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May 13, 2008 - Tuesday
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My Life is Over....
Current mood:  crushed
Category: Romance and Relationships
heehee! Made you look!
Titles are cool aren't they? 12 letters sucked you in like a vaccuum! K--if you read my memo--you know there might have been a little staging involved here. Just a wee bit of pre-planned hype. :) Please forgive me--there is a point to my antics.
Do we buy into hype? And if we do--for how long? The next ime I stage a little emotional plea, will you respond with as much fervency? Probably not. But--what if this blog had read something like this:
"I know I have touched your heart, not once but many times. You have seen my work, you know it is God's work--but it cannot continue any longer. I have to know you understand my heart--more importantly I have to know that you see the vision that I have. Knowing that I have reached some place in your heart will you support my message so that others will also hear it?"
Gag me--I'm pretty sure we would be polar opposites at this point. I drew you in through your emotions--your concern; your compassion. Those things are real--they are the very matrix that leads the quest to mine what is best in all things mortal.
Ahhhh--the marketing machine. If I appeal to the very base of the many gifts God has instilled in you, if I can but penetrate the softest, most vulnerable point of your heart--are we buds? Can we share? Are we speaking the same language?
If I show you some pictures--run some video, give you a podcast, sing you a song will you understand that God has brought us to a singular point in time? A destiny where you give and I take?
How about if I give you miracles? How about if I mention the ministry of angels--then will you believe that God is with me? Will you give me your heart? And if God is with me and your heart is with me, shouldn't your wallet follow? Because where the treasure is--there will the heart be also. Jesus said so. Didn't you get the memo? Others just like you, need me and my message.
I'm just wondering where the hype stops and the truth begins...the truth is we need less hype...and more of what is real. Truth is real...do I need verbal theatrics and emotional pleas to pull you into the truth?
Jesus/Yahshua said 'My sheep hear my voice'...I think that sums it up pretty well. We need one voice...His. How about we tune out the media driven hystrionics and do something simple...how about we just listen for the real voice.
How about instead of buying everybody else's book on how to live a better life...we just read the one book...you know...the one on our shelf gathering dust? The one that contains all the truth we'll ever need? No need to pull out your wallet...the author of that book really does just want your heart.
He doesn't need your money to further His message...he's been doing it for a few thousand years now--without a publicist, or a marketing plan. No need to see Him on the High Def overhead in the multimillion dollar arena--uh, church--He works best as a personal trainer, one on one, in the intimacy of your own home. All He needs is a quiet place and your undivided attention. He works for free, but He does expect for you to follow the plan He painstakingly designed just for you.
Miracles? You don't have to be a spectator clawing your way through the crowd to see if they might be real. Just schedule an appointment--His greatest miracles occur in private, during those one on one sessions that cost you nothing but your heart and your undivided attention.
Do me a favor--before you use your well earned vacation time and hard earned money to travel to some place you think He might be...before you open your heart and your wallet to someone who promises angelic visitations and miracles in return for an offering--offer yourself in private, one on one. Open that dusty book and read it--listen for the voice that speaks quietly...in whispers only you can hear...and follow it.
BTW--thanks for your compassion, I know I drew you here under false pretenses--I hope it was worth the read.
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February 12, 2008 - Tuesday
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Father, Will You?
Can I ride on the high plains of the world, Father? Will you feed me on the heritage of Jacob as you promised? May I walk among the princes of your people? Will you cause men to give unto my bosom in overflowing measure?
Will you cause my enemies to flee in seven directions? Will you provide a host of angels to keep charge over me? Will you make my crooked paths straight? Will you allow me to do greater works for you?
Father of lights, will you give me every good and perfect gift? Will you sing over me with joy? Will you give me the wealth of the wicked? Will you give me your wisdom? Will you be my strong tower and hide me beneath the shadow of your wings?
Will you give me the wisdom to get wealth? Will you give me dreams and visions? Will you cause me to run and not grow weary? Will you give me my daily bread and count the number of hairs on my head?
Will you spread your cloak over me and take me to yourself as a husband? Will you place jewels on my belly and bracelets on my wrists? Will you find me in the dirt and wash the blood from me? Will you store my tears in a bottle and bring up my prayers as incense before you?
Will you absolve my sins, and remember them no more? Will you heal my transgressions? Will you throw my sin into the sea of forgetfulness?
