It’s Friday and doing the blogging I look forward to each week with Lisa-Jo on her blog, The Gyspy Mama and we are doing five minute Fridays. She chooses a word and we write for Five Minutes. I went over Five minutes, but not by too much. Thank you Lisa-Jo!
Once when I was young, we were playing at a swimming pool when I noticed a girl about my age jumping from the pool deck into her father’s arms.
I love this idea, and run to get my dad to do the same.
Into the water my dad goes as I instruct him as to the plan.
“Stand here, close to the side of the pool and catch me in your arms when I jump. Hold your arms like this and don’t drop me, I don’t want my face to get wet!”
So I take my position several feet away from the edge of the pool where my dad waits patiently for me.
As I take my position I have a fantasy of everyone at the pool standing up and applauding this jump that I am about to do.
I take off running and just as my feet leave the pool deck, my little sister, in snorkel gear, comes up out of the water like a swamp monster, grabbing for my feet that are sailing over her head.
Now my arms and legs are flapping wildly trying to stop this jump that is in mid-air.
And my dad, seeing my full gallop towards him has begun to back up creating the space for my sister to enter the scene.
I hit my dad’s chest with my head falling down his back and him desperately holding the back of my thighs.
My face is wet and now my hair is sticking to my face…I am not happy!
As dad places my feet back onto the pool deck, my first thoughts are of how to ship my sister to Australia, and not caught, or get in trouble.
So many times we work and plan so very hard only to have an unseen disaster rear its head and destroy all of our hard work.
“It is vain for you to rise up early, to retire late, to eat the bread of painful labors; for He give to His beloved even in his sleep.” Psalms 127:2
This weekend, remember that you have worked hard for at least five days, use the sixth day to enjoy family, and the seventh to honor the Lord.
Give all your plans to the Lord, for He never sleeps or slumbers and can have it all worked out before you get up in the morning.
Happy Weekend friends! I’m off to shoot another wedding for family. I’ve loved my week with you; we’ll talk again next week.
Thank you, Victoria, for always allowing me to use pictures of your darling, to use in these blog! Love you!
The rose bush in spring brings forth its buds with bloom to follow. Then the fading of color, and intoxicating fragrance that distinguishes a rose from any other plant in the garden, as one by one the petals fall to the ground.
Gathering up the aged beauty we try to press them into books and potpourri pots in an attempt to keep the memory alive.
But the wind, she gathers each one lifting, twirling, whisking them away, and the season ends.
We are like those roses, Doc and I. The roses in bloom are beginning to fade as we journey further into middle age. But it is at this point that we are finding a richness of each other, of life, and of freedom in letting go of the expectations of others and living fully as we have been created.
We plan all of our lives for death and dying with a will and health insurance, exercise and healthy eating, but the aging process its self is not discussed much in social circles.
I love where we are in life. Sometimes we will hear a phrase and we will give each other a knowing look remembering a joke that fits the comment. Our little inside joke that would probably not seem so funny to anyone else if we tried to explain it to him or her.
Raising each other’s children, trying to respect the other one’s ex-spouse, battling out philosophies of child rearing, finances, and at what height should the lawn mower be set to cut the grass, has kept us working at the goal of becoming one.
And we are becoming one as the aging process continues to work on our bodies. Together we have one good set of eyes, one good set of ears, one good back, and his right hip is good, my left hip is still good and we both still have good knees.
Rose petals on the ground.
We create memories with the children and grands, taking pictures of each event, pressing them into memory books, encasing them into picture frames scattered all over the house.
And one day the breath of God will return for that which was only on loan for a time, never to be seen on this terrestrial plain.
But as much as we love this place, we know that we are only visiting. Doc and I laugh as we remember our Girl Scout, and Boy Scout lessons of leaving a place better than we found it. So we plant rose bushes, feed fish, and impart to the generation yet to come the seeds of life.
I wonder if that this is why Jesus asked if the cup could pass. Not only that he would not need to face a horrible death, but also perhaps He truly loved walking with us, and though it was for our good and His glory, perhaps, just maybe, he too was going to miss being here walking with the ones he loves so dearly.
But let’s lighten this up a bit. Here are some quotes about aging that I have enjoyed.
“after 30, the body have a mind of its own” ~ Bette Midler
“Age does not diminish the extreme disappointment of having a scoop of ice cream fall from the cone.” ~Jim Fiebig
“Age is an issue of mind over matter, and if you don’t mind it doesn’t matter.” ~Mark Twain
“Aging seems to be the only available way to live a long life. ” ~Kitty O’Neill Collins
“An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have. The older she gets the more interested he is in her”. ~ Agatha Christie
“None are so old as those who have out lived enthusiasum” ~Henry David Thoreau
Then inside to the window we go. We sit and wait with great expectation for our guests to arrive. Patience in the wait is rewarded as a raven alights on the pole.
Too large to prop on the small landing made for songbirds, he studies the dilemma. Soon he juts his head back and forth until the feeder broadcasts it treasures onto the ground.
The two-year old claps with delight causing the raven to fly away; but soon returns to collect the reward for his labor.
