Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Why I, God's Prodigal Daughter, Need Christmas

The early spring birds were singing the day she was born. Her parents looked at her with overflowing love as they contemplated the blessing that had been given to them. Into her soft newborn hair, her mother whispered a prayer of thanks to her Heavenly Father. They kissed her temples and marveled at this new love.

The spring birds turned to summer flowers and long warm days.  Her parents brought her into their church to give her God's gift of baptism. Her new church family smiled as they watched her receive the sign of the Holy Spirit upon her forehead and upon her heart. 

The little baby grew and grew.  All the while her parents told her they loved her, and that Jesus loved her.  But she wasn't perfect.  As she grew, so did her free will.  Many of her choices pleased her parents, but there were others that did not.  Like the time she disobeyed and crossed the street to ride her bike, although she knew that was outside of her "boundaries." Or the time she gave her sister a little shove down a dirt hill. Or the time she lied to her grandparents. She was sorry for all of these choices, and her parents knew of her regret. She received her consequences and was forgiven. 

She went to school and learned more and more each day of her Savior. She came to know of Him and His stories as if they were second nature to her.  She felt at home in his house, sang in children's choir, and said prayers with her parents each night before bed. She loved her Heavenly Father.  But still, she made those bad choices.  Amidst all the good, there was still the bad.  Those times when she gossiped about a school mate, lied to her parents, glanced at a friend's test, or disobeyed a teacher. She knew the choices were bad, and asked God for forgiveness.  Sometimes.

The clock kept ticking, and she grew and grew.  She became a young lady, confirmed in Christ. The pastor gave her a special verse on that day, Matthew 28:20, "I am with you always, even unto the end of the age." It stuck with her, and she often remembered it when she was feeling pushed and pulled by a world that didn't show His love. When things were hard and her choice became even harder.  As a bigger girl, she had bigger choices…and bigger opportunities for mistakes.  Just like when she was a child, she made many good choices.  She felt God's love and guiding hand as she steered her way through high school.  She still made her bad choices, but she knew her Savior, and was confident in his forgiveness.  

She passed through birthdays, driver's tests, college entrance exams, and finally graduation.  She knew she someday wanted to be a teacher, so made plans to go to a Lutheran University. She skipped off to school with an absentminded wave to her parents (those same parents who prayed into her soft infant hair and kissed her warm temples) and launched at full speed into her first year of college. And began to make bad choices. 

Bad choices about studying. Bad choices about friends. In her heart, she knew that every decision she made would bring her closer or further away from her Father. But it wasn't too convenient to dwell on those facts, so she shut them behind a door and went on her way. 

Her parents came to visit, and she visited home.  They went to church, but now she felt guilt instead of the overwhelming love and peace she had felt as a child. So she shut that behind the door too, and went on her way.

Her parents and sister prayed for her.  Her grandparents prayed for her.  The Holy Spirit prayed for her.  Her Heavenly Father, the one who promised to be with her wherever she went, kept His promise.  He was there with her always, through every bad choice.  He did not leave her, could not leave His beautiful daughter that He loved so infinitely much. 

Slowly, it seemed to her, she grew and grew.  Through the prayers of her family, help of teachers God sent her, friends He put in her path, and finally a young man God placed next to her, she slowly began to see Her Savior again. She opened the door and let Him back in.  

Then one day after graduation she was called to serve as a teacher in a Lutheran School, just like the one where she grew up.  She was amazed and thankful to God for this gift.  She knew how He had stayed next to her in her rough times and was humbled to know He loved her still. She loved that first year of teaching, and felt instantly at home in His house.  She sang in the choir, prayed at devotions with her fellow teachers, and stole quiet moments in the chapel. 

But still, she didn't make perfect choices.  How could she? She was sinful. Time and again, He forgave her.

Another year ticked by and she married that young man God had sent her.  All the while their parents prayed for them, their grandparents prayed for them, the Holy Spirit prayed for them. They pleased God with their choices, but also grieved him.  They worshiped Him, loved Him and asked His forgiveness.  He freely gave it to them. 

