MM Meditation - Obedient Sea

Mark 4


35 On the same day, when evening had come, He said to them, “Let us cross over to the other side.” 36 Now when they had left the multitude, they took Him along in the boat as He was. And other little boats were also with Him. 37 And a great windstorm arose, and the waves beat into the boat, so that it was already filling. 38 But He was in the stern, asleep on a pillow. And they awoke Him and said to Him, “Teacher, do You not care that we are perishing?”



39 Then He arose and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, “Peace, be still!” And the wind ceased and there was a great calm. 40 But He said to them, “Why are you so fearful? How is it that you have no faith?” 41 And they feared exceedingly, and said to one another, “Who can this be, that even the wind and the sea obey Him!”
The disciples were right in a few things.  They were “following” the Lord.  Others sought the Lord for curiosity’s sake, for entertainment, for contempt, but the disciples had fledgling faith. They also knew to go to Him in their troubles. That can be commendable.

Mark’s account gives us the most vivid details, describing how the waves were filling the boat. The thought that stayed with me was in verse 38, that our Savior was “asleep on a pillow”. I can’t imagine a pillow being a usual item packed in a fishing boat. Was it a makeshift pillow of fisherman’s garments and nets, or was it a pillow He brought just for the occasion?

But, He was sound asleep on a pillow.

When His follower’s come to Him and beg for intervention it seems accusatory.

"Do you not care that we are perishing?"

Don’t we often accuse the Lord the same when in trials and tribulations? “Don’t you care Lord? Don’t you know how I am suffering? Why won’t you do anything about this?” Our self-pity convinces us that the Lord has forgotten us and has left us to disaster, but in truth we are too full of ourselves and not enough of the Lord to see what He is performing in our lives. If he doesn't answer our prayers in our way and in our time, we falsely accuse Him.

Although the elements were obeying His command to cause turmoil, the Lord rebukes the wind and tells the sea to be still in reaction to the disciples unbelief.  To the men who were not obeying His prior call to faith He asks, “Why are you so fearful? How is it that you have no faith?” He had just expounded to them the parables of the soils and  the mustard seed.
When the Lord calmed the sea, the men marveled and showed their ignorance, “Who can this be, that even the wind and the sea obey Him!”

Don’t we also show our ignorance when we cry out to the Lord and are surprised how He answers?
The surprise is because we don’t understand the eternal view, and neither did the disciples. Yes, the Lord controls the wave and the sea. He heard their impassioned pleas and He acted to answer. But, their lack of faith and understanding of the Man goes so deep.

Not only did He calm the storm, HE CAUSED IT.

Psalm 107:23- 25, "Those who go down to the sea in ships, Who do business on great waters, They see the works of the LORD, And His wonders in the deep. For He commands and raises the stormy wind, Which lifts up the waves of the sea."
Was His command only to the billowing waves, or was it for our hearts’ benefit as well?

Peace, be still!

Peace, siopao, be silent,  and be still, phimoo, hold mouth as with a muzzle.

Or, as we would tell little children, “be quiet and stay quiet!”

He wanted the disciples to understand that He was in control and they didn’t need to fret.
They should have marveled that He caused the billowing waves to perfect their faith.  They should have prayed in faith and  stood in that sinking boat, their eyes fixed on Him, allowing Him to sleep, and believing that He would calm the waves. If they had exercised faith, would their faith have calmed the storm and not the command of the One they accused of not caring? We can only speculate, but we do know this - The Lord needs us to understand the waves in our lives.


We must worship Him when He causes the storm, trusting what He causes or allows in our lives.

We must worship Him while we are enduring the storm, knowing that He cares.

We must worship Him when the storm is calmed, giving Him glory for what He brought us through.


As we understand the waves with our mustard-seed faith,we should be able to lay our heads on a pillow and sleep through the storms of life, just like the Lord.

Sweet dreams, friends.

The Lord Works at Target

Sometimes the Lord speaks in a loud voice.  As the Scriptures speak to us, we clearly hear His guidance and direction.  There is no doubt in our minds.

Sometimes He speaks in a quiet whisper.  Something spiritual we have stored up in the treasurehouse of our hearts, rekindles and whispers its message back to us.

In the Scriptures the Lord spoke through the wind, through a donkey and even has claimed if we won't praise His Name the rocks and stones will cry out.

Yesterday, He spoke to me through a Target cashier.

I was shopping for....um...things I don't want to buy when children are around, or anybody else, for that matter.  They are private articles of clothing I am even too embarrassed to mention.

Friday morning seemed to be a good time to lurk in that aisle of humiliation and shop alone.

