You Are Weak. . .But Made Strong

Corin II  12: 9-10  , , , And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee; for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ’s sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong.”

During our Cancer crisis, I tried to be the rock. . . God was with me of course, or I would have crumbled like sand.  I would alternate nights with Rich at the hospital and home with the girls, days at the hospital or days at school.  I was on autopilot.

I remember clearly months later (when everything seemed to be sailing along smoothly) I walked into my principal’s office and said, “I am losing my mind!”  I felt cold, weak, and completely empty.  He wanted me to take time off to regroup.  I felt I needed my class to find normalcy again.  Angels were around me. . . I woke up one morning feeling this way.  I know I was MIA for my sweet girls and Rich.) I prayed, I cried.  Rich just put his arms around me saying, “I love you- we’re going to be okay!”  . . . and about a month later, I woke up feeling strong, confident.  The fog had lifted! Blessings abound!

 

 Years later when the effects of Rich’s illness were taking a toll on his health again . . . my “Mr. Atlas” husband was discouraged–standing and walking across the livingroom was impossible.  He needed much help for the simplest of tasks.  He said, “The thing about this disease is that I feel so weak. . . like a newborn kitten!  I need to be strong for you, for our girls, for my brothers!  I put my arms around him and said, “I love you—we’re going to be okay!”  Of course, Rich was made strong again as he lost his life here on earth.


Months later, I told Elder Dan the story and he said, “Oh Rich was one of the strongest men I ever knew. . . when you are weak in the flesh, you are made strong in faith!!” That he was!  He ran the race of life with patience! . . . so be thankful for each day, for the good and the trials. . . you will be made stronger!

 

Your “Mountain” Place

Where Is Your Mountain?

Marilyn King wrote about a mountain behind her house where she would go to find peace and calmness. . . “Whatsoever things are lovely. . . think on these things”

Phil 4:8.

Every home has a “mountain” — a place around or near your home. We don’t have to go miles, but we need the calming, mind resting, pressure escaping place. . . just to sit quietly, reflecting, hoping, praying, believing. . . where is your mountain? When I was younger and at home. . . I would go upstairs in my room and get lost in a book and read for hours, or in the basement at Grandma’s house behind the furnace with a book.  In college I would go and sit in Christy Woods, the college campus wooded area. I could sit and be whisked away. . . and for a few minutes I would be sitting with my love in Owen County. . . even if he was miles away, in Vietnam. Now I sit in my gazebo and enjoy the calmness and peace.
Zac Brown Band is playing . . . (perfect timing) . . “I’ve got everything I need and nothing I don’t. . .?”  Peace and contentment are worth more than all the money in the world. . . I am blessed. . . I am RICH!

Survivors Club Review

Reading Survivors Club by Michael Bornstein and Debbie Bornstein Holinstat.

 

Heart wrenching story about survival of a young prisoner of Auschwitz.  How could anyone question the reality of these death camps? How could anyone so young survive?  Prayers, hope, and belief that “this too shall pass!”  I’ve finished the first third of the book and plan to nestle down on this rainy day to read more. . .

 

I am thinking of two  of my favorite hymns. . .

 

Thus far the Lord has led me on;

Thus far His power prolongs my days;

And every evening shall make known,

Some fresh memorials of His grace.

Much of my time has run to waste,

And I, perhaps am near my home;

But He forgives my follies past;

He gives me strength for days to come.

I lay my body down to sleep

Peace is the pillow for my head,

While well appointed angels

Keep their watchful stations round my bed.
In vain the sons of earth or hell,

Tell me a thousand frightful things,

But God in safety makes me dwell

Beneath the shadow of His wings.. . .

 

AND

 

. . . while blessed with a sense of His love,

A palace a toy would appear;

And prisons would palaces prove,

If Jesus would dwell with me there.
Jesus will always be with us!  He promised!  We can rest in peace knowing, believing that!

Peace and Contentment

Sometimes peace is hard to find in this crazy world of high demands, high expectations, multiple commitments. The days of sitting on the porch, rocking and realizing where we came from and where we are going –seem long gone. A person has to find a place where they can “deprogram”. A few minutes of total silence or soft music and “take you away”!
Memories of the beach, forest trail, or country road will bring that calmness needed. . . a few minutes can go a long way in this hustle and bustle. . . and return you to much needed peace and contentment–the best place to be!
Have a relaxed, blessed Friday!

