A Season for Everything

It was the springtime. We were house hunting. We knew our budget, the type of house and location we were looking for. We walked into the house one Sunday afternoon. It was outdated. The house had a tired kitchen, ugly wallpaper, faded carpet, and outdated bathrooms. In fact, the entire house reeked of the 80’s.

But we fell in love with the house. The location was private and beautiful. The neighborhood was quiet and small. We made an offer. A lowball offer. After all, we would have to update the entire house unless we wanted the vintage look. We didn’t.

The offer was rejected. Our realtor suggested we wait three weeks. If no offer was received by then, the owner would reduce the price. Low and behold, that is what happened. We made another offer. They countered. Finally, we agreed upon a price. The house was ours.

The previous owner must have loved bearded irises. The south side of the house was planted with multiple colors of the flower. The iris is a flower I’ve never been fond of. I knew she had to love irises, because she had a huge bouquet of them sitting on the dining room table when we toured the house. It was iris season. I’m sure she was very proud of her iris bed. What she didn’t know was that I had plans to get rid of every last iris.

I imagine the former owner had most likely spent many hours in her iris bed. Planting. Weeding. Pruning. Deadheading. Cutting the fresh blooms to enjoy indoors.

But once she sold the house, all bets were off for that iris bed. I had plans, and they didn’t include irises. What she didn’t know was that I loved peonies, roses and zinnias. Instead of having all purple flowers, I wanted to see some pinks and reds and oranges. Even yellow.

I waited a couple of years before I decided it was time to make some changes. The flower bed was bigger than I realized, so I only managed to dig up one third of the bulbs the first fall. The next year, I removed another third of the bulbs. Finally, this year I’ve dug out the remaining third of the flowerbed.

Now I can begin the real work of making the flowerbed mine.


We don’t remember what happened in the past, and in future generations, no one will remember what we are doing now. Ecclesiastes 1:11


It’s easy to be offended when someone comes along and makes changes to what you once held dear. Times change. Interests are updated. People grow.  What was once new is now old, and what was old is now new again.  

Change can be liberating or exhausting.  Depending on what side of the equation you’re on, someone else’s decision to change may just be the motivation to get you out of your comfort zone.  It may be the nudge to actually move on when moving on wasn’t on your mind.

Letting go of old and beloved flowers or habits or traditions or jobs can take your breath away, or it can bring new life. It all depends on the attitude of
adjustment.  It doesn’t have to be offensive.

I came to hate all my hard work here on earth, for I must leave to others everything I have earned. And who can tell whether my successors will be wise or foolish? Yet they will control everything I have gained by my skill and hard work under the sun. How meaningless!  So I gave up in despair, questioning the value of all my hard work in this world.  Some people work wisely with knowledge and skill, then must leave the fruit of their efforts to someone who hasn’t worked for it. This, too, is meaningless, a great tragedy.  Ecclesiastes 2:18-21 

The flowerbed that once held colorful bearded irises will produce something different in the spring.  White peonies.  Pink roses.  Orange Chinese lanterns.  The possibilities are endless.  Each season, the flowerbed that only held irises will now shine with new colors and blooms.  It will have a new look.  A future owner will never know irises once grew in the space.  But then again, they may remove all my hard work and start a fresh new space.  It is expected.  It is accepted.  There are times when change needs to occur in order for stagnation to be replaced by fresh newness.

There is a time and a season for everything.  Adjusting to change is hard, especially when it isn’t an expected or desired change.  Newness can bring new life and new opportunities that one would never have experienced if the change hadn’t occurred.  

It isn’t easy to embrace change, but moving on to new pastures can be refreshing and invigorating.  Otherwise, change can cause an inner death and allow a root of bitterness to grow.  Accept change.  Allow the newness of discomfort to challenge and renew your spirit.  New life blooms ahead in the new season.

For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1 

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Inside Out

Over the past nine years, I have changed my eating habits. I started by eating clean, so I removed processed foods, white sugar, white flour and pop. As the years progressed, my eating habits changed even further. I removed gluten, grains and soy. I’ve even removed dairy, eggs, corn and peanuts. I eat low fat.