But I wasn't alone.  A teenage girl and her pimply boyfriend were in shopping for the same articles of clothing, but they weren't embarrassed. 

"They should be embarrassed," I kept fuming to myself, as I strategically tried to be wherever they weren't.  I didn't want to know what they were buying, I certainly didn't want them to know what I was buying.

He was standing with his hands in his shorts, another mannerism I don't understand in teenage boys, and they weren't in a hurry to make their selection.

I found myself wanting to say something sarcastically convicting like, "How long have you been married?"

Instead, I fumed in my heart and despised the bold ways of this wicked generation.  I am always appalled at the sins of this generation that are flaunted in my face daily.  Things that we didn't dare speak of, teens practice in public.

When I checked out, I unloaded to the cashier, a friendly woman my age I often choose.

"I finally figured out why I hate buying these things," I began my rally while she scanned my items.  "I can't stand being in there and watching teenage girls bring their boyfriends into that department to help them buy stuff.  It just makes me uncomfortable.  It makess me want to take their pictures and show their parents what their kids were doing that day!"

When I took a breath in justification,  she interjected with a soft smile, "Their parents probably don't care.  That's probably why they are doing those types of things."

"Yea, you're right," I added, basking in her agreement of my mortification. "It was just disgusting.  This kid is back there with his hands in his pants, helping her pick out things.  It was just gross."

She continued feeding my fire, her soft smile accenting the truth, "In fact, I know it is because their parents aren't spending time with them or taking them to church or anything like that."

"I know! I agree.  Their mothers probably don't care."

"You know," she continued, still  tapping with her  rod of gentleness, "we really need to pray for them."

I looked her full in the face.  I knew I had been rebuked by the Lord.  Rebuked in a quiet, gentle way, one that so tenderly replaced my thoughts with His.

My sail was no longer filled with the winds of righteous indignation. I asked, "Are you a Born-Again Christian, too?"

"Yes, I am. I just love Jesus so much!"  With His name on her lips, her faced glowed with something I surmised was the Shekinah glory.

"You were right to remind me to pray," I admitted spiritual defeat.  "I was offended and didn't even think to pray."
"They really need prayer, all these people.  They need prayer and they need Jesus."

"I know, and I needed to be reminded.  Thank you for the great word, sister.  I appreciate the encouragement."

One humble servant of the Lord, a cashier at Target, spoke to me with the voice of the Lord, humbled me and brought me back to the matter at hand.  I viewed them only as wicked teenagers, I should have viewed them as lost souls that needed to be saved.  I should have prayed.  I should have given them a Gospel tract.  I should have invited them to a Bible study.  I should have done anything other than what I did, condemn them.

We know and love John 3:16.  Sometimes I forget the verse right after that.

"God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved."

As I walked away, rejoicing that the Lord loves me enough to intervene in my life, and prayed for the teenagers I had condemned.

I wondered if  Heaven was watching the activity between two Christians, who don't even know each other by name, but had a few moments of spiritual fellowship that impacted each of their days.  For those few moments our hearts were bound together in worship and praise for Jesus, and a desire for souls to be saved.

All because, today, God spoke to me through a Target cashier.

I Shoulda'- Coulda' Had the French Fries!

I was trying to make a healthier choice

when eating at McDonalds with my hubby a few weeks back.

I stood strong and didn't order a Big Mac.

I didn't order French Fries.

I was good.  I ordered a salad.

After I doused my salad with Ranch dressing I read the package.

Notice the words-

"All Natural."

It's supposed to make you think it is good for you.

I felt betrayed.

I felt angry.

Ranch Dressing:

Calories 170
Fat Calories 130
Total Fat 15g
Saturated Fat 2.5g
Trans Fat 0g
Cholesterol 20mg
Sodium 530mg
Total Carb 9g
Sugars 4g
Protein 1g
All Natural ingredients: Water, Soybean Oil, corn syrup solids, buttermilk, distilled vinegar, egg yolks, salt, sugar…...

Southwest Dressing:

1 pouch has 100 calories

Fat calories 50
Total Fat 6g
Sat Fat 1 g
Trans Fat 0g
Cholesterol 20mg
Sodium 340 mg
Total Carb 11g
Sugars 3g
All Natural Ingredients: Water, corn syrup solids, soybean oil, distilled vinegar, egg yolks, corn vinegar, corn starch, whey salt……

Ouch.  With all the corn syrup solids, shoulda'-coulda' just eaten some candy. 


