Random Yardman Strikes Again....

Ok....I am struggling a little...well, a lot, with all things relating to Random Yardman. Let me clue some of you in to the past few days.
First of all, this new guy is really Random Yardman number 2 (RY2). The other one hasn't been back since last spring. Maybe they rotate neighborhoods. Anyway...he showed up at 3pm two days before Christmas and asked for $100 to rake our yard. A. That is OUTRAGEOUS for our yard. We don't live on 5 acres. Most of the leaves have already been taken care of, and he expected us to provide the bags. B. Do you really plan on starting a yard at 3pm? C. That is OUTRAGEOUS. So...after he gives Mom some long sap story...she agrees to let him work. THEN, after working 2 hours, and ringing the doorbell no less than 3 times in the 2 hours, he asks for an advance. Again with the sap story and a promise to return to finish. Mom said she told him that she trusted the Lord, because when He sent someone to help her, He always made sure they finished. His reply, "That's right; that's right. The Lord sent me."
So...on Christmas Eve, he returned...this time, he was brought by a policeman. To make a long story short, the policeman told him that if he didn't finish our yard in a time he (the policeman) thought was appropriate, that he would be coming after RY2. Mom said, "Well...I guess the Lord wanted to make sure that he came back to finish the job."
He came back today. He got very upset when he found out that Mom was not there to get him some garbage bags and to pay him. He began to give me the sap story and demanded I call her. So...I called her, and we determined that I would get the bags and his money, and since I had to leave shortly, Will would look over the work when RY2 was finished and pay him, if it was complete. When I left, there were open bags of leaves everywhere. When I arrived home...there were open bags of leaves everywhere. When I called my brother to ask what happened, he told me that RY2 was finished. I asked about the open bags, and Will said that RY2 promised that he'd close them and put them on the side of the road. So he paid him and left. So...I closed the bags and put them on the side of the road.
I have spent much of today ranting and raving about being conned and taken and how irate it makes me. Maybe it's a result of getting robbed at knifepoint in my car for accidentally cutting someone off. Maybe it's a result of being harassed in Subway by someone asking for money and then making comments about cutting someone up for crossing his path. Maybe it's a result of working over 40 hours a week, cleaning house, etc. in my spare time, and being taught that everything you do should be as if doing it for the Lord.
And it is this last statement that causes me trouble. It makes me really mad to feel taken advantage of. I've really considered putting up a sign at both doors: "NO SOLICITING!!! This means for yardwork, Girl Scout cookies, hand-outs, etc." However...when I think that what that really says is, "If you're looking for grace, you'll not find it here," that upsets me. I mean, Mom, and even my brother, has this soft place for people out to do a very little work for an unreasonable amount of money. I think our house is well known. I'm sure they say to each other, "Try to avoid going if the little white car is there. Look for the silver one." Mom and I have gone round and round over this kind of thing. I find it very easy to say "no." She says yes, tries to hide it from me, and then inevitably I find out, and we have a discussion about being suckered. I hate it.
And I really hate thinking that I have no mercy. Where is my compassion? And then I wonder...well, does having compassion mean being blind to being suckered? I mean, shouldn't we be able to expect to give what is due when it is due, and not until then? That guy had no intention of returning to our yard. At least, not until he needed the rest of the money. Had that policeman not told him that he would be seeking him out, RY2 would not have come back. And now...since I would rather have a yard free of open leaf-bags, when that policeman drives by, he will think that the job was done and go on about his way.
I haven't thought about myself as a heartless tight-wad. I like to think that I'm a generous, big-hearted, softy. HA !!!! One can dream. Anyway...It's times like these that I'm aware of the cynicism that is growing within me. There has to be a balance to it. Surely, there is a balance. I don't think that compassion is blind. I think compassion sees exactly what is there and still has pity. But it is not blind. Lord, help me to see what You see, and to act as You would want me to. Help me to not let the anger that wells up within me to govern my actions if You say to act otherwise. Show me what the balance is. I want it to be obvious that You, O Lord, are responsible for the grace being given and received. I don't want people to look at me and question my love for You. If being suckered is what it's going to take, then Lord let it be.

