Saturday, August 13, 2011

Bye Bye Iron.

My iron of 8 years has died.

Does anyone have an iron they truly love? What are good brands? I'd like to get one that works really well. Hoping I will be more motivated to iron if I have a great tool :)

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Broken Hearted.

It's close to one a.m. I should be sleeping. but I'm not. My heart is heavy. My mind is full. Thinking about the suffering of so many. People dealing with loss. Barrenness. Still birth. Miscarriage. A new diagnosis. A lost job. Lay-offs. Bad economy. Struggles. Doubts. Questions. Family member dying. Unplanned pregnancy. Divorce.

I'm glad God is big enough. He can handle this. All of it. I'm thankful that He sees the big picture because right now. I see a lot of mess and pain and heartache. I know nothing is wasted. Nothing is overlooked or left out. But I don't see it. I'm believing in His Word and am thankful that He says in Isaiah 55:8-9

For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord.
For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.

A friend recently encouraged me with this passage.

Psalm 34:15-18
15 The eyes of the LORD are toward the righteous
and his ears toward their cry.
16 The face of the LORD is against those who do evil,
to cut off the memory of them from the earth.
17 When the righteous cry for help, the LORD hears
and delivers them out of all their troubles.
18The LORD is near to the brokenhearted
and saves the crushed in spirit.

I was also recently reflecting on Psalm 147:1-6

1 Praise the LORD!For it is good to sing praises to our God;
for it is pleasant,[a] and a song of praise is fitting.
2The LORD builds up Jerusalem;
he gathers the outcasts of Israel.
3He heals the brokenhearted
and binds up their wounds.

4He determines the number of the stars;
he gives to all of them their names.
5 Great is our Lord, and abundant in power;
his understanding is beyond measure.
6The LORD lifts up the humble;[b]
he casts the wicked to the ground.

Wow. So God is in the business of binding up wounds and healing broken hearts. Thank God. I turn over all the sorrows I know of to Him. And rest in the fact that He is big enough to handle it. And that He cares infinitely more than I do.

Jesus, Heal these broken hearts. Be close to the crushed spirits I know. Bind up their wounds. Thank you that you know intimately the needs and struggles of your people. I commit them to you. Help me to love those who are suffering and to care for those in need. Thank you that you are faithful and you keep your promises. In your Name, Jesus, I pray. Amen.

Tuesday, August 02, 2011

Sacred in the Ordinary.

-dedicated or set apart for the service or worship of a deity
- worthy of religious veneration : holy
-entitled to reverence and respect

Sacrament: a : a Christian rite (as baptism or the Eucharist) that is believed to have been ordained by Christ and that is held to be a means of divine grace or to be a sign or symbol of a spiritual reality

She looked up at me, her eyes full of compassion and feeling. Her hands full of pastries. "Which one do you want?" Would it be wrong to say all of them, I thought. Yeah, I'm desperate. She passed me a delicious scone. The smell of the frosting close to divine. Mmmm.

I glanced over to see my son in the hospital bed. His hair gone. His face pale. He looked drowsy. The cartoon of choice was on but the sound low.

I sat with my friend and talked. I might have cried. I don't remember. What I do remember was the endearing feelings I have when I think of this friend... being with me and sharing in my suffering. I knew I could be completely myself and real and open. It was a partaking in the sacraments. Instead of bread... I had a scone... Instead of wine... I had coffee. This moment of "breaking bread" and fellowshipping.. was a sweet communion of a strange sort.

Not typical. Not in church. Not traditional. Not true "sacraments". But the presence of God was there... and that changed everything.

The comfort of a friend on a lonely night. Me and my swollen womb (containing my 5th child) and my second born lying on a hospital bed...who was slowly breaking my heart.

The presence of Christ can be felt when I encounter this friend. And it transforms me and changes me and makes me aware of His deep, sweet love for me. Sometimes love that comes from a willingness to bring Panera Bread on a dark and stormy night. And I am reminded...

I am not alone.