God I need a hug.

I woke up that morning with an overwhelming sense of sadness. It was one of the lowest points in my life. What on earth had happened and how on earth did it happen? I had no answers.

I’ve never actually thought of it this way before but from the time I received Jesus in my life until this point my experience could have been described as a “Cinderella Salvation.” I didn’t just get saved; I got Blessed with a capital B. My life was one blessing, one miracle, and one testimony of God’s goodness after another. Sure, I experienced some rough times but my hope in the Lord never waned. 

But now I felt so weak. I remember pleading to the Lord one day on my way to work to please hold on to me because I didn’t know if I could hold on to Him. There really wasn’t anywhere to turn. Everything I had believed in was shaken. I was discouraged, disappointed and dismayed by the things happening around me.

On top of my life support system (spiritually speaking) failing by the day I was dealing with the death of my father from cancer. If that wasn’t enough my mom was recovering from a brain tumor the size of a softball. My parents were both diagnosed in the same week and I left for North Carolina. We had recently received notice that the house we were renting at the time had been sold and we had to move. Moving day was the same day I was leaving for North Carolina. I felt abandoned (not by God,) at a point when I desperately needed support.

So on this particular morning as I was talking to God on my to work as I usually do, I just simply said, “You know Lord, I just wish you could give me a hug.” It was just a simple prayer, no crying, no pleading, no if you don’t I can’t make it. Just simply, I could sure use a hug.

I forgot to mention that I was going through something else at this time. I was getting a lot of work done at the dentist. Now I don’t know about you but if you are like me that in itself is enough trauma. I had a great dentist but still it’s the dentist, if you know what I mean. They were always very kind knowing what I was going through with my parents. I had to call and put the work on hold telling them I would be going out of town and would reschedule when I returned. 

So back to story…I got to work and in the business of the day I forgot about my conversation with the Lord that morning. About mid morning the receptionist buzzed me to say I had a delivery at the front desk. Hmmm, I thought, wonder what it is? I wasn’t expecting anything and certainly not what was there. Sitting on the counter was one of the most gorgeous flower arrangements I’d ever seen. My first thought was that my hubby must have sent me flowers and my second thought was we can’t afford it. I thanked her and took them back to my desk before looking at the card. Imagine my surprise when I opened the card. It read, “We thought you might need a little encouragement today. Thinking of you. Dr. Batton and staff.”

I remember saying out loud…Dr. Batton! My dentist! My dentist office sent me flowers! My co-workers were looking at me kind of weird. I’m not sure what they were thinking but from the looks on their faces my guess would be they had never gotten flowers from their dentist either.

I sat the flowers on my desk. They were beautiful and smelled wonderful. Every time I looked at them it warmed my heart and it felt like…you guessed it! It felt like a little hug. And then the Lord spoke to my heart. You asked me for a hug today and I used your dentist to send one your way.

I don’t know what you are experiencing today. We all go through those times when we just need a little hug. I encourage you today to ask the Lord for one. He loves you and wants to reveal His love to you. It might come in an unusual way but it will come. There is always hope in God.

Psalm 86:17 Give me a sign of your goodness, that my enemies may see it and be put to shame, for you, Lord, have helped me and comforted me.

A Clean Slate

A Clean Slate

Have you noticed the increased popularity of chalkboards these days? People are turning everything into chalkboards by using chalkboard paint. The paint comes in lots of different colors and is fairly easy to use so it’s a good project for even the less “crafty” person. I’ve even seen entire walls painted with chalkboard paint, which gives a whole new meaning to kids marking on the walls. As the mother of six that may have been a good approach although I’m not so sure my brood would have been satisfied to stay in the lines so to speak.

Back in the day a chalkboard was simply called a slate. It was basically just a piece of slate with a frame around it. Schoolchildren would write their lessons on it and when completed and graded they would wipe it clean. When it was time for a new lesson they would start over with a clean slate.

One of my favorite scriptures is Lamentations 3:22-23 that says, It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.

Wow, how awesome is that?  God’s love and mercy isn’t just a one time thing or something He hands out occasionally when He feels particularly benevolent but it’s new each and every day.  Every morning is met with a new beginning, a fresh start, a clean slate. It makes no difference how far we missed it the day before or how far we marked out of the lines. I John 1:9 tells us if we ask God is faithful and just to forgive us. The mistakes are gone, completely erased. He will clean our slate. I don’t know about you but that makes me breathe a big sigh of relief.

I like this quote by Bill Keane. “Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift of God, which is why we call it the present.”

