Friday, May 18, 2012

Little Bird Where is Your Home

There's a little bird that keeps trying to get into our house.  She sits on the edge of the door screen peering in and pecking for the glass siding door to open.  When the screen in closed completely, she tries to get in through the side window.    (She's hard to see in this picture -- she's right below the handle.)

  • What she is seeing as she looks in that looks for appealing? 
  • Doesn't she see the smudges on the window left from our 6 grandchildren or the dirt I have not washed off?
  • Where does she think she is going and what is she going to do once she gets there?
  • Doesn't she know how many dangers are in this house and that she could not survive?
Yet day after day she comes and tries to get in. 
She flies by the window, into the window, sits of edge of the screen, sits on the handle, flies back and walks around the chair near the door like she's figuring out a new plan on how to get in.

The birdfeeder is 4 feet from her.  Beautiful fruit trees abound in our yard.  Green grass with black dirt and slimy worms are abundant.  The sun shines its warm on the earth and the evergreens protect from the wind.  What home could be better for this little bird.  Peace, protection, deliverance are hers and she should be content.

Perhaps she is curious.  Perhaps she is rebellious. Perhaps she is crazy. 

What do you think?

Help me write the end of this story......

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

The Right and Wrong Kind of Company

Someone came to visit last weekend.  They had been hanging around for some time wanting to visit and they knew when the time was right to come in.

I could easily excuse his visit; saying I was overtired, or my neck and shoulders are full of pain, or I've been overly busy every weekend with events and people.  I could justify his visit and make it seem right; but the truth is I opened the door and let Selfishness in. 

Just like  a two year old having a temper tantrum to get his way, selfishness came in and took over.  I wanted my way.  I wanted control.  I wanted the script to read my way.  I, I, I.  It's all about me!   Selfishness looks through only one lens; mine.  Selfishness pulled up old mindsets.  They resurfaced like shells washed up on the ocean, ones I thought had been washed away; but they were there, and they brought along a friend.

Guilt is a best friend of selfishness.  He comes in and says "you are ugly' you are not worthy, and you have no value - but haha, you invited us in and we want to stay."  Guilt wants to hug me and bring his cousin Shame along to have a party.  Shame is dancing around, it's getting dark.  They want to keep the party going until Destruction comes.

"I DON'T WANT TO DANCE!"  I shout.

There is another visitor at my door.  His voice is tender but His knock is persistant.  I open the door and welcome Forgiveness.  Forgiveness is the opposite of my other guest.  Forgiveness gently instructs and takes my hand and leads me to the path of light.  He gives healing words to say to the ones me and selfishness have hurt.  He turns me on the path to healing.  He brings along his friend called Grace.

Grace holds me. Grace lets me cry.  Grace reminds me I am loved, I am worth it, I am valuable.  Grace calls my name.  The sound of Grace and the touch of Grace brings back Joy.  Without realizing it, I had let Joy take a vacation.  Joy came back.  Joy said, "let's dance".  We danced and Praise came along.   We danced some more and Freedom joined us.  This dance is going to go on and on. 

Blessed are the people who know the passwords of praise,
who shout on parade in the bright presence of God.
Delighted, they dance all day long; they know
who you are, what you do—they can't keep it quiet!
Your vibrant beauty has gotten inside us—
you've been so good to us! We're walking on air!
All we are and have we owe to God,
Holy God of Israel, our King!   [From Psalm 89]

Grace Has Called My Name  by Kathryn Scott

Peace as elusive as a shadow dancing on the wall
life swallowed by the pain of yesterday;
Left broken by the shame of things that I had done,
No freedom from the choices that I’d made;

But with one touch You made me clean;
You met me in my deepest need.

Grace has called my name,
when all that I had left were just filthy stains;
Grace has called my name;
when hope had all but faded far away,
Grace called my name.

Wounded by words that left their mark upon my soul,
dreams overturned by empty promises;
Well intentioned things I’d heard a million times before
just left my heart to grieve alone again;

But with one touch You set me free;
You met me in my deepest need.

Monday, May 7, 2012

Wildflowers .... beautiful & full

Looking for a refreshing and uplifting novel?  "Wildflowers from Winter" by Katie Ganshert is just that and more.  This is a book you will not want to put down!  Everyday I looked forward to my break time so I could rejoin the characters Bethany and Evan in their everyday simple yet complicated lives.  This is both passionate and powerful yet so true to heart.  I know people on the same roads that are trying to heal from their past, have shut off their hearts to a God who wants to love them deeply, and finally seeing the wildflowers bloom to bring beauty and joy to their worlds.  The characters develop throughout the book and it's real life and real questions and real responses. I did guess how it would end but in no way did I want to miss any chapters but I couldn't wait to be right there enjoying the new found freedom and faith with the characters I'd grown to love!  This book will have you smiling and close to tears.  

This is the debut novel from the author and I can't wait for the next book. 

I received this Advanced Reading Copy for free from Waterbrook Press.