My Son

My son is a boy who is fast becoming a man.
My son does not ask the question, but reaches out to see how I will respond.
I fail the test.
He wants to know, "Am I important? Will you stop what you are doing just to spend some time with me?"
I go on about my task thinking that there will be time for that later.
I have it backwards.
My task will be there later, but my son will have taken flight.
I will always have those "other things" to do.
Someday I will be reaching out; I may not ask the question but will look for a response.
I will want to know, "Am I important? Will you stop what you are doing just to spend some time with me?"
My son may fail the test;
Not because he lacks the skill or knowledge required to pass it, but because he is following my example...
My example...
My example...
What kind of example am I for my son?
My words mean little, my intentions nothing; if they are not lived out in my example.
My son, I will stop what I am doing.
I am grateful for your hand reaching out for me.
You are my teacher.
You are important.
You are My Son.
I love you!

dedicated to Cody
by: Mom

Ears to Hear

It was a Wednesday morning when I felt the sore throat coming on; by Thursday night my right ear was so congested I couldn't hear properly. Saturday it started to hurt and I tried to get in to see the doctor on call, but that didn't work out. Monday I went to the doctor concerned about my hearing. By this time I had lost my voice and was communicating in squeaks. I was hoping and praying that my voice and hearing would be back by Saturday because I was scheduled to be on the worship team at church. I always look forward to participating in Saturday's practice with the band and Sunday's worship service, so I dreaded having to call and say I was sick. An ear infection, at least, would have been easy to treat with antibiotics, but alas, the doctor concluded that was not my condition. I was told to take decongestants and was given a prescription for an antibiotic to take if things got worse.

Well, I wouldn't necessarily say that the ear got worse, but by Wednesday I was getting desperate and started the antibiotic. All that pressure in my ear combined with the hearing difficulties and my expectations for the weekend was driving me crazy. To my dismay the antibiotic was ineffective, and Saturday morning my ear was still blocked with congestion. The blessing in all of this was that my voice had returned, unfortunately I was still so worried about my ear that I forgot just how grateful I should have been. I went to practice having decided to give it my best try. Practice went alright. I was uncomfortable and insecure, but by the end of practice the team didn't seem to think the ear would be a problem. They said they would pray for me and one friend even said not to be surprised when I woke up in the morning without the congestion. I had high hopes, and I prayed, but I lacked the necessary faith. Oh, I believed that God could heal my ear on the spot, but I doubted that it was His will to do so. I believe that God is benevolent, and works all things together for the good of those who love him (Romans 8:28), but maybe healing my ear prematurely wasn't what He had in mind for me.

I woke up at 6:30 Sunday morning so I would have plenty of time to get ready and be at church by 8:00. My ear was still blocked. I thought maybe it would clear up in the shower. I thought maybe the trip over the mountain would force it open. I thought maybe God would wait until the last minute to open it so that it would be unmistakable that it was opened by Him in answer to prayer. By this time I had at least realized that I had not given him the glory he deserved for the return of my voice. I asked for forgiveness for whining and complaining about my ear when I should have been giving thanks for my voice. I asked for an opportunity to share this insight with the team. The opportunity was presented that morning and I was thankful for it. My ear remained blocked throughout practice and the service, but I was able to sing God's praise despite the obstacle, and for that I was truly grateful.

I realized later that day that God had answered my prayer. My real desire was to be able to sing. He gave me my voice back, but allowed the complication with my ear to remain. He caused me to succeed despite the difficulty. God always answers prayer. He doesn't always answer the way we think we want Him to, but he answers. I'm glad that in His sovereignty He gives me what I need instead of what I think I want. I would be in trouble over some of the things that I ask for if God always said yes. I can't see what the outcome of my requests would be, but He can. The apostle Paul prayed three times for a "thorn in his flesh" to be removed. I don't know what his affliction was, but I know what God's response was: "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." (2 Corinthians 12:9)

To be honest, I do not particularly enjoy hardship, in fact I usually protest with all my might. Paul learned to say, "Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong." (*verses 9-10). I thank God for allowing me to be used for His purpose despite all of my weaknesses and shortcomings. I may not very easily see my flaws as a blessing, but they have a purpose. Paul knew why his thorn was there: "To keep [him] from becoming conceited" (*verse 7)

Thank You Lord for keeping things in perspective for me. It's all about you, and I feel privileged that you would work in and through me. Thank you for making me your child. Thank you for allowing me to minister to others through Bible teaching, music, and sharing personal experiences. I pray that you would cause your family to grow through these ministries. In Jesus precious name, amen.

