it. I knew You would pull me through. You did it. Just like always. You were faithful. This was a tough one. I hated every moment of it, but I experienced Your mercy in the middle. I trusted You.”

Or –

“I’m sorry, Lord. I’m sorry that I didn’t believe You. I’m sorry that I didn’t trust You. My fears got the best of me. My unbelief won out. Please forgive me.”

We serve a God who is faithful even we are not. When I fall down, He brushes me off, tucks my shirt back in, and pats me on the bottom. “You’re okay, Gayle. Go on now.” But when the trial feels too much, He rocks me on His proverbial lap for awhile and dries my tears. Holds me until my fears subside and I can return to what I was doing.

I just want to rest in Christ. Believe Him not just believe in Him. My little test helps me. Like I said, I’m in the middle of something right now. So are you. Maybe lots of “somethings.”

If God were to bring your trial to an end right now, what would your first words to God be? Would you be able to run up to Him, throw your arms around His neck and say “Thanks, Daddy, I knew You would fix it. I knew You would make it better.”? Or would your first words have to be, “I'm sorry, Lord. Hate to admit it but I just didn’t think You were going to take care of me this time.”

God’s gonna love us either way. Our response won’t change that a bit. Still, I get to choose. Which will it be? Thanksgiving or repentance? I choose thanksgiving, right now. I will it so. For God is good and His ways are good. All the time.

Have a great weekend everybody. I’ll see you back on Monday.

Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble,
and he saved them from their distress.
He brought them out of darkness and the deepest gloom
and broke away their chains.
Let them give thanks to the Lord for his unfailing love
and his wonderful deeds for men,
for he breaks down gates of bronze
and cuts through bars of iron.
(Psalm 107:13-16)

Home Free – A Tribute

Today I dedicate this entry to my new friend, Jennifer Mitchell. In His perfect wisdom and mercy, my Jesus – and Jen’s Jesus – chose to take her Home peacefully two evenings ago, Tues, 5/3. Jennifer had brain cancer. She was only 27.

I knew Jen only 21 days. We met three weeks ago on a Monday night at a Bible study we both had just joined. Really, I can’t even say I knew her three weeks. I only saw her the last three Monday nights, all together about five hours maybe. And out of those five hours, we couldn’t have visited more than 15 minutes. All the words exchanged between us couldn’t have added up to more than a couple of thousand, give or take a few.

That’s not a lot of time.

So I can’t say I knew Jennifer. Not really. Didn’t know her favorite color or food or hobby. Did she have siblings? Was she born in Idaho or move here later? Had she been a Christian a long time or not long at all? What made her laugh? What pushed her buttons? What was her favorite thing to do when alone? Or with others? Like I said, I didn’t know Jennifer.

Except I did. I know she loved Jesus!

Jen so radiated the love of Christ – that peace and joy that passes all understanding – you felt like you knew her. Everybody in class wanted to hang with her. Besides this wonderful childlike faith and just plain fun personality, Jen had another quality. If you asked her how she was feeling, she wouldn’t lie to you. She’d tell you the truth. Don’t feel well. Or, I’m a little down. Yet she still managed to keep that smile, those dancing eyes. You’d hurt with her and yet you’d laugh at the same time.

So how is it that I could say all this? I mean, when did I have the opportunity to get to know Jennifer when I’ve just admitted I didn’t know her? All I can say is Jennifer let you know her. At least that’s my take. She must have touched me. I sure have a lot to say about her now. Basically, Jen was just too cool for school.

And this might sound a little self serving but I’m gonna share it anyway. Jen loved reading my blog. I started it the day I met her. She told me she’d check it out the next day. When I caught up with her the following Monday, she told me she’d read it every day and had told a lot of her friends. Even posted a link to my blog from her website. Said that reading it each morning had become one of her favorite things to do. Felt encouraged. Maybe she’d leave a comment, maybe not. But on Mondays she was sure quick to tell me how it blessed her.

