Do you ever watch those makeover shows where they reveal the house bit by bit? That’s one of the ways God reveals his secrets.
He said to them, To you it has been given to [come progressively to] know (to recognize and understand more strongly and clearly) the mysteries and secrets of the kingdom of God, but for others they are in parables, so that, [though] looking, they may not see; and hearing, they may not comprehend.(Luke 8:10, AMP)
But it seems that Jesus couldn’t keep a secret at all!
Jesus answered him, I have spoken openly to the world. I have always taught in a synagogue and in the temple [area], where the Jews [habitually] congregate (assemble); and I have spoken nothing secretly. (John 18:20, AMP)
I just read some articles about dementia. Guess what; the sufferers described how their friendships had changed.
“It’s not catching,” said one man. “I can still hold a conversation, but my friends don’t come around like they used to.”
I had the very same experience when my husband died. People who we’d known for decades, simply disappeared. No cards, no letters no phone calls, no contact at all.
What is friendship anyway?
The dictionary defines it this way: Friendship is a mutual feeling of trust and affection and the behavior that typify relationships between friends. Friendship is a relationship between people, organizations, or countries that is characterized by mutual assistance, approval, and support.
So I guess those disappearing ‘friends’ were never our friends to begin with. Honestly, I wish they’d let me know sooner…
Thankfully, we can have a better kind of friendship.
The amazing grace of the Master, Jesus Christ, the extravagant love of God, the intimate friendship of the Holy Spirit, be with all of you. (2 Corinthians 13:14, MSG)
Of course, than we have to be his friend too.
Prayer – Father, help us be caring friends, especially during hard times. Amen
The Auberge MacDonald Guest Inn in Iroquois Falls, ON, displays these thoughts prominently on their wall.
To Our Guests
In ancient times there was a prayer for ‘The Stranger within Our Gates.”
Because this hotel is a human institution to serve people, and not solely a for profit organization, we strive to ensure you will experience peace and rest while you are here.
May this room and this hotel be your “second” home. May those you love be near you in thoughts and dreams. Even though we may not get to know you, we hope that you will be as comfortable and happy as if you were in your own house.
May the business that brought you our way prosper. May every call you make and every message you receive add to your joy. When you leave, may your journey be safe.
We are all travelers. From “birth till death” we travel between the eternities. May these days be pleasant for you, profitable for society, helpful for those you meet, and a joy to those who know and love you best.
Having stayed there, I can tell you that is exactly what they did. Now wouldn’t it be grand if we could add a version of this to our front hall wall? It might go something like this.
We pray you experience peace and rest while you are here. We hope that you will be as comfortable and happy as if you were in your own house. May you experience the presence of Jesus here and when you leave, may your journey be safe.
After all, there is Biblical precedent for entertaining.
Romans 12:13-Contribute to the needs of the saints and seek to show hospitality (ESV).
Hebrews 13:2-Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unaware (ESV).
1 Peter 4:9– Show hospitality to one another without grumbling (ESV).
Prayer: Lord, when our house isn’t the tidy, expensive or fancy version we’d like to present to the world, help us remember that isn’t what you are aiming for at all. In Christ’s name. Amen.
Every author wonders if readers will get the message. Pure joy floods our heart when they do…
My Dear Friend Lynn just read Meeting Myself, Snippetsfrom a BInging and Bulging Mind. Here are her thoughts. I’d love to read yours as well.
Hey Lady!!! Read your amazing book, cover to cover when I got home and have been trying since then to find a way to express my multitude of emotions. First I want to tell you how brave I think you are to be willing to share your journey. My heart aches for the child you were and the adult that you became as a result of the abuse you suffered. I cannot imagine the strength it took for you to survive the pain you must have felt. I remain in awe of your faith and the courage it must have taken to let go of your pain and anger. The testimony this book provides must surely be a blessing to everyone who has the privilege to read it. Thank you for sharing it with me.
As you might expect, Valentine’s Day is not everyone’s favorite holiday. This, my first year without Ron loomed ahead as insurmountable.
