Friday, March 25, 2011
Now once they get to that certain point you have to be swift in adding the filling ingredients but the expertise of omelet cooking consists in knowing just when the eggs are cohesive enough to flip.
Do it too early and you'll have scrambled eggs.
Too late and you'll have an overcooked breakfast dish.
I tend to err on the side of too early. It looks ready. It seems like it's been on the flame long enough to set up well. Carefully I slide my spatula under, loosening up all the edges and then, spatula and pan in tandem I flip it over......
And I usually end up eating scrambled eggs with cheese instead of a cheese omelet...
God knows how to make an "omelet".
He understands exactly the timing to produce what He is forming - in us.
I am quick to say "I'm ready! Get me off this flame! I've learned what I need to! I'm ready to move on! Your purposes have been accomplished - let's go!"
And then things get scrambled.
If ""For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the LORD" (Isaiah 55:8) why do I think I understand God's timing?
"My times are in your hands; deliver me from my enemies and from those who pursue me." Psalms 31:15 NIV
My watch does not run according to celestial clocks. I want it now and even when I feel I've been patiently waiting my inquiry is like that of a child "Are we there yet?" after mere minutes have passed.
"How about now?"
Two minutes later...
"But He knows the way that I take; When He has tested me, I shall come forth as gold". Job 23:10 NKJV
"Indeed, none who wait for you shall be put to shame" Psalms 25:3 ESV
I had to look up the word "shame" here just to see if it had any connection to the word scrambled...
It didn't but one of the meanings of shame here is "to be disappointed". Those who wait on the Lord will not be disappointed because they waited. Which sounds to me like I won't be settling for scrambled eggs when I was really desiring an omelet..
God is not ignorant of how long things have been going on in our lives. He knows the end game. He sees what it is that He is accomplishing in our souls by where we are in our lives.
God has a plan and a watch and, in His perfect timing, He will accomplish all He is making of you.
And that is His promise.
"And I am sure that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on that day when Christ Jesus comes back again." Phil. 1:6 NLT
Friday, March 18, 2011
sustaining Your light in my life.
As my circumstances vary,
like the forms and vessels of a candle,
may You present enough of Yourself
to sufficiently fill all the space.
May the water of sin and doubt
be absorbed and neutralized
by Your strength.
May the light burn true
or as a solitary flame.
The light is yours O Lord,
my life merely the wick
and if You would see fit, light other wicks from the light I shine in this place for I know
"One candle's glow can light a thousand lamps".
O Lord, be like wax to me...
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Well, not really housework as I have no problem with laundry and vacuuming and dusting but what drives me nuts is the work it takes to even get to the housework!There's the rounding up socks and clothing from every conceivable place in the house (I don't know why laundry chute is so difficult for them to use!) or clearing the floors of books and paper airplanes and miscellanea to even find the carpet to clean!
The mess and disorder are non-stop, empty surfaces are suddenly piled, a cleared dinning table after breakfast has attracted new mountainous mayhem by dinner.
It's all akin to trying to shovel the sidewalk while there's still a blizzard going on!!!
The fact is there is a blizzard going on and it's called a family.
A family that is growing and learning and attempting things. A family that is bringing home more books, new concepts and trying other hobbies and activities. This blizzard is the result of a home full of active people and I need to embrace that for I know that one day I will clear off a table and it will stay clear. One day the only scattered socks may be the ones I dropped on the floor, there will no longer be spilled milk or plates of old pizza discovered deep under the couch after a family movie night...
It's tricky, in the middle of it all, to recognize the gift of being in the middle of it all.
For those in ministry when it takes every available minute and asks for energy beyond your reserves, hear from this one who has been sidelined and is just waiting to be put back into the game, or from my friend who is just dying to have a place to preach again, you are blessed that you are the tool God has in his hand and using for His glory.
For those who tire of every single day getting up and going to the same job, hear from those who have lost the ability to be part of the daily grind...
For us who complain about the soaring gas prices, may there be gratitude that we have a vehicle which needs to be filled.
It has been said we should thank God for dirty dishes for it means there has been food to eat.
May God this day give you eyes to see the flip side of whatever weighs you down. That an older parent to care for is a parent you still have, a mess to clean up is because of the presence of a mess maker, a meal to prepare is because there is money for provisions, and a shared burden is because there is a friend who values you.
Thank you Lord for the blizzards in our lives for we know that You have equipped us for them and are continually by our side through them.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Her beauty came from her uniqueness. None other was constructed such as she. No one else had her combination of mind, experiences, personality, talents, and passions, and no one could make her unique contribution to the world, nor would there ever be one like her, and this made her "bella," beautiful.
She was finding her way in the world when he approached her; suave and debonair, he took her hand and whispered enticements in her ear of parties and popularity and unending fun. If only she would come with him, he would give her a world of pleasure. She raised her hand as he held it, looked squarely into his eyes and said “No.”
It was not much further until she was again approached. His suit was exquisite, his taste impeccable, he dripped money and smelled of success. He held out his hand: “Come with me and you will know what it’s like at the top. You’ll have power and prestige and any and everything your heart desires. I know the way: I’ll take you there.” She’d raised her hand to join his and then changed her gesture to a dismissing wave.
The next came bearing flowers, with a voice like music and a body like a fantasy. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he boldly drew her into him, his breath caressing her face. “Bella, you are beautiful, and I am beautiful. Come, we will have a life of romance, of free expression and unbridled passion. I love you for you are so beautiful, and I will be all you ever need.” She brought her hands up onto his chest, and as he leaned in for the conqueror’s kiss and she pushed him back.
There were others, many others all coming with their enticements and promises. They were smooth. They were enviable. They would sweep any girl off her feet, to join her hand with his and ask that she give over her life to his control--any girl except for her, because as each suitor came her way she need only glance at her hand to remind her that her heart was already spoken for.
She had given her heart to Him, and He had proudly declared to all “This one’s mine!”
She had a ring on her finger, the dress in her closet, and the promise of His coming.
She would maintain her purity as she waited for her Groom, no matter how appealing the suitors, because she was assured that her heart was already spoken for.