Wednesday, September 26, 2012

His All-Sufficient Grace...

There are days I wake ready to tackle the to-do list… seize the day and all that…

And then there are days I wake and wish I could crawl back in to my nice warm bed for a while longer. 

I’m worn out and tired and overwhelmed… I feel so inadequate and ill-prepared…

And I think somehow I have to snap out of it, pull myself up by my bootstraps and keep on keepin’ on.

But really, I can’t do it all on my own. 

And for these days, for the days that I feel so completely inadequate, and all the days in between really, my Jesus is more than enough.

2 Corinthians 12:9
But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness."

How easily I forgot these profound words that carry with them a wonderful gift – His abundant gift of grace… walking daily in His grace means I know I can’t possibly handle everything that gets thrown my way but I know HE can.

His strength is infinitely greater than my own. His grace is abundantly sufficient, more than enough, overflowing…

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Sunday, September 23, 2012

A New Day Dawning...

"The sun comes up, it's a new day dawning
It's time to sing Your song again
Whatever may pass, and whatever lies before me
Let me be singing when the evening comes"

Have I mentioned that I LOVE Sundays? Because I do, I really, really do.

The quiet morning spent listening to truthful words and a lazy afternoon snuggled with the hubby. 

Dinner in the crock pot and soup (for this week’s lunches) bubbling on the stove.

The crisp fall air and filtered rays of sunshine peaking in the windows.

Some days the Lord just sets a beautiful time in front of you to enjoy, and that I will.

Thursday, September 20, 2012


An absolutely wonderful teacher (Mrs. Bonnie Thomas) gave me this beautiful story while I was studying at Ravencrest Chalet. These words have been an encouragement when I feel I am stumbling through a seemingly solo concerto and need to be reminded that my journey is instead a symphony - a piece fit for an orchestra - scored for a collection of instruments, not simply my own.

When I was staying in a hotel in Norway, a little girl was among the families staying as guests. She was obviously only a beginner in playing the piano, but she insisted on practicing in the drawing room whenever she chose. She played with one finger and one note, usually discordant. Everyone bolted for open air whenever they saw her coming… it happened one night that one of the finest musicians in Norway was also a guest. Instead of vanishing with the others, he took a stool and sat beside the child. For every note she struck, he struck the most beautiful and exquisite chord of music, introducing a most lovely accompaniment. As the notes floated outside, the people streamed back to enjoy the music. When the child made a more terrible mistake than usual, he improvised a still finer outburst of music. After 20 minutes, he led her around the company, introducing her as “the young lady to whom you are indebted for the music this afternoon.” The child knew well enough that she had not done it, but everyone paid their compliments.

The truth this story illustrates has deeply touched my heart over the years. I have been as that child at the piano of God’s truth. I have tried my level best to make music with my one finger.  Again and again and again I have come away feeling that I am a terrible failure and playing nothing but discord. But, oh, I have also found the Holy Spirit sitting by my side. For every note of discord I have made, He had struck a nobler note. Whatever you try to do for the Lord, small or great, believe that blessed Holy Spirit is by your side, turning your discords into Hallelujah choruses. 
Dr. Fred B. Walter

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Monday, September 17, 2012

In Between the Raindrops...

Today's slow drizzle and rainy mist has soaked all the way through to my toes... my evening will be spent with a good book, a steaming cup of cider, and a thick blanket.

There are moments when days like these seem to overwhelm the soul - when a glimpse of sunshine, would it decide to appear, would cause me to throw back the curtains and declare the day fit for a hefty to do list.

Today, though, in the fading afternoon light, growing dimmer as the clouds roll in, I am thankful for the quiet raindrops that slow my thoughts to contemplation and cloud my eyes with the sepia-soaked colors of nostalgia and contentment… thankful for the slow pace that dreary days create and the cozy thoughts of my stovetop, cider almost simmering… thankful for the fuzzy shadows, cast lazily against the wall by a years-old lamp as I want for nothing more than the blessings I find in these muted moments as the raindrops fall.

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Monday, September 10, 2012

Love Notes & Lunch Boxes...

Just in case you were getting the picture that I lead some sort of glamorous life, let me enlighten you.

I spent my evening mending… a lunch box.

My husband’s lunchbox has definitely seen better days. And insulation doesn’t really insulate when holes in the lining cause outside air and inside air to co-mingle.

To be honest, fixing the lunch box was not my first choice solution. Instead, I waited for the oodles of rejected school supplies to go on sale thinking I’d find all the boring lunch boxes that weren’t quite stylish enough for your average 8th grader but plenty fancy for my grad school hubby.

The options were pretty slim – elmo, darth vadar, and those one direction kids were among the leftovers… apparently grownups are supposed to buy their lunches.

We’re a little more thrifty than that – and so, a thrifty lunch box fits right in too.
With a little thread and some not so pristine needle work (let’s just say my mother-in-law’s talents didn’t transfer with the “I do’s”) I managed to patch it together.

I know it’s just a lunch box, but I pack that lunch box every morning and clean it out each night. Knowing my husband has a healthy snack with a love note tucked inside makes me smile.

I could reflect on the seemingly unimportant nature of this task (and many others...wiping out the microwave, shaking out the kitchen rug, pairing socks and stacking dishes) or I could remember that even the littlest things when done with love make a difference to those around me.

Whatever your task may be, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men.
Colossians 3:23
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