"Brushing Hair"...from Further Still by Beth Moore

I was in Knoxville airport waiting to board my plane. I had the Bible on my lap and was very intent upon what I was doing. I'd had a marvelous morning with the Lord. I say that because I want to tell you it is a scary thing to have the Spirit of God really working in you. You could end up doing some things you never would have done otherwise. Life in the Spirit can be dangerous for a thousand reasons not the least of which is your ego......
I tried to keep from staring but he was such a strange sight. Humped over in a wheelchair, he was skin and bones, dressed in clothes that obviously fit when he was at least twenty pounds heavier. His knees protruded from underneath his trousers, and his shoulders looked like the coat hanger was still in his shirt. His hands looked like tangled masses of veins and bones. The strangest part of him was his hair and nails. Stringy grey hair hungwell over his shoulders and down part of his back. His fingernails were long. Clean, but strangely out of place on an old man.
I looked down at my Bible as fast as I could, discomfort burning my face. As I tried to imagine what his story might have been, I found myself wondering if I'd just had a Howard Hughes sighting. Then, I remembered reading somewhere that he was dead. So this man in the airport...an impersonator maybe? Was a camera on us somewhere?....
There I sat trying to concentrate on the Word to keep from being concerned about a thin slice of humanity served on a wheelchair only a few seats from me. All the while my heart was growing more and more overwhelmed with a feeling for him. Let's admit it. Curiosity is a heap more comfortable than true concern, and suddenly I was awash with aching emotion for this bizarre-looking old man.
I had walked with God long enough to see the handwriting on the wall. I've learned that when I begin to feel what God feels, something so contrary to my natural feelings, something dramatic is bound to happen. And it may be embarrassing! I immediately began to resist because I could feel God working on my spirit and I started arguing with God in my mind. "Oh no, God please no." I looked up at the ceiling as if I could stare straight through it into heaven and said, "Don't make me witness to this man. Not right here and now. Please! I'll do anything! Put me on the same plane, but don't make me get up here and witness to this man in front of this gawking audience. Please, Lord!" ...
There I sat in begging His Highness, "Please don't make me witness to this man. Not now! I'll do it on the plane. Then I heard it..."I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to brush his hair." The words were so clear, my heart leapt into my throat, and my thoughts spun like a top. Do I witness to the man or brush his hair? No brainer. I looked straight back up at the ceiling and said, "God, as I live and breathe, I want you to know I am ready to witness to this man, now. I'm on this Lord. I'm you're girl! You've never seen a woman witness to a man faster in your life. What difference does it make if his hair is a mess if he is not redeemed? I am on him. I am going to witness to this man."
Again as clearly as I've ever heard an audible word, God seemed to write this statement across the wall of my mind. "That is not what I said, Beth. I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to go brush his hair." I looked up at God and quipped, "I don't have a hairbrush, it's in my suitcase. How am I suppose to brush his hair without a hairbrush?"...
God was so insistent that I involuntarily began to walk toward him as these thoughts came to me from God's word: "I will thoroughly finish you unto all good works." (2 Tim 3:7) I stumbled over to the wheelchair thinking I could use one myself. Even as I retell this story my pulse quickens and I feel those same butterflies. I knelt down in front of the man, and asked as demurely as possible, "Sir, may I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?"
He looked back at me and said, "What did you say?" "May I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?" To which he responded in volume ten, "Little lady, if you expect me to hear you, you're going to have to talk louder than that. At this point, I took a deep breath and blurted out, "SIR, MAY I HAVE THE PLEASURE OF BRUSHING YOUR HAIR?" At which point every eye in the place darted right at me. I was the only thing in the room looking more peculiar than old Mr. Longlocks. Face crimson and forehead breaking out in a sweat, I watched him look up at me with absolute shock on his face, and say, "If you really want to." Are you kidding? Of course I didn't want to. But God didn't seem interested in my personal preference right about then. He pressed on my heart until I could utter the words, "Yes, sir, I would be pleased. But I have one little problem, I don't have a hairbrush." "I have one in my bag," he responded. I went around to the back of that wheelchair, and I got on my hands and knees and unzipped the stranger's old carry-on, hardly believing what I was doing. I stood up and started brushing the old man's hair. It was perfectly clean, and clean smelling, but it was tangled and matted. I don't do many things well, but I must admit I've had notable experience untangling knotted hair, mothering two little girls. Like I'd done with either Amanda or Melissa in such a condition, I began brushing at the very bottom of the strands, remembering to take my time not to pull.
A miraculous thing happened to me as I started brushing that old man's hair. Everybody else in the room disappeared. There was no one alive for those moments except that old man and me. I brushed and I brushed and I brushed until every tangle was out of that hair. I know this sounds so strange but I've never felt that kind of love for another soul in my entire life. I believe with all my heart, I--for that few minutes--felt a portion of the very love of God. That He had overtaken my heart for a little while like someone renting a room and making Himself at home for a short while. The emotions were so strong and so pure that I knew they had to be God's.
His hair was finally as soft and smooth as an infant's. I slipped the brush back in the bag, went around the chair to face him. I got back down on my knees, put my hands on his knees, and said, "Sir, do you know my Jesus?" He said, "Yes, I do." Well, that figures! He explained, "I've known Him since I married my bride. She wouldn't marry me until I got to know the Savior. You see, the problem is, I haven't seen my bride in months. I've had open-heart surgery, and she's been too ill to come see me. I was sitting here thinking to myself, "What a mess I must be for my bride."
Only God knows how often He allows us to be part of a divine moment when we're completely unaware of the significance. This, on the other hand, was one of those rare encounters when I knew God had intervened in details only He could have known. It was a God moment, and I'll never forget it.
Our time came to board, and we were not on the same plane. I was deeply ashamed of how I'd acted earlier and would have been so proud to have accompanied him on that aircraft. I still had a few minutes, and as I gathered my things to board the plane, an airline hostess returned from the corridor, tears streaming down her cheeks. She said, "That old man's sitting on the plane, sobbing. Can you tell me what made you do that kind act?" I said "Do you know Jesus? He can be the bossiest thing!"
I learned something about God that day. He knows if you're exhausted, or hungry, if you're serving in the wrong place or it is time to move on but you feel too responsible to budge. He knows if you're hurting or feeling rejected. He knows if you're sick or drowning under a wave of temptation. Or, He knows if you just need your hair brushed. He sees you as an individual. Tell Him your need!
I got on my own flight, sobs choking my throat, wondering how many opportunities just like that one had I missed along the way...all because I didn't want people to think I was strange. God didn't send me to that old man. He sent that old man to me.
John 1:14 "The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth."

While in exile...

"Thus says the Lord of hosts, the God of Israel, to all the exiles whom I have sent into exile from Jerusalem to Babylon, 'Build houses, and live in them;

and plant gardens, and eat their produce.

Take wives and become the fathers of sons and daughters, and take wives for your sons and give your daughters to husbands, that they may bear sons and daughters; and multiply there and do not decrease.

And seek the welfare of the city where I have sent you into exile, and pray to the Lord on its behalf; for in its welfare you will have welfare.'...

"For thus says the Lord, 'When seventy years have been completed for Babylon, I will visit you and fulfill My good word to you, to bring you back to this place.

'For I know the plans that I have for you,' declares the Lord, 'plans for welfare and not for calamity to give you a future and a hope.

Then you will call upon Me and come and pray to Me, and I will listen to you. And you will seek Me and find Me, when you search for Me with all your heart.

And I will be found by you,' declares the Lord, '

and I will restore your fortunes and will gather you from all the nations and from all the places where I have driven you,' declares the Lord,

'and I will bring you back to the place from where I sent you into exile.'"

Jeremiah 29:4-7, 10-14

Hold On....Nicole Nordeman

"It will find you at the bottom of a bottle. I will find you at the needle's end. It will find you when you beg, steal, and borrow. It will follow you into a stranger's bed.

"It will find you when they serve you with the papers. It will find you when the locks are changed again. It will find you when you've called in all your favors. It will reach you on the bridge's highest ledge.

"So, baby, don't look down; it's a long way. The sun will come around for a new day. So, hold on; love will find you. Hold on; He's right behind you now. Just turn around, and love will find you.

"It will find you when the doctor's head is shaking. It will find you in a boardroom, mostly dead. It will crawl into the foxhole where you're praying. It will curl up in your halfway empty bed.

"So, baby, don't believe that it's over. Baby, you can't see 'round the corner. So, hold on; love will find you. Hold on; He's right behind you now. Just turn around, and love will find you.