Will you let me sit in your throne, and judge the sins of the nations? Will you let me throw my crown at your feet? Will you let me sing Holy, Holy, Holy is the LORD who was and is and is to come? Will you receive me at your banqueting table and place your banner of love over me?
Will you let me enter your kingdom with thanksgiving and your courts with praise? Will you inhabit my praises to you? Will you give me beauty for ashes and bring joy to me in the morning?
When I am weak, will you be made strong? Will you comfort me in my affliction? If I keep my eyes on you will you keep me peace? Will you give me a peaceable habitation and a sure dwelling?
Will you write your name upon me and seal me to yourself in Christ? Will you allow me to gaze upon the hills and know from whence cometh my help? Will you whisper in my ear so distinctly that I will know when to stop and when to turn left?
Will you place a rainbow in the sky as a sign that you remember your promises to me for all the days of my life upon the earth? Will you remember the plans you have for me? Will you plan to give me life? Will you plan to do good to me and not evil? Will you keep evil far from my dwelling place? Will you allow a host of angels to encamp around me?
Will you give me the authority to command blessing and reverse the curses of the enemy? Will you allow me to crush the serpent under my feet? Will you prepare a place just for me to dwell, within your many mansions? Will you be aware of all that I have need of and adorn my life more beautifully than you adorn the flowers of the field?
Will you show me the ancient paths? Will you lead me into all truth? Will you redeem me from the earth and let me dwell with you forever? Will you allow me to be forgiven as I forgive others? Will you allow me to come in and out of your gates freely? Will you buy me with a great price?
My Father said, "I will."
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February 11, 2008 - Monday
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May 22, 2007 - Tuesday
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I Have A Box Seat For The World Series 2027!
Current mood:  ecstatic
Category: Sports
 Now I ask you, what Kindergartner do you know that can hit a double, score two runs on a homer, make a double play from first to third gaining two outs and score five outs for his team in one T-Ball game?
Those who witnessed the Braves #9 play his last game of the season at the Y tonight had no doubt in their minds that a star is rising in the world of baseball. In another fifteen or so years, his name will be a hot commodity, although if you ask him today what his hopes for the future are, he'll tell you he's a Texas Ranger in the making.
He's not only a power hitter, he can field any ball to home plate with the accuracy of a pro, he can make a split second decision and get the ball where it needs to be. He can throw signals, slide into base and spit as good as any of them. If you ask me, I think the spirit of Hank Aaron has taken up residency in the body of a six year old.
It's a little uncanny to hear dads spouting the stats of a baby boy barely finishing his second T-Ball season. I overheard a visiting grandpa from Boston remark that he'd heard of this kid, and couldn't wait to see him hit as #9 took the plate. He and another dad then went into a long dissertation about his form—he's a six year old, for gosh sakes! But yes, his style is unique and his power with a bat will drop your jaw. I should know, I'm his batting coach—me, the poor grandma that has to retrieve those power hits, while he gleefully runs imaginary bases and taunts "Grandma you need more exercise!"
Our code word for a home run is 'fireworks!' and this evening, as I filled his water bottle prior to the game, he stoically reported "I'm going to need that grandma; I have some fireworks to make tonight."
And so he did! Fireworks were bursting over the field, but never so brightly as in this grandma's camp as #9 ended his season with an illustrious show for his biggest fan. Twenty years from now, he won't be running to my arms for hugs and atta boy's after making his heart stopping plays—but maybe he'll still throw me a kiss from the field as I watch him take home the World Series in 2027. I'll be watching from the box, remembering this night; this season when baseball history marked out a special place for #9, The Braves in the last game of his second season of T-ball.
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May 13, 2007 - Sunday
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Giving Thanks for a Perfect Mother's Day!
Current mood:  loved
Category: Life
When my home is filled with the laughter of my daughters, and those inevitable tense moments of verbal sibling combat, when friends show up unexpectedly to add even more laughter and lively conversation, the children dress up as knights in shining armor, to battle invisible dragons all over the house, the phone rings and it's our son calling to wish me a happy mother's day, the baby cries and his seven year old sister gives in to his two year old whims to sooth his tantrum, the son-in-laws drop in to add a few more smiles—it's a perfect day.
