Talk about history repeating itself. The sixties were a time of rocket launches and riots. The only difference is that now we are seeing everything unfold twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. We couldn’t avoid it if we tried.
This will not be a political post. There’s enough blame to go around for both parties. No, this is a post about the heart.
Where are our hearts?
I would suggest our hearts should be breaking over all this. Our hearts should break because of what happened to George Floyd.
Our hearts should break over the towns whose business districts are being destroyed.
Our hearts should break because the very people who were peacefully protesting are now being used by outside political groups.
The other day I was at Walmart, two days after the shooting. Two women in front of me were asked by the man (what position he had, I don’t know) to see their receipt. They refused, telling him he had no legal right to ask them that. He backed off.
As they walked away, I heard one of the women say to the other, “I’ll bet they don’t ask white people to show their receipt”.
But as I left, he didn’t ask me.
I felt like catching up with the women and letting them know that I felt what happened to George Floyd was horrible. That not all white people are racist. Certainly, not me. (Hmmmmm ?)
I didn’t follow them, because frankly, I was quite sure they probably didn’t care what I thought. And that’s OK.
My heart was with those two women and the insult they felt from the “security” guard. It was just wrong.
I trust you are praying about all this hate and hurt.
Let’s get our hearts in the right place. Let’s quit judging and treating people differently because of their ethnicity, education, weight, economic or educational disparities……Tweet
I really do believe that change occurs in the world when it changes in individuals first.
Think about when you meet a new person. Can’t you just feel whether they are angry or calm? They each emit a kind of aura, don’t they? I want my “aura” to reflect God’s love.
We were all feeling a bit helpless because of the pandemic and now we have these riots. We really feel helpless now.
The history when Jesus walked the earth was not that much different than now. (Except for the rocket launch, of course.) Poor people and minorities were being taken advantage of, too. Why do you think headdressed the treatment of the poor so often? Political turmoil was everywhere.
Jesus preached that our hearts had to change and we, and we alone, are responsible for that heart change.
It’s no different in 2020.
I know that for me, I’m looking at my heart intently. I don’t want racism or any kind of discrimination to live in my heart. I am challenging myself this next week with the thoughts I choose and the words I use.
Let’s all just open our hearts to the Holy Spirit to search us and see if there is any “wrong” thinking. Is there something as an individual we need to be doing differently?
God bless and pray for the safety of America across these situations.
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Today I am sharing what my messy devotional table looks like. First of all, here are the pictures of the devotionals I am using right now. “My Utmost For His Highest”, is a standard. There is a reason I added a few more for my time with God.
I thought it would be interesting to see if some days I received the same “message”. And there were. One day in particular.
I was pondering an action to take so I read from each devotional and two of them pointed me very specifically to the answer. That was exciting.
So here’s what my “messy devotional table” looks like most morning. Some days it’s worse! That’s my BUJO at the bottom of the page. It is a messy devotional table, isn’t it?
I am always on the search for good pens so, of course, that justifies having so many. How else will I find the right ones?
I have found all of these, except for this particular My Utmost For His Highest at thrift stores or garage sales although I have two other MUFHH’s that I have bought at thrift stores or garage sale. However, the bottom two are the newest and I’m really enjoying them. And, of course, Joyce Meyer is always spot-on because she doesn’t mince words.
The pens and pencils are from my never-ending supply which adds to my messy table.
I tried keeping them in one spot but I need them everywhere, so everywhere is where they are.
I told you my table was messy. Right?
And, of course, the never-ending cup of coffee. I bought a small Keurig at a garage sale and we are loving it BUT, I also order a “milk frother” from Amazon last week and now I am brewing up lattes. I’m going to try and learn “latte art” in the coming weeks. I’ll send you pics.
The point of it all, my time with God
Anyway, I guess the point of this post is that it doesn’t matter how messy or how obsessively neat we are, devotions are highly personal. But some days I’m even messier as I usually have my laptop and phone nearby for research.
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Why it’s really good to expect God to show up is really not hard to understand. It benefits us because it makes us more alert to God’s interventions in our lives.
We should expect God to show up. We don’t always though. Last Saturday God showed up three times for me. Maybe I should say He surprised me. Three times!!!
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Now, if you haven’t had this experience, you might not believe this but I can only share my experience with you. God surprises me often. However, by surprise, I mean I see His hand in the process. I see His hand in the circumstance.
