I often read back over blog posts to remind myself of wisdom gleaned and all those moments of living with flair. If ever I feel off-center, like I’ve lost my way, I go back to certain blog posts that reminded me of truth.
This morning, it’s a post from November 2016. As I read it, I realized with joy that the truths written reflect my heart even more than they did two years ago. Enjoy!
When Christian evangelist George Müller spoke to ministers on his 90th birthday, he said this :
“I was converted in November, 1825, but I only came into the full surrender of the heart four years later, in July, 1829. The love of money was gone, the love of place was gone, the love of position was gone, the love of worldly pleasures and engagements was gone. God, God alone became my portion. I found my all in Him; I wanted nothing else. And by the grace of God this has remained, and has made me a happy man, an exceedingly happy man, and it led me to care only about the things of God. I ask affectionately, my beloved brethren, have you fully surrendered the heart to God, or is there this thing or that thing with which you are taken up irrespective of God?. . . The revelation He has made of Himself has become unspeakably blessed to me, and I can say from my heart, God is an infinitely lovely Being. Oh! be not satisfied until in your inmost soul you can say, God is an infinitely lovely Being!”
At 90 years old, a man could say that Jesus made him an exceedingly happy man. At 90 years old, he could insist on the unspeakable blessings of knowing God as an infinitely lovely being.
I know God as holy and powerful and loving and kind. But today I remember his loveliness and how He brings exceeding happiness to a heart fully surrendered to Him.
(read in https://www.ccel.org/ccel/murray/covenants.iii.xxi.html)
In my advanced writing courses, we talk a lot about the right timing for writing. Why this? Why now? Is this the best time to discuss this issue? Why?
I think about my own lesson this morning when I want to address some issues with my teen. I think about my list of motherly “suggestions” about her life and how the drive to high school affords us plenty of time to talk about her life.
Wrong. Wrong! Who wants to discuss existential topics or personal improvement on the way to school when you’re tired? Who needs a discussion about life improvement when the whole day of school stretches before you?
I decide to wait till dinner time. Then, she’ll have the whole evening to unwind about it. Rather than early morning or late evening, a dinner conversation provides right timing. (Besides, by then, what seems like an urgent conversation might just not matter as much).
Right timing: necessary for both of us.
I’m so curious about the phenomenon of losing our concept of time because we’re so involved in some creative process. One of the ways I know I’m striking the right chord in my work is this feeling of losing a sense of time. Normally, I manage every minute of the day; I’m always aware of what time it is, how I’m using my time, how much time I have left, and how I might maximize my remaining time.
But now when I’m in a creative space.
Creativity takes over time. Creativity governs and rules it its own beautiful way.
Maybe, I’m tapping into something of heaven, some timeless, eternal space when I’m creating. It’s so wonderful and so mysterious.
It’s not just writing that rips open a new universe in which time passes in a different manner; it happened today when I was simply arranging photographs of my family from years gone by.
I have no idea where the time went.
Years and years ago, I joined the Grace in Small Things community with the challenge to record 5 things a day I wanted to thank God for. Since today I woke up after not sleeping well, endured the bitter cold on campus, and scraped my car against concrete in the parking garage, I needed the day to turn around fast. So I offer my 5 things:
- I returned home from work in the biting cold wind, only to find many of the neighborhood garbage cans scattered down the street from the wind. Never has a trash day felt so windy and cold, I thought, as I braced myself for the hunt for my bins. And then, as I pull into my driveway, I find my bins tucked neatly against my garage door. Someone saved them and brought them close to the house to avoid the wind. I love this person. Thank you, God for the kindness of people.
- I realized I never thought of what I’d eat for lunch, and then I remembered that I froze a serving of enchiladas for such a day as this. I microwaved them and enjoyed a delicious lunch. Thank you God, for the provision of enchiladas!
- My bread wouldn’t rise in my cold, dry kitchen, but then I learned from bread baking experts how to put a pan of hot water in your oven, warm the oven slightly, turn it off, and then rise the bread right in that warm, moist oven. Thank you, God, for rising yeast, fresh bread, and those who know all the baking tricks.
- I have a bathtub, hot water, and bubbles. I have Christmas pajamas, hot tea, and slippers. I have time between my classes ending and my daughters’ arrival home from school. I will pick one daughter up in my pajamas, I am sure! Thank you, God, for winter’s indoor comforts.
- I have a one-hour live radio interview on a Denver station tonight that came at the last minute. Thank you, God, for the joy of writing books, speaking about You, and radio hosts that ask great questions.
I feel better already.
I miss my daily record of the “5 Things.” Feel free to begin your own this very day!
Lately I’ve been taking very seriously my identity as part of a royal priesthood from 1 Peter 2:9.
Among so many other wonderful duties, priests pronounce blessings. I want to make it part of my daily practice to speak blessings over my children, my husband, my neighbors, and anyone the Lord brings to mind. I can pray that God prospers them, brings them peace, helps them find favor, strengthens them.
I love thinking of myself as someone walking around, pronouncing blessing.
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We’re driving back up north to Pennsylvania, and it’s raining and miserable the whole way. But then, just as I’m wondering about living with flair on a day like today, the landscape suddenly changes.
As the temperature drops in the mountains, the terrible rain has turned every single branch on the trees to glistening icicles. All around us, we drive through a crystal wonderland.
Even the miserable rain can turn into something extraordinary.
I pray that those reading who celebrate Thanksgiving enjoyed a wonderful holiday. We took this picture after my husband ran a Turkey Trot 10K race.
I think of the blessing of family. I also think of the even greater blessing of God’s love poured into our hearts that fills every part.
This morning I read this beautiful sentence:
“Wherever the Lord is, all must go right for his children; His presence is enough.”
Hannah Whitall Smith exhorts us to remember this, to believe it, and to realize it’s happening now.
All must go right. Jesus is here.
This morning, I loved the prayer I receive in my inbox from Prayers Over Our Children. The prayer simply asks that God give our children “abundant resources” to “soothe a grieving world.”
I love thinking of the abundant resources of God both within us from the Holy Spirit and also externally in terms of physical provision we might use to bless others. We carry within us the resources of peace, joy, wisdom, discernment, and faith. Outside of us, we think about the money and possessions God has given us to bless others.
Lord teach us to see and use the abundant resources you give us to soothe others.