The lamb goes onto the fire (the product of my husband's long afternoon excursion to a few well chosen Middle Eastern markets), and the smoke rises into the air, my silent prayer of thanksgiving rises with it. This is love; this is what is to be full.
Thank you Shea and Shawn, Sergio, Chris, Destinee, Andra, Nathan, Cheri, Josh, JJ, Elijah, Damon, Vicki and Bryan for this wonderful Mother's Day! You are treasured blessings to me!
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May 6, 2007 - Sunday
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My Offering-Less of Me
Current mood:  peaceful
Category: Life
A friend invited me to join her in expressing our worship through writing by attending a workshop she was teaching at her church this weekend. It sounded interesting, so I readily accepted the invitation. Little did I know that God had a lot of things he wanted to teach me, none of which had to do with writing.
Friday night, my friend coaxed me out into the aisle. "Dance, Birdie!" Her exuberance was contagious, and I'm pretty good at following instructions. Before long I was dancing before the Lord, enthusiastically enjoying the fact that no one knew me and I would never see these people again. While I was enjoying a moment of free expression I realized there was a place in me that was still about 'me'.
Saturday morning, amid the lessons in grammar and technique I began wrestling with something quite familiar—performance anxiety. At some point during the weekend, I would have to read what ever I wrote; it would become my offering to God and the body. My mind began to overflow with fear. What if God refused to inspire me? What if couldn't 'flow' in my gift? Would I fail in front of strangers? There was that ugly place again; that 'me' place that was taking up way too much room.
I left the group for awhile on Saturday afternoon to clear my mind and face facts. It wasn't fear of failure that plagued me, it was ego. It didn't matter what words I scrawled across the pages of the notebook, I decided; what mattered is that the 'me' place be left behind.
John's words to Jesus in the wilderness "I must decrease that you may increase" rang through my heart as I worked my way home through traffic to prepare my artistic effort for the evening offering of worship. A truck carelessly darted in front of me causing my foot to jump to the brake. My annoyance at his thoughtless maneuver vanished as I read the message plastered across his back window; 'It's a God Thang'. I laughed at God's comforting confirmation that he too was looking forward to 'less of me'.
The fear of failure lurks in that 'me' place whispering that God is not big enough. It is the yeast puffing up around our heart encouraging us to over ride Him and 'improve' on the gift.
I typed up my 'offering' fastidiously working at the words, all the while listening as God worked away at 'me'. Perfectionism and excellence are leagues apart, He pointed out. Perfectionism is rooted in fear of failure, and it circles the creative mind like a vulture waiting for the perfect time to dive in, paralyzing it's prey. Excellence however, is rooted in humility and trust. It is the innate desire to bring forth the best offering; it seeks to honor the Giver of the Gift.
That evening I shared the 'images' that I penned Saturday afternoon, allowing them to remain in raw form; imperfect flow, and stodgy prose.
I had two choices to bring before the Lord this weekend; Cain's offering or Able's. Perfection, or excellence; I could feed the 'me' place or slay it on the altar once and for all.
Anyone who knows me knows that I hate speaking with a microphone, but I took it anyway. I was determined to leave the perfectionist behind. It was, I think, the most intentional decision I have ever made and the most liberating moment I can remember.
This morning as the Lord gently awakened me two hours late to fulfill my responsibilities for today, I counted my omer. The offering of choosing to be less; the paths I didn't walk in order to bring—not the perfect offering—but the excellent one.
Like my Offering of Words last night, I am at best nothing more than stodgy prose playing out my life in sequences of imperfect flow. In that, I can dance and it doesn't matter if you can hear the music; you are not my dancing partner.
Hallelu-Yah!
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March 26, 2007 - Monday
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Bi-Dimensional Faith, Is It True?
Current mood:  excited
Category: Religion and Philosophy
I was reading a sort of heady article this evening expounding on some ambiguous philosophical theory when the author remarked one thing that stuck with me. He observed that if you remove the contents of a container and place it on the outside of the container, there is no measurable spatial difference in the contents although something has clearly changed.
His comment struck me as something that is particularly true when it comes to faith. Is faith contained the same as faith expressed?
"Be it unto you according to the measure of your faith…" Yahshua declared this openly—and He said it many times in many different ways. Here's the common denominator; those to whom He spoke such things were always in the midst of taking an action—they were passionately involved in the act of expressing or effusing their faith when everything changed.