We have all struggled with the failures of yesterday. You may have blown your diet, spoke out of turn, hurt a loved, given in to temptation and maybe even sinned. God doesn’t want us to live in yesterday’s defeat but in today’s possibility. He has given you the gift of a clean slate. I don’t know what your chalkboard looked like yesterday, but I know what it looks like today.  Chalk in hand you can rewrite today.

There is always hope in God.

Blessings,
Sherry

ONE GOOD PUSH

Come on, you can do it, just one good push.  I wonder how many times we’ve heard that phrase? We’ve been encouraged to push the envelope, to push forward and to push through. It seems there are many times when what is needed to accomplish our goal is just one good push.

Have you ever thought about the fact that almost everyone who has ever been born started life with one good push? Any woman who has experienced childbirth can tell you about pushing. Unless the push process was interrupted by a Cesarean delivery that baby entered this world by one good hard push from mom.  Wow, mom was an example from the very first moment of our life. This is how you do it kid, just one good push.

I started a “little” exercise program this week. No gym, no weights, no trainer, no boot camp mind you. I’m just trying to walk one mile a day. It’s actually a video-walking program that you can do at home, in your P.J.s no matter what the weather. I do wear my tennies but I have to put then on while I’m still half a sleep before my feet know what I’m doing. It works for me.

Monday, day one, I did ok. I had worked myself up to it and convinced myself I could do it. Tuesday, my calves were pretty sore but I got through it. Wednesday I was beginning to think this isn’t such a good idea when my knee started revolting and by Thursday I was talking back to the lady on the video. Let’s just say I wasn’t blessing her. By Thursday night I was fighting going to bed because I knew when I woke up it would be time to walk another mile.  I finally comforted myself with the thought that I probably should take Friday off anyway to let my muscles recover and fell asleep. And then morning came along with this thought; just give me one good push. Push forward, push through, you can do it. So with much reluctance I got out of bed, put on my tennies, and gave it one good push. And guess what? I made it one more mile.

I can’t help but think that’s really how life is. We start with one good push and it takes a lifetime of those to reach our destinations. Sometimes it seems that’s all we have left and then find out that was all that we needed. Other times we don’t have the strength to push on our own. I remember back in the day when often that’s what it took to get a broken down vehicle going again. Some good neighbor would always show up and say, hey I’ll give you a push. And sure enough you would be off and running again. All you needed was a push.

Do you think that’s what God meant when He said in 2 Corinthians 12:9, “My strength is made perfect in your weakness?” Just when we think all power is gone, we can’t take one more step, we are done, there it is, one good push.  Could it be that God shows up and says, hey, I’ll give you a push?

I believe that’s what God is saying to us today. Keep pushing friends. Don’t give up! Pushing toward the goal. Pushing back the power of the enemy through prayer. P.U.S.H. Pray until something happens. You can do it. Maybe not in your own strength but in Him all things are possible. You know that’s my story. Not that I’ve accomplished all that much but I know how far He has brought me. So there is hope! Anything’s possible. It may be just one good push away!

Phil 3:14 With my eyes fixed on the goal I push on to secure the prize of God's heavenward call in Christ Jesus.

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Let There Be Light

 

Have you ever had a light bulb moment? You know the kind. It’s like a light is turned on in your mind and you just get it. A second ago you just couldn’t quite wrap your brain around it and now it makes perfect sense. Weird isn’t it, how that happens? Last week I wrote about sharing at a recent women’s event, Café Chocolat. It was a blast and my favorite thing to do. No, my favorite thing is not eating chocolate, although that’s pretty awesome, its sharing God’s Word and what He has done in my life. And it’s just this kind of story that makes it all worthwhile.

I was having some test on Thursday and still needed a few things so Wednesday I used my lunch hour to run some last minute errands. I stopped by Wal-Mart and as I was leaving I ran into a very sweet lady I met at Café Chocolat. We stopped to chat for a moment and she said there is something I want to tell you. She went on to share how much she enjoyed Café Chocolat and then she said something that I’ve been thinking a lot about. You know, I’ve been a Christian a long time but at 63 years I Got It! She went on to say that for the first time she understood about sin and what God had done for her. She knew it before but she really understood it…she got it. Then she proceeded to share how since attending HighRidge Church and listening to Pastor Jeff’s messages she understood God’s Word and the things of God in a completely different way. The light has gone on and she just gets it.

