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Monday, May 11, 2015
Cheap Grace and Designer Purses
Precious items such as these only fit in designer original handbags. Accept no substitute.
Friday, November 28, 2014
Negative Splits
During today's run I was thinking about this (when you run as slow as I do, you have a lot of time to think). Sure, some of the people lounging at home are lazy, but a number of them have very legitimate reasons for not running. Health issues, finances, responsibilities, child care. I was not better than they were for having raced. Nor were those across the finish line sooner, better than me (though they were better runners, for sure).
The verse "...let us run with endurance the race that is set before us." (Hebrews 12:1) came to mind. Though we were all on the same course running the same distance, the race ahead of me was different than the other 3,100 people there and it was God who decided who should do what and when.
My goal is to someday run a 5K in under 40 minutes. My official time was 44:25.3 I knew at the 2.6 mile mark that I wouldn't make my goal but then my phone app informed that my most recent split times were faster than those earlier in the race. I was running negative split times; running faster at the end of the race than I had at the beginning!
While training for this race, I was much more intentional. I followed a particular training schedule and even downloaded music that had the beats per minute that would help me achieve the pace I wanted to meet that sub 40 minute race time. Running negative splits was quite an accomplishment for one of my limited skills and the news encouraged me to put forth the effort to run the rest of the way to the finish line rather than walk.
Negative splits seem to be happening in my spiritual race, as well. My spiritual pace seems to have picked up, with God blessing me with insight and (dare I say) wisdom. Sometimes the Spirit throws so many nuggets my way I can't catch them all; it's overwhelming. Yet, none of this would have been possible had it not been for the "training days" of my past. Many of those "training sessions" were very difficult, tortuous in fact. I slogged through some very difficult situations that taxed me and darn near drained my emotional and spiritual stores. Many times I was on the verge of throwing in the towel and just living the life I wanted, running my own race on the course of my choosing rather than the one God laid out for me. To His glory and by His mercy, He didn't let me stray off course and by His grace I kept plodding on.
I believe my spiritual split times have improved because, like my recent training regimen, I'm more intentional about my relationship with God. Because I've come so close to giving up at times and was given a glimpse of how terrifying that would be, I concentrate on the center of the course, staying away from the edges when I can.
Spiritual training can take many forms - church attendance, meditation, prayer, sacrifice, etc. But performing these acts doesn't produce any spiritual stamina unless the soul is engaged. Going to church or Bible study without involvement of your heart and an active faith is like buying running shoes and jogging pants but never going for a jog. You might look like a runner but you'll never make it through a race and when the weather is bad you might not even show up, choosing to stay home on the couch.
I've made it this far because I believe God's promises; promises like "I will never leave you or forsake you.", "He will make your paths straight" and "He will grant you the desires of your heart"; there are hundreds of them. Some of those promises will be fulfilled along the way while others won't be experienced until the end of the race. But I keep my eyes opened, looking for those answers, whenever and however they appear.
I don't know if I'll maintain my current pace or what the path ahead looks like; what twists, turns or hills lie ahead. I don't even know how far along in this race I am! Fifty-three years? One hundred and three years (my grandmother made it to 102, so this is entirely possible)? Regardless, I will continue plodding along on the race God planned for me at the pace He set for me. The pace He established - sometimes a fast run, other times a slow walk - He established with the intent of my finishing. He promised.
"And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ." Philippians 1:6
Saturday, October 04, 2014
An Adirondack Performance
Sacandaga Lake, Sept 2014
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Laugh and the World Laughs With You
If "earth laughs in flowers" then it rejoices with gleeful jubilation with sunshine. It giggles with rain. The earth howls during windstorms, obviously. It roars with hurricanes, shrieks with tornadoes, and shouts with thunder.
Then there are days like today. On these days, when it sleets and snows on APRIL 24 , earth guffaws... loudly...at us, not with us.
I think my brother and his wife, currently vacationing at Disneyworld, are guffawing along with earth.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Thirty One Days of Joy - Days 1-7
Day 1: "For a day in your courts is better than a thousand elsewhere." Ps 84:10a
Joy is not dependent on my physical circumstances but on the condition of my spirit. As long as I am in the secure confines of His walled courts, I know my eternal soul is safe. It is the condition of my eternal spirit that determines the eternal condition of my mind, body and heart.
Day 2: Joy through tears. Interesting concept that I began to understand when I listened to Page CXVI sing their version of "I've got that joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart..." Normally a rousing chorus, they sing it as a dirge. Joy is possible through tears when you define joy as Webster's 7th Collegiate Dictionary does - "the prospect of possessing what one desires". Because of Jesus, believers have the prospect- the good outlook - the sure hope of receiving our hearts desire - eternity with Him.
Day 3: "Joyful, joyful we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love"
Hearing this song does NOT bring me joy. It just musically expresses what God, in His great mercy placed in my heart. My heart unfolds "like flowers before Thee, opening to the sun above".