“I have planted. . . but God gave the increase” – I Corin 3:6

I love spring, yardwork, and flower beds!  Work I love. . . but can so easily get away from me. The garden starts immaculate, and rows are clean.  BUT by the end of summer, a mower is needed to go down the rows.  That doesn’t dampen my spirits. . . every year I have a renewed hope.  I feel so close to Mom in the garden. . she was the master gardener!  I think she found peace there that she didn’t find anywhere else.  In the Garden was the lullaby song she sang to my brother.  A beautiful place in the cool morning air, sun coming up, and seeing the “fruit” of her labor! Enjoy the chirping birds, and peace for the day!

In The Garden Lyrics

 

I come to the garden alone,

While the dew is still on the roses,

And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,

The Son of God discloses.

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,

And He tells me I am His own,

And the joy we share as we tarry there,

None other has ever known.

 

He speaks, and the sound of His voice,

Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,

And the melody that He gave to me,

Within my heart is ringing.

I’d stay in the garden with Him,

Tho’ the night around me be falling,

But He bids me go, thro’ the voice of woe,

His voice to me is calling.

 

 

Earth Day Thoughts

  Psalm 96:12 . . . Give unto the Lord glory and strength, Give unto the Lord the glory due unto his name. . . let the field be joyful, and all that is therein; then shall all the trees of the wood rejoice.”

 

    Brother Eagle, Sister Sky — a message from Chief Seattle, paintings by Susan Jeffers, has touched my heart for many years. . . in 1850’s our government wanted to purchase his people’s land in the Northwest.  His speech in Washington, DC was powerful, “How can you buy the sky? How can you own the rain and the wind?. . . you must give to the rivers the kindness you give to any brother. . . The earth does not belong to us. We belong to the earth. . . What befalls the earth befalls all the sons and daughters of the earth. . . we are merely a strand in the web of life!”  Chief Seattle’s words were wise— Susan Jeffers -”In our zeal to build and possess we may lose all that we have!”  Ponder that today!

Love Another

Love Another. . . “”This is my commandment, that ye love one another, as I have loved you” . . John 15:12. Two words – love another. . yet so hard at times! Why? Because we don’t listen. . . because we are too busy gathering our armies to side with us. . . because of ego. . . because of a need to be right? Perhaps all of the above! Listening is an art that is lost in our day and age.
 
We have a daily five framework of five stations at school. One is listening. We teach the children to sit knee to knee or elbow to elbow. One student actively listens while the other student reads a couple of pages. The listener repeats what was heard! They have to really listen to be able to say. . . “I heard you say____.”
 
People, put your phones down! Really listen to each other! If you don’t you will misunderstand what was said. Communicate if that happens. Teaching listening skills is a huge part of loving another. Understand respect and that we all have our views, but we can honor and love the other person. It is sad when families fall apart because no one is listening. . . .AND it is really sad when churches fall apart because members or ministers are not listening or communicating. Love another. . . so simple yet seeming it is often impossible to do. … . pondering on Thursday.
 
I Peter 4:15. . . “but let none of you suffer as a murderer, or as a thief, or as a evil doer, or as a busybody in another men’s matters” So interesting to me! We teach our students to take care of themselves. That is a BIG JOB! Even in elementary school, you can see some students busy about everyone else. . they want to be in charge or they want to be helpful or they want to show others how good they are! Take care of yourselves. . . that is a big job! As we get older, we see the same actions. . . perhaps for the same reasons. Church members can even get wound up on what they thought they heard or what they thought was going on. Gossip is the voice of the busy bodies! Let that blow with the wind! I know I have enough to take care of myself. . . .pondering on Friday
 
Where is my faith? Sometimes we are on the mountain, sometime in the valley! Sometimes weak, yet other times strong . . .That is our journey on life’s road. . . routine. . . I pray that my faith is never just a routine, going through the motions sort of thing. . . I have enjoyed the routine of morning devotionals that seems to get me grounded for the day and whatever it brings. . . Maybe rhythm is the right word. . . the breathing in and out. The heartbeats, the wakening of my soul . . .
 
One of our hymns—As the bright glowing light of the morning,
fills the land with a radiance fair,
so the wonderful grace that has found me
Fills my heart and it rests sweetly there!
I am safe in His love,
For a wonderful Savior is He.
I am safe in His love,
In His mercy. . . He saves even me!
 
He is my helper my strength, and my shield!–pondering today
 
I usually only post one day of my ponderings. . . . but these three
just seemed to go together in my heart. . . for all of His grace and mercy for me. . . for you . . . can we not just put our differences aside and love another! Travel down this road, and love one another! Blessings to you today, tomorrow, and for the week