Archive - April, 2007

Trimmin’ Time

April 12, 2007 in Confessions of a Preacher's Wife with 0 Comments

Friends,

Yuk. Trimming is not my favorite; it hurts. Looking at my roses, I know they will produce more beautiful sweet smelling roses if I trim them. But as a not-so-dedicated gardener, I don’t like the pain involved in the cutting away for new growth. Those thorns poke deadly holes even through leather gloves. I end up bleeding and scratched from the whole ordeal. Not something I look forward to doing. Yet, in understanding the benefits of the beauty to come, and the health of the rose bush, I commit to…just do it.

This brings me to the kids. Why, I can send them in to sacrifice their blood to the rose. Good idea, but they are not willing. I sense the need for trimming up some behavior in the kids. Now I wouldn’t really sacrifice the kids to the rose, well… maybe I would. Not relishing the trouble and discomfort of disciplining the kids, I find laughing and playing with them, enjoying their presence, much more preferable. But disobedience and misbehavior needs cutting out of the kids if they are to have an enjoyable presence and healthy life. So, when it comes to trimming kids, I don’t like it; I just do it.

Understanding what it feels like to do the trimming and the vision of the beauty, health, and sweet aromatic presence to come, I can relate somewhat to God’s vision of me as I need so much trimming of my life. The pain and discomfort of being the trim-ee is quite different than that of the trim-er. As a trim-ee, I don’t always see the big picture. I don’t know everything, as humbling as that is to admit. Like me, I am sure the rose and the kids don’t necessarily enjoy the process. The rose obviously lashes back with thorny attacks, and the kids don’t always willingly submit either. Prayerfully and in tears, I choose to submit to the sharp double-edged sword of God’s Word, and be comforted by His Spirit as I abide in Jesus. Yuk, trimming hurts; but God is making me healthy, beautiful and sweet smelling. I hope someone enjoys this work of His.

“I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. 2He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful. 3You are already clean because of the word I have spoken to you. 4Remain in me, and I will remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me.

5“I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing. 6If anyone does not remain in me, he is like a branch that is thrown away and withers; such branches are picked up, thrown into the fire and burned. 7If you remain in me and my words remain in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be given you. 8This is to my Father’s glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be my disciples. John 15:1-8

Blessings,

Robin

I’m Back, Memory’s Gone!

April 12, 2007 in Confessions of a Preacher's Wife with 0 Comments

Hi Friends,

Woo-hooo! I’m back! I never really left. I was here all along. It was my memory that left. I forgot how to make posts to this blog. Once I remembered how, but forgot my identity. I know I’m lame to forget who I am or what my password is, but you must understand it isn’t too difficult for a woman who has to ask her kids how old she is. I’ve even been caught on the wrong end of an argument with my preteen as to how old I am. She won by pulling the ‘do the math trick.’ She wrote down the year I was born, I do remember that date, and subtracted it from 2007. She is so smart. I am amazed, especially since I home school her. Or at least I think I do.

It is no big secret that my memory is gone. My spouse brought home a sly smile from work one day announcing his great achievement. “I brought your momma’s memory expansion home.” He said this as he handed me a large stack of sticky notes. My habit of asking anyone around to help me remember things hasn’t helped keep the secret either. My youngest daughter, the same one mentioned before is always around. She frowned one day with fists slamming her thigh, “You should’ve named me Memory!”

Jesus must have known I would have a memory problem. He told me to remember Him and His sacrifice for me by taking His Supper regularly. He also instructed me to keep on assembling myself with believers that I might be reminded of Him. Ummm…regularity must help memory. I’ll try to remember that.

Since I wrote down who I am and what my password is for this blog, I can now post whenever I want. How great is that? Now, if only I can remember where I put that little yellow note to myself… “Hey little girl, what’s your name? Memory?”

Blessings Beloved,

From…Who am I?

P.S. I will try to post the other posts I wanted to post in the past. Try to say that ten times real fast.