Some may ask what’s left to eat. Fruits and vegetables, of course. I drink a big fruit smoothie for breakfast. I eat plenty of fruits and vegetables throughout the day. I eat potatoes like they’re going out of style. I’ll eat a salad and steamed veggies at lunch. I throw in some chicken or beef with my salad and steamed veggies at dinner. Occasionally, I’ll throw in a chocolate treat as a treat.

I’ve recently begun juicing. I’ll drink a big glass of celery juice early in the morning. I’ve read that it’s supposed to heal your insides. It’s supposed to heal your body of many unknown diseases and ailments. So I’m drinking it. To be honest, I’ve never been a big fan of eating celery. But drinking it? Well, it tastes like liquid celery.

Over the weeks and months I’ve been drinking it, I’ve become accustomed to the flavor. It’s still not my favorite, but it’s tolerable. I’m waiting to see if it does its internal magic. Some say the healing could take months or years. I’m still waiting. I’m not sure what healing I need, but I sure would like to get rid of some aches and pains, plus a few extra pounds.

There are days when I do eat eggs or dairy or gluten. I thoroughly enjoyed a cheeseburger lettuce wrap and fries the other day. I can’t say I’m perfect at eating this way, but I do my best. I lapse from time to time. I tell myself that eating the foods on my “NO” list won’t kill me, so it’s ok. But eating them may prolong or slow down any internal healing.


He personally carried our sins in his body on the cross so that we can be dead to sin and live for what is right. By his wounds you are healed. 1 Peter 2:24


I think of my soul. My spiritual life. As a person who has made the decision to be a Christian, my life is different. I need to heal from the inside out in order to be presentable to God on the day of judgment.

I’ve learned that it’s not about all the do’s and don’ts of being a Christian that make me closer to God. I’ve discovered that as a believer, I must change certain behaviors and attitudes. I’ve found that in order to heal from the inside out as a believer, I must walk the walk of Christ. I’ve learned that my life must match up to His teachings. I must lose my pride and selfish ways in order to follow and obey my Savior.

Oh. There are certain things I don’t do. There are certain words I don’t say. There are certain events I choose not to participate in. There are lines I don’t cross. But there are also certain activities that I make sure to join. There are habits I must develop in order to make Jesus Christ my priority.

I attend church. I am involved in a Bible study. I share a portion of my income to build God’s kingdom. I pray. I read the Bible. I have close friends who are also followers of Christ. I have found that doing those things isn’t enough, though.

I’ve learned that it’s not so much the giving up of things, but it’s the giving in to obedience. Obeying what the Healer says. Going where he says go. Staying when he says stay. Listening to the words he says. Saying the words he provides. Acting out his love to those who need it most.

I must work to heal my insides of judging others. I must work to rid myself of gossip. I must remove anything in my life that takes priority over my relationship with Christ. This healing will take a lifetime. Daily I learn more about my weaknesses and failures as I walk this journey. But I don’t walk alone. I am walking side by side with the Healer.

I find that as I heal, I sometimes fall back into my old ways. I will mistreat someone. I will develop a bad attitude. I will gossip. I will think more highly of myself than I do of others. This healing is a lifelong process.

This healing from the inside out isn’t really about me. It’s about who is healing me. The one who died to save me and forgive my sins. My healing will make this unworthy soul worthy to stand in his presence for eternity.

I also must constantly remind myself that everyone I meet is in a struggle for spiritual survival, whether they know it or not. I must view others as Christ does — a soul in need of salvation. When I look at others, I must have concern for them, because they too will stand in judgment for their eternal destiny. They too require healing from the inside out. I carry a message that provides healing not only for me, but for everyone I meet.

Close to You

It was a beautiful fall morning, and I was working in my flower bed. It was time to prepare for the unknown weather conditions of the upcoming winter. It was time to prepare the outdoors for cold weather.

When I went indoors to gather my garden tools, my dog was sitting by the front door. She was waiting for me. Hoping I would come indoors and spend time with her. On a Saturday afternoon, she prefers to sit by my side. She enjoys being in my presence.

So I got her leash and tied her up outside near the flower bed. She wanted so badly to be near me that she sat right in the middle of the flower bed. She sat as close as she could possibly get to me. She just wanted to be with me. She loves me. She trusts me. She enjoys being with me.