So long as their faith remained inside the container—there was no visible change in their situation. The blind man, the lame man, the three lepers, the woman with an issue of blood; all had lived in their distressing circumstances for years. However, there was a quantitative element to their faith prior to the moment they made contact with Yahshua. He pointed it out in each encounter where a miracle occurred. As they moved toward Yahshua, as they pressed in; as they pushed through they experienced the unknown quotient—a Y factor so to speak. The measurable, quantitative faith within them spilled over, and everything changed.
The minute Peter stepped out of the boat he experienced a shift in the physics of the universe. His faith spilled over as his feet met the water; he too experienced that unknown quotient. Everything he knew to be true shifted beneath his feet. Peter allowed his mind to rationalize for just a split second, and as the measure of his faith retreated into the container, he began to sink. The moment when the impossible became possible retreated with his faith. The Y factor didn't change, Peter's measure of faith didn't change—his point of action changed. Again he pushes toward the unknown; in a second burst of effused faith his hand touches Yahshua and once again he rises above the surface of the water into a dimension thought to be impossible to human experience. But as Yahshua said—all things are possible to those who believe.
Yashua plainly states this not as a supposition but as a fact. As He spoke with a man that sought his son's release from a demonic spirit, Yahshua urges him to release his own doubt—'if you only believe'; if you can just overflow the boundaries where you store your faith, this will change. Desperate to experience that promise, the father cries 'oh Lord, help my unbelief'. His measure of faith spills over, and a new, previously obfuscated dimension emerges. For an instant he believes the new reality and it changes the future of his son.
I found myself captured by a few words from a song this morning. The artist sang passionately "I am within my King". It was evident that she was singing from a place that understanding can't take us—with her faith no longer contained, a few well chosen words unveiled a different reality. She discovered the dimension of her King and the meaning of His words "…on that day you will realize that I am in my Father and you are in me, and I am in you."
Do you believe such a place exists? A place where a man can walk on water, and a child can be raised from her death bed—that place where the blind see and the lame walk, where disease does not exist. It's the place where a few fish can feed a multitude, you can wear the same pair of shoes every day for forty years, and they still look like new. It's that place where the sea parts for you and the mountains are removed as you speak. It's the place where the lions can't eat you, the flame can't burn you and your enemies can't touch you. Paul found it. It was the place where the prison couldn't enclose him and the shackles couldn't bind him. In this place, what you believe has the power to change everything.
Yahshua entreated us to pass into this reality through Him. He said 'I am the gate, whoever enters through me will be saved. He will come in and go out and find pasture. The thief comes only to steal, kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life and have it to the full.' John 10: 9-10
'Believe me when I say that I am in the Father and the Father is in me, or at least believe the evidence of the miracles themselves.'
John 14: 11
On that day, you will realize that I am in my Father, and you are in me, and I am in you. John 14: 20
Is your faith bi-dimensional? Go ahead, spill over—cross through the boundaries. He's waiting for you at the gate where all things are possible.
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March 14, 2007 - Wednesday
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So You Want a Promotion
Current mood:  working
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
One of the first rules God handed down addressed the subject of authority--His. 'Thou shalt have no other Gods before me'. There was also the one about honoring your mother and father. These are the first clues that God thinks submitting to authority is an important concept. News Flash--He's correct.
Throughout the bible, the subject of authority is addressed in different ways. Beginning with the concept that God is our ultimate authority, it works it's way down from there: Kingdoms, family structure, the Church, and you will find more than a few verses addressed to the way slaves should respond to authority.
Now if those same verses were written today, 'slaves' might be more appropriately translated to 'employees'. I don't think I'm making too much of a stretch here--financial empires have been built by those who teach how to transform biblical concepts of authority into workplace values.
As a manager of people, it's my job to form a team and create an environment that is conducive to high end productivity. That involves far more than the delegation of tasks. It requires listening, observing, goal setting and sometimes changing the cogs around a little bit so the machine runs smoothly. What amazes me is that in the midst of doing my job, I'm continually confronted by people who think they know how to do my job a thousand times better than I can do it. However, none of them stands above me on the food chain.
