On the verge of celebrating 66 Christmas times I look back with some nostalgia mixed with unspoken regrets. It is too late for some of the career choices I had hoped to make. It is too late for some of the ministry I had once thought I would do. It is too late for more children. It is too late for another talk with Dad, a different way I could have treated my family or even better stewardship of the money that has passed through my hands. But Martha’s encounter with Jesus at the edge of Bethany gives me hope that:
It is never too late for Him to come. It is never too late to listen to His word. His heart has been with me and you every moment of every hour and He has come to share this day with us. Even now; tombs will be opened, grave clothes removed and life renewed at the sound of His voice! No matter the moment, no matter thehour it is never too late for Jesus!
At our local Home Depot service desk I over heard a lady remarking, ” The reason that I have to return this doorbell is that our house is just too big!” Aren’t you glad that as big as God’s house is, His ears are still sensitive enough to hear us when we call? Don’t be afraid to keep on seeking, asking and knocking. It is Jesus Himself who has invited us and He is inside waiting for us to come!
Wait on the Lord ; Be of good courage, And He shall strengthen your heart; Wait, I say, on the Lord ! Psalms 27:14
Waiting for God is in some ways like waiting for a flower to bloom. The promise of it’s full beauty is wrapped tightly in a tiny bud. If we pry it open we will forever lose the chance to see what the full blossom can become.
We cannot rush God but with strength and courage we must trust that He knows what He is doing in His garden. Whatever it is you are waiting for today – trust Him. He knows the precise moment for every flower in the universe to open. He will unlock the fragrance hidden in the blossom exactly when someone needs its perfume today!
For followers of this blog you may find this collection of poems and reflections to be a blessing. Included are some of the best liked songs, poems and memories from the last few years on this site as well as some from the past. I pray these will be an encouragement to allow the hands of Christ to heal old wounds, to trust God’s grace through present difficulty and to go away focused with hope in Him for the future!
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Memories and Poems
Genesis 8:15-17 Then God spoke to Noah, saying, Go out of the ark, you and your wife, and your sons and your sons’ wives with you. Bring out with you every living thing of all flesh that is with you…
Try to imagine that first day out of the ark. Depending on how you count the days loading, raining, waiting and leaving we know for certain that Noah and his family with all those creatures were at least a year shut in the walls of the boat. Try to imagine the day when God said, “It’s time!”
Can you see in your mind’s eye Noah and the grandchildren rushing down the ramp with dogs, cats cows and thousands of other animals not far behind? It was a day of new beginnings. Noah began with worship and God gave him the sign in the clouds which we can still see on days when rain mixes with the sunshine.
In that same manner we are starting together a new year. 2015 may have been a year that we felt tossed and turned. 2015 may have been twelve months of floods, confusion and a loss of freedom, but that was then and this is now.
Today we can take our first steps into the new year. What better way to begin than how Noah began…with worship.
Then Noah built an altar to the Lord, and took of every clean animal and of every clean bird, and offered burnt offerings on the altar Genesis 8:20
Maybe when this Bougainvillea was just a tiny seedling it dreamed of growing in a fine garden on the palace grounds, or nestled among roses and boxwood in the botanical gardens. But to be brought home and planted by a concrete path with just a few feet for its roots to take hold – this was not the dream at all.
But the dreary foggy mornings gave the seedling just a kiss of moisture every day and before she knew it she grew over the small dooryard. Her owners were not kings and queens but just ordinary people who loved the reddish blooms that came every year and cheered them as they came and went.
Just because God has not chosen for us to often be among the “Important” people and places of our world means nothing in His grand scheme of things. He may daily give us dreary misty days so that our roots will be nourished and give us what we need to rejoice and bloom exactly where we’ve been planted.
But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? Matthew 6:30