1 small fry McDonald's fry:
Total Fat 11g
Sat. Fat 1 g
Trans Fat 0g
Cholesterol 0g
Sodium 161 mg
Total Carb 28 g
Sugar 0g
Protein 3g
Vitamin C  9%
Iron  3%

I coulda' had the French fries?  What was I thinkin'?  I was thinkin' I could trust a famous man like Paul Newman who labeled his dressing as natural.  I guess corn syrup is natural, but it isn't healthy.  A little bit of deception, doncha' think?

My husband taught me a cool dieter's trick - you dip the fork in the dressing, then stab some salad onto the fork, then insert into your mouth.  You get the flavor, but use way less dressing.  Next time I ordered a salad, I tried it and it worked well.

Anybody else know any good dieter's tips for eating at restaurants or at home?

Next time, I don't want to be cheated healthwise, knowing for the fat and the calories I consumed, I coulda' had a candy bar and a French fry instead.

Shoulda'-Coulda'!

A Pilgrimage in Pain

A few weeks ago, my husband fulfilled a painful journey he had planned in his heart for several months.

We brought along our company from North Dakota,

Tom and Janet.

He typed the address in the GPS and drove through  highways and byways.

We arrived.

We ordered.

We agonized.

The words on this plaque barely begins to bring the homage due these officers.

This is the coffee shop where four officers lost their lives

 in a calculated killing the day after Thanksgiving.

The other two  offers were shot on duty shortly after that.

Timothy Brenton was shot while sitting in his police car.

Kent Mundell was ambushed during a domestic call and died in the hospital.

Since then, we have had several area officers shot at,

run over,

injured.

The men and women who make the streets safe for us,

are not safe on the streets.

It was hard to enjoy the coffee, but we wanted to see, to experience.

We don't want to forget these officers, we don't want to take lightly their sacrifice.

They left behind grieving spouses, young children,  stunted police forces.

They were killed by the kind of people they dedicated their lives to helping.

Their deaths seem so pointless and  agonizing to the world.

We long for good to come of the situation,

and we will be slightly pacified by the funds gathered for families,

the few physical commemorative markings,

the legislative changes that may come about.

But, only slightly.

We just can't get over the brutality, the senselessness.

Agony comes because death is forever.

You crossover that threshold, never to return.

We cannot let the deaths be in vain.

We need to honor officers of the law, called ministers of God in the Romans 13:4

  "A revenger to execute wrath upon those that do evil."

We need to pray for the families and the police forces impacted by their deaths.

We don't want the death of the officers to be in vain.

Their deaths reminded me of another death,

a Man who also died

 at the hands of those He came to serve.

A man who came out of love,

and was crucified out of hatred.

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We cannot let the death of the Savior to be in vain.

Have you accepted His death as payment for your sins?

JOY Filled the Empty Chair

Since I was 12,  I wanted six kids.

 I started saving my toys,

without hardly playing with them,

for my six kids.

I had five kids in 8 1/2 years.

I was off to a good start.

But, no number six.

For years I waited.

The five chairs on the sides of the table were awkward.

Two on one side,

three on another.

I was bothered by more than just the lack of symmetry.

I knew someone was missing.

I waited and trusted the Lord.

I rejoiced when my friends had babies.

I held them and loved them,

my salty tears flavoring my kisses.

Barreness is noticed
when a young couple gets married and isn't blessed with children.

Who would believe someone blessed with five children

 could agonize over her barren womb?

So, I rarely spoke of the agony of my empty arms.

I trusted and waited.

I asked the Lord to fill my arms or empty the longing from my heart.

At 38, when I had resigned myself to being done,

we discovered we were pregnant.

I was old, I was tired,

but my desire was fulfilled,

with the birth of Rebekah Joy.

Little did I understand God's plan.

I always called Beka

"My Company in My Old Age,"

but I never really understood the impact of the timing.

Through the years of cancer, this little one has given us extra reason

to rise each morning with the excitement a toddler brings,

to smile through the pain,

to laugh when we wanted to cry,

to give her the same happy childhood the others had.

My other five are wonderful and support me in the ways older children can.

They clean, they cook, they ask me how I am doing.

They pray for me.

They encourage me.

They love me.

I am so blessed by my older children.

But, our little Beka Boo?

She brings the joy we all need,

with her smiles,

laughter,

dress-ups,

plays,

songs and

love letters.

She fills more than just that extra chair around the dining room table.

Bind Us Together

I am one who likes to be organized.

Actually, I love to be organized.

I don't function well when things are not organized.

I like to know where things are

and where they go when I am done with them.

I long for my family to have that same passion.

They don't, yet.

My organizational system has to be easy enough for the rest of the family,

who doesn't obssess over organization,

(I just LOVE that word - organization)

to utilize.

I had several different binders in the cupboard,

mismatched,

poorly labeled,

unproductive.