With 10 billion websites and blogs a person can read every day, she picked mine. If nobody ever read another thing I wrote, God already gave me one of the nice presents He’s ever given me. Written words to encourage a new friend the last couple of weeks of her life. God knows how humbled and honored I am by this. In fact, when I saw her Monday night – the last time I‘d ever see her this side of heaven – we gave each other a hug and she says, “Look forward to reading your blog tomorrow.”

How can I miss someone I just met? How does that work? When you’re as filled with Christ as Jennifer Mitchell was, it’s a no brainer. You’re drawn to her because she draws you to Christ.

Finally, since Jennifer posted this publicly on her website, I’d like to close by letting you get to know Jennifer a little yourself. She writes:

". . . I have to share this with all of you...as hard as this journey has been for me, I have tried so very hard to do what God has wanted me to do, and I really feel that I have. Now, I really feel in limbo not knowing what he is going to do next, but I am ok with that. This is hard to explain, but maybe some of you can grasp it. Within the last few days I feel as if he has literally entered more than just my heart, I am so full of happiness, love, and peace it is unreal. There is no other way that someone going through what I am going through could say that if God wasn't living in more than just their heart is there? I am thrilled with the smallest of things, and feel nothing but love love love for everyone! I feel like my heart is just overflowing and I can't contain it. I know you're probably all thinking it's just the steroids Jen, but believe me, it's not. I feel it, I feel Him! If this is even a fraction of the love he has for all of us then get ready people because it is awesome! It is like nothing you've ever felt before! He continues to work through me in undeniable and unbelievable ways, I pray and he tells me just what to do. I truly feel that I am serving him as much as I possibly can right now. I know he is proud of me and I also know that he is watching over me continuously. I continue to pray for time from him, also and I do think he will give me mercy and grace for what I still need to do here on His Earth. Honestly, this has been one of the most wonderful and beautiful experiences anyone could ever have through such a time of adversity and I am actually so thankful to Him. . . ."

Jennifer “Jen” Mitchell, Wed, 4/27/05
http://www3.caringbridge.org/wa/jenspage

To family and friends of Jennifer, I am so deeply sorry for your loss. May you be comforted knowing that on her second full day of heaven, Jennifer is sitting on the lap of the One she loved so dearly … the one Who loves her still more.

Jennifer’s having a really, really good day today.

Blessings all.

"Home Free, eventually
At the ultimate healing we will be Home Free.
Home Free, oh I’ve got a feeling
At the ultimate healing
We will be Home Free."
- Wayne Watson

“His master replied, 'Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master's happiness!'"
(Matthew 25:23)

Spiritual Inventory

Mid week already! Very busy day. And I have a lot on my mind.

Between drafting cover letters for various jobs and potential clients asking, “What do you do?” I’ve been reflecting on my present professional skills and those which I’m diligently learning. Also thinking about the gifts and talents God has blessed me with.

Started thinking about a particular trip to the grocery store to buy my favorite meatloaf mix. Checked the usual spot. None on the shelf. About then, a clerk walks by.

“Can I help you find something?”

“Yes, thanks. I’m looking for a meatloaf mix you always have right here.” I point to where it would normally be.

“I’m not familiar with that. Could you describe it?”

"Sure . . ."

Shaking his head he says, “I’m sorry. I don’t believe we have any in stock.”

As I start to walk away, I overhear a co-worker ask him, “What is she looking for?”

Hearing that, I approach the new clerk and say I’m looking for this particular meatloaf mix.

“Just a second."

A few moments later he returns with several packets. “Is that enough? Want more? We had a box in the back but it hasn’t been put out yet.”

I thank him for the packets and merrily walk away. Then it occurred to me. The first clerk was pleasant, wanted to help me. But he was unfamiliar with this product, so he sent me away empty handed. The second clerk, more familiar with both the meatloaf mix and the quantity on hand, was able to get it for me.

As I continued shopping, I asked the Lord how well I knew my spiritual inventory? Do I ever send someone away because I think I have nothing to offer when in fact I do?

I’ve now made it a habit to consider this question periodically. Seems as a Christian, the more I understand and appreciate how much God has given to me through Jesus Christ, the greater blessing I can be to others. After all, if I’m aware of how much I have to offer, the more apt I’m willing to share. But if I think I don’t have anything to offer, I, like that grocery store clerk, will send the person away even though I could have met her need.