"To hang between two thieves in the the darkness, love must believe you are worth it. You're worth it. So, hold on; love will find you. Hold on; He's right behind you now. Just turn around; He's right behind you now. Just turn around; Love will find you."

Command whatever You will...

"On your exceedingly great mercy rests all my hope. Give what you command, and then command whatever you will. You order us to practice continence. A certain writer tells us, I knew that no one can be continent except by God's gift, and that it is already a mark of wisdom to recognize whose gift this is.57 By continence the scattered elements of the self are collected and brought back into the unity from which we have slid away into dispersion; for anyone who loves something else along with you, but does not love it for your sake, loves you less. O Love, ever burning, never extinguished, O Charity, my God, set me on fire! You command continence: give what you command, and then command whatever you will."

-St. Augustine X:40
57: Wis 8:21

Belong....Chris Rice

"Fading memories ignored, I crawl across the forest floor.

Pool reflects an orphan child, dirty, lost, alone, and wild.

Fatherless, and nameless still; fallen heart, and broken,

Will there ever be a place where I belong?

"I cower 'neath the monster trees, and try to stand on tired feet.

But gravity knocks me to the ground,

where I give up and tears roll down.

I claw the dust and beg the end, curse the day that I began to hope

there'd be a place where I belong.

"I hear a sound I recognize. You lift my chin and seek my eyes.

The song of love You sing to me, I ache to sing it back to Thee.

'Father Love prepares a place, and brother Jesus leads the way,

Follow to the place where you belong.'

"How did I miss this wondrous song? The forest sang it all along.

River rinses all your shame, and Father offers you His name.

Father Love prepares a home, and brother Jesus leads you on,

Follow to the place where you belong.

"Father Love prepares a place, and brother Jesus leads the way,

Follow to the place where you belong."

Egg Bowl 2005

I wasn't able to get there, but I really wish I had been !!!!!! Go Dawgs !!!!!

Stewardship....

"We make a living by what we get; we make a life by what we give."

-Winston Churchill

Trail of the cross...

"If you are properly devoted to the Lord Jesus, you have reached the lofty height where no one would ever notice you personally. All that is noticed is the power of God coming through you all the time."

I got this quote from a link on my friend Leigh Anne's blog. I once heard it said that when you pick up your cross daily and follow Jesus, you don't leave your footprints behind, but you leave the trail of the cross.

To read this full devotion click here:

Photos from CA...

My brother and I recently went to Santa Barbara, CA to visit my grandmother (Dad's mom), Aunt Janet, and Cousin Willis. (Lizzie couldn't join us 'cause she was studying for some big tests.) It was BEAUTIFUL !!!!!!!

Here is (l to r) my brother, Aunt Janet, Poke (aka grandmother), and Willis. This was taken at the Mission in Santa Barbara. It was built sometime in the 1700s. It's really beautiful and full of history.








I took this picture at a Danish village up the coast from Santa Barbara. There was a huge windmill and all sorts of pastry shoppes. (Ah yes, the olde worlde spellingse.)









Here we are on the coast! We ate at this great little seafood place on the pier. We were sitting there, eating our lobster bisque, and these HUGE crabs were attempting an escape from the tank. The smaller ones would stand on top of each other, and the larger ones would take a running start like gymnasts jumping over the pummel horse. Too bad...they didn't make it.


How cool is this hydrangea??!!?? They had a bunch of them at this old hotel where we had Sunday brunch before having to say goodbye. The hotel was on the side of a mountain with this AWESOME view of the coast through the trees. It just blows my mind!!!







At the same hotel, they had this huge garden, complete with fountain and little pool with fish. I can't imagine living someplace where spring/summer is how you spend your entire year. No overcoats. No scarves. I'd love it, but I'd miss my scarves.

Be prepared...this one is long...

"Early Morning at the Manse: How a Father Fights for His Faith and His Family"
-John Piper

"Click. KSJN plays softly. Click. I turn it off in three seconds. It is 6:00 a.m. I want Noel to sleep till 6:30. I slip out from under the sheet and quilt and tuck them in around her again. 'God, I'm tired. Help me.' I can hardly move. My eyelids are paralyzed. I can lift them with my fingers. Not necessary. My blue energy boot slippers and terry cloth robe are in their usual spot on the floor by the bed. I could find them in my sleep.
"I'm sitting on the edge of the bed. 'Maybe I should sleep in this morning. Noel can get the boys off to school. I might get sick if I don't get more rest. I'll be more efficient. I spent half of my 'day off' at the hospital....Get off of me, Satan! In the name of Jesus Christ, the Almighty, get off my back! God, I'm tired. Help me....Those who wait upon the Lord will renew their strength. They will mount up with wings like eagles. They will run and not be weary.' (Isaiah 40:31)
"The slippers and robe are on now. The night-light in the bathroom spills out into the hall. I creep by the open door of the boys' bedroom on the way to the basement. 'God, thank you for my sons. Oh, how I love my boys! Wake them up in righteousness, Jesus.'
"The basement has no heat, but one room is finished and has a carpet and a sofa and a desk. Click. I turn the three-way lamp on low. It is 6:05. The Bible is open on the couch from the day before. There is an orange pillow for my elbows. I throw the brown sweater Noel made over my head like a monk's habit (to keep off the draft from the window) and begin.
"'God, I'm tired. Help me. Please, open my eyes so I can see wonders in your Word. Oh, God. Mighty God! Maker of heaven and earth and all the galaxies of the universe. That you should lend an ear to me in this little room half awake. That you should occupy yourself with me while millions of your people pray, and all the while you hold New York and Tokyo and Paris in the palm of your hand. That you should call this tempted flesh the temple of the Holy Spirit. That you speak to me from this page as personally and powerfully as though you sat here on the couch and talked. Oh, God, what condescension. What unutterable mercy to attend to a little ant like me. Help me believe, O God, and feel this truth: that all my hairs are numbered. 'Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help and my God' (Psalm 42:5-6, RSV).
"And now for my wife, Lord. Thank you for her. Protect her from harm and from the evil one. Give her joy in the ministry with me. Waken her this morning with a song of praise in her heart and on her lips. Give her vision for service in this neighborhood. Incline her heart to the Word and not to getting gain. Fill her with your Spirit--of wisdom and joy and righteousness. Make her a wise and happy mother. Oh, bind our hearts together as you bind our hearts to yours.
"And finally, my sons. Even in their sleep, Lord, turn their hearts to you. And when I wake them with your Word, sow that seed in humble, open soil. And send its roots down to the inner heart and make an oak of faith. Oh, Christ, take my sons for your servants. Obliterate rebellion from their hearts. And may they grow to godly manhood, full of love to you and love to men. Let them not love the world, nor give a hoot for things or praise. But may your glory be their passion day and night until the Kingdom comes.
"I meditate on Mark today and try to see the inner meaning on the miracle of the feeding of the five thousand. I think it means that Jesus is the all-sufficient One. Little is much when he is in it. You can never give so much that you have nothing left over.
"The grandfather clock sounds half the Westminster chime. It is 6:30. My heart is full. My eyes are open. My faith is alive. My joy is warm. My conscience is still. My hope is strong. I will awaken them all with love!"

