Protection in Bad Weather

>> Sunday, July 10, 2016

My vagabond child, Lorri, can’t seem to stop traveling. Not only did she and I drive from my home in Kennewick, Washington to Banff, Canada and back the first part of June, but she also packed a U-Haul and drove from my home to Columbus, Georgia.

That took care of June.

On the fourth of July she climbed in a rental car (because hers had been rear-ended and was in the shop) and drove from Columbus, Georgia to San Antonio, Texas. That’s where my one remaining sibling lives, my brother Tony. I volunteered to be her weatherman as she drove those 13 hours.  Weather was not an issue.

I want you to know I take my job very seriously.

Her plan was to leave San Antonio this morning and arrive in Columbus early tomorrow.  Just before I climbed into bed last night I checked the weather app. OK, so I think it’s fun to watch the radar, figure out the direction the storms are going and keep tabs to see if I know what I’m talking about.

I’m a meteorologist wannabe.

Her entire route home said thunderstorms. And we know what thunderstorms can be like in places named Houston, Beaumont, Baton Rouge, New Orleans, Mobile and Columbus.

So I prayed and fell asleep, placing her trip in God’s hands.


Before church this morning, I checked the radar.  It wasn’t good. She was going to have some pretty rough weather to drive through. I hope she got an early start. Not so.  As I was leaving church I received a text that she was headed out. I sat in my car and checked the weather on my iPad (which I brought with me for just that purpose). It showed she could get as far as Lake Charles before the weather became a factor.

At Sulphur, just west of Lake Charles, she checked in again. I consulted the radar. My text told her the weather had moved north and she could proceed to Baton Rouge before she hit bad weather.

Each time I checked the radar, the weather ahead of her was clearing. My next text to her said, “Lorri, I am watching God clear the way for you.  Praises.”



This is a blog in progress. She is one hour from Baton Rouge now. If she wants to keep going the road ahead is good. Prayer works.

“You…provide a warm, dry place in bad weather…” Isaiah 25:4 (MSG)


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Earthly or Eternal Perspective

>> Friday, May 20, 2016

I stood on the patio…the morning sun peeking through the trees.  A gorgeous day was at hand.

We built such a lovely house, designed for our old age…all on one floor…wide halls…low maintenance. And John only got to enjoy it for three years. What a shame he can’t delight in the home he put so much thought into.

Just that quickly I had another thought.

Duh. He is living in a mansion and isn’t missing this house at all.  So I guess it’s up to me to enjoy it…and so I will. 

In life we are constantly given the opportunity to see our circumstances from an earthly perspective or from the eternal point of view. 

So what’s going on in your life? Any chance you need to change your perspective?

 “Set your mind on the things that are above, not on the things that are upon the earth.” Colossians 3:2 (ASV)


  

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Key Not Detected

>> Wednesday, April 27, 2016

This past weekend I rode with a friend to an out-of-town event, so I left my car key in a container on my kitchen counter. I had a lovely time and returned home Saturday evening.

Sunday morning I gathered my purse and Bible, went to the garage, climbed in my car and pushed the “start” button. Nothing happened. Before my mind had a chance to go through all the possible scenarios, these words appeared on the screen.

Key not detected. 

I always carry my key in my purse, the one lying on the seat beside me. As I stared at my purse, puzzled, I remembered. My key was still in the kitchen, right where I left it.

Imagine my surprise when I read the title of the sermon on the bulletin…The Power to Open Heaven for You. We need a key to get in. I listened as the pastor explained we would not be passing through the door to heaven unless we had a relationship with Jesus. He carries a whole key ring.

I am the living one. I died, but look—I am alive forever and ever! And I hold the keys of death and the grave.” Revelation 1:18 (NLT)

When I come to the end of my journey here on earth, I do not want to hear “Key not detected.”

And that’s not all. You will have complete and free access to God’s kingdom, keys to open any and every door:…” Matthew 16:19 (MSG)



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Thrown in the Deep End

>> Wednesday, April 13, 2016

When John and I had our new home built, he designed his office just the way he envisioned it. A big window along one wall that looked out to the living room…and beyond through the living room window to the fire pit on the patio. It was my suggestion to put blinds on the window to his office, just in case it got messy in there. (Smile) 

When I sold our business and had to clean out his office, I brought his personal stuff home and placed it in his home office too. And then I closed the blinds and shut the door. After his passing, I was not ready to probe the contents of his boxes and belongings.

Recently my Internet was not working correctly. After time spent at Charter, I returned home with a new modem and router. A Starbucks friend, Steve, offered to come over and get the new equipment set up. But they resided in John’s office and were connected to his computer.

I could feel John’s presence when we entered that room. Hopefully this wouldn’t take long. The equipment was hooked up, the phone call placed to activate it and then the computer restarted.

My heart sank to my toes.

The screen said iCloud wanted John’s password. We tried the only one I had ever heard John say. It didn’t work. I went numb at the thought of losing the memories in there. And so began my search…through his personal stuff…his boxes…the essence of John. Steve left me to my task while he attended a meeting. I cried. I prayed. And I continued digging.

No password.
 
Steve returned with a ray of hope. He knew another way to get a password reset…use John’s Gmail account. But of course, Gmail wanted John’s password. The only one I knew worked. But relief was slow coming. After Steve left, I sat in the family room and stared…totally drained emotionally.

As the hours passed and I began to recover, my hesitancy to enter John’s office slowly dissipated. The anticipated grief in that room no longer hung as a weight around my neck.

I had been thrown in the deep end of the pool…and hadn’t drowned.

His office door is open. I say “hi” to him as I pass. Soon it will be cleaned up and the blinds will be opened. Inadvertently I was forced to take one more step to wholeness.


“Your joy will be a river overflowing its banks!” John 16:24 (MSG)



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