Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Since Easter is around the corner, I thought I would share a poem I wrote years ago. This poem is a reminder that although Jesus was crucified on the cross, He lives today and paid the ultimate price.
One night I had a dream
That seemed so real to me.
I saw my Lord and Savior
On top of Mount Calvary.
A crown of thorns was on His head
Nails pierced His side.
The soldiers laughed and mocked Him\
Until my Savior died.
The drops of sweat became as blood\
Running down His face.
I stood there feeling so helpless
As Jesus died in my place.
When I awoke, my face was wet
From the tears that I had cried.
But He gave me eternal life
The day my Savior died.
Monday, March 26, 2012
One day my husband fixed a leak under the commode in my bathroom. Being the handy man he is, he cut a small hole in the floor to make it easier to reach the pipe. Fine--no problem--leak fixed. Now he will fix the hole and life goes on-right? Wrong! He decided to leave the hole for a few days to make sure the leak has been permanently fixed. Now that few days has turned into months. Although it is a small hole, I have tried my best to conceal it but there is just so much I can do to make a hole in the floor attractive...
Now fast forward about six months. The hole is still there even though I have done all I can to conceal/decorate it. But it is still there.
One night I stumble into bed exhausted after transporting four kids to four different activities as well as the usual daily struggles of running a household with four kids. Around 2:00 in the morning my little dog woke me up with frantic barking and yelping. I forced one eye open to see him jumping up and down on the floor by my bed. He looked at me as if to say, "I'm trying to protect you, now come on and do your part." When I did manage to stumble into the bathroom I was instantly awake. There between the commode and the waste can was a possum. Pugsley, my dog had him trapped. I could not move because I was totally in shock until Pugsley barked again as if to say,"See I told you. Now get rid of it. I'm tired and want to go to sleep."
Frantically, I woke my husband and screamed, "THERE'S A POSSUM IN MY BATHROOM! GET UP AND KILL IT!" He looked at me as though he thought I had totally lost my mind.
"Ok, get me something to use to kill it," he calmly said. I ran to my grandson's room and came back with a ball bat. I gave the bat to hubby and jumped on my bed and covered my eyes. I could hear the battle raging on in the bathroom. "Hiss!" "Pow!" "Ka Pow!" "Boom!" Finally all was silent so I opened my eyes. There on the floor lay the lifeless body of the intruder. I carefully picked it up by the tail and placed it into a plastic bag and ran to throw it into the outside garbage can.
I was finally able to fall back to sleep but the bathroom light was left on for the rest of the night.
I bet you thought this was the end of the story. WRONG! While going about my daily chores the next morning, my grandkids came running to me with excitement written all over their faces. "Nanny, Nanny, Nanny (all three were talking at once). There is a possum in our garbage can and he is alive!" I went out to see what was happening and sure enough when I raised the lid of the can, I could see two beady little eyes staring up at me. I don't know what eventually happened to this wayward creature. The kids think he escaped and is now living happily ever after with his family. I hope so. But at least he is not living his life with my family.
The next morning when I sat down for my morning visit with God, I asked Him, as I always do "What do you want to talk about today Father?" His answer came as a total surprise to me. "I want to talk about the possum."
"What about the possum?" I asked in astonishment.
"That was a small hole in your floor wasn't it?"
"Yes, it was a very small hole." I answered, not sure where this conversation was going but definitely intrigued by it.
"Well that possum was able to come into your house through that small hole, wasn't he?"
"Yeah," I slowly answered.
"Just like that possum squeezing though such a small opening in your floor that was unguarded, the enemy can enter your heart through a small unguarded hole in your heart. Just as that intruding animal filled you with dread, the enemy can fill your heart with fears and worries. When he does that you do not fully trust me to care for you."
Suddenly, I understood what He was telling me. We must always guard our hearts against the enemy that roams around trying to find who he can devour. Satan doesn't need a door with a welcome sign, he enters through a hole he finds unguarded. Don't make it easy for him to enter your heart. Fill your heart with joy and love and trust in a heavenly Father who loves you unconditionally and will never leave you unprotected.
Oh, by the way--the hole in my floor has been fixed!
Have you left your heart unguarded? What fears and doubts entered through that hole? Write out a prayer to God confessing the fears you had and ask him to come into that hole left by doubt. Just as the enemy can enter our heart God can close that hole with His peace and joy.
Loving Father, help me to be ever vigilant to guard my heart against the enemy’s attacks. Only you can fill my heart with the peace and joy I crave. Make me ever mindful of your love and care for me. I surrender my heart and soul to you. I know you will never leave me or forsake me. I covet your presence in my life today and forever. Amen.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
I am sitting outside on a beautiful day watching the kids play and writing this post. Spring officially sprung yesterday and everyone seems to be enjoying being outside. Today my lawn was mowed for the first time of the season—I admit I didn’t do it. But it was done anyway. Now as I am sitting outside I hear a neighbor’s mower.
It is hard to believe how much better nice weather can make you feel. But just hearing the birds sing and see the trees and flowers bloom does send a reminder from God that He is still in control and all is right.
I intend to spend more time in this fresh air in the days ahead. With the beauty that spring brings it is easy to see God’s handprint.
Until next time,
This is Life on the Edge.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
Well ball practices have officially begun so you know where I will be now in the evenings and Saturdays. I must admit I do love being outside when the weather is as nice as it has been lately. Oh yeah, I took my book with me to read. What could be better than this?
Friday, March 16, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
I once made a remark about the hidden
books of the Bible. It was a lulu; kept
people looking so hard for facts... and
for others it was a revelation. Some
were in a jam, especially since the
names of the books were not capitalized.
But the truth finally struck home to
numbers of our readers. To others it
was a real job. We want it to be a most
fascinating few moments for you. Yes,
there will be some really easy ones to
spot. Others may require judges to help
them. I will quickly admit it usually
takes a minister to find one of them, and
there will be loud lamentations when it
is found. A little lady says she brews a
cup of tea so she can concentrate better.
See how well you can compete. Relax
now, for there really are sixteen names
of books of the Bible in this paragraph.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
I was looking forward to reading this book because I have read several of Ms. Walsh’s books and thoroughly enjoyed them. I chose this book because I am going through a difficult time and hoped to be encouraged and uplifted by this work. I did get some enlightening thoughts from this read but all in all found myself scratching my head and wondering how this fits into be broken.
I did not completely grasp the concept of brokeness in the example of Ms. Walsh’s husband and son being late in arriving home. I did however get the idea that much fear and doubt can be avoided if we cling to Jesus and his grace.
Although, I did not find this book overall encouraging or easy to grasp, I did find some nuggets that made it worth the read.
This book was provided by Thomas Nelson Publishers through their Booksneeze program in exchange for an honest review. The opinions expressed in this review are solely mine.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
This is the day the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it.
Father, I need to remember this today. All three kids missed the bus again. After rushing to get them to school, I developed a bad case of mooditude—the feeling you get when you feel a bad mood coming on to destroy your positive attitude. Ok that is not a real word but it should be. Until next time—“the edge” is getting closer. I fear I will fall off one day—never to be heard from again.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
We have had our share of storms and tornados lately in Ky,,
TN, Il, MO, and Ind. Damage was done to homes and other possessions. The greater damage was the loss of lives of so many people. We need to keep these people in our prayers. God commanded us to bear each others’ burdens. Now is that time.
Father, we know you are in control and nothing happens without a reason. We know you have a plan for us and your ways are higher than our ways. Hold these people in your arms and comfort these families.