The above was from Taste and See by John Piper. I highly recommend it. Oh, Lord...for a husband who prays like that...

10 Reasons to Listen to Questions Before You Answer

Fresh Words from John Piper.

God has been showing me how lately I really have a bad habit of doing this. Click the link to read.

Day 26

What Makes God's Work Shine

Brother Masseo asked Saint Francis of Assisi why all the world should go running after him, who was neither handsome nor learned nor even of noble birth. At this, Francis was overjoyed, and after kneeling to thank God, said, "Why me? Why me? The all-seeing God, looking down and finding nothing viler on Earth, quite naturally fixed His gaze on me. For to make His work shine forth in men's eyes, the Lord takes what is learned, strong, and noble, so that the glory may go to the sole Author of all good."

We are only pots--common ones of clay--so that the splendid power may belong to God and not to us (see 2 Cor 4:7).

{From Elisabeth Elliot's A Lamp Unto My Feet}

So...Do you trust me?

This past Wednesday night was Family Night Supper, and I made my apple crisp for the first time this season. How much do I love apple crisp? Very much. Anyway...on FNS nights, we break from the usual lesson with the kids and either sing the whole time or go to small groups or play or whatever. This past Wed., we sang some Christmas carols in preparation for our Christmas program. We only had 5 kids, so it was kinda relaxed. Well...after about 20 minutes, the kids were tired of singing, and so we did a short lesson. It was something I had done with the 4-6 year olds, but since it might be new to them, I decided to share.
I'm sure everyone has participated at some point in time in a "trust fall." You know..."close your eyes, hold out your arms, and just fall back, trusting that someone will catch you." Well...I asked for a volunteer. (About 10 hands went up. Remember, there's only 5 kids.) I asked my volunteer if he trusted me. "Yes." So I tried to get him to fall back. Um...no. About 15 degrees into the fall, he started stepping back and just leaning. So...We discussed that we can SAY that we trust someone, and we can THINK that we trust someone, but our ACTIONs will tell the truth.
What does God say about trust?

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not

lean on your own understanding. In all your ways

acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight."

Prov 3:5-6

Then we discussed the fact that it's scary to trust. And sometimes it surprises us to discover that we don't trust as much as we think we do. Nonetheless...God, who is SO worthy of our complete and utter trust, demands it of us.
And what surprised me, I think, most of all during this lesson, is that as I'm teaching, I'm hearing God say, "this lesson is for you." I even told the kids, toward the end of the lesson, that I struggle somewhere between the THINK and the ACTION of trust. It's scary for me, too. I don't stand before them as someone who has learned the lesson and perfected it in practice. I'm still learning and forcing myself to ACT like I trust God. The next morning, I had such hope, as I recited that verse over and over on the way to work. When I am puzzled by things, and confused as to whether I've got it figured out or not, "do not lean on (my) own understanding."
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart."
Right now, that is a truth and command that I must cling to tightly. Actually, it's a common thread throughout my short life. Trusting has always been hard for me. For someone who's had as many sudden, out-of-my-control events in my life, you'd think that trusting was something that would come easily to me. I mean, who better to be accustomed to not being in control? Not so much the case. But God is teaching, and I'm learning.

If...

"If I can enjoy a joke at the expense of another;
if I can in any way slight another in conversation,
or even in thought,
then I know nothing of Calvary love."

"Set a guard, O Lord, over my mouth;

Keep watch over the door of my lips."

Psalm 141:3

"If I belittle those whom I am called to serve,
talk of their weak points in constrast with what I
think of as my strong points;
if I adopt a superior attitude, forgetting
'who made thee to differ? and what hast thou that
thou hast not received?'
then I know nothing of Calvary love."


IF: written by Amy Carmichael

"This is what I do when I'm excited:"...

