“The cautious faith that never saws off a limb on which it is sitting, never learns that unattached limbs may find strange unaccountable ways of not falling.”
                                                                                                               ― Dallas Willard

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“I have never in my life envied a human being who led an easy life; I have envied a great many people who led difficult lives and led them well.”  
                                                                                                   ― Theodore Roosevelt 

Unexpected

Pre-op appointment day.
Knee replacement surgery meant to alleviate her pain.
No mystery there.

Had she been tired lately?
Yes.
Had she felt “off” somehow?
Yes.
Any shortness of breath?
Yes.

How long had this been going on?
“A couple weeks.”
“You look pale.”

Leukemia.
Acute.
Shock!

One month of in-patient.
Now home.
My friend has changed.

Threes!

What we think.
What we know.
What is yet to be known.

God, her Sustainer.
Prayer, her discipline.
Pastor Husband, her constant companion.

What a strange life we live.

You for You!

My sister recently showed me pictures from a family gathering.

A family that was mine, but not mine.

I was in the picture, appearing to be maybe three years old.

Unaware of what would follow.

It made me sad. For all we’ve lost, for what might have been, for that disconnect that never healed itself; partly my fault, partly theirs.

This song reminded me of it.

Love the people in your lives. They need it, but so do you!!

The Crash

She knew something had to be said. Had to be done. Something had to happen to shake up the sameness with which she met each day. She was bored. She was disinterested. She was going to find herself in trouble soon, if she didn’t first find something purposeful to do with her life. That’s when she’d read the words from that classic book, My Utmost for His Highest.

“If you do not break the moorings, God will have to break them by a storm and send you out. Launch all on God, go out on the great swelling tide of His purpose, and you will get your eyes open (June 8 reading).”

“What was she missing?” she wondered. “What tide? What swelling? What purpose? What was she missing?”

The black.

Blurry vision. Pain. Someone was talking, but she couldn’t answer. Couldn’t think. Sounds. All around her, motion. She was being questioned, but by whom?

Moments passed. How many? Who could tell?

Touching. Hands moving over her body, attempting to find broken bones. Consciousness, then sleep again. A sharp pinch, or was it a poke? Metal sliding under skin.

Hands, again. Hands moving slowly, while consciousness tried again. Clothes ripping, or torn, or shredded…

“Can you move? Do you feel any pain? Can you tell us your name?”

Questions swirling around like bats in fog. Hard. Hard to understand. Harder, still, to respond. She couldn’t.

Black again, then light rising. “How long? How long had it been?”

White rectangle on black. Stiff. So close, but her arms wouldn’t rise to the occasion. Prayers? Tears? Family? Angels?!

A warm sensation came over her, enveloped her. She slept once more.

The Lost is Found-Dreams

lost-found

Have you ever gone to sleep with something on your mind, and then dreamed about it during the night?

I knew a mom once whose daughter had lost her boyfriend’s class ring. If it wasn’t found, the family of the girl would have to reimburse the purchase price; an expensive proposition for anyone. Mom prayed, and in her dreams that night God asked her to look again. Moreover, he directed her where to look. In the milk carton the family used for composted materials. It seemed odd, strange even, but in the morning, she went to the spot she had been directed to search out and lifted-up a wilted lettuce leaf. There, laying atop the rotting vegetables, was the class ring.

God cares about everything that affects us. Everything!

You may not be missing a class ring today. You may not be receiving divine guidance in your dreams. Maybe the things you’ve lost have stayed lost.

One thing is for sure: God’s still communicating with his world.

Sometimes he communicates truth through a song that we can’t get out of our heads.

Sometimes, he speaks life into our lives through the words of others, written in blogs.

He impresses upon us a particular way forward.

He keeps reminding us of that certain person.

He sends us to compost heaps, where we find direction, guidance, help and yes, rings.

If it’s been a while since you’ve heard from God, maybe it’s time to find a field, a rock, and a promise especially for you.  That’s what I’m doing today. Join me.

When has the lost been found in your life? What are you missing today?