My dear friends, if you do not have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ, please ask me or someone else who knows Him to introduce you. He is waiting for you to invite Him into your life.

* 2 Corinthians 12

What's That Smell?

A couple of weeks ago I was sitting at the piano practicing my primitive skills and trying to acquire some new ones when I was confronted by an unpleasant odor. The most logical thing to do was to check the bathroom just down the hall because the kids had most likely forgotten to flush the toilet again. That was not the problem. After a while I decided that it must be the stagnant water in the fish tank. After all, the fish had not been retrieved before it disappeared into the filter, or where ever it went. I cleaned the entire fish tank and the filter, but there was no improvement in the air of the room. I was puzzled but decided to let it go, maybe it would pass. As the days went by the intensity of the scent increased and I became convinced that a mouse had died somewhere in that vicinity. A search of the piano's interior revealed nothing. Checking behind furniture was fruitless. Perhaps the creature had suffered it's demise in the closet. I had no time at present to clean the closet, I was on my way to work at the music boosters concession stand for the basketball game. I came home that night to an unpleasant welcome; my greeting was the smell of rotting flesh. Yuck! But there were other priorities on my list and I let it go again.

Today is Thursday so I had my first grade Bible class on my mind this morning. I got ready and went to the church early to meet with the other teachers and workers so we could plan for the rest of the school year. I taught the class, and as the kids hurried back to school I rejoiced that the Lord had seen me through a difficult lesson to teach. Coming home to begin some preparation for dinner I was again met at the door by the dreaded stench. As I thought about my friend who had just offered to babysit for me the following night I hated the thought that she would be greeted in this way. I prayed, "Lord please help this smell to disperse quickly." At about the same moment I looked up (I believe my eyes were led there by the Father himself) and saw it. There was a pumpkin sitting on the sill. On the outside it looked very much like paper mache, but on the inside it was very much a real pumpkin. I can't quite describe how thankful I was for such an immediate answer to prayer. It is always a blessing to be so reassured that the creator of the universe hears and helps me even in the seemingly ordinary situations in life.

The odor which I presumed to be a dead mouse turned out to be the rotting flesh of a pumpkin. The item that I now believed likely to be hiding in the crawlspace under my feet was actually right there in front of my eyes. It was sitting on the ceramic sill waiting to be easily disposed of. I felt a twinge of sadness as I tossed a child's craft project across the stream and into the woods, however, my joy at having eliminated the source of my torment outweighed my regret. The thing about an odor is that it lingers even after the source has been dealt with. I lit a candle to help out with the remaining offense, but it was a cover up at best. I soon went to the cupboard and found a specialized odor eliminating candle to defeat the smell clinging to the air.

Let's for a moment think of the rotten pumpkin as our sin. Anything we have ever done that is hurtful is sin. God is love and so his greatest commandments are "Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind, and Love your neighbor as yourself." In Matthew 22:37-39 Jesus quoted these words from the old testament. In fact he goes on to say in verse 40, "All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments." Any sin we can think of is ultimately a violation of these two commandments as well as an affront to the very nature of God. We are all guilty of this. In Isaiah 53:6 we find that "We all, like sheep, have gone astray, each of us has turned to his own way." If you've ever thought that you are alone in this take heart, we're all in it together. The good news for us is in the second part of that verse, "and the LORD has laid on him the iniquity of us all." The "him" is Jesus Christ. He paid the penalty for all of our sins and when we turn to him and trust him as our Savior he eliminates our rotten pumpkins.

Like the lasting stench I dealt with today the consequences of our sin don't always disappear as instantly as the rotten pumpkin, for example: the drug user who turns to Christ is forgiven, but still has an addiction to deal with. There is hope though. Trying to overcome these things on our own is a cover up at best much like my scented candle, but the Holy Spirit has the power to deal with the lingering odor. He will be the odor eliminating candle that will cancel out the habits and addictions that continue to haunt us. He will be the pleasing aroma that spreads through our lives extending to the world around us. He will be with us and help us to confess and repent before another rotten pumpkin begins to wreak havoc in our lives. He will be there to clean up the mess if we fail to throw the pumpkin out before we smell its effect. He will be there reminding us that we are God's children and will someday take up residence in the fragrance filled halls of heaven where no rot or stench will ever accost us again. I am pleased to report that my home now has an inviting fragrance, how much more blessed we are when His fragrance fills our lives.