One of the benefits that I have as a single girl, is that I get to play, hang out with, and observe all of my friends' kids. I love watching them and seeing their little personalities. I have seen the older children convince the younger that the toy he has is not really the one he wants, and wouldn't he like to trade? And their facial expressions are huge. There is no subtle movement. When the eyebrows are up, they are WAY up. When the smile shows teeth, it shows ALL of the teeth. They will run and hug you, even give you a kiss sometimes, when all you did was walk in the door and smile at them. They do not leave you in doubt of what they are feeling.
I also help out with the Wednesday Night Live (WNL) childrens' ministry on (obviously) Wed. nights. I lead the music time, and then I teach, when they are there, the 4-6 year olds. There is one in particular who gave me the title of this post. His name is Ryan, and he is 6. He told me one night that "this" (the motion I'm about to describe) is what he does when he's excited about something. Imagine, if you will, a little boy with brown hair and big brown eyes. He takes his hands and puts them with the back of his wrists to each side of his nose. Then he wriggles his little fingers back and forth and amongst each other, while giggling, squinting his eyes, and hopping back and forth on each foot very quickly. If you've ever seen a little puppy try to contain all of its excited energy in one place, then you've seen Ryan's excited expression. Whenever the kids get split up into groups and given a challenge to complete, or they are told they can go to the treasure box and get a piece of candy, or they get cookies after dinner, or they get to go to the playground, you'll see Ryan doing his little motion. It is just too precious, and it brings a smile to my face to SEE him be happy.
This past week, we had a visitor at WNL. His name is Chris, and he turned 16 years old on Wed. Why, might you ask, would a 16 year old be attending a childrens' ministry? (The program is for 4 year olds and up through the 6th grade.) The reason is because Chris was born addicted to cocaine. He wears a hearing aid, and mentally, he is many years younger than his age. Anyway...It was his birthday, and Bro. Gary suggested we get him a cake, etc. So we did. I wish that you could have seen his face when we came out singing "Happy Birthday" with that cake. At first, he was puzzled...then he pointed to himself, as if to question the gift. When we sang his name, and he realized it was HIS cake...he bounced up and down in his chair, clapped his hands rapidly, and just squealed with joy. He looked around at all the kids singing and all the adults singing, and just grinned the biggest grin ever. He was SO excited!! His mom came up later and said that he had just asked her earlier if he would get a cake for his birthday, and she had said yes, not knowing if she could get him one. It has been a few days since that happened, and it still brings tears to my eyes. I had the priviledge of being a part of bringing a child such joy that he couldn't even contain it.
I think that as adults, we somehow lose that freedom...the freedom of trying our hardest to express joy inexpressible. We keep up that facade of "maturity" and stand or sit still. Or maybe that's not our problem. Maybe we don't get excited about anything anymore. Maybe all the joy in life has been drained away, and we don't even know that it happened. Heaven please forbid.
As I watched that precious boy clap and laugh at the knowledge of receiving such a small gift, I thought, "I bet God loves it when we do the same to Him." I mean...what is a true expression of joy without also being an expression of gratitude? I'm not saying that every time we are overflowing with joy that we should run around, screaming and shouting. And I'm not saying that we should stand sedately, thinking we lose reverance if we budge. But when was the last time that in the solitude of your bedroom, apartment, car, where-ever, you laughed and jumped around because you couldn't contain the joy inside? Chris Rice sings about it. Little kids do it impulsively. King David danced with joy, because he just couldn't be still and express that much joy. The word "overflow" means that it is SO MUCH that it can't be contained.
Unbeknownst to some of you, and sadly, known a little too well to a few others, I still jump up and down and scream and laugh when I'm really excited or happy. I can't help it. I'm still a kid in many ways. And I don't want to get into some long discussion on the appropriate posture or behavior for worship (ie. in the church). I just hope that each of us, in our daily, personal walk with the Lord, would show Him some of that uncontainable joy that is a result of knowing Him.

Do the next thing...

My brother and I were talking, oh, probably about a month or more ago, about the future and setting goals and stuff. He said that he had always supposed the main difference between the two of us was that I set goals to achieve, and he didn't. Of course, I had to set the record straight. I don't know that I've ever really set a goal in my life. I've just always done the next thing. Hard to believe for some, I guess, but it's really true. A couple of years ago, I came across this poem (from an old Saxon legend) in Elisabeth Elliot's Secure in the Everlasting Arms:

"Many a questioning, many a fear.

Many a doubt hath its quieting here.

Moment by moment, let down from heaven,

Time, opportunity, guidance are given.

Fear not tomorrows, child of the King--

Trust them with Jesus. Do the next thing!"

Anyway...we were talking about him finding a job and what kind, and for how long, etc. And I passed along that little bit of advice, as well as some other encouragement I'd been given by some friends, in that as we do the next thing, God shows us the next thing, and then the next, etc. Well...he got a job, one that he's not super excited about, but that he can do and at the end of three months, he/they will decide if he will stay or not. Well...he now knows he doesn't really want to stay, but he hasn't known in what direction to go. WELL...he told me the other night that as someone was checking out (Will is a receptionist at a vet clinic. Go figure!), he had to explain some charges on the guy's bill. To make a interesting-to-probably-only-me-story short, he found out that they both have the same degree, and that this guy (a prosecuting attorney) may have a job for him whenever he's ready. THEN that same day, he met someone he already knew but found out that she, too, is a receptionist at a vet clinic, and looking to work at a different clinic. Voila! Possible new job and possible new replacement in the same day.

While I was listening to Will get excited about the possibility of this new job, and being amazed at how it was all coming together, I, too, was in awe. I mean, could this possibly demonstrate any better "Trust them to Jesus. Do the next thing"?
So as I walk, I am reminded of this: "Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path." (Ps 119:105). As most everyone has heard, the lamp that you carry shows only enough light for the next step, and no more. I have just really been encouraged to see, yet again, how God WILL show you the next step, and then the next, and so on. Plus, I have also seen how the steps may not come day to day or week to week. My brother and I had that discussion close to a month or more ago. It wasn't until this week that he got, quite possibly, the next thing. Other friends have said it took years before the next thing was brought. You see, I get so impatient to see God move quickly. But He doesn't move on my timetable. (Hallelujah!) The thing to remember is that He IS moving.
I feel so elementary in my learning processes. I've had this knowledge for quite some time now, and yet I didn't really get it. I am still learning to trust God in EVERY aspect of my life. I mean, it's easy to trust God with my husband, house, and kids. These are things I DON'T have and DON'T face on a daily basis. However, I worry about all sorts of other little things that are completely stupid. How freeing and relaxing it is to KNOW that God is at work, and that He WILL show me the next thing.

By the way, I HIGHLY recommend Secure in the Everlasting Arms by Elisabeth Elliot. She is such a great author, and when I read it the first time, I thought for sure she had written it just for me. Get it. Read it.

Introducing...three

This is Spike. Aka. Spud, Sparticus, and Sparkle. But when he gets out of the yard, he doesn't really answer to anything. He's everyone's favorite.

Introducing...too

This is Maggie. Her full name is Miss Magnolia Festival of 1996. I didn't name her...I promise. She also answers to Magpie, Magdalene, Mags, and Magnolia (of course). She'll be 10 years old this month. She's getting old. It's kinda sad.

Introducing...

the dogs:


This is Jane. I adopted her my second year of vet school. She is the best dog and my running buddy.

Come to Jesus....Chris Rice

"Weak and wounded sinner, lost and left to die, well raise your head for love is passing by. Come to Jesus. Come to Jesus. Come to Jesus and live.

"Now your burdens lifted, and carried far away. Precious blood has washed away the stain. So sing to Jesus. Sing to Jesus. Sing to Jesus and live.

"Like a newborn baby, don't be afraid to crawl. And remember when you walk, sometimes we fall. So fall on Jesus. Fall on Jesus. Fall on Jesus and live.

