Friday, November 20, 2009

How God Made The World...And Stuff...




I don't know about you, but I have never really thought about 'how' God made the world.  I know seven days, I know what for each day - but not the how.  Have you?  Well someone in my house has been thinking about it alot, and the other day he told us all about it.

Luke turned 4 this summer, for context, and has a very interesting way of thinking and viewing the world.  He believes with his whole heart that God is the 'Greatest Worker' ever seen. Can't argue with that.  He has this intense desire to know not just what something does (lately the question starts with "What does/do ________ usually do?") but HOW it does it.  Not good enough that a transmission makes a vehicle drive, but how does it do that.  So I shouldn't have been surprised when he started telling me about God's construction company.

"Mama, did you know how God built the whole world?," Luke inquired taking off his boots and coat at the back door.  Looking down at his serious face I answer, "Uh I never thought about it, how do you think He did?"

Arms fling wide, eyes open large and I hear, "With a hugest biggest construction company ever seen with Jesus driving the bigger mixer truck and the hugest dump truck.  God gets to drive the big loader or the big excavator."

And the tale went on how they, along with their 'holy workers' constructed the whole world, and that they even painted all the colors on everything.  I was amazed at how his mind works, I never thought of how God made the world, but leave it to Luke to picture the Holy Construction Company at work.  No wonder I love talking with him, he makes everything look different just by running it past his wonderfully crafted mind.

Later that night, when we were saying our prayers (known at our house as talking to God) Luke told me about God and Jesus painting sunsets and leaves, and how they stirred the sky and oceans to make clouds, storms and whirlpools.  His faith in the world around him, and his joy at each discovery being something special humbles me and gives me great joy.

He believes that God's shop is run by someone almost as smart and strong and 'fix anything' as his Grandpa.  I'm only too happy to agree, because you see, after hearing how he 'sees' things I too want to put on the Lukey 'wobble goggles' and view it from his angle.

I am so thankful for the blessings of my family and my friends and for the created, wonderful world around us.  I humbly pray that I can be a good and faithful steward to them all.  Thank you God for Earl and Luke. Amen.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

A Grateful Heart - Journal of Gratitude, Joy and Beauty


I found a pretty journal the other day, it was in with my books, and I have had it for a long time but never used it. I don't 'journal' in the traditional way and I was saving this pretty purple journal with the cream pages for something special. What would be a special 'job' for such a pretty journal. (psss...how long have I had it? Long enough that the matching pen has dried up entirely! It is still with the journal for looks only)

The Holy Experience blog by Ann Voskamp has inspired me to seek joy, appreciate beauty and express my gratitude as often as I can...and I've decided to do it through my hand written journal as well as here on my blog. Her blog gives me pause and takes me to the word, and brings me to meditation and prayer. I thank her for it. Another inspiration is the women at (in)courage and their wonderful, faithful blogs. You are my sisters!


Writing by hand, for me, leaves a record not only of our words but our way of writing - how it looks, how it feels to fill a page perfectly blank with words imperfect, smudged and uneven yet full of wonder, joy and gratitude. I have invited my family to share in the journal and when they have something to share they should write, in their own words and 'letter' their grateful moments, the results of their joy hunting or the beauty that they appreciated.

So I write, I keep my journal and the working pen close at hand. I have them numbered starting at 1/1000. I will probably have photos, labels, stickers and other things pasted in as well - I am a scrapbooker so everything should have some sort of embellishment at some point! :-) I want to have for my family a legacy of what mattered to me, what brought me closer to grace and what strengthened my faith. What was lovely in a day of dirty and messy. What was joyful in a moment of tearful hurt and frustration. What made me grateful doing the ordinary things of the day.

I will be sharing some of my random numbers from the journal here on my blog...and I invite you to do the same. Comment on what was beautiful today, what brought you joy and what made you pause and say a grateful prayer.

Right now I am looking at the beauty of a Lego town, the joy of a husband and son who love each other and I am grateful for all the little things that are the world to me! I'm grateful for the poems that I've thought of but never got a chance to put on paper, they will return from their flights fuller and better.