After awhile, she ventured further away. She sat several feet away in the grass enjoying the beautiful day. She sat where she could always see me. She wanted to keep me in her line of sight. She wanted me to know that she was waiting for me to come close. She hoped I would take a break from my work to sit down and rub her belly. She wanted me to make time for her. She wanted to know that I felt the same love for her that she felt for me.

This dog guards me like it’s nobody’s business. She stands glued to my side. She even protects me from the man whose name I share. She will stand in front of me to make sure I’m ok when he and I are in the same room. If he tries to hug me, she jumps on him. She protects me from her perceived evils. She is my guard and protector.


The Lord is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth. Psalms 145:18


Oh. How my Heavenly Father does the same for me. He loves me. He wants me to spend time with him. He’s always there. Waiting. Hoping I’ll set aside the things I call important to be with him.

There are times he sits so close that I can’t move without bumping into him. And I love that. I want to always be in his presence. Don’t I? There are other times that he is watching from the sidelines. He’s hoping that I’ll put down my garden tools of life and choose to open his word. The book of life he’s given me to read. He wants to be with me. He wants me to love him the way that he loves me. He wants to spend time with me. He wants me to want to spend time with him. But he doesn’t force me. He allows me to choose my priorities and allegiances.

God is my protector. He is my shield and defender in time of battle. He goes before me and behind me. He surrounds me with his presence. In known dangers and even in unknown, he is with me. He hides me in the cleft of the rock and covers me with his blood of redemption.

The Lord is my shepherd; I have all that I need. He lets me rest in green meadows; he leads me beside peaceful streams. He renews my strength. He guides me along right paths, bringing honor to his name. Even when I walk through the darkest valley, I will not be afraid, for you are close beside me. Your rod and your staff protect and comfort me. You prepare a feast for me in the presence of my enemies. You honor me by anointing my head with oil. My cup overflows with blessings. Surely your goodness and unfailing love will pursue me all the days of my life, and I will live in the house of the Lord forever. Psalms 23:1-6

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Sure Footing

He noticed wrongdoing at work. He took it as long as he could. So he talked to his bosses. They listened. Offered to help. Told him to be cautious. The harassment continued. So a formal complaint was filed and a hearing was scheduled.

His family prayed. His friends prayed. His church prayed. They hoped and prayed that the wrongs would be righted. That the bullies would be put in their place.

That didn’t happen.

His boss sided with the bad guys. He was told to forget it and move on. No wrongdoing was found. It was just personality differences. That’s what they said.

Now what? How was he supposed to continue working with people he couldn’t trust? How would he get a fair review from sketchy reviewers? What was his next step? What should he do?

How does someone handle life when God hasn’t come through for him? At least in the way he hoped and needed. What does a person do when life gets tougher when it was already tough enough?

Our situational difficulty may be our spiritual necessity. Kandy Persall

Someone else seemed to have the world at his fingertips. His career was looking up. He was going to make a name for himself. Things were going his way. Until they weren’t.  Until his world came crashing down. He lost the business. He lost his family. Then he lost hope. He had nowhere to turn.

It seemed that the foundation his faith was built on was shifting sand. Not the solid rock he thought it was. Was his faith in himself or in God? The test was becoming far too real for comfort. Failure had never been an option, but now it seemed all other options were gone. Where was hope when he needed it most?

What do you do when life throws you a curve ball that you just can’t dodge. How do you trust God when he seems to have let you down?

She had a rough day at work. She was out with friends eating dinner. The first thing she did was order a drink. To take the edge off.  She needed to calm down. Calm her nerves. That’s what she said.

Why was her first thought to numb the stress? Why not walk through the stress with God by your side?  Why not open the word of God? Find a biblical promise to guide you and hold you through the stresses of life? She says she trusts God, but why is alcohol the first comfort she reaches for?


But as for me, I almost lost my footing. My feet were slipping, and I was almost gone. Psalms 73:2


At times, all we have during our hurts, trials and disappointments is Jesus. He’s the calm in the storm. He’s the light shining in the darkest night. He’s the fighter in the fight for survival. He’s the refuge when the going gets tough.