I firmly believe in two things--happy people are productive people and unhappy people can be a critical hindrance to everyone around them. I think that God had a plan when he set the guidelines in place for submitting to authority. You see, I think He knew that you'd live longer if you do what the King wants, and that your parents will bless you if you honor them, that you will be a blessing to others if you submit to the leadership of your church, and good things will come your way if you do what your boss asks of you.
Now, He never said you'd burn in hell if you rebel against earthly authority, but he did mention those two paths of curses and blessings that He built into the framework of the universe. If you're not on one, you're on the other. Submitting to earthly authority is definitely a requirement to keeping our feet on that path of blessings.
I frequently hear people complaining about their bosses. What I seldom hear are testimonies from those same people of how God has blessed them with a promotion, or an unexpected raise. Do you think there is correlation between dissatisfaction and lack in the area of workplace blessing? I think there is.
Jesus said that a student is never above their Master. We are students in any environment we find ourselves in; God always places someone above us that we can learn from. When we close our minds to what God wants to teach us, we have stepped off the path of blessing. You may not like the person above you, nor will you always feel appreciated for all the hard work you do. Maybe your lesson is in learning how to handle that in a constructive way. Perhaps the blessing you need is right there at the point of your submission to the lesson at hand.
Successful people learn that submitting to authority is an essential process to team building. The leader of a team submits not only to the authority above them, but to the creative force of the team itself. There really isn't any room for pride involved in that process—control is passé in today's business world. A leader is the one who is willing to sacrifice the most in order to get the job done, and the sacrifice is bilateral and vertical. It must flow with equal determination to both those above you and below.
Not unlike the biblical principals of authority—submit yourselves one to another, the one who is greatest among you is the servant of all.
It's easy to resort to pride when our feathers get ruffled through out the work day. It takes a better person to push that feeling aside to do what is asked—even if we think our own plan would work better. Will insubordination get you noticed? Of course it will, but it will never get you promoted. What is it that really you want, and what are you willing to pay for it?
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February 19, 2007 - Monday
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The Challenge: Crayon Masterpieces
Current mood:  determined
Category: Life
When my grandchildren walk through the door, they surround me on all sides. I am immediately thrust into their circle of unconditional love—hugs, kisses, more hugs. They tell me they love me at least fifty times before they leave. They shower me with crayon masterpieces; tokens of their sentiments to keep me company long after they've gone. They want me to know that I'm special to them and they go to great lengths to make sure I know who I am in their eyes.
Wouldn't it be great if big people could be so uncomplicated? And, if we could hold onto that exuberant passion for a lifetime I wonder what would change? The world is a tough place and we take it far too seriously. Before we know it, our chance to experience the wonders of life with childish exuberance has slipped through our hands, as we make the trade off for more 'important things'.
Last week I met two people who still had the courage to live exuberantly. I knew it right away—because in a moment of distress, ten neighbors had immediately crowded around to help them. They were an elderly couple, returning home from The Cancer Center, where she had just completed a round of chemo. She collapsed on the steps, outside her apartment, unable to get up. There she sat, in the miserable twenty degree weather on the concrete steps, smiling through her pain. They had only lived here six months, but in that short time, they had forged strong friendships.
I watched as those friendships closed in around her—when they decided not to move her until an ambulance arrived, they ran for blankets and formed a huddle to keep her warm. I met her for the first time, as I joined the huddle. She died yesterday afternoon. Her husband wept for a brief moment as he sat in my office this morning making plans to return home to Mississippi. Even in his grief, he was careful to pat me on the back, give me hug as he left my office, and leave me wishing I had known them longer.
How do we live so exuberantly that our life affects others, even if our paths only fleetingly cross? I think we start by examining our trade offs. If we spend too much on the wrong investments, we wind up feeling drained by life. Ask any child how they feel as they give a crayon masterpiece away, or run to hug a grandparent. Kids know how to invest wisely.
The dear gentleman who had just lost his wife, was investing wisely—in the midst of one of the most difficult journeys we ever take in life—he took time out to give a little of himself away; a hug, a smile, a pat on the back. In return, he evoked my compassion and reaped the prayers of a virtual stranger. That's a rich man. He was just doing what came naturally for him; he was using our one fleeting moment together to allow an outsider into his huddle.