I don’t want to do that.

God never asks us to give what we don’t have, only what we do. And that’s a lot.

That’s what I’m “remembering” today.

Blessings all.

“Praise to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ. (Ephesians 1:3)

Straying

Howdy.

Been thinking how easy it is for me to get off track. I’m not talking about some major sin where my picture will soon grace the walls of the U.S. Post Office or I’ll wind up on 60 Minutes shielding my face, saying “No comment.” I’m just talking about the thoughts that fill my head on a daily basis and the way I choose to handle them. Any decision I make today, really, anything I do at all, will begin with a thought. Sometimes the most innocuous ideas can pop into my head. Yet if I’m not careful, seems before too long, I’ve strayed off course. Reminds me of a story.

Once while returning home to Seattle from a weekend visit with a friend in Forks, Washington, a sign announcing “Marymere Falls” caught my eye. Though a two-hour drive and one-hour ferry ride stretch before me, I pull into the Ranger Station. I seldom make it over to the Olympic Peninsula and knew it would be a while before I'd return. I check my watch and pull into the park. I’ll just see how far the trail is down to the falls. One mile. Easy enough. Before I know it, I’ve begun my descent down.

Now I have a rule about hiking alone. Won’t do it. But this wasn’t a “hike,” you see? This is a short easy walk. No need for my jacket or water. Warm summer day and even with the cool mist off the water, I know I’ll be fine. Won’t linger. Just want to take a quick peek. I figure I’ll be back on the road in an hour easy.

I wind down the path, keeping pace with several folks ahead, sometimes passing them. Several others pass me on their way back up. In just a few moments, I stand at the base of the falls, basking in its pristine beauty, refreshed by the cool mist on my face. Too soon, I begin my ascent back to my car.

Blue sky, not even a hint of rain. The weekend with my friend has been terrific. Now God lavishes upon me this final sweet surprise before heading home. Captivated by these beautiful wooded surroundings, carefree and utterly gleeful, I obliviously walk right by the trail head. I’m singing familiar praise choruses, strolling along. Don’t even notice that none pass me on the trail in either direction. I’m in my own world. I don’t even know I’m in my own world. I don’t realize that I just crossed a stream or cross it again a little while later. Or was that the third time? How can I not know or care? Worse, it doesn't even dawn on me that I should be back in the parking lot by now.

What can I say? I was really having fun and in unprecedented fashion, literally lost track of the time. Finally, I glance at my watch for the first time since arriving. Yikes! The sun will set within the hour. A tinge of fear creeps in. I keep walking, erroneously hoping the trail will most likely form a loop, circling back to the trail head. My logic grows increasingly suspect when each switchback becomes steeper and more frequent, ushering me deeper into the woods. Time for me to turn around. Now I am afraid!

Wearing only a T-shirt and shorts, I feel my first chill. The temperature’s dropping quickly. And now my throat is dry. Awfully thirsty. When did this nature walk down to the falls become a hike? I panic. I’ve got to get off this mountain. God, I need to keep my wits about me. Adrenaline pumping, I race down the mountain, nearly tripping over a tree stump. Frightened at the thought of injury up there alone, I breathe deeply and slow my pace.

I shriek with relief when I finally see the trail head leading up to the parking lot – the one missed hours before. Thank you, thank you, Lord. I sing over and over. “Oh, Lord, you heard my cry and You set my foot on the rock of salvation. Put a new song in me, praises to rescue me, many will see and know the God of delight . . .”

Nearly dark, I arrive back at the Ranger Station exhausted but relieved. I wonder if I’ve made the Park Ranger nervous when he left for home with that one lonely car left in the parking lot. Dehydrated, I guzzle the two bottles of water stored in my ice chest and pull out on to the road. My muscles are tight. I don't feel so hot.

Over the next three hours back to Seattle, keep thanking the Lord for protecting me from harm. How did this happen? As I finally sank into bed, I set my alarm to get up for work. Midnight. My sleep is fitful. Every few minutes, all night long, I keep waking up. I dream I’m lost up on that mountain and no one can find me. Praise wells up inside me again when I wake up. Realize I’m safe and sound. Thank you, Jesus! I know I broke every rule I have about hiking. Every rule.