In the same moment, one is challenged to be still with the reward of observation, the other to work and find reward in the accomplishment.
How amazing to see each moment of life tailor-made to the goal of new growth. To stretch the will and the mind for the work of the future that we cannot see coming.
How wrong we are when we grip and complain that our moments are not to our liking. The traffic too heavy, the list too long, communication too difficult, the pain too great; Complaining about the moments created in an effort to grow us into His likeness.
Is He patient? How will we know that we are patient unless challenged with frustration?
Is He kind? How will we know that we can be kind unless faced with cruel situation?
How can one know the gifting of God, unless one is challenged to press past their boundaries unto uncharted territory?
I have felt a challenge from God to write five days a week for the next four weeks. This is a HUGE stretch for me and requires me leaning full-force on the creative flow of the Holy Spirit to create words and match them with photographs. I would appreciate you prayers as I accept the gauntlet and pursue the task in hope of new growth.
A ring given as a promise is made, and what was two is now one.
And the young girl, whose dress is the color of innocence and whose dreams are tied up in bows makes her way forward with thoughts of one day. Those in silk and taffeta remember when they too were knee-high to a grasshopper and smile.
Old men wrap the arm, which is much thicker than on the day of vows, around the love that dabs her eyes with joy. Remember their time before family, friends and God, whispering in echo the vows being made. Dreams of yesterday, and dreams of tomorrow dance in the twinkle of the eye.
How apropos for the first miracle, the first gift of redemption, to be given during the wedding celebration. The wine given, created in pots set in place for purification.
Now, the water for purification becomes the wine of testimony, created by obedience to the One with the authority to redeem, to purify, and to present the bride without spot or wrinkle.
As the two become one, the Word donning a robe of flesh, begins His work to become one with His bride.
Thank you to all of our service men and women who put their lives on the line, and sacrifice time with their families to keep our country safe.
And a special thank you to Heather Hines who allowed me the use of her picture. Their daddy is the first understanding they have of how much the Most High loves them.
She walks into the classroom and the peace in the room changes. Anger seems to radiate from her. Her physical topography is more mature than her age. And some of the words she uses hints that she has seen more of the darker side of life than any twelve year old should ever know.
Rifling through the basket of yarns and needles, she chooses the best of all without asking, then disrupts the class when she sees that she must share my attention.
Making my way to her with the intention of removing her from the class, the Lord speaks to my heart, “do not squelch the work of the Spirit”.
And I refrain.
Once again the Lord whispers, “do not squelch the Spirit”.
She yells out an inappropriate name for one of the girls in the class.
Again I move toward her. My anger building, and the rebuke comes out stronger than intended.
After class I speak to the director. He encourages me to be patient with this one. She was found living on the street, having left her home – having experienced things too gut wrenching to write about. A life cast out and possibly viewed as of no value to most of the world.
But not to God.
Six weeks earlier she accepted Christ as her Savior, and her soul was still by the water’s edge being washed by the water of the Word.
“The anger of man does not accomplish the righteousness of God”. (James 1:20)
Sorrow filled my heart for allowing the anger to be seen as the corretion was given. Why could I not have tempered the correction with love?
Had I destroyed what the Spirit was doing? No, God is bigger than my errors. The destruction was my credibility as a good leader.
Have you ever been in charge and felt like you blew it?
I felt my authority crumbling, and reacted in the flesh, not by the Spirit.
Moses’ authority was threatened (Numbers 16) and he immediately dropped to his knees and prayed. God defended Moses’ authority.
We are all placed in a position of authority and leadership in life. Whether you are the president of a company, or of the PTA, a Girl Scout leader, a mom, or a crochet teacher, God has placed you, right where you are, in the position of authority, so expect that it will be challenged.
We are placed there not only to lead but also serve.
Moses never used the sins or weaknesses of the people against them, instead he prayed for them, standing in the gap between God and man, and gave instruction Aaron how to literally stand in the place of life and death for God’s people.
Then there are the ones in the last days, standing before the Lord, telling of the miracles and exorcisms, and He will not recognize them. (Matt 21-23)
Watchman Nee says in his book Spiritual Authority that they “made self their starting point – An activity of the flesh.”
This frightens me, does it you?
No matter how few or many I am to lead, my starting point had better be on my knees interceding for those placed in my care. Seeking His will, for the words to speak, instructions to give and direction we are all to go in should come first by seeking the Father of all.
Again, Watchman Nee:
“As God’s servants, the first thing we should meet is authority. To touch authority is as practical as touching salvation, but it is a deeper lesson. Before we can work for God, His authority must overturn us. If we have met authority which regulates us, then we shall encounter authority everywhere, and being thus restrained by God we can begin to be used by Him.”
My prayer is to meet His authority, to learn the humility of leadership and thus be an instrument used and restrained by Him.
Are you in leadership? May I have the honor of praying for you? If so, please leave your request in the comment box.
Here are a few resources I found about leadership.
The High Calling -Called to Be Faithful, Not Successful – Mark D. Roberts