I saw a blog with this cute idea,

matching, scrapbooked binders.

If you are the blogger who posted this idea, please leave your link below.

I totally gapped out who inspired me and I would love to give you credit!

I made a mistake in buying binders from Target

 in their new bulk section in the back of the store 6/$7.

These two weren't even used.

I checked the four I had completed,

and they were cracked already.

I knew when I bought them they were cheap and wouldn't last long.

I expected them to last longer than a week.

I brought them back and back individual, more expensive binders.

Grrr.

I love saving money as much as I love organizing.

Completed binders in cupboard.

Got rid of about ten unused cookbooks in the process.

Yea!  Declutter!

*Amazing Grace and Jon both love to cook.  They each have a binder for the recipes they have collected from other people and from magazines.

*Low Iodine - has the guidelines and recipes to follow the diet I need to utilize as part of the thyroid cancer treatment.

*Meal Planning - a work in progress where I am listing all types of meals I can make from each type of meat, salads, side dishes, breads, soups for quick inspirational reference

-have included various articles about menu planning, nutritional values, etc.
-one section for those magazine pages I have ripped out with recipes I want to try

*Christmas - contains lists of who we send and receive Christmas cards from each year and recipes for all our traditional goodies.  Recipes easily get lost in my house, so I copied every Christmas recipe over in red and green fine tipped markers on index cards and keep in clear pages with slots. 

*Household - one tab for the ongoing Case of the Leaky Dishwasher, one for doctors/dentists, one for garbage/recycle/yardwaste brochures, one for Honey Do projects, one for long-term projects

*Addresses - we have address listings for the church we attend, along with the directories from three other churches we have attended

Each binder is a work in progress and will be improved as we use it.  For now, I just get excited everytime we open the door and see the red and white goodness gleaming from that top shelf. 

 

 

This project SHOULD bind us together with cords of organization that cannot be broken.

 

What are YOU working on to organize your life?

Truly Romantic

We celebrated Valentine's Day in our usual way, with the family gathered in the living room with the youngest child, Rebekah, passing out the messages of love from our special box.

In the early years, we made the traditional Valentine's box embellished with  hearts, glitter and stickers by the kids. About five years ago, I went for the idea of creating a lifetime family tradition - having a box we used year after year.  I decorate for this holiday and leave all the adorable hearts up for two more weeks, when we celebrate our wedding anniversary.

My husband fulfilled all my romantic ideals by buying flowers for me on Friday, so I  could enjoy them all weekend.

                                

But, on Valentine's Day, it wasn't that flowers that proved his love for me.  They were a beautiful reminder, and I was very appreciative.  Their sight and smell speak to me each time I walk by them.  I realized, though, that even if he hadn't purchased me the traditional dozen red long-stemmed roses, I would have still felt his powerful love for me.

I have learned to see his love in a million different ways throughout the week.

He has cooked for me almost every evening of my low-iodine diet.

He send me love messages during the day by email or by IM.

He senses my moods and acts accordingly to what I need - hugs, alone time, listening or talking.

He reads my blogs and says often, "This is the best one yet!"

He fathers the kids in a way that makes me love him more.

He reads his Bible so he can lead us in the paths of righteousness.

He prays for me.

He looks at me and I just know I am cherished.

The roses are a beautiful affirmation of what he daily proves, not a guilty purchase to make up for a day, a week, a month or a year of bad behavior.  They are never a guilt offering, they are a love offering.

But, it was this present that made me feel the most loved.

                                               

When one of crazy little monkeys had a sudden onslought of the stomach flu, and threw up all the way to the bathroom and all over the bathroom, he wiped it up.

Never in my wildest imagination, as a single woman longing for that Prince to sweep me off my feet, did I imagine wiping up vomit would be a qualitication for the Perfect Man.  My hubby even has held the bedpan for me as I puked my way through several hospital visits for cancer.

Single women - take note.  Can you imagine the guy you have your eye on wiping up vomit?  Hmmmm....maybe you should keep looking.

There is no wistful daisy-petal-pulling in my world - I only have to use one line from the poem.

He loves me.
He loves me.
He loves me.
He loves me.

And I love him, too.

Thank you for a special Valentine's weekend, honey!

In case you were wondering how I got that picture of the roses.

Guess I can never yell at the kids for standing on the dining room table again.

So, I'm starting a new week  focusing on the love my husband and I have for each other in the Lord.

Ecclesiastes 4:12, "Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken."

That's all I need to  pull me through another Monday and another week, ready and willing to accept whatever the week brings - a cord of three.

(Pop over to visit Nan on Making Your Home Sing Monday to see what other moms are doing to start the week off right.)