Of course, we can choose to not believe that way. But the reason I do because every day I ask God to reveal himself to me. I expect to see Him in my circumstances and I usually do, right at the moment it happens.
But do I always? No. Not because Goed isn’t showing up, but because I’m too preoccupied and don’t always recognize Him.
First of all, we were at our cabin. I have a dear friend of many years that lives a few minutes away from there. I only see her when we are up north. We had decided that because of Covid, we probably shouldn’t get together. She is maintaining her “bubble” and I am doing the same.
But I had made her a darling DIY pumpkin and wanted to get it to her. I needed to go to Hobby Lobby anyway so I thought I would drop it off at her house. Hobby Lobby first, or drop off the pumpkin first? I wasn’t sure. Hobby Lobby first, I decided.
I. The surprises begin: number one
It had snowed just a little at the cabin but nothing was lingering on the trees right at our cabin or anything. But as I got about five miles from home and on to the highway, can I just say it was absolutely breathtaking!
The sun glowed. The snow rested on the outrageously colored leaves that had not yet fallen. On those that had, the snow laid heavily on the skeletal branches making them look outlined against the warmth in the sky.
The snow sparkled like diamonds hanging from a woman’s ear lobe, as it often does in winter but this wasn’t winter. The white snow shimmering on the trees, the glowing sun, the sparkle…….
Unreal. A blend of fall and winter. God’s surprise number one.
(a.) God’s surprise number two
I got to Hobby Lobby and as I got out of the car, I heard someone call my name. Looking in the direction of the voice, I saw my friend. It was so good to actually see her and take a few minutes to talk before she had to leave. And, of course, I gave her the pumpkin. God’s surprise number two.
But now it really gets good.
(b.) God’s surprise number three
First, of all, have I told you how much I love used book stores? More so than new bookstores. Want to know why?
Well, even if you don’t, I’m going to tell you.
Very often I will find various items tucked inside the worn pages, the older the book the more likely this will happen. A note. An inscription. A bookmark. A receipt. I love it when that happens and it happens a lot to me. (Of course, I am in used book stores a lot, so there’s that.)
Listening to a Hope@Writers podcast last week, I learned writers can hone their skills by reading poetry. The owner of the store directed me to the right area and I immediately spotted an older red book.
I picked it up and started rifling through some pages. As I got ready to close the book, I flipped back to the cover pages and spied a page where there was an inscription.
I looked at the handwriting and then looked again.
Not possible, I thought. No way.
But it was. It was my husband’s handwriting, an inscription for our friends, a couple we cherished then and now as well. It had been a Christmas present.
You got it. Right?
It was a gift we had purchased for my friend I had just seen at Hobby Lobby and her husband. What are the chances?
I couldn’t help but tell the store owner the whole story. She was pretty amazed as well. When I told my friend, she was astounded as well. I was pumped all the way home.
It has been often said, that you get out of life what you expect out of life. I agree.
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And I think the same could be said of our relationship with God. If we expect God to show up, we are much more likely to see Him when he does. God’s surprises shouldn’t really be surprises anyway, should they?
It’s kind of like when you wake up in the morning. If you decide that the day is going to be good, it probably will be. (Not counting, of course, that life can sure throw us some curves some days. Like this whole pandemic. Plus, I am not suggesting a Pollyanna attitude. I’m about as a realist as you can imagine. )It does no good to expect the bad when we can expect the good just as easily. Click To Tweet
Life is short. We don’t like to admit it, do we? There are going to be enough bad times for all of us. We are going to experience struggles. That’s a guarantee. We are all going to experience grief as well. Again, a guarantee.
I feel it makes sense to anticipate the good for as long as we can. The more we train our minds to expect the good, the more we might well strengthen our resilience for the tough times. It’s kind of like building an inner-strength muscle.
I hope you have a really good day today and God bless.
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This is my “porch” for autumn.
I found the black wrought iron candle holders at a garage sale because I’m going to use them for Christmas and put trees on them. So I thought, why not use them for pumpkins?
For the pumpkin you see below, I cut out a hole in the bottom and pushed the pumpkin down it. The other pumpkins sat on the holders with no problem. The chairs are antiques. Arent’ they wonderful?
The fall sign is from Hobby Lobby. The “Harvest” sign further down is one I made a couple of years ago.
Now, I’ve got to remember to cook up these pumpkins!
Have you created some autumn decor for your porch or landing? Don’t ignore doing what you normally do just because of Covid. Do it for yourself if for no one else.
God bless and have a good day.
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