They grew and grew together.  Then one day God blessed them with a baby. They marveled at his perfectness, they looked into his blue eyes and were overwhelmed with love. 

She held her baby boy and whispered a prayer of thanks to God into his soft hair, she kissed his warm temples and prayed. In her entire lifetime, there had not been a day that she had not needed her Savior. She knew, as she quietly looked at her tiny miracle, that it would be the same for her little boy. He would always need his Savior. He would make good choices and bad. He would struggle, but his Savior would never leave him. She would never stop praying for him.  His father would always pray for him. His grandparents would always pray for him.  The Holy Spirit would always pray for him.  

Now she looks and listens as her children play.  She watches them grow and learn at the same school she taught. She sees their love for their Savior.  Her heart overflows. She glances at her Christmas tree as she types, and feels a rush of emotion as she thanks God for the birth of His son.  Every day of her life she has needed her Savior.  Every day of her children's lives have they needed their Savior.  Every time they make a bad decision or a foolish choice, every sin they commit.  They need the forgiveness of their Savior. 

Here, within the red, the green, the ribbons and bows is the true reason she loves Christmas. The birth of her Savior…and His ultimate sacrifice for her salvation.  

She kisses her daughter's ten year old temples, and thanks God for the birth of her Savior.  He was born for her, for her husband, for her three beautiful children. Because we all need Him, every single day.

Merry Christmas! May the wonder of Christ's birth, and the amazing gift He gave you fill you all with peace!













Thursday, December 11, 2014

My Grandmother and How She Was Just About God!

In December, I often think of my grandmother.  Truthfully, I think about her all the time. She left a legacy of love with her children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews, in-laws, son in laws, grandson-in laws, and so many more. She was born on December 14, 1927.

Today, this is how she came to mind...

Amidst the busy month of December, I have been trying to carve out a time to focus on God's word.  Like a true prodigal daughter, I wander away from Him every day.  This girl knows that God promises to speak to me through His word!  God's word is His lifeline to me, but do I turn to it often enough? Definitely not.  I try to tackle my day or my week all alone…and then I wonder why I'm stressed.

This morning I got out my bible (and probably looked completely foolish if neighbor might have peeked through the window), randomly opened it and laid my forehead down somewhere in Judges.  Perhaps I felt that if my head was that close to God's word, maybe I could make my heart follow along! I prayed that I would be able to "bring down my walls" that I put up…the ones that keep me preoccupied and distracted while I pray and read and study. I prayed that I would hear, feel and see God speaking to me through His word.

I was reading in Luke about Jesus staying behind in the temple while his family traveled on ahead, and how he worried his mother. When she questioned him, he replied,

"Why were you searching for me?" He asked them.  "Didn't you know that I had to be in my Father's house?" Luke 2:49

The author of my devotion* had this to say about this verse:
"In my opinion, Christ's response was quite interesting.  I've searched every Greek translation I can find, and none of my resources have an original word that directly translates to "house" or "business" in verse 49.  From what I can gather, a more precise translation of Christ's response might be: "Didn't you know that I had to be about my Father?"
"That question implies the desire of my heart more than any other I can imagine.  I just want to be about God.  Not about ministry.  Not about my own agenda. Not about writing books and Bible studies. Not about me at all.  When all is said and done I would give my life for people to be able to say, "She was just about God." That would be the ultimate legacy."

Immediately as I read the last paragraph, I thought of my grandmother.  Just about anyone who knew her would say that she was "just about God!" Her fellow Realtors in her office knew she was just about God.  The sales clerk at her favorite store knew she was just about God. Her neighbors and the mailman knew she was just about God. The nurses in the hospital during her surgeries knew she was just about God.  The QVC operator probably knew she was just about God. 