Day 4: I read a Tweet by Paul Tripp - "When you work to convince yourself that you're okay, you tell yourself that you don't need the grace that is your only hope." Knowing that the Graceful God, who is my only hope, is also very merciful when I try to tell myself I'm okay.
Monday, December 31, 2012
A Christmas Far More GloriousThan Grand
For the first time in many years I put up a Christmas tree. Nothing fancy, just a humble (live) table top tree purchased at a local grocery store - originally $19.99 but marked down to $4.99. One strand of mini lights was more than enough. I woke a few ornaments from their hibernation in the dark dusty recesses of my attic. The rest of the house was supplemented with a wreath on a door, a few holiday knick knacks here and there and some candles for additional ambiance.
The gifts I received were just as simple – a shawl, a candle, handmade earrings (Barbling #1 custom-designed earrings), to name a few. None were of great expense. No diamonds or furs or trips to Europe; no big toys or electronics. Just modest presents from people who love me – and who I love back.
I don’t know why I chose to decorate this year. There was no surge of holiday cheer in my heart. This Christmas has been no better or worse than others. In years when I decked the halls more extravagantly, I didn’t necessarily feel more of the Christmas spirit then, either. I think at that time I was trying to manufacture glad tidings – “fake it ‘til you make it” – hoping to acquire some holiday cheer. I was trying to keep up appearances; I didn’t want to be thought of as the sad lonely spinster - Ebenezera Scrooge.
This Christmas Eve I attended a church service with friends. It was informal – some reading of scripture and singing of carols. Lots of singing! Some of the hymns chosen were upbeat – “Hark the Herald” and the like. Some were soft, ballads – the ever popular “Silent Night”. Others were almost mournful and pleading – “Oh Come, Oh Come Emmanuel” and “I Wonder as I Wander”. It wasn’t an emotional or inspiring affair; nor was it uninspiring. It was enjoyable and it was…reverential.
At times, during the singing I felt moved to stand in worship to my King. I felt happy without being giddy. No enthusiastic shouts came from my mouth and I didn’t feel compelled to buy a gigantic Christmas goose for the Cratchit family, a la Scrooge. Though stirred emotionally, amazingly (for me) I didn’t tear up.
What I felt was joy. Not delight or bliss or ecstasy – those aren’t joy; not really. They’re too circumstantial. Those feelings are contingent on events and environmental conditions. No, joy is the full knowledge that everything I will ever really need is provided for by my Creator because of what His Son, Jesus began on that first Christmas and finished on Easter, thirty three years later.
I haven’t felt “joy” in a very long time and when I have, it’s been fleeting. This was partly because I had wrong assumptions on what joy was and because my expectations of what would give me joy were overblown. This year, I just wanted to mark the occasion of my Savior’s birth in some way.
My simple Christmas decorations are not Martha Stewart-caliber. No one will feature my home on their Pinterest boards. My wreaths and tiny tree didn’t win any contests. A line from the song “The Lord’s Bright Blessing” from the holiday cartoon classic “Mr. Magoo’s Christmas Carol” comes to mind. The Cratchit family tells of their modest celebration singing:
We’ll have the Lord’s bright blessing
And knowing we’re together
Knowing we’re together heart and hand
We’ll have the whitest Christmas
The very brightest Christmas
A Christmas far more glorious than grand
My Christmas 2012 was not grand but it was Glorious – with a capital G. The glorious part gave glory to God in the Highest. Not because of anything I did – no impressive gestures of generosity. Most definitely NOT because of some magnificent decorations or gourmet baking. It was Glorious because for a time, sin and sorrow did not reign in me. He replaced it with His grand joy.
This joy did not happen because I decorated a tree. The tree was decorated because of the joy I felt. It’s been a long time coming. I pray it stays around awhile.
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Significance
-Amy Carmichael
Monday, March 05, 2012
Like Siamese Twins
-John Calvin
Sunday, August 21, 2011
The Insight of Emily Dickinson
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering.
And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.
-Emily Dickinson
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Hark the Herald
: "Pleased as man with man to dwell, Jesus, our Emmanuel."
What more can be said.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Emphasis Mine
"The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away." OR "The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away."
Monday, October 26, 2009
One of C S Lewis's Wisest Quotes
C.S. Lewis
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Freud Got Some Things Right
Sigmund Freud
Friday, July 17, 2009
Quote of the Day
-- Donald G. Smith
Monday, June 29, 2009
Quote of the Day
Friday, May 01, 2009
I'm in a Sore Storm
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune--without the words, And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me
-Emily Dickinson
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Does Such a Humble Poet Exist?
The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me
That my soul cannot resist:
A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.
Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.
For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.
Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;
Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.
Such songs have power to quiet.
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.
Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.
And the night shall be filled with music
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Haute Couture
Isaac Mizrahi