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A Day to Remember, A Day to Forget

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I can’t believe it’s May 19th again. That could very well be what my sister is thinking as she adds another candle to her birthday cake. Time flies when you’re having fun, right? What about when you aren’t? The truth is it really doesn’t matter whether you’re having fun or not, there are still 60 seconds in a minute, 60 minutes in an hour, 24 hours in a day, etc. It only seems that it is going faster when you’re having fun.

May 19th has become notorious for me in recent years for a reason apart from my sister’s birthday. This year marks 3 years since my infamous elbow surgery gone bad. It seemed like such a simple procedure at the time, but the results were (and still are) quite complicated. As the days and weeks followed, I slowly came to realize that my life had taken an unexpected turn, at least from my perspective. This new route has been far from fun. Time doesn’t seem to be moving all that fast on this road I’ve been traveling. As I write this I am reminded of the Israelites on their way to the Promised Land. If I remember correctly it took them 40 years to make a journey that should have taken 9 days. That’s quite a disparity! Apparently they weren’t ready to enter the Promised Land quite yet so God took them on a detour. While on that detour He molded and shaped their character to prepare them for their future. Apparently it was a very lengthy process! While wandering in the desert, they moaned, grumbled and complained, grew impatient and were even fearful at times. I’m not so different from the Israelites. Are you?

For as long as I am on this road that I am currently traveling, I vow to remember that there is purpose in it and wanted to remind you that there is purpose in the detours of your life as well. Let us rejoice in that knowledge.

Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope …” Romans 5:3-4 (ESV)

I don’t know how long it might take us to reach our “promised land” but I believe with every part of my being that He will sustain us on His chosen path. Not only sustain us, but also make us look more like Jesus in the process. Our hope is in Him, now and forever. Amen.

 

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Comfort

I will comfort you as a mother comforts her child. You will be comforted in Jerusalem.” (Isaiah 66:13 NIV)

With Mother’s Day upon us I am especially mindful of all those who have a gaping hole in their heart due to the loss of either a mother or a child or perhaps both. If that describes you, I pray that His unfailing love will bring you comfort.

I am blessed to be a mother to two emerging adults and have a mother still walking this earth. I guess I could be described as a mom in the middle. Maybe you fit that description too. There is so much to be said about mothers and their roles that I had a difficult time narrowing down my topic for this Mother’s Day post, but eventually my mind settled on the word comfort. Perhaps the reason is because I have seen that verb in action quite a bit recently on both the receiving end and the giving end.

Nothing made me appreciate my mother more than becoming a mother myself. What a demanding role, yet richly rewarding! As I wrote in a previous post, we WILL have trouble in this world. I have found over the years that when it strikes, my mom is always there to comfort me in the midst of it. Following surgery in 2011, I have experienced an extended period of health trouble and found myself in the ER one day last week after experiencing a new symptom. My mom showed up on my doorstep the next day to deliver some “comfort” in the form of food (and possibly for her own peace of mind).

My daughter has experienced her own set of health troubles over the past few months so I have had ample opportunity to comfort her in the midst of it. I can’t think of anything more heartwrenching than watching your child suffer. It’s an especially helpless feeling when fixing it is beyond your control. I can’t even fathom Mary watching Jesus being crucified. As mothers, we do whatever we can to help and often that includes providing comfort in whatever form that may take.

As I reflect on the word comfort, I am reminded of these verses written by the Apostle Paul to the Corinthians:

Grace and peace to you from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. (1 Corinthians 1:2-4 NIV)

Comfort is a gift from God meant to be shared. Whether someone calls you “Mom” or not, pass that gift on to someone in need.

(Dedicated to my mom for always being there when I need her most – Mother’s Day 2014)

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Perfect Love

loveThe dress, the flowers, the tux. Shoes, hair, etc. Such great lengths young people (and their parents) go to in order to make their high school prom a night to remember. We are in the thick of it at our house this week. It has me pondering young love quite a bit. It takes me back to the time when I was preparing for that special night. At that time It seemed like my prom date/boyfriend was “the one”—my happily ever after. Like the majority of high school romances, that proved to be false over time. I won’t tell you it was easy, but eventually we each moved on. I found “the one” during my senior year of college and we’ll soon be celebrating our 25th anniversary. What I know now and wished I knew 25 years ago is that my husband doesn’t even qualify as “the one.” Now don’t panic, we’re not headed to divorce court. My point is that there is only One who loves me perfectly and completely. His name is Jesus. He is the only One with the capacity to love you perfectly too. We will never find perfect love apart from Christ because everyone else falls short. It can be good, but it won’t be perfect. I could have saved myself quite a bit of heartache had I realized this sooner and not set such unrealistic expectations on Todd. I am a slow learner. Whether you are single and alone, single and dating, a newlywed, or have been married for years, this message is for you.

And may you have the power to understand, as all God’s people should, how wide, how long, how high, and how deep his love is. May you experience the love of Christ, though it is too great to understand fully. Then you will be made complete with all the fullness of life and power that comes from God. (Ephesians 3:18, 19 NLT)

You are loved without condition by your Creator. There is nothing you can do to make Him love you any more, or any less. Receive His love today and celebrate!

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Remember

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My pastor urged the church not to skip from Palm Sunday right to Easter and participate fully in the remembrance of Christ’s last days and subsequent crucifixion during this Holy Week. As it turns out, remembrance became the overarching theme of the week. With my daughter’s senior year of high school winding down, there has been a need to go through all our photo albums searching for pictures for a few projects that are in the works. As I told a number of people, I now have a steady stream of Throwback Thursday pictures to share! With each turn of the page memories flooded my mind from days gone by. Also this week, a friend and mother of another CDH baby posted a link to an article about congenital diaphragmatic hernias that took me back 18 years to a time of waiting and wondering what God had in store for our daughter who was diagnosed with CDH while in the womb. Throw in the movie “God’s Not Dead” and the death of a cousin as well as two powerful church services for Holy Thursday and Good Friday and one might say it has been a week of emotional overload. It seemed at every turn God was telling me to remember.

On Thursday evening we took communion around a table just as the disciples did. And we remembered…

He took some bread and gave thanks to God for it. Then he broke it in pieces and gave it to the disciples, saying, “This is my body, which is given for you. Do this to remember me.” After supper he took another cup of wine and said, “This cup is the new covenant between God and his people—an agreement confirmed with my blood, which is poured out as a sacrifice for you. (Luke 22:19-20 NLT)

On Friday morning I gathered with many relatives to celebrate the life of one of God’s good and faithful servants. And we remembered…

Friday evening was spent reflecting on Jesus’ crucifixion and death. The reading of Scripture was so powerful that in my mind I really could do as the choir sang and “hear the nails, feel the pain.” He subjected Himself to that horrendous death for you and for me. He redeemed us by paying the penalty for our sins–past, present and future—so we could be in relationship with the Father. And we remembered…

On Easter morning, we will arise to the Good News—

The angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay. (Matthew 28:5-6 NIV)

And we remember once more…

The tomb was empty. He is risen indeed! Christ has defeated death. Through faith in Him we, too, can have the last word on death. We won’t get a better offer!

Wishing you a most blessed and joyous Easter!

Dedicated to Beverly Hoover (3/10/39 – 4/16/14) and remembering all loved ones who have passed on to their eternal home.