What would happen if we began showering the people around us with crayon masterpieces; little actions of love that they'll hang onto, even if our paths just cross for a moment. I wonder what would happen if we stepped away from our fruitless pursuits and exchanged them for meaningful investments; building relationships—inviting the strangers we meet into a warm huddle of exuberant and unconditional love.
Let's make a pact, you and I. This week, let's live with childish exuberance, even if we don't feel like it. Let's watch the children around us more closely and relearn what it's like to love with abandon. Let's intentionally toss our fruitless pursuits to the wind and recklessly pursue the people around us. This week, let's create opportunities to leave a little of ourselves behind in everyone we cross paths with.
1John 4:16 And we have known and believed the love that God hath to us. God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him. KJV
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February 14, 2007 - Wednesday
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Thoughts From the Happy Planet
Category: Life
Okay, I admit it—I'm a joy junkie. I'm so addicted to being happy that those who know me really well, often accuse me of living in a constant state of denial. Now I ask you, what's wrong with that?
I go to great lengths to ensure that my life flows in a steady pace; no drama, no trauma: that's my ultimate rule. If you hand me an empty glass and tell me that you're thirsty—I'll hand it back to you and tell you it's full; your thirst is merely a symptom of your skewed perception. On my planet, what you think is what you get so I think myself happy and it drives everyone around me totally nuts.
Case in point—I casually mentioned to my husband that I lost my wallet today and continued with my normal after work routine. I checked my email, donned my sweats and went to the gym. It never occurred to me to worry about my wallet because I knew exactly where I had been when I last had it. True, I was having a bit of a problem putting my hands on it—but thoughts of canceling my cards and standing in line to get a new driver's license are against the law on the Happy Planet.
Entertaining the thoughts of doing unpleasant things…that's drama, but actually doing them—that's full blown trauma. On the Happy Planet, God has given His angels charge over me…therefore they should recover the wallet providing that it is truly lost. My solution; a ten second breath prayer asking God to reveal the location of my wallet or set angels in motion to retrieve it and place it where it could be easily found. No drama, no trauma and life on the Happy Planet remains blissful—the little matter of the missing wallet is finished in my mind, even though I don't yet have it in my hand.
Now my husband, on the other hand, inhabits a totally different planet—the phrase 'missing wallet' immediately implies that thieves have found it, drained our bank account and left us penniless beggars with no hope of happiness for the remainder of our earthly existence. Total drama—extreme trauma.
As I was exercising off the stress of my work day, and placing any left over negative energy into the capable hands of a massage therapist, my husband was furiously retracing my steps—calling the grocery store, the gas station, fumbling through jacket pockets and tossing couch cushions sure that we were destined for financial ruin via my callous and blatant disregard of 'the normal precautions responsible people follow' to ensure such things never happen.
Well—on my planet, responsible people make mistakes but God grants us mercy and wisdom and occasionally the help of angels to take up the slack. Relying on those supernatural resources, the Queen of the Happy Planet returned home, made one phone call and retrieved the missing wallet—bliss reigns.
Must I relay the ugly details of what followed? The Ruler of the dark and eerie Drama-Trauma realm was not at all pleased with the blissful queen of the Happy Planet. Ruin and financial disaster were not in the plan for my day. My other half had to yet again face my cheerful disposition—otherwise known as 'callous disregard'—admitting that I was right not to sweat the small stuff.
I relay that story, to say this: the cost of maintaining residency on the Happy Planet is high—and hidden. It requires far more discipline to trust God for the goodness of each moment than it does to toss couch cushions and accept disaster. Disasters surely come to each one of us as we travel the paths of life, but God says "I know the plans I have for you; plans to give you a future and hope; to do you good and not evil…"
The days that are life altering…losing people we love, days of financial uncertainty, fighting for health against the odds—those days are on the calendar. The day of tragedy, the day of loss, the day of lack, the day of disappointment, the day of failure, the day of sorrow, the day of illness; they are marked and waiting for us as surely as we breathe. 'Bad' days are allotted to every human being and plenty of days lie ahead that we cannot escape.
The minutes, hours, days, months and years between them are marked for goodness. Those are the days appointed for bliss; and we have the opportunity live them fully and richly as we take the time to acknowledge that on those days we stand, overtaken by the abundance of God's faithful blessings.
For I know the plans I have for you," says the LORD. "They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope. Jer. 29:11 NLT
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