Tomorrow marks exactly 2 years since my dad passed away. There is so much I desire to say about what a wonderful dad he was, but I truly believe his goal was to glorify Christ in life or death and not himself. So, instead of focusing on what my dad did on this earth, lets talk about what God did. God is love, He died for you and me so that we might have eternal life, and an abundant life in Him on this earth as we die to ourselves and let Him live through us and seek to know what is on His heart. When we remain in Him and He remains in us then our joy will be complete.
One of my dad’s favorite scriptures was Psalm 1:1-3 “Blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked or stand in the way of sinners or sit in the seat of mockers. But his delight is in the law of the Lord, and on his law he meditates day and night. He is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither. Whatever he does prospers.”
The following is a video of one of my dads favorite songs “In Christ Alone.” Very powerful!
I just got done reading the book “If You Give A Pig A Pancake” with Jack. I love this whole series of Laura Numeroff books and even though Jack is probably tired of me getting one every time we go to the library, I still do it anyway (-;
The book starts out with a little girl giving a pig a pancake, then the pig wants syrup and gets sticky, so she wants a bath and the rubber duck reminds her of the farm where she grew up, so she gets out of the bath and starts packing a bag to go visit her family. While she is packing she finds a pair of tap shoes, so she puts them on and wants to get dressed up and dance to music…. Anyway, you get the idea. So when I was done reading I realized that I am like this pig. It starts off with God revealing something to me or giving me something that will more than likely change my life for the better (which pancakes will do), but then as I go through the day to day I get distracted by a bunch of little things that take me away from what God wanted to give me or show me in the first place. After a couple of months of going in circles, something comes along that reminds me of that thing God revealed to me, so I go back to square one. Ben and I refer to this as “running around the mountain” . I am so glad that just like this little girl is patient with the pig, God is patient with us as we run around the mountain for the fifth time and is willing and ready to move when we finally get it and decide to climb up.
First of all, I love this picture. It just makes me laugh. It was taken at Historic Williamsburg in Virginia when we were living there attending Regent University. Ok, Ben was attending Regent and I was attending Olive Garden University (-: Anyway, when I saw this picture it made me think….I rely on Ben to rescue me (and not just in cheesy pictures). Over the past couple of months Ben has taken several days to be silent. I knew this would be hard for him, but I did not imagine it would be hard for me also! I realized that I ask for his opinion and “expertise” on almost everything…especially spiritual concepts or the Word. I will read something and immediately ask him about the deeper meaning. Of course, on one of his silent days, I really wanted to know what he thought and all he did was look at me and smile (not funny), so I had to dig deeper on my own and guess what…..God revealed His own words to me in a very personal and ah-ha way, like only He can. It was amazing and caused me to see that every time I ask for someone else’s opinion I cut God out of the deal and don’t even give Him the chance to show me the inside scoop on His Word and be the one to truly rescue me.
It seems like more and more people I know are becoming foster parents, so I have been thinking about the process a lot lately. I assume that as foster parents you will never know how long a child will be placed with you since they are awaiting adoption, so I imagine that you will make the most of the time you have and pour as much of yourself and God’s love as you can into them, hoping and praying you make a difference in their life for the better. And then it hit me….. I am a foster parent to my own children! Yes, I labored to get them here, but they never really belonged to me. They are God’s children, and I am a steward over them for the time that they are in my care. So, instead of thinking that I have plenty of time to give into them because they will always be here or pushing them aside for other things that seem to be more pressing, I need to gain the perspective that I am fostering these children for a short time and for someone else….who just happens to be God!