Archive | October, 2010

Tractor

27 Oct

Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace,
whose
mind is stayed on thee: because he trusts in thee.
Isaiah 26:3 

 

The tractor that pulled the wagon to the pumpkin patch

Not quite sure how it happened, but our little grandson loves tractors.  Perhaps it was the John Deere tractor book that sat among all the other children’s books…a tractor tire at each corner so it could roll around on the shelf.  Maybe it was because his Grandpa Arndt took him for rides around their property on their lawn mower tractor, or … just because.  For whatever reason, Cole loves tractors.

Cole really enjoys anything that has wheels, moves, and makes noise.  He becomes quite animated with the various sounds that vehicles make and he is pretty good at differentiating between them all.  Our home sits along a very busy road and he will always respond when he hears something loud that goes down the street.  His eyes will get big, he’ll sort of gasp with excitement, and then make the appropriate noise that matches what he heard. His favorites are motorcycles, loud trucks or cars, and fire trucks.  He loves to stand at the window in our bedroom that faces the busy road and watch the traffic as it comes and goes.  Excited bounces up and down, gasps of delight, motor noises from his cute little lips, and fingers constantly pointing … all the while saying CAR, TRACTOR  ~  with an occasional ‘HOOO  HOOO’ when he thinks he sees a dog over at the neighbor’s house. 

Cole's favorite toy tractor at Grami's house

Cole has a lot of toys and he plays with a great variety of things.  He loves music, so if a particular toy will sing for him, he’ll twist the knob, push the handle, or pull the string that is required to hear the melody.  He has monkeys, tools, balls, and other little kid toys, but if you were to set it all out on display and let him go pick his favorite, it would be a tractor.  He has his tractors at his house and he has his tractors at Grami’s house.  Both grandpas have yard tractors, and he always gets to take rides with them … I wonder why it seems that he loves THESE guys so??  

Cole enjoys a lot of things, but he most certainly has one focus.  A tractor brings a smile all the way from Cole’s heart.  I’ve thought a lot about this during the past several weeks we have been able to get to know the personality of this little guy and to enjoy his antics.  What is my focus?   What is yours?

Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things. 
Colossians 3:2

 

Therefore we do not lose heart.
Though outwardly we are wasting away,
yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.
For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us
an eternal glory that far outweighs them all.
So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen.
 For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.
2 Corinthians 4:16-18 

 

Life is busy for all of us.  There’s always work to be done, bills to be paid, places to go, and things to do.   But dare we get so caught up in the duties that demand our attention that we fail to truly focus on why we are able to even take our next breath.  God our Creator desires the TRACTOR in our life to be Him.  He loves us.  In the midst of our busyness, may we fix our eyes, our thoughts, and our hearts on Jesus.  Just like Cole, may Jesus be our last thought as we fall asleep and be our first thought when we awake. 

 

 

Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith,
who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame,
 and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.
Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men,
 so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.
Hebrews 12:2-3

 

Therefore, holy brothers, who share in the heavenly calling,
fix your thoughts on Jesus, the apostle and high priest whom we confess.
Hebrews 3:1

 

My prayer is that as this little 19 month old boy continues to grow up and learn more and more about tractors, ABCs, and life, that we as grandparents will partner with this young family in teaching Cole about the love of Jesus. 

 Fix these words of mine in your hearts and minds;
 tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads.
 Teach them to your children, talking about them when you sit at home
and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.
Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates,
 so that your days and the days of your children may be many in the land that the LORD
 swore to give your forefathers, as many as the days that the heavens are above the earth.
Deuteronomy  11:18-21

 

Won’t you join me in allowing the TRACTOR of our lives to be Jesus?

Till next time,
Debbie

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My Shepherd

19 Oct

He tends his flock like a shepherd:
He gathers the lambs in his arms
and carries them close to his heart.
Isaiah 40:11

 

Have you ever had one of those nights when you wake up after being asleep for only a couple of hours?  I have on occasion, but most recently just a few nights ago.  After turning over and fluffing up my pillow, I found myself wide awake.  I slipped out of bed and walked across the hall to the bathroom.  Once back in bed, the heaviness and warmth of the recently added electric blanket weighed down on me, so I got up again and made my way to the kitchen to get some cold water.  The coolness of the liquid felt good, but only for a brief moment.  I crawled back in bed.  I closed my eyes and tried to settle my mind, but instead, thoughts began to race through my head, wrecking havoc to my heart.  Have you ever been there?  I know that sometimes the Lord wakes me up during the wee hours of the morning and I feel an urgency to pray for someone or a particular situation, but I have also learned from experience that Satan can wake me up as well.  Instead of being able to pray my way out the dark pit I felt myself slipping into, I laid there wrestling with the enemy.  After three hours of restless stirrings, my weary mind and exhausted spirit began to search the archives of scripture that I have set to memory.  The only passage that I could clearly remember was the 23rd Psalm…King James Version, of course.  That is how I memorized it as a young child.  Now in the light of day, I am convinced even more so of the importance of teaching our children scripture at a young age.  Psalm 23 somehow penetrated its way through the blackness of my night … do you think it was because it had been engraved on my heart for so many years?

The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.