"Sometimes the way is lonely, and steep, and filled with pain. So if your sky is dark and pours the rain. Cry to Jesus. Cry to Jesus. Cry to Jesus and live.

"Oh and when the joy spills over, and music fills the night. And when you can't contain the joy inside. Dance for Jesus. Dance for Jesus. Dance for Jesus and live.

"And with your final heartbeat, kiss the world goodbye. And go in peace, and laugh on glory's side. Fly to Jesus. Fly to Jesus. Fly to Jesus and live."

my clothes are too big...

Here lately, Romans 12:2, as well as some others, have been hanging out in my head. Much of it all goes back to what I said earlier about having to form new habits.
I read a book recently, at the recommendation of several godly women, through which I was surprised to learn how much I had "conformed to this world" in some areas of thinking. Even though I have filtered much of the movies and t.v. and music that I am surrounded by, and even though I have grown up in a Bible-believing church and been taught by a godly pastor and Sunday school teachers, I still had the hairs of pride stand up on the back of my neck as I read and felt slighted at some of what she (the author) had to say. And immediately I wondered at myself, because the author is scripturally sound, and I was having a hard time submitting to it. It just made me have to sit down and rethink alot of things that I never knew I had even formed an opinion about but that somehow I had. (Did that last sentence make sense? I don't know how to word it any better.) I agree with the author, and I highly recommend the book, but I was surprised at what I had learned about myself in the process.
It was my turn to teach the Wednesday Night Live kids last week, and my topic was sanctification. One of the visuals was that of a child wearing clothes that are too big. The idea was that as Christians, we are to "grow up" in Christ, to be sanctified: set apart, made more like Christ. It's such a great visual. I wish I had taken pictures. As I was getting ready, I also realized that as Christians, we want, and sometimes expect, the clothes to fit immediately. I remember being in Mongolia and asking the head missionary there why the Mongolian Christians still lied. His response was that it was in their culture to do it. No one had ever told them that they had to tell the truth. They needed to be taught, and re-taught, what is true and right. Then, they had to make it a habit to choose what is right. It is not in our nature to continually choose what is right.
As for expecting the clothes to fit immediately...I know I have been guilty of both expecting others' "clothes" to fit, as well as getting very discouraged with myself when my "clothes" didn't fit yet. My point is that as Christians, we are all still growing. I can't give up simply 'cause I'm not there yet. I'll never be there...in this life; on this earth. No one else will either. It is something I too easily forget. I can be pretty hard on other people, as well as myself.
So how do I continue to grow? Another section that has been a mantra for the past couple of weeks:

"Do you not know that those who run in a race all run, but only one receives the prize? Run in such a way that you may win. And everyone who competes in the games exercises self-control in all things. They then do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable. Therefore I run in such a way, as not without aim; I box in such a way, as not beating the air; but I buffet my body and make it my slave, lest possibly, after I have preached to others, I myself should be diqualified."
1 Cor 9:24-27

I guess, since I've been running, that verse has had dual meaning for me. Getting up early and running is neither natural nor easy for me. I have to buffet my body and make it get out of that comfortable, warm, topped-with-the-best-down-comforter-ever, bed and go wear myself out. Likewise, it is not natural for me to have the mindset of Christ. It is something that I must work at and pray for more of. And then I must listen and obey when I hear Him direct. How many times, as a child, did I hear my parents say, "I need you to obey me the first time I tell you"? How many times has God said the same? How many times would I have avoided failure in so many areas if I had obeyed the first time?
It's all about forming new habits...willfully buffeting my body and mind into turning from that which separates me from my Lord, and running (consistently, mentally, emotionally) to Him. To run in such as way as to win the prize.

The book I mentioned earlier: "Created to be His Helpmeet" by Debi Pearl.

Romans 12:1-2

"I urge you therefore, brethren, by the mercies

of God, to present your bodies a living and holy sacrifice,

acceptable to God, which is your spiritual service of worship.

"And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed

by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove

what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable

and perfect."

Romans 8:35-39

"Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall

tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness,

or peril, or sword? Just as it is written, 'For Thy sake we are being

put to death all day long; We were considered as sheep

to be slaughtered'. But in all these things we overwhelmingly

conquer through Him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither

death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present,

nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth,

nor any other created thing,

shall be able to separate us from the love of God,

which is in Christ Jesus our Lord."

Constant in Prayer...

Well...I have started jogging about 3 times a week, and it was suggested to me to download some of John Piper's sermons to listen to as I go. Since I'm not a fan of talk radio, I didn't think I'd like trying to exercise to a sermon. This thing is...when you're out early in the morning, and you're not distracted by your surroundings, and you're focused, it's the perfect thing to listen to. I listened to "Be Constant in Prayer for the Joy of Hope" today. Umm...Wow. I highly recommend it. In fact, I've included a link to Piper's website for those who want to download and listen to that one and more.

Lyrics...Jeremy Camp

"My Desire"

"You want to be real. You want to be empty inside. You want to be someone laying down your pride. You want to be someone someday, then lay it all down before the King.

"You want to be whole. You want to have purpose inside. You want to have virtue and purify your mind. You want to be set free today then lay it all down before the King.

"This is my desire. This is my return. This is my desire, to be used by You.

"You want to be real. You want to be emptied inside. And I know my heart: is to feel You near, and I know my life: it's to do Your will. It's to do Your will.

"All my life I have seen where you've taken me beyond all I have hoped and there's more left unseen. There's not much I can do to repay all you've done so I give my hands to use.

"This is my desire. This is my return. This is my desire, to be used by You."

Another World...

"If I find in myself a desire which no experience

in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation

is that I was made for another world."

C. S. Lewis

"For here we do not have a lasting city,

but we are seeking the city which is to come."

