Monthly Archives: March 2016

This Call Is For You

How do you get quiet enough in our noisy,

fast paced world

to experience Easter?

While all of nature seems to have come alive outside my window

my heart longs

to watch with Him

to wait with Him

to stand with Him.

Not out of obligation or duty.

Certainly not because it’s the thing to do.

No, I simply yearn to be there with Him.

And so I steal some moments of quiet in the dark of the night

while many sleep

and I try to imagine I was there

and I pray.

Or sometimes I get up early and slip quietly to a comfy chair

and simply wait in His Presence.

But maybe it’s not where I am.

Maybe it’s just coming to Him.

Anywhere.

Anytime.

Just as I am.

Now.

To stand as it were at the foot of the cross

and reflect on the finished work of Christ.

march 26 springTo reconsecrate myself to His service.

All.

He gave His all.

His love demands my all.

My soul, my life, my all.

Unworthy as I am.

Letting His Love wash over me

covering all of my sins and whispering

I give you my all.

 

Do You Believe That Change Is Possible?

What do some people do it?

They’ll never grow rich.

Never be famous.

No applause.

No promotions.

Hmm, let me tell you why.

A very long time ago there was an elderly man who came to my church.

I was little and shy. Maybe six years old.

And the world seemed so big and scary.

Sunday after Sunday when he’d see me at church

he’d put his wrinkled hand in his pocket and pull out a yellow chiclets box.

I’d put out my cup shaped hand and he’d carefully pour in a few tiny white pieces of gum

and smile at me.

And for that moment

I was visible. A real person. And gradually this shy, little girl began to smile and feel like she belonged.

Today more than fifty years later I remember and am grateful for his beautiful act of care.

Again and again I have received a special kindness

and usually all my words don’t seem enough to communicate my heart’s gratitude.

But people are all that matters. And love. Yes, love is forever.

It takes so little to bring cheer to another

and life can be so very hard. The journey so difficult at times.

But all it takes to really be fulfilled

is just a thought

and maybe a little time and a very little money

and suddenly someone’s day is different. Their life a little brighter.

A loaf of bread here.

Some flowers there.

A check to support three darling children in Brazil, Columbia and Peru.

A cup of coffee.

Simple things.

Won’t you join me?

Let’s grab  hands together

to love this world in His Name.

People all around us.

Sadness behind their eyes.

Weariness and often discouragement.

Come.

Let’s reach out today and touch another’s life.

Threads of gold among the ordinary acts of life.

Pearls that glisten with lasting beauty.

Ignore the voices telling you it’s a waste

for nothing you do in His Name is ever wasted.

Follow the Singer and join in line….

move into your world one neighbor at a time

write it. sing it. tell  it.

and gradually you, too, will see.

He makes everything beautiful in His time.

 

 

 

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Dancing With the Daffodils

It was more than forty years ago

but I can’t see daffodils without remembering that special moment of long ago.

Everything that day up until that moment had been ordinary.

College classes.  Long walks to and fro. Quick snack on the run.

I was young. Yes, very young and going to college more than five hours from home.

And I missed home.

My mom’s cooking. The sound of familiar voices.  Loving family ties.

The broad streets where the first hint of spring had appeared.  My mom had told me about it in her recent letter. But it was still three weeks until spring break. Three weeks that seemed like forever to this college freshman.

As I walked into the dorm that late afternoon

my thoughts were probably already pondering what I’d study that night.

My steps were slow matching the heaviness of my heart.

But as I walked toward the stairs that would take me to my room

my eyes fell upon a huge bouquet of daffodils sitting on the counter.

Their beauty broke through not only the dreariness of my lonely life

but also the routine of the day.

Curiosity drew me to the yellow daffodils.

Who could have possibly left them here?

I glanced around the empty lobby.

Strange.

Then my eyes looked down at those gorgeous dancing flowers

and I noticed a small piece of white paper with something scribbled on it.

My name.

That was all.

Those lovely daffodils were for me.

Someone. Somewhere had left them for me.

Joy upon joy flooded my heart. Loneliness disappeared and in it’s place was gratitude.

Words from Wordsworth’s poem came to mind –

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance

That gorgeous bouquet shone as brightly as ten thousand daffodils

that day

and still dances in my memory. Rich with beauty.

Somehow the years passed and I found myself finally going home

to my lovely hometown along the Susquehanna River.

But I never forgot those golden dancing daffodils and the kindness of the mysterious giver.

And today as I passed them on a morning walk my heart beat gladly with joy again.

He knows your every need.

He sees your deepest longing.

He cares

and will never forget.

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