Isn’t Jesus enough? Has he proven himself to you? Do you let him prove himself or do you run straight to that bottle? Or that lottery ticket?  Or that website? Or that credit card?

When will Jesus be enough if you’ve never let him show you that he is enough?

Pain hurts. Fear scares. Pride puffs. Disappointment disappoints. Through it all. God still stands. He is always victorious in his battles.  

Even when our feet slip and our footing is unsure in this life, God is the anchor. He is the rock. He is the current in the stream of life. He stays with us and keeps us from falling if we reach for him. If he is the source of strength we turn to in our most difficult, darkest moments, we will see him shine as bright as the day. His promises are true. He can be trusted. His love is sure even when times aren’t.

I know now, Lord, why you utter no answer. You are yourself the answer. C.S. Lewis

Above the Fray

I watched a video recently of sand breaking apart as ocean water washed up on it. The sand that had once looked sturdy, thick and solid was crumbling. With one sweep of an ocean wave, the sand that appeared to be packed tight, instantly split apart and fell into the waves. The sand had no strength against the strong force of the ocean. It wasn’t prepared for the liquid force of nature against each tiny granule. The ocean won that day.

Fabric can fray. In order to prevent a bolt of fabric from fraying, the edges of the lengthwise grain of the fabric are tightly and thickly woven. It’s called the selvage. Once cut, though, the fabric can easily fray. If not careful, several inches of fabric can be lost due to the fraying.

Life can be tricky and uncertain. Circumstances out of our control can easily tear us apart. If our faith isn’t firmly grounded in the truth of God’s word, it can fall apart at the slightest notion. If our faith is formed by those who call themselves light but are indeed darkness, will we realize before it’s too late that we’ve been deceived? How strong is faith if it hasn’t been tested and tried? Is it even faith?


If the light you think you have is actually darkness, how deep that darkness is! Matthew 6:23


How can a person live above the fray of life without unraveling? How does one hold it together when life is falling apart? When the wind blows the house down? When the waves cause the walls to collapse around you? When you’re accused of wrongdoing even though you’ve done no wrong? When everything seems to go wrong all at the same time? How do you stand in the midst of the crumbling sand? When the test of time tests your faith, does your faith still stand?

Jesus could cite biblical passages to explain his behavior. His entire life was exactly in line with biblical teaching. If someone questioned his actions, he could quote Scripture to back up his behavior. He could discuss biblical passages with comfort and ease. He lived above the fray. Even when tempted, he resisted. Can you? Can I?

How do you explain your behavior?  Does it fall in line with Scripture?  Love your neighbor and your enemy.  Do good to those who persecute you.  Treat others the way you want to be treated.  Turn the other cheek.  Forgive as you have been forgiven.  Don’t steal or kill. Don’t commit adultery. Resist temptation. 

I look at my life. My actions. What part of Scripture do they point to?

How far above the fray do I live? Could my faith unravel at a moment’s notice? Am I living far enough away from the shoreline that I won’t sink or drown? Do I live just close enough to be accepted by those who don’t call themselves believers? Do I toe the line just enough to say I’m a follower of Christ? Does my life reflect continual growth and knowledge of God’s word?

I have to ask myself. Do my thoughts reflect the attitude of Christ? Do my words cast doubt about my relationship with God? Do my actions mirror biblical truth?

Seek the truth. Know the truth. Live the truth.

Invisible

Sometimes I feel invisible at work. I work hard. I do my job well. I don’t cause trouble. If I didn’t speak up about issues I feel strongly about, would I even be noticed?

Is it because I don’t make waves? I don’t cause trouble.  I don’t do personal things at work. So I’m not noticed. That should be a good thing. Right?

Why am I not included in certain group emails or chats that relate to questions I can answer? Why am I not offered preferential treatment like others are?

Why does special treatment pass over me to others who’ve come after me? Because where I work seniority is everything. Except when it comes to me. Or so it seems.

I ask myself these questions but I don’t voice them. But it doesn’t make sense to me.

These are things I ponder. But I don’t want to dwell on them too long, or they could begin to fester. My wondering could become a bad attitude and take me down a path of sin. Sin as in grudges, treating others in a way that puts me and them in a bad light. Gossip. Saying things, true or not, about others just to puff up myself and put them down.  I don’t need that, nor do I want it.