Heb 13:14

Big Spoon Faith

Well...quite a bit has happened over the last couple of weeks. So much, in fact, that I had to share.
Our church decided soon after Katrina hit the coast that we'd help feed people each night. Actually, we decided that we'd feed people for Wednesday and Thursday nights, and that we'd "think" about feeding them through the wkd depending on the need. What part did I play? I traveled to all the hotels in the area and passed out fliers with the necessary information. To make a long story short, I was SO overwhelmed by the numbers of people, that I elected (foolishly) not to send fliers to a hotel in Marion. My thought: "Well...I've already had to ask Bro. Gary to get more lasagna, so we'll see what the turn-out is tonight, and I can always take the fliers by tomorrow if we don't overflow tonight."
That night, we fed somewhere between 150 and 200 people. At the end of the evening, even after sending out plates of food and dessert, the kitchen staff was able to sit down and finish off the last tray of lasagna. It is a humbling experience to eat food that you know is/was blessed. With each bite, I was reminded of my own faithlessness earlier that day. Who was I to say that God couldn't feed as many people as showed up? When did it become my job to determine what God could and couldn't do? I had completely forgotten the loaves of bread and fish.
The next night, before we started serving people, someone called in and asked for 14 plates of food. (They had picked up 8 the night before.) As I stood in that kitchen, I was amazed at the discussion that took place in lieu of the plate preparation. "Would we have enough food?" "There were so many last night, wouldn't there be as many, if not more, tonight?" "14....that's alot of food." Well....I couldn't believe my ears. I didn't want to re-live the shame of the night before. So...again to make a long story short, we prepared the plates. In the process, it was pointed out that we only had 2 very large tubs of veggies, so couldn't we just put less than a serving-spoon full on each plate? After all, "there may not be enough." That night...we fed about 50 people. We had veggies, chicken and dumplins', and fried chicken coming out of our ears.
The lesson from all of this: I want to have, and live, big spoon faith. It's the kind of faith that says "I can serve large, heaping spoonfuls, because God will provide." That kind of faith is nothing new. It is "...the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen." (Heb 11:1) It is an action. It is proceeding based on the belief that God is big enough and is in charge enough to take care of whatever lies ahead. If we are in His will, then we are under His protection. Does that mean nothing but cushy times lay ahead? Certainly not. But does it mean that when tough times occur, that He has ceased to be in control or to care? Absolutely not.
AND....since that time, I have been awed by even more. God answered the smallest of my prayers in such an obvious way, and I was completely blown away. Both by the fact that He chose to answer "yes" when He could have said "no," and by the fact that I was so surprised that He did choose "yes"to such a small, selfish request. I mean, I think we get so accustomed to rattling off requests that I think we often forget to actually talk to God from our heart. We don't ask for things, because we decide that they aren't worth God's time to listen to or grant. "Surely that is something stupid that I shouldn't even bother God with." Again...faithlessness. God desires a PERSONAL relationship with us. How freeing it is to come to God with EVERYTHING. Everything!! And, I was reminded, yet again, that God is in control of even the tiniest of events in our lives. And if He is in control of the small things, then how much more does He orchestrate the big things.
I am, unfortunately, a worrier. I get so caught up in trying to see 10 years from now, that I have a hard time taking the next step. I am learning, thankfully, to obediently take that next step regardless of what I think or the fear that I feel. I have experienced a new confidence that I don't remember having for a very long time. Why do I doubt? What do I fear? Because I am such an idiot.
Anyway...I hope that I will remember and continue to live these lessons that I'm learning. I seem to have to relearn them over and over again. You'd think that I would have gotten some of them by now. It's all about training and conditioning myself to obey. For example, my body does not like to get up early and run. But my body is not in authority over me. The natural is exactly that: natural...comfortable...habitual. I have to form new habits. Am I making any kind of sense? I know I'm not saying anything that hasn't been said before. I am just really encouraged and excited to see God at work and to see what He's going to do. 'Cause the possiblities are unlimited.

Be Still My Soul...Katharina von Schlegel

"Be still my soul, the Lord is on thy side! Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain; leave to thy God to order and provide, in every change, He faithful will remain. Be still my soul, thy best, thy heavenly Friend through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

"Be still my soul, thy God doth undertake to guide the future as He has the past; thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake, all now mysterious shall be bright at last. Be still my soul, the waves and winds still know His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.

"Be still my soul, the hour is hastening on when we shall be forever with the Lord, when disappointment, grief, and fear are gone. Sorrows forgot; love's purest joys restored. Be still my soul, when change and tears are past, all safe and blessed, we shall meet at last."

Hymn 410...It Is Well

"When peace like a river attendeth my way, when sorrows like sea billows roll, whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, 'It is well; it is well with my soul.'

"Though Satan should buffet when trials should come, let this blessed assurance control, that Christ has regarded my helpless estate and has shed His own blood for my soul.

"My sin, oh the bliss of this glorious thought, my sin, not in part, but the whole, is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more. Praise the Lord; Praise the Lord, oh my soul!

"And Lord haste the day when my faith shall be sight...the clouds be rolled back as a scroll...the trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend, even so, it is well with my soul!

"It is well (it is well) with my soul (with my soul). It is well; it is well with my soul."

Someday...Nicole Nordeman

"I believe in the rest of the story. I believe there's still ink in the pen. I have wasted my very last day trying to change what happened way back when. I believe it's the human condition. We all need to have answers to why. More than ever, I'm ready to say that I will still sleep peacefully with answers out of reach from me.

"Until someday all that's crazy, all that's unexplained, will fall into place. And someday all that's hazy through a clouded glass will be clear at last. And sometimes we're just waiting for someday.

"We are born with a lingering hunger. We are born to be unsatisfied. We are strangers who can't help but wander and dream about the other side of...Every puzzle's missing piece, every unsolved mystery. More than half of every whole rests in the Hands that hold you for someday.

"Someday all that's crazy, all that's unexplained, will be beautiful, beautiful. And someday all that's hazy through a clouded glass will be clear at last. 'Cause sometimes we're just waiting for someday."

Lyrics...Nicole Nordeman

We Build by Nicole Nordeman

"It's bigger than we thought; it's taller than it ought to be, this pile of rubble and ruins. The neighbors must talk. It's the worst yard on the block. Just branches and boards where walls stood. Did it seem to you like the storm just knew we weren't quite finished with the roof when it started?

"So we build...we build. We clear away what was and make room for what will be. If you hold the nails, I'll take the hammer. I'll hold it still, if you'll climb the ladder.

If you will, I will build.

"On any given day we could simply walk away and let someone else hold the pieces. The lie that we tell says it's better somewhere else. As if love flies south when it freezes. What I'm trying to say, in some clumsy way, is that it's you and only you, for always.

"That's why we build...we build. We clear away what was and make room for what will be. If you hold the nails, I'll take the hammer. I'll hold it still, if you'll climb the ladder.