What a legacy!!!  Her strong faith and commitment to our Savior was uncontainable and irrepressible!  She knew (even though I know she struggled just like we all do) that her life was not about her own agenda. She knew God would use her to bring Him to others, and she literally craved the opportunities.  She wasn't afraid of looking foolish or being embarrassed by showing her faith. She just loved him so very much. Oh man, she was Just About God!

Happy Birthday to my dear, amazing, grandmother! For your past 14 birthdays you have been resting in Christ, finally wrapped in the warmth of the Savior you worshipped and served for so long! My heart is so happy for you!

Dear Lord, may I be Just About You! May no other distractions get in the way of being about your agenda, not my own. This season is all about your birth, and your life given for our salvation. That should be my agenda: making sure everyone knows this news! NOT rushing to get the cookies baked in time for the Christmas party, NOT hurriedly putting up the twinkle lights on the front porch, NOT fretting over gift selections. Thank you for opening my heart and eyes to hear and see this message today. I love you Lord, and may everyone I know see your love through me! Amen


* Jesus Day By Day, Beth Moore










Thursday, December 4, 2014

False Hope and Chasing Peace

Hope. Peace. Love. Joy. 



Oh how these words echo throughout my mind during Advent.  They are so important to me, that I bring them out…one by one…to boldly exclaim my excitement for Christ's birth.

Sometimes I feel like I am chasing these gifts.  Most specifically, peace.  I crave peace. That euphoric feeling when nothing is bothering me, when everyone is healthy, when there are no nagging little worries.

Sometimes I feel false hope. First its joy, followed by that terrifying feeling when you realize a doctor has given you an incorrect diagnosis.  Or first you feel bliss, then devastation when someone you love deceives you.  You wonder how you can ever put hope in anything, when everything and everyone has the potential to let you down.

Sometimes I have been mistaken about who really loves me.  I have put my love and trust in people who I thought (and hoped) returned my feelings. I know and remember the pain when that illusion is shattered, when I felt the emptiness in that very place I had thought was filled with love. It became an empty, gaping hole in my heart.

And joy.  I have felt joy in my hope, in my peace and in my love.  Oh how quickly and vibrantly joy pops into my soul! But also, how quickly my joy can be dashed.  Like those times when I'm feeling on top of the world: I'm feeling the joy of the children I teach, the sunshine on my face, the happiness of knowing my husband will be home early from work! Then I get a call from the principal at school, who is having a "discussion" with my naughty child. Or I open an email to read of the news of a dear friend with a cancer diagnosis. Or I learn of a sweet little first grader in my son's class who unexpectedly lost her mother. My joy is dashed. I feel my own pain, and I feel a fraction of the pain my friends are experiencing.  And I wonder when I will begin to feel that joy again.

I am literally chasing Hope, Peace, Love and Joy.  I am hunting them down with a vengeance.  I am wheeling and dealing to try and place them firmly in my life. But I can never completely do it, and I'm getting really tired of trying.

Then, from deep within my frustration is a still, small voice saying,

"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest in your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light." Matthew 11:28-30

I no longer need to search. I am wasting my energy, my time, my breath. I don't need to chase anything, ever again.  My precious Savior is telling me, "Wendy, my darling daughter, just come to me. I have what you need…everything." He can handle my burdens, he can give me the rest I need, the rest in my soul. In other words: my Hope, Peace, Love and Joy. 

This verse is a promise! If I take his yoke upon me (His, which is easy and light) instead of my own which is tremendously too heavy for me…He WILL give me my Peace. My Hope is in this promise and He will never let me down. I am guaranteed of his Love for me forever! My Joy in Him can never be dashed, can never be snuffed out. I can rest easy in the Peace of this promise. 

He has sent me countless blessings among the hardships, he has sustained me and lifted me up. He will give me the peace and the strength to survive and thrive amidst the ugliness of this sinful world. He alone makes it possible for me to continually have Hope, Peace, Love and Joy. 

This is the real reason I put up these words on my front porch during advent. In a few weeks, we will celebrate the birth of the One who made me this promise. The birth of the one who will bring us all Hope, Peace, Love and Joy. Oh how we need Him! Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come!