The doctor asked me not to drive until after some tests were completed. The tests were expected to take anywhere from two weeks to two months. It wasn’t the doctor’s fault, really. It is a government guideline, but that didn’t help my head much. I gave myself the Peter disease.
UGH!! Not drive? What was she thinking? How would I get to where I needed to go? How would I get to the grocery store or a doctor appointment? I’d have to beg the kids for a ride. I’d have to sell my home and go live in my kids’ basement. What about my car? What would I do with it?
In minutes, I’d worked myself into hysteria. Then I called friends and family and shared the disease. Some of them refused to take it on. They offered calm; they offered rides; they offered compassion… BUT I DIDN’T WANT ANY OF IT! I WANTED TO DRIVE MY OWN SELF IN MY OWN CAR!!!
But I had no choice, or so I thought.
I forgot to remember Peter, who forgot to remember Jesus
Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy-laden and overburdened, and I will cause you to rest. (Matthew 11:28a, AMP)
Prayer – Father, forgive us for forgetting, rePETERly, again and again, what you tell us. Amen
Dare I mention our conversation?? Women speak about 5,000 words per day and men about 2,000. The current thinking is that men just can’t get a word in. Now if men just paid attention when we spoke the first time, women might be able to keep that extra 3,000 to themselves
Spotted in an office: After the coffee break, all staff must empty the coffee pots and stand upside down on the drain board.
In a health food store window: Closed due to sickness.
On a sign: If you can’t read, you can get help at this address.
Overheard: Return my stolen stepladder or further steps will be taken.
News headline: Police now running down jaywalkers.
We faithful tend to be a little gloomy… But the truth is, life is funnier than we allow. Smile and the world smiles with you…
All you saints! Sing your hearts out to God! Thank him to his face! He gets angry once in a while, but across a lifetime there is only love. The nights of crying your eyes out give way to days of laughter.(Psalm 30:4-5, MSG)
Prayer – Father God, help us see the joy in living the life you gave us! Amen
James Bartley (1870–1909) is said to have been swallowed whole by a sperm whale. His ship mates found him a few days later in the stomach of that sperm whale (which, it is said, died of constipation!).
Some say this is impossible but it has happened before…
Now the Lord had prepared and appointed a great fish to swallow up Jonah. And Jonah was in the belly of the fish three days and three nights. (Jonah 1:17, AMP)
Was ‘the great fish’ in the Book of Jonah a whale?
Does it matter?
It does matter that we believe God’s Word for what it is, the truth.
Some people don’t care to believe that Jonah existed, but he is mentioned in 2 kings 14:25 and Jesus spoke of him in Matthew 12:39-41. In short, Jesus said that no sign shall be given but that of Jonah, three days and nights in the belly of a sea monster… and he added that someone (himself) greater than Jonah is here.
Prayer – Lord, we have decided to take you at your word. Just as Jonah was a sign to the Ninevites, so Jesus is the sign to all nations now. Praise his name! Amen
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.
1 Chronicles 4:9-10- And Jabez was more honorable than his brothers, and his mother named him Jabez saying, “Because I bore [him] with pain.” Now Jabez called on the God of Israel, saying, “Oh that Thou wouldst bless me indeed, and enlarge my border, and that Thy hand might be with me, and that Thou wouldst keep [me] from harm, that [it] may not pain me!” And God granted him what he requested. (NASB)
Who wouldn’t want this to be real in their life? I want God to bless me and expand my borders, (unless that border is my dress size). I yearn for God to be with me and keep me from pain. I yearn to get through this heavy grief.
I pondered this tiny prayer, seeking to apply it to my circumstances. Pain. What kind of pain do I want to get away from? Why, me, of course, me and my widowhood! I want to get away from my flesh, the part of me that is not God-like.
Jabez was known as Pain and no doubt lived up to his name. Don’t we all? It’s hard to get free from the stigma of the past. The world watches our label and expects more of the same. When Jabez asked God to keep him from pain, perhaps he too wanted to be free of his label, free to expand beyond being a Pain and free to escape that fleshly part of him that kept him from God.
Maya Angelou is credited with saying- “I’ve learned that even when I have pains I don’t have to be one.” Me too.