I love this!  I claim ownership right here!  He is MY Shepherd!  What more do I need?   Nothing … just Jesus!!

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul:

I laid there and slowly began to relax as I envisioned being led into a wide open and spacious meadow full of the richness of Jesus … to lie down and be refreshed and restored by Jesus, MY Shepherd.


he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness
 for his name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

Even though some of those paths may be through valleys full of shadows and long nights, I still know that I can trust MY Shepherd that those paths lead me to righteousness … for His name’s sake … It’s not about me, but it’s all for Him!!

I will fear no evil: for thou art with me;
thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Evil, with all its demons of fear, doubt, bitterness, and all those dark night-time darts that the enemy threw at me tried its best to consume me, but I reached out for MY Shepherd, for He promises that He is with me … His very heart comforts me.


Thou preparest a table before me
in the presence of mine enemies:
thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

A victorious and overwhelming banquet … for MY Shepherd Jesus and me!


Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:

My heart began to soar as I came to this verse … my key verse for Morsels of Mercy … a promise to me from the heart of MY Shepherd!!  These precious words also brought to mind a very special song from my days back in Albuquerque in Pastor Gregg’s choir.  Sweet Aroma of Praise …


and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.

 

“Forever” began for me just a little over 50 years ago now!   I’m so grateful that I don’t have to wait till I die to dwell in the house of the Lord forever … I can be there now! 

It was the words of this ancient Psalm that finally broke through the tight grip of darkness, and I rested for the remaining few hours of the morning in the sweet presence of MY Shepherd.  It is there that I long to stay.  Where His mercies and His compassions are new every morning … He is my portion, my hope, and I seek Him and wait for Him. 

Won’t you join me?

Till next time,
Debbie

It is of the LORD’s mercies that we are not consumed,
because his compassions fail not.
They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.
The LORD is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him.
The LORD is good unto them that wait for him, to the soul that seeketh him.
It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the LORD.
Lamentations 3:22-26

 

Fifty

11 Oct

 

Your Word is a lamp to my feet
and a light for my path.
Psalm 119:105

 

My BIG 50 birthday bash in Indy

October 6th hit the calendars just a few days ago and I turned 50 years old.  It seems sort of weird to say, because we all think of ourselves as quite a bit younger than we really are.  I mean I have two kids … and they are cute kids, too!  Then it hits me.  My baby is 24 and my oldest is now a mommy herself, and I am a Grami!  Ok … I guess I could be 50 then.  But where has the time gone?

Well, some of it was spent playing in the neighborhood of Bomar Addition.  Endless summers of fishing, kickball, riding bikes, homemade paper dolls from the Sears and Roebuck catalogs, and board games on the front porch.  Winters were filled with hopeful snow days off from school, snow sleds, and hot chocolate.  I am blessed with a childhood full of memories that could fill a book all of its own!

Marriage, children, major life events of moves, deaths, friendships, jobs, … LIFE.  The details of mine are different than yours, but we all get to the same milestones of life.  I trust that when we all arrive at these particular spots in our lives, that we pause for a brief moment to consider where we’ve been and where we’re headed. 

The other evening, Tim and I ventured out on the motorcycle for a ride.  We stopped at a pizza shop for dinner and by the time we were finished eating, it was nearly dark.  My initial personal and private reaction to this scenario was one of slight dread, but I knew that the only alternative was to ask Tim to ride home alone and bring the car back to get me, which defeated the purpose of spending time together. I prayed and asked God to calm my slightly trembling spirit and bolster my courageous and adventurous self.  As I snuggled up behind him on the back of the bike, the cool evening air refreshed my soul as I looked out over the beautiful Pennsylvania horizon to catch the final glimpse of the day.  I sat there reminiscing about the countless sunsets, equally as breathtaking, that I have enjoyed during my lifetime.   This was the first one, however, from on the back of a motorcycle.  I began to thank the Lord for His blessings over the past 50 years … and for His gentle nudges to trust Him with the remaining ones. 

When I was a little girl, I thought time took its time … summers lasted forever, and one school year to another stretched out for all eternity, it seemed.  As I hit the double digits and my trek through life began to gather steam, I remember thinking that time was loosening its grip, and it was truly picking up speed.  With the turn of each new decade, the acceleration has progressively increased, necessitating that I hold on a bit tighter as the years have brought some pretty big bumps, curves, and even some very dark nights along the way.  But as I came around the bend just last week, somehow, I have reached 50 years old.  Although the years will continue to slide past at an ever-increasing pace, I know that I am headed toward an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade, kept in Heaven for me.  Wherever you are on your journey, won’t you join me in His great mercy, to accept the gift of New Birth into a Living Hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ?  With great anticipation of what’s ahead, and with an inexpressible and glorious joy …

Until next time,
Debbie

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ!
In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through
the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and into an inheritance
that can never perish, spoil or fade–kept in heaven for you, 
who through faith are shielded by God’s power until the coming of the salvation
that is ready to be revealed in the last time.  In this you greatly rejoice,
though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials.
 These have come so that your faith–of greater worth than gold,
which perishes even though refined by fire–may be proved genuine
and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed.
 Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not
see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible
 and glorious joy,  for you are receiving the goal of your faith,
 the salvation of your souls.
1 Peter 1:3-9