If you will, then I will build.

"What I'm trying to say, in some clumsy way is that it's you and only you, not just for now, not just today. But it's you and only you for always. If you hold the nails, I'll take the hammer. I'll hold it still, if you'll climb the ladder. If you will, then I will build."

Lyrics...Natalie Grant

This is a song that has just recently been recorded and getting some air-time by Natalie Grant. The song is titled "Held," and I've been listening to it nonstop since I got the track a few days ago. It talks about suffering and how sometimes we think that as Christians we should be exempt from pain. But we're not. The promise was not that life would be smooth sailing, but that when everything dear to us falls apart, betrays us, crashes and burns, leaving us alone and trembling in the pile of ashes, that He would still be there. In my small life, I have had some suffering. But I cannot begin to compare it with some of the things either my friends or people I've known have experienced. But I can promise one thing: I have been held by the everlasting arms.

"Two months is too little. They let him go. They had no sudden healing. To think that Providence would take a child from his mother while she prays is appalling. Who told us we'd be rescued? What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares? We're asking why this happens to us to have died to live? It's unfair.

"This is what it means to be held. How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life and you survive. This is what it is to be loved, and to know that the promise was when everything fell we'd be held.

"This hand is bitterness. We want to taste it and let the hatred numb our sorrow. The wise hand opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow.

"This is what it means to be held. How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life and you survive. This is what it is to be loved, and to know that the promise was when everything fell we'd be held.

"If hope is born of suffering, if this is only the beginning, can we not wait for one hour watching for our Saviour?

"This is what it means to be held. How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life and you survive. This is what it is to be loved, and to know that the promise was when everything fell we'd be held...This is what it means to be held."

Lyrics....Nicole Nordeman

The following is the lyrics to Nicole Nordeman's song "My Offering" on the Woven and Spun cd. (A cd, by the way, that I would wholly recommend to anyone and everyone. The entire cd is awesome.) If I could play the piano very well, I'd learn this song. I think it's just beautiful. The ultimate message is one I'd want said of my life: no matter what God has made me, I do and will have a song of praise to sing.

"If you made me, like the grass that is green, growing tall and covering the hills above me, maybe I would pray for sunshine and a little rain to fall now and then to make me lovely. I would be a place where sheep could graze or barefoot feet could play. I would grow and grow, and hope You'd bend down low, and I would sing my offering.

"Open up the heavens; open up the sky. 'Cause all of Your creation wants to testify. I have a song. So let the earth sing along. 'Cause I just want to praise You.

"If you made me like a cloud in the sky and found the perfect place way up high where I could hover. Maybe I would pray for skies that were blue or a sunset or two to show Your colors. Or maybe I might be a mountain tall and steep. But I would try and stand as tall as I can, and I would sing my offering.

"Open up the heavens; open up the sky. 'Cause all of Your creation wants to testify. I have a song. So let the earth sing along. 'Cause I just want to praise You.

"The sun every morning cannot wait to shine. And the stars in the evening are all standing by to light the sky. Give the rocks and the stones voices of their own if we forget to sing praises to our King.

"Open up the heavens; open up the sky. 'Cause all of Your creation wants to testify. We just want to praise You; we just want to praise You."

Jim Elliot

"Let not our longing slay the appetite of our living."

"...Lamentations 3:2: 'He hath led me, and brought me into darkness, but not into light.' Because I cannot see, nor even assuredly feel, His satisfaction with me, I cannot doubt the leading simply because of the dark. The leading is nonetheless real; the pathway has simply been into a place I didn't expect or ask for."

Good Quotes...Amy Carmichael

"I wish Thy way,
But when in me myself would rise,
And long for something otherwise,
Then, Holy One, take sword and spear,
And slay."

"Oh Thou who art my quietness, my deep repose,
My rest from strife of tongues, my holy hill,
Fair is Thy pavilion, where I hold me still.
Back let them fall from me, my clamorous foes,
Confusions multiplied;
From crowding things of sense I flee, and in Thee hide,
Until this tyranny be overpast,
Thy hand will hold me fast;
What though the tumult of the storm increase,
Grant to Thy servant strength, O Lord,
And bless with peace."

"Hold me in quiet through the age-long minute,
When Thou art silent, and the wind is shrill.
Can a boat sink when Thou, dear Lord, art in it?
Can the heart faint that waiteth on Thy will?"

"From prayer that asks that I may be,
Sheltered from winds that beat on Thee,
From fearing when I shoud aspire,
From faltering when I should climb higher,
From silken self, O Captain, free
Thy soldier who would follow Thee.

"From subtle love of softening things,
From easy choices, weakenings,
(Not thus are spirits fortified,
Not this way went the crucified,)
From all that dims Thy Calvary,
O Lamb of God, deliver me.

"Give me the love that leads the way,
The faith that nothing can dismay,
The hope no disappointments tire,
The passion that will burn like fire,
Let me not sink to be a clod;
Make me Thy fuel, Flame of God."

"Lord, grant to me a quiet mind,
That trusting Thee--for Thou art kind--
I may go on without a fear,
For Thou, my Lord, art always near."

"He said, 'I will forget the dying faces;
The empty places--
They shall be filled again.
O voices moaning deep within me, cease.'
But vain the word; vain, vain:
Not in forgetting lieth peace.

"He said, 'I will crowd action upon action;
The strife of faction
Shall stir me and sustain.
O tears that drown the fire of manhood, cease.'
But vain the word; vain, vain:
Not in endeavor lieth peace.

"He said, 'I will withdraw me and be quiet;
Why meddle in life's riot?
Shut be my door to pain.
Desire, thou dost befool me; thou shalt cease.'
But vain the word; vain, vain:
Not in aloofness lieth peace.

"He said, 'I will submit; I am defeated.
God hath depleted
My life of its rich gain.
O futile murmurings, why will ye not cease?'
But vain the word; vain, vain:
Not in submission lieth peace.

"He said, 'I will accept the breaking sorrow
Which God tomorrow
Will to His son explain."
Then did the turmoil deep within him cease.
Not vain the word, not vain;
For in acceptance lieth peace."

"See in this which seems to stir up
all you most wish were not stirred up--
see in it a chance to die to self in every form.
Accept it as just that--a chance to die."