I'm grateful for warm days and the smell of horses. I'm grateful for endless reruns of favorite DVD's. I'm grateful for clean pirate comfy pants. I'm grateful for little hands and dirty feet. I'm grateful for every photo I can take that keeps these moments in time. Mostly I'm grateful for my faith, for the grace and love of our Lord.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Grateful Today


I am blessed every day and in so many ways...and I am grateful today for...


My loving family, weird and wonderful, with whom I have shared so many tears, so much joy and together our faith grows deeper and deeper. Today I am grateful for our animals, and for the privilege of caring for them and loving them. They too are created by God's hand, and are deserving of our loving concern.

I am grateful for the amenities I have in my life that make things easier, simpler and sometimes more fun. I know that for many people in the world this life we have is beyond their beyond - and I am humbled by it. I am grateful for the opportunity to worship and express my faith openly and without fear of reprisals against myself or my family. We are able to be thankful, prayerful and happy in our faith.

I am grateful for the blessings of the day and the night. I am grateful for joyful little prayers, loving eyes, warm hugs and gentle touches. I am ever so grateful for the knowledge, creativity and grace that is shown in the touch of our Maker's Hands.

Thank you Lord for the sun, for giving life to the seeds I sow, it's the only life I know, thanks again for the rain. (Thanks to our friends Foster Martin Band for their wonderful song and the spirit of it.)

May you be brightly blessed, always and in all ways...

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Prayers Like Bird Song


It was something that came to mind last night, if God loves to hear us talking to him as much as we love to hear bird song? If our prayers are like bird song to God, except He can hear each note and know the heart of each singer, then wouldn't it be grand to 'sing' to Him all throughout our day? I know this is a bit of a reach to express, but really it has gotten me thinking.

When I listen to birds singing I can imagine that our prayers as we go about our day are like those songs - but because God knows our song and note and us as the singers it is even more special and powerful. Then I really got to thinking about those times when the birds are not singing - when they are being still and listening - could it be those times for us that we are silent listening to the whispers of the Holy Spirit?

As the created beings of a Creator, we not only come with prayers of petition and intercession, but also joyful praise. Having Luke around gets you thinking about that aspect of God, and the Trinity, even more. He sees a bug, and wonders at how it came to be, he sees a flower and marvels that it is so beautiful. He joyfully splashes in puddles, plays with his animals and trustingly curls up in our arms at night. He talks to God, sings to God and that is such a blessing to behold.

When I get caught up in being a 'grown up' the birds and Luke remind me to sing, laugh and stretch my wings to enjoy flying - not the destination or the goal - but the actual flight with nothing but flying and singing in my heart. It is good for the mind, body and spirit.

Bird Song Prayer

Simple notes, sung by small birds,
Carry like prayers up to the heavens.

God listens to each and every note,
Knows each and every heart
Of every singer who has ever sung.

Simple prayers, sung by small children,
Carry like dandelion seeds up to Heaven.

God listens to each and every word,
Knows each and every soul
Of every little singer who has ever sung.

Silence, still and waiting, in our hearts,
Light or heavy, like a touch from heaven.

God knows each and every heart,
Speaks into each and every soul,
Of every spirit He created.

We wait upon Thee
Hearts, minds and bodies.
Birds, little boys and me.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Repost: Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For

Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For
It's like finding the perfect place to eat - the food is great, the people friendly and you feel satisfied in so many ways. You go back, and something has changed - subtle yes, but still - the people are friendly, the food is great but you leave with something missing. Is it a message that you are on the right path but this isn't the place to stop yet? Are you looking for something that is impossible? Are you too difficult to please (although you feel as if you are only asking for the basics?)? Are you on the right path but still needing to move forward to where God is leading you, to where you need to be? With so many wonderful things, this one thing is something you desire and ache for, you miss and wish to find. This I am struggling with and one of my favorite U2 songs is echoing through my mind...does anyone know this feeling too?

I have climbed highest mountains
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you
I have run
I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
These city walls
Only to be with you

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for

I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing fingertips
It burned like a fire
This burning desire

I have spoke with the tongue of angels
I have held the hand of a devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for

I believe in the Kingdom Come
When all the colors will bleed into one
Bleed into one
Well, yes I'm still running

You broke the bonds
And you loosened the chains
Carried the cross
Of all my shame
all my shame
You know I believe it

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for

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from a note on my Facebook...wanted to share...more 'new' stuff soon!