So, I’ve been thinking, what a great way to pray, to ask God to help us get it. You know the first thing God said in the Bible was, let there be light. (Gen 3:1) I know we’ve been told not to question God. I’m not talking about questioning His existence or wisdom, or any of that. I’ve always just been honest with God. Sometimes it’s okay to say, Lord I just don’t get it. I need you to shed some light on this situation. I think that’s just the sort of prayer that makes God smile. If He could light up the entire world with one sentence He can certainly shed a little light on your problem.

Some of you have heard my story of how I just didn’t get the whole thing about God’s love. I was pretty honest with Him when I admitted I really liked Him a lot but was not all that sure I loved Him. You see, I knew I loved my husband, Lawrence. I knew I loved my children. But, I really wasn’t in any hurry to be with Jesus and I just wasn’t sure I loved Him like I should. I John 4:19 says, We love him because he first loved us. God knew I just didn’t get it. So guess what? He must have said, Let’s shed a little light on the subject because the Holy Spirit revealed God’s love for me in such a powerful way that I fell hopelessly and desperately in love with Jesus. I got it!

I feel I need to add one more thing. Light bulbs burn out and sometimes they need to be changed. For whatever reason there are times in our lives when we used to get it, really get it but the light has just gone out or gotten pretty dim. That’s when our prayer should be, God I need to get it back. God wants you to walk in the light every day. He says so. (I John 1:7) So whatever place you find yourself in today God wants to shed a little light on it. Maybe you just don’t get it. Maybe you need to get it back. Go ahead and ask for God for a light bulb moment. Let there be light!

Dishpan Heart

Last weekend I had the privilege of sharing during one of the sessions at Flourish Café Chocolat, a one-day women’s retreat at HighRidge Church. It was a great time and yes we had lots of chocolate. We also had fun making new “barefoot friends” and above all experiencing the sweet presence of the Lord.

My session was the last session of the day and the focus was on God’s unconditional love and forgiveness.  Because of His love he died for us even though some of didn’t seem weren’t worth dying for. It’s one thing to die for a good person and not many would even be willing to do that but to die for someone who is for all practical purposes pretty bad is unheard of. Yet that’s just what Jesus did.

God doesn’t really ask much of us but one thing he does require is that we extend that same love and grace to others. He doesn’t ask us to die for them, thank goodness, just forgive them. It sounds easy doesn’t it? But not so fast, forgiving someone doesn’t always come easily and especially if you are a brand new Christian who thought it was perfectly justified to dislike or hate someone who had wronged you. That’s exactly where I found myself.

There was a man that I hated. I’ll call him Brutus, not his real name. Brutus had publicly humiliated me in front of a room full of people and it hurt and embarrassed me very deeply. I was very happy hating Brutus but then I got saved. I’ll never forget when God started dealing with my about forgiving him. I said to the Lord, no way and if this is a requirement we need to rewrite the rules because I cannot forgive him for what he did to me. Then the Lord gave me an assignment. He told me to start praying for Brutus everyday.

Are you kidding me Lord was my reaction. But God made it clear this was my assignment. So I told the Lord, OK I will pray for him but I won’t mean it. I figured if I had to do something as distasteful as pray for the old Brut I might as well do it while I did something else I didn’t like. So everyday while I did the dishes I would pray for Brutus. I prayed for God to bless him and his family, his business and all that pertained to him but then I always ended with the disclaimer that I didn’t really mean it.

Well this went on for awhile and I would rub those plates as hard as I could imagining they were Brutus’ face. But then…one day I was praying for him and I didn’t feel angry. I remember trying to be mad at him but I didn’t feel any hate or anger in my heart. So my prayer changed. I said you know Lord, go ahead and bless Btutus. Bless his family, his business….all that pertains to him. Bless him Lord.

And I meant it. Every word of it. The hate, the pain, the unforgiveness was gone. My heart felt clean inside and I was filled with peace. I had more than dishpan hands, I had a dishpan heart. Is there a Brutus in your life? Is there someone you need to forgive? Begin to bless them. Begin to pray for them.

You too can have a dishpan heart.

Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me. Psalm 51:10

Dear God...I'll take your regular

Today I have an appointment with the doctor. It's just one of those "regular" yearly kind of appointments which for me is anything but regular since I haven't been to one in more years than I care to admit. It just got me thinking about the word regular, a word we use without much thought.

Regular isn’t really one of my favorite words. It's not that I don't like it. Now, there are some words I don’t like. Most of them are four letter words. You know like, hurt, pain, ouch, etc. Got ya didn’t I? No the word regular just doesn’t provoke excitement or anticipation or expectation. It’s more like same old, same old or just the norm. Not that there is anything wrong with that. Some people like things regular. Some people, my hubby, Lawrence for example, don't want you messing with their regular. He won't even think about trying flavored coffee. Recently we were told about a new restaurant that had "gourmet burgers." His reaction to the news was I don't want someone messing up my burger. He just knows what he likes and that's OK.