So there you have it. Sometimes I know the wise thing to do but just forget. Before I know it, I have wandered from safe pasture.

At least I’m in good company. In the Psalms, one man confessed that as much as he loved God and hadn't forgotten his commands, he, too, still managed to stray sometimes. I wish I didn’t. Straying can be dangerous. But how comforting to know that God knows his children intimately and lovingly seeks us when we lose our way. We’re never out of his sight.

I have strayed like a lost sheep. Seek your servant, for I have not forgotten your commands.
(Psalm 119:176)

Road Rage

Good Monday morning. Hope y’all had a terrific weekend.

These days, for the most part, I’m working out of my home primarily. Don’t have to contend with the morning and afternoon rush hour traffic – at least for now. But since it’s Monday and that means many will be headed back to work, I started thinking about “Road Rage.” You know. Drivers succumbing to fits of rage, acting crazy, venting life’s frustration as soon as they get behind the wheel.

Many of us have relayed our occasional perilous trip into work while gathering with coworkers to grab our first cup of coffee before our day begins. I know I have. Must confess – well I don’t have to, but I will. I’ve honked my horn a time or two at someone darting in front of me, not even bothering to signal. Worse is when someone tail gaits. Happened all the time during the ten years I lived in Nashville. So many times I’d look through my rear view mirror and think, Yikes, he’s gonna hit me, I just know it.

I suspect that traveling the highways and byways of America must be one of God’s favorite classrooms by now. He has taught me a great deal about keeping my eyes focused on Him. After all, from the time we first learned to drive, whether formal driver education or from our parents, we all heard one thing: “Keep your eyes on the road.”

Seems simple enough – until l like I said, someone begins tail gaiting. I’m in the slow lane, going the speed limit, maybe even a little faster (did I just admit that, too?), minding my own business. But the moron behind me is going faster still. Already need to repent, I know. Just called this “gentleman” a moron!

I grow increasingly agitated. But really, I’m just afraid. If I have to even tap on my brake suddenly, he’s going to slam into me. Now I’m distracted. Anxious. Now I’m paying more attention to what he is doing that to what I am doing. I’ve taken my eyes off the road.

Fact is, I have no control over what this driver behind me does. The best I can do is try to compensate for his foolishness. Make sure I maintain ample distance between me and the car ahead. Then if he does hit me, there’s less chance that I will ram into the car in front of me. But if continue my preoccupation with the car behind me, I may be the one to actually cause an accident!

Can’t you see it? I rear end the lady in front of me because I’m upset about the guy behind me. We both pull over to the side. All the while, I’m grumbling this is his fault, not mine.

Really?

And guess who soars by me free as a bird? You got it. The car that “caused” my accident. Now how am I supposed to explain to this woman I’ve just hit that it wasn’t my fault but the guy behind me? Think she’ll care? Even if I could prove it was this other car’s fault, so what? He’s long out of sight.

I can come up with 50 reasons why this accident shouldn’t be my fault. In the end, like it or not, I’m going to have to accept the fact that it wasn’t him who hit anybody. It was me.

Reminds me of journey as a Christian. I don’t want to concern myself with anything that will distract me from my single-minded devotion to Christ. So easy to allow my failures, disappointments, fears, insecurities— you name it — to get my focus off of Him on to something else that in the end will only cause me grief.

God knows how it happens. He doesn’t get “mad at us” when we get distracted. He loves us. Do you think police officers don’t understand how easily fender benders happen? Someone was driving a little too fast or a little too reckless or maybe just wasn’t paying attention just for a moment. As for God, no one will ever understand us better than He! He knows how spiritual “fender benders” happen. Just wants to see us avoid them is all.

Surest way I know for that to happen is simply keeping my heart and mind focused on Him – through His Word and through prayer.

Think I’ll keep my eyes on the road today – the one that leads to freedom.

Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfector of our faith. (Hebrews 12:2)