Friday, June 5, 2009

The Animals Speak!


This is my week for animal tales - good, bad, mysterious and ugly.  Some wonderous, some sadly strange and some miraculous and some tragically sad.  That got me thinking about animals in the Bible - and how they have spoken on behalf of the Hand that also created them.  Animals speak to me all the time.  Now before you get worried, I don't actually hear them talking like people - they use their bodies and actions.

From the wild birds in my yard to the coyote in the field to my cows, horses, cats and dogs.  Animals I see when traveling have tales to tell, and some warnings to give. They remind me daily, sometimes moment by moment to be thankful for the blessings of this world we can see and sense around us.

My birds tell me about weather, predators and changes in our neighborhood.  I know when the weather isn't going to be good, I can tell when a bad storm is coming and it is often their warning alone that tells me to watch out.  Some animals are bolder than others, like the hummingbirds who harass me when their feeders are empty but flock under the eaves when a heavy rain is coming with strong winds.  The raven who plays with the dogs and steals their food, but is quick to fly high in the sky when the bears are out in the pasture behind us.  When you see one deer while driving, slow down because there are others close by.

Our dogs tell us what is going on, even miles down the road.  My cows and horses tell me things from when one of their members are not with them to their food or water is not as it should be.  They even tell me when someone is in their pasture that shouldn't be.

The Bible tells us that animals also spoke on behalf of their Creator in those times as well.  The famous snake tempting in the Garden maligned snakes until the Staff of Life redemed them later in the desert.  We still revere that staff of healing, and see it so often we barely think of what it's origins where.  Baalam's ass famously spoke to him about the Angel blocking his way after refusing even in the face of abuse to disobey God's own Angel, the obedient Whale redirected an errant prophet Jonah, Noah and his faithful animals upon the ark managed to survive until the dove found dry land and delivered the branch, after the raven tried and failed. 

 Jesus rode on a trusting young donkey who had never been ridden before, and the legend of the donkey's markings show the faithfulness that they share with their owners.  Heaven will have the wolves laying down with the lambs, although for many lions and lambs seem more noble (could it be because of the lions having their mouths shut to save Daniel in the infamous lion's den?) but there you have it in Isaiah.    I prefer the wolves, but that could be a slight bias on my part personally.

Many, many other animals did the work and bidding of the Creator in the Bible and we should pay attention to the message, as well as the messenger.  The animals show us their faith, and God reminds us that not even a sparrow falls that He isn't knowing of it (Matthew 10:29).  

God created everything in the world, there is no question of that for me, this is a created place.  We were created to care for this place, this world and it's inhabitants.  No question for me, there is a responsibility to care for our world and the creatures of it as they are all from the same hand which breathed life into it all.  Shouldn't we be as respectful of our fellow inhabitants?  Shouldn't we care for them as much as God does, and with the same loving care He shows us?  

The wonder of our natural world should serve as a reminder of the greatness of a Creator's Hand, it does for me. From the miracle of a kitten found and saved, to the wonderful blessing of a running healthy calf to trying to understand how one of the predators in this world would need one of my calves to feed their young.  How the circle of life goes around and around and around again.  

Aborignal elders tell us that the world was created before Man, and the land and the animals helped us survive when we were, as humans, very young and unknowing in the world.  We have impacted the world, and if we lost the plants and the water and the animals we would die.  If the world lost us, people, it would carry on.  See where we fit into the balance?  We are not great hunters (no sharp teeth or claws, no strong hide or limbs, no hair or fur, not excellent hearing or smell) and we are definately somewhat less a choice prey (dirty, smelly, violent and more often we prey on our own kind in a most dramatic way) but easy prey if the choice is there.

When I see an Eagle I am reminded of the promise of Isaiah 40:31) that we will not tire in our labours for the Lord.  When I see my horses running I think of power, freedom and also that horses serve as the steeds for the Four Horsemen Revalation 6:1-2.  There is power in listening to animals, and there is understanding in seeing their place in our Created world. There is solace and faith affirmation in the beauty of our world.  Remember Jesus is the Lamb of God, who better than He to remind us of the beauty of the Holy Spirit and the Creating hand of God?