Do not be afraid, for I have ransomed you. I have called you by name. You are mine. Isaiah 43:1


I received a great performance review. No negative feedback. No suggestions for improvement. A decent raise. But it makes me wonder. What was the feedback they should have given? After all, I’m far from perfect. Or does my reviewer just not know how to give feedback, regardless of it being positive or negative. 

I ponder. I have to leave it all in God’s hands, because his ways are higher than my ways. His plan is perfect. I need to trust him even when I can’t see the road ahead.  Perhaps God is protecting me. Shielding me from petty differences. Guiding me down a narrow path, because the wide path may lead to disgrace or discouragement. Perhaps he has me right where he wants me. And I just need to let go of any feelings of concern that could begin to grow if I dwell long and hard enough on them.

Why can’t I be content where I am? Why do I continue to want what I don’t have, even though I don’t know what I want? And I know that what I have is right for me right now. Do I just want to be noticed and rewarded for doing my job? Is this just an issue of pride trying to replace my humble lot in life?

I know the One who knows my name. I am not invisible to Him. He knows the plans He has for me. Plans to prosper me and not to harm me. Plans to give me hope and a future. He holds my future in his hands. And my future in His hands far outshines the future I can try to manipulate or instigate. I need to be silent and wait for His lead. May His name be praised.

In the Hands of a Rational God

Consider this. God’s entire plan for mankind seems irrational. If you have to ask. I’ve just read about God coming to earth as a newborn babe. He had to grow and mature. Just like us. He had to experience life as his people did. The hurts. And fears. And failures. Temptations. Trials. Bullying. False accusations. He didn’t survive it. Not physically. But that was the master plan.

There was that one time when God asked his people to walk across a moving river. He said the waters would part. So they walked right in. Fully clothed. Faith filled. And the waters parted.

Then there was the time He told an old woman that she would give birth to a long desired child. When she was way past the age of childbearing. He heard her laugh. But somehow. Someway. The old fashioned way. She gave birth to a baby boy.

And many years later, He sent an angel to tell a young virgin that she would have a baby. And that baby would be God as a person. He would die to save all of the human race from their sins. And he asked her fiance to trust him on this one. The baby was His. God’s baby. God was the baby. Unexplainable. Unbelievable. Undeniable. They trusted. The baby was born. He died as a young man to save all mankind from their sins.

Sure. These are all historical facts. But they’re truth. They actually happened. Believe it or not.


“My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts,” says the Lord . “And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine. For just as the heavens are higher than the earth, so my ways are higher than your ways and my thoughts higher than your thoughts.” Isaiah 55:8-9


Consider this. God heals people today. He cures diseases. He provides jobs at just the time they’re needed. He walks through dark valleys with those who call on him. He allows tough times to fall on those who call him Lord. He doesn’t forget them. He gives rest to the weary and strength to the weak.
He doesn’t always straighten the crooked roads. He allows the bends to occur. God doesn’t always remove us from our troubles. He walks with us through them. He gives us the strength and ability to survive the tough times. When we call on Him.

If we didn’t go through suffering,  we wouldn’t know God was able. We wouldn’t know he could provide. We wouldn’t know he could heal. It’s in the irrational, ugly, unbelievable, seemingly impossible times that God shines the brightest.  That’s when God is rational. Sometimes in ways that seem irrational to man.

He does straighten crooked paths. He does forgive sins. Even the worst sins. And how do you rate a sin? Forgiving any sin seems irrational unless you’re the sinner begging to be forgiven.

These ways aren’t irrational to God. They’re proof of his love and endurance. They’re showing God’s grace and mercy. They prove that God is in control and His will and ways are perfect. Whether we believe it or like it, God’s love is rational and purposeful.  God knows what he is doing.

So what may seem irrational to a human is completely logical to God. He has a purpose and a plan for everything. All his moves are ordained. His wisdom defies human logic. His timing is spot on. His ways are unexplainable. He doesn’t need to explain himself.