Now I don’t know about you but my life is anything but regular. There are times when I would gladly welcome a regular day, whatever that is. In my mind it would be smooth, no emergencies, maybe a few “situations” I like to call them, but nothing really major, just a nice day with nothing out of the ordinary.  Right, good luck with that. As if having a husband, six kids, 17 grandchildren and 2 dogs equals ordinary. If my life is anything it’s certainly not boring. But then as regularly happens God reminds me of His word.

Hebrews 13:8 tells us Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever. God never changes. He is the same every day. His love, his mercy, his grace, his favor, his promises are ours on a regular basis. His mercies are new every morning and He loads us daily with benefits. (Lamentations 3:22 & Psalm 68:19) Wow, that gives new meaning to the word regular. It's God's plan for us, our new normal, experiencing His goodness every day on a regular basis. That's my hope for you today friends.

So the next time you are having “one of those days” take a little prayer break and pray this simple prayer, Dear God…I’ll take your regular. You'll be glad you did!

It doesn't make sense...but it works!

It doesn’t make sense…but it works!

Friday is my day off. Well that’s really a stretch to call it my day off as is the case with most of us these days. It’s really the day I don’t have to get up, get ready for work and go to the office. Instead, I get to take my time and choose what I’m  going to do that day. Translated that usually means, which chores get done or errands are run. 

Well, today I woke up to an emergency. My Keurig decided to quit right in the middle of my first cup of coffee. It turned it on just like always, lights started blinking just like always, water heated up just like always, coffee started pouring out just like always, and then right in the middle of my cup it quit.  Talk about a wake up call, I could sense the panic beginning to set in.

My initial thought was what will I do, followed by a rush of fixes.  Should I rush out to McDonalds and grab a couple of cups? Does Walmart sell Keurigs? Not having my morning coffee is not an option for me. And then I remembered. I have another coffee maker right there sitting on my counter. The old-fashioned drip kind, that I use these days to make ice tea. Sweet tea I might add, very sweet tea, good ole southern sweet iced tea. In the south we don’t have to say iced but just to clear up any misconceptions I threw that in.

Back to my emergency, thankfully I had some ground coffee left from our beach vacation and I made a pot. It seemed to take an eternity to make an entire pot but finally the beep came and I made myself a wonderful cup.  I drink my coffee light with 4 tablespoons of fat free half n half. No sugar, I reserve that for my sweet tea. If you know me very well you can guess what I did next. I grabbed my computer and sat down to enjoy my coffee and Googled, you guessed it, how to fix a Keurig.

I Google EVERYTHING! I found a lot of you tube videos on the subject so this wasn’t the first time this happened to someone. That made me feel better just knowing I wasn’t alone. They were pretty interesting but the third one I watched made me LOL. This was the instructions. Go over to your machine. Remove the lid from the water reservoir. Make a fist and hit hard toward the back where there is a little white plastic spout sort of thing. Like I said it made me laugh but I thought, why not? So that’s exactly what I did. I took the lid off and gave my Keurig a good whack in the spot given in the instructions and voila, it worked.

I laughed and said to the Lord, well so much for quiet time and coffee. You see, I just set up this blog last night and ask the Lord to give me a post for it. I couldn’t wait to hear what He was going to say to me this morning but then the coffee emergency happened and time just got away.

And then He said…it doesn’t make sense but it works. I smiled and said I get it Lord.

Maybe like me you are faced today with some emergencies in your life. Some may be big, some small, but like me you need instructions on what to say, what to pray or what to do. Go to the Lord. Ask Him what you should do. Ask Him what will work. And then don’t be surprised by the instructions. It may not make sense but it will work. Isaiah 55:8-9 gives us a head’s up about this. It says, “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord. “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.

Mary gave us good advice in the beginning of Jesus ministry. Remember when they were at the wedding and the wine ran out? What did she tell the servants? John 2:5 gives us the answer. She said, whatever he tells you to do, do it. I’m sure it didn’t make sense to the servants to fill the pots with water. They were out of wine not water. But the servants followed his instruction and voila, it worked. Jesus turned the water into wine and not just any wine, but wine that was better than what they had before.

Whatever emergency you are facing God has the answer. I pray you will hear his instruction and that you will be reminded as Mary said, whatever he tells you to do, do it. It may not make sense…but it will work.

There is always hope in God.

Blessings,

Sherry