Then Diane suggested we spend the evening together. Barb offered to cook us a ‘simple’ dinner at her home. So we ‘aloners’ gathered together for spectacular food, endearing memories, hysterical laughter and deepening friendships.
We even gave ourselves a name, The Annabells. This stems from Anna who worshipped in the temple after her husband passed and from our intention to live our lives with joy.
And I want to thank others who cared enough to send Valentine hugs, cards and kind wishes my way.
Yes, Valentine’s Day was different this year; but friends and loved ones made it good just the same…
Anxiety used to constantly wrack my body. I worried over everything from kids, to jobs, finances, and eating disorders. I bought a ‘worry bird.’ You were supposed to rub this purple glass bird thing and it took away your fear. I did but it didn’t.
When I asked Christ into my life, I purposely decided not to fear anything, but instead to fear and reverence only him.
I just found this interesting verse.
Isaiah 24:18- And it shall come to pass, that he who fleeth from the noise of the fear shall fall into the pit (KJ). What on earth is the ‘noise of fear?’
Noise is defined as unpleasant sound, an outcry, a complaint, a rumour, or meaningless data.
Fear is described as a feeling of anxiety, a frightening thought, or worry.
Apparently, the noise of fear is nothing but worry over meaningless data. According to this verse, many of us run from it and then fall into a big hole, a pit. That’s pit-iful.
I’ve lived in lots of pits. New opportunities present themselves every day. Right now, it’s widowhood.
Some might even tell you that I did live in a pit ….…..for a little while.
But I didn’t stay there and you don’t have to stay there either. No matter what your pit, God offers a rescue plan. Just reach up and he will grab you, lift you out and put your feet on solid ground. How do I know that? God said so and I’ve experienced it.
Psalm 40:2- He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand (NIV).
Prayer- Father God, thank you that your plan for us is better than any we hatch up on our own. Give us the courage to grab onto what ever you give us, by grabbing onto you. In Jesus’ Name. Amen
Posted this on her face book page…Worth memorizing and keeping close to your heart..
Lord, give me the strength to lift my head,
the courage to lift my heart,
the joy to lift my spirits,
and the confidence to lift my eyes
and see you rising and shining in me.”
– from Rise and Shine
Because of a water tank episode, almost all the flooring in my house is being replaced. That sounds lovely doesn’t it. Who wouldn’t want to have new flooring, new desk,new colours, even a new wall paper boarder? Me, that is who.
I sat in the decorating place, picked out the colours and burst into tears because nothing will look like it did when Ron was here. The sales lady cried too. She just lost her mom and so we blubbered in the store together.
All of the fixing started December 27 and day by day my living space gets smaller. First of all the china cabinet contents exploded onto every flat surface. The china cabinet itself sits in front of the living room window. By last night, the TV was unseeable and all the chairs too cluttered to sit on. Stuff surrounds my bed. I have one tiny walking path which I dare not use without a light of some kind.
Do you see what I mean? My house looks as bad as I feel. But there is that one little path through, and that one glimmer of hope and light and that one hand to hold. So Christ and I move through together toward healed house and healed heart.
I didn’t want to….I couldn’t make myself do it….too busy crying from the minute it arrived at my house.
What’s that? Didn’t want to read my own new book? Cared not to see the words in actual print? No. Read it 100 times while writing, editing, preparing for book launch.
Worked myself into a frenzy of grief from 2:00 when it arrived, till 7:20 pm…..ate plenty to ‘comfort’ my heart. Here is news again for all…your drug of choice does not make your heart happy….
Anyway, finally at 7:20 common sense reared its pretty little head once more —-because the icecream was all gone—-and I picked up the book and opened to the dedication page.
For Ron, who walked with me every step of the way.
Ron read Meeting Myself: Snippets from a binging and bulging mind. Then I sent it into the Word Alive Press contest last summer. He died shortly after that and then a week or so later I got the winning news.
And the thought came to me that Ron knew that his job was done here. He’d seen me safely into healing and completeness. He knew that I knew that God has made all things in me well. He knew that bulimia and its related attacks had no more power over me. He knew I had the strength to carry on because I’d found the Christ, the truth of all life.
And then I realized that I’d better live like it…….