Secret Sins

He was coming over to the house after work. We had scheduled an appointment to have a couple of minor household repairs done. The day before the appointment, I realized my house wasn’t in order. My house wasn’t ready to be seen by someone who didn’t live there. I needed to make it presentable. I needed to clean up and put things away.

So I started cleaning. Straightening up the areas the man would walk by in order to get to the repairs. I didn’t want him to see the clutter. The stacks of papers I hadn’t gotten around to filing or tossing. I didn’t want him to see how we really lived. I cleaned up the island cluttered with mail. Why do we keep piles of unread mail on it, anyway? Why don’t we keep the house straightened up? Just in case someone would stop by at a moment’s notice? Why don’t I live prepared for unexpected guests?

You may be sure that your sin will find you out. Numbers 32:23

We reconfigured the cubicles at work. The problem workers are now seated where their computer monitors are in full view of passersby.  They don’t know it, but rumor has it that they’re being watched. They’re frantically trying to position their monitors so they’re out of  view. They’re profusely and loudly complaining about their newly assigned seats.  I want to tell them that if they’re only displaying work on their monitors, there’s no need to be concerned.  If they’re doing nothing wrong, why are they acting so guilty? 

They’ve got to realize that our employer is in the business of watching. We help companies protect their information. So why do my coworkers think they should be above the law? Why do they not realize their every move is monitored? Why don’t they remember that we have experts in our office who hack into other websites for a living? And they do it legally and ethically to help our clients. But these coworkers of mine are doing things openly, yet they think they’re flying under the radar. Don’t they realize it’s not just what can be seen on their monitors that’s being watched? It’s also the contents behind the scenes that are being recorded.


For all that is secret will eventually be brought into the open, and everything that is concealed will be brought to light and made known to all. Luke 8:17


There is someone else. He didn’t know his world was about to come crashing down.  But when the doorbell rang that morning, he was arrested for obscene behavior. Taken to jail in his pajamas. Oh.  He made the news that morning. His job was usually to provide the news. But now he is the news.

He is well known.  well liked.  trusted. For thirty plus years, he has been a public voice in the community.  His world was turned upside down when he opened the front door that morning. Now he’s no longer employed. His career is ruined.  No one knew the secret he was hiding.  or did they?  Was someone shielding him?  Who turned him in?  How was his private life discovered?

And in one moment, everything changed for this man. Oh. Things had already changed for him some time ago. Things began to change when he make a conscious choice to do wrong. Hoping he wouldn’t be discovered.

Do we all have a private life waiting to be discovered?  good?  bad?  ugly?  What will we find when we open the front door? What does our browser history show? What messes are hiding behind our closet doors?  Are we ready to face the piper?  Are we ready to stand in judgment?  On a moment’s notice?

Your sins will find you out. You won’t get away with it. There will be justice. In this life or the next. Or both.

–Jared C. Wilson

Sin is like cancer. It starts small with a bad attitude. Or a sharp word. A poor decision. It slowly builds to another bad decision that over time becomes commonplace. A bad attitude becomes a burnt bridge where there’s no return. A sharp word turns into gossip or lies that grow out of control until false words are accepted as truth.

You can fool all the people some of the time. You can fool some of the people all the time. But you can’t fool all the people all the time.  And you can’t fool God. Ever.

God knows and sees everything all the time.

In the Hands of a Patient God

There are time God’s patience astounds me.  He can hold out forever in fulfilling his promises. He takes his time to provide. He willingly waits for the right moment to endow me with unexpected blessings.

I am thankful for his patience. His slowness to respond at times has allowed my faith to grow. His timeline has given me opportunities to become more like him. To learn patience when I’m in a hurry. To show mercy to someone struggling. To extend grace when I’ve been wronged.

Oh. He could come back to earth at anytime to gather his faithful followers. He could drop everything and rescue us from this dog eat dog world. But he’s waiting.  Patiently waiting. He wants no one to perish. He doesn’t want anyone to waste their eternity in hell. So he’s waiting as long as possible for anyone and everyone to repent and call on his name. 

He’s waiting alright.  God is a patient God. In Hebrews 13:5, God has said, “I will never fail you. I will never abandon you.”’ It’s only through our trust and obedience that God proves this promise to be fact. It isn’t easy. It isn’t simple. But it is. Trust and obey. Believe. Hope. Persevere. And wait. No matter how long it takes. Wait for God to act.


