Monthly Archives: December 2007

Our measuring wall

When we still lived in SA my mom kept a chart where she recorded all her grandchildren’s heights on her sewing room’s door. The kids enjoyed seeing how much they had grown since their previous measurement.

It was something that I decided to duplicate on my kitchen wall. We have recorded my kids’ height, as well as that of their best friends, for the past 4 years now. Jenna’s best buddy, who is 7 months older than her, always tops her by at least 6 inches. My youngest is slowly catching up with the middle boy, who is probably going to be the shortest of my boys. The oldest tops me by at least 4 inches already. (Yes, I am on the wall.) My pastor’s daughter, who is a year younger than my oldest son, topped me by 4 inches about 2 years ago.

It is a fun thing to have on our wall and when our kitchen fire necessitated a re-paint I painstakingly recorded my wall measurements so that I could replace them once the kitchen had it’s makeover. I was a bit sad that my mom’s handwriting on the wall, which she made on a visit here, was erased at that point. Almost everything on the wall now is in my writing or my oldest’s.

There is something interesting about my wall and the measurements on it. I have noticed that when I look at the children’s measurements on the wall it always seems a few inches too high. I didn’t know Jenna was that tall? How can Joseph (her buddy) be so big already? When I investigated this discrepancy between how tall my children actually are (the wall doesn’t lie) and how tall I thought they were, I saw a pattern. My perception of how tall my children are is almost always dead on target…to the height of their eyes. Since that is where I focus when I look at them, that is where my brain has decided their height must be. Cool, huh? 

I have noticed that I can gage my children and people whom I spend a lot of time with quite accurately in terms of their eye-height. I am at a loss with people whom I don’t know. Which makes a whole heap of sense.

I was pondering this under the cosy covers of my tempur-pedic bed (still loving it!) this morning and something else occured to me. This is how God measures us too. He doesn’t look at our stature in the world or how much we have accomplished. He looks at our eyes, which is the window of our souls. He is concerned with our hearts more than anything else. How often do we meet his gaze?

1Sam 16:7 But the LORD said unto Samuel, Look not on his countenance, or on the height of his stature; because I have refused him: for the LORD seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the LORD looketh on the heart.

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Great is thy faithfulness

Tonight was one of our evenings when the bible school students get to share something that they learned at school the past month. I almost pulled out and didn’t go…I have had one of those weeks, being totally overwhelmed with the demands on time and resources that come along every year around this time.

Today whilst running around I thought of this song in my car: Christmas time is here…happiness and cheer…

Only, I changed the words to reflect my mood at the time: Christmas time is here…please don’t shed a tear…I will make it through this time…It happens every year.

Silly, huh? 😀

I had a phone conversation with a friend today and when she asked me how I was doing, I shared my little song with her, half in an attempt to be funny, but also half serious. She rapped me over the knuckles afterwards. She said I was focusing on the wrong things and needed to put my eyes on Jesus again. Boy, did her words pull me up short.

So I changed the words again: Jesus is my hope…with his help I’ll cope…there is nothing more to do…My God will bring me through. 🙂

Back to bible school. Guess what we had been looking at this week. Our God of abundance. We have learned in bible school that the word of God will always be tested. God will speak to our hearts, and then give us an opportunity to walk that thing out in real life. It is when our revelation gets married to our situation that we really see God at work, and his fruit forming in our lives.

Yep, I had goofed in this regard. I had heard the word but let it slip and allowed the cares of the world to choke it any ways.

So what did I share at bible school this evening? Just that. I think the teaching on God’s abundance was a very timely one, and it was one that tested me. Do I really trust in His provision? Our God is full of the abundance of all things and the creator of all things, and the awesome thing is that he, with a true Father’s heart, greatly desires to share that abundance with us. He has given us all things that pertain to life and godliness. (11 Pet 1:3) They that seek the Lord shall no want any good thing. (Ps 34) He is come that we might have life, and have it more abundantly (Jn 10) Our cups runneth over. (Ps 23) 

Whatever we learn in the kingdom is not for us alone. When we get a revelation of who God is, and walk in that thing, the rest of the world will see  and know who God is. We need to rise up and possess what Jesus has for us so that others will know that it is theirs for the asking too. And I am not talking financially, folks. I am talking about taking everything that God has for us and becoming who he has called us to be.

Something cool happened today. I ran into a friend in the store this afternoon. She had had an exhausting day carting her kids to the doctors. They were all sick  and her son had a possible broken arm that had to be seen to.  The arm was not broken, thank God, but this was only ascertained $300+ and 7 hours later.  She was exhausted and frustrated from running around all day and spending all that money for nothing. She placed her prescription and while she left to run some other errands, the Lord put it on my heart to pay for her prescription without her knowledge.

I don’t have the money, y’all. I had to empty my cart and leave the store with half the stuff I came for but in my heart I knew that I had been obedient and that it had pleased God.

Tonight at church a friend came and stuffed a bill in my pocket.  Then someone else did the same. I ended up being given three times more than I had spent on my friends’ prescription.

I have this tiny niggling thought: Did I create the impression that I was desperate when I shared? Did I somehow tug at everyone’s heart strings and make them want to bless me? It wasn’t my intention!

I do prefer to think that my faithful God had seen my heart and my efforts to trust his provision and in his great mercy and goodness, stepped in and showered me with his blessing.

Logan’s phone call

Bobbie (siscaboo) sent me this via email and it was such a blessing, I wanted to link to it on my blog. My middle son teared up listening to this. Many people who commented on this really focussed on Logan’s sweet and tender heart, and I don’t blame them in the least. This boy has a rare gift. But for me this story goes much further. It points out just how infinitely great and merciful and kind our God is that he would meet a little boy in such a tender way. He is such a precious friend.

http://www.ksbj.org/eblogs/morningShow/?p=113

December 12 2007

It’s about time I post something, even if it is just to bump that cheezy quiz  post out of its lofty position at the top of my entry list. Problem is, each evening as I sit here racking my brain for things to write about, I draw a blank. It is not that I do not have things to write about – it probably has more to do with the time of day. It is really unrealistic to sit here around midnight and expect my mind to function.

So it is probably crazy of me to want to write anything right now. I don’t think I will. 😀 I will just bump that quiz post down a bit. There. That looks better.

Oh…this shouldn’t take too long to share and hopefully won’t need too many brain cells:

Conversation in the car this afternoon:

Middle son: Jack said I should go over to his house sometime.

Me: (caught off guard and not quite able to put the name in context) Jack?

Middle son: You know…the boy in 4H who is highly allergic to nuts.

Oldest son: Well, you can’t go over to his house then.