The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. Instead he is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance. 2 Peter 3:9


Oh. He sees us stumble. He watches us falter. He patiently looks over us as we try to guide ourselves or follow a lesser god. He allows us to try our hand at playing God. He patiently waits for us to come crawling back pleading for mercy and forgiveness. So many times. So often we try to take control. And we fail miserably. He did the same thing for the Israelites. He waited. He was patient. But time ran out for them. 

Today God is patiently waiting for us to surrender to his will. He’s waiting for all to repent and follow him. He’s waiting as long as he can. But time will run out. Today. Tomorrow. Next week. Next year. Who knows? Only a patient God knows. 

Left to our own devices, we are trouble. Lying. Cheating. Stealing. We break every last one of the ten commandments without a second thought. If we can get away with it. 

Human history is the long terrible story of man trying to find something other than God which will make him happy. ~C.S. Lewis

God allowed the Israelites to run amok for years. Hundreds of years. They pursued their own dreams. Lived their lives according to their plan. They ignored God’s sovereignty. And God watched them go to ruin. He allowed his chosen people to cause generational devastation on themselves.

He’s waiting for us. He’s waiting for us to put aside our distractions. Inappropriate behavior.  Unhealthy relationships. Addictions. Anything that leads us away from him.

He’s waiting for us to be more attracted to him than we are to anything else. He’s waiting for us to hunger and thirst for a godly life. No matter the cost. Even if giving up all those other attractions means losing friends. Changing jobs. Renouncing lifestyles. Giving up all earthly desires to follow him. 

He’s waiting. But for how long? How much longer do we have to get right with God? The clock is ticking. His patience won’t last forever. 

Be Prepared

She said it so casually. I don’t believe in an afterlife. And neither does my husband. And she laughed as she said it. She thinks that there is nothing for her after her last breath.

Her husband doesn’t think the topic is a laughing matter. The way she described the scene in their home led me to believe her husband is petrified of what’s to come. The thing that he doesn’t believe in terrifies him. If he believes in nothing, what’s to be afraid of.

She was brave enough to admit that she could be wrong.

Oh. We have much to talk about. This young woman and I.

I think of the man dying of an incurable disease. I think of another man who just breathed his last breath. One is already in eternity. The other is close behind.  I wonder what they believed and who they believed in.


But how can they call on him to save them unless they believe in him? And how can they believe in him if they have never heard about him? And how can they hear about him unless someone tells them? And how will anyone go and tell them without being sent? Romans 10:14-15


I recall a scene a few years ago. I was asked if I was going to the dinner. I was surprised by the question, because I hadn’t received an invitation. And these were close friends. Why would I be excluded? But I was. I didn’t even know a dinner had been planned. The one who shared the news seemed uncomfortable with my explanation that I hadn’t been included in the invite.

How could I go to the dinner if I didn’t know it was taking place? How would I know I was being excluded if I didn’t know of the invitation? How would I know of the invitation unless I received it?

I think of this young woman. My coworker. Perhaps she’s never been told the truth of an afterlife. Perhaps she’s never been included in an honest discussion of God’s plan for her life. Perhaps she’s never been invited to hear of God’s love for her.

How will she know if no one tells her. Perhaps I’ve come into her life for such a time as this. Perhaps I will be the messenger to share the good news with her. Perhaps her heart will soften, and she will be open to hearing the message of truth and redemption. Perhaps she will be interested in the saving grace of our Lord and Savior.

But what if she isn’t interested in hearing the truth? What if she shuns the love of God? What if she decides that Biblical teaching is not truth to her? That is her right. God has given her a free will to decide how to live her life. She can choose to live life without God. She can choose to believe there is no afterlife. But what she doesn’t yet understand is that she will stand before Him some day and give an account of her life. She will live in eternity. Somewhere. There is an afterlife.

So when the opportunity arises, I must be prepared to share the message of hope with her. I must always be prepared to give an answer for the hope that I have. If no one tells her, she will never know. How can I overlook the opportunity to share the free gift of eternal life with her?