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Mismanaging Self Is Wicked

Those of us who manage have a grave responsibility. Whether it’s managing the kids while they clean their room, or the money in the family banking account or associates while at work, it’s a privilege of great responsibility to do the work of a manager.

The manager’s effectiveness is reflected in that which they manage. A problem exists when the managers can’t manage themselves. Mis-managers can be terrible organizers, communicators or just plain lazy. When managers mismanage, they create issues for who or what they manage. As an example, check out this biblical story.

“A faithful, sensible servant is one to whom the master can give the responsibility of managing his other household servants and feeding them. If the master returns and finds that the servant has done a good job, there will be a reward. I tell you the truth, the master will put that servant in charge of all he owns. But what if the servant is evil and thinks, ‘My master won’t be back for a while,’ and he begins beating the other servants, partying, and getting drunk? The master will return unannounced and unexpected, and he will cut the servant to pieces and assign him a place with the hypocrites. In that place there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth” (Matthew 24:45-51).

Managers must learn to manage themselves. In the Bible story, the good manager is the one who manages himself with sensibility and commitment. The other couldn’t manage his passions and therefore had no ability to manage his tasks. He was given to chasing after his own whims and all sense was lost to him. He’d loose his temper, play instead of do his work and ignore moderation in his eating and drinking (See Titus 1:6-9). He had no control over any aspect of ruling his own life and therefore he couldn’t manage anything else.

Hearing this story causes me to question my abilities. Do I mismanage my own life? Am I managing well my passions, my tasks, my time and the people in my life? What kind of manager, wife, mother and witness am I? Am I doing what I should be: sharing God’s love, making disciples, feeding the hungry, visiting the sick and imprisoned, clothing the poor, etc.?

Maybe we all need to work on some areas. I know I do. The master will come at any moment and even though we can’t see Jesus, he sees everything we do. We must set our hearts on being sensible and faithful to task. Don’t we want to hear, “Well done, my good and faithful servant” (Matthew 25:21)?

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11 Blessings for New Year 2011

To you, my valued friends and readers, I wish you an awesome New Year every day of 2011.

New Year

Here are eleven blessings I pray for you.

  1. May your table be filled with good food all year.
  2. May God give you health and vitality with fulfilled desire for proper exercise and food choices.
  3. May your time be productive and well rounded as your efforts are blessed and balanced.
  4. May you influence others for God’s good, make a difference and impact positive change.
  5. May your days be filled with warmth of love and friendship as you open your heart to love others.
  6. May your resources increase as your charity and philanthropy grows.
  7. May others enjoy your presence and desire your expertise and wisdom.
  8. May you have many pleasant family moments and memories in this year.
  9. May you be blessed in your work, contributing value both to yourself and others.
  10. May your social community broaden and deepen as your relationships increase and become more meaningful.
  11. May you grow more in love with God as you spend time listening to him and reading his word.

And a bonus: May this year be your best!

Thank you for making mine great.

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Thankful Thoughts Make Happy Hearts

On a 45-minute bus ride full of conference attendees, people stared. I filled the time with big belly-laughter and a Texas-style, heel-kicking good time. The passengers pretended not to stare, but I saw their glances. Then a woman across the bus turned and peered Ziggy-like above the chair. From her seat she stretched her neck then over the riders and noise pronounced, “You ladies are sure having a good time. What’s so funny?”

laughing girlTruth was, nothing. Not one thing was that funny. We were just having a grand time. Renae, my fast-forming BFF, and I snickered, giggled and laughed until my face hurt and my sides ached. It was like being a teenager again. Our fun seemed to make many the bus riders take interest.

I wondered what caused the attraction. The only thing I can think of was my overwhelming sense of gratefulness. I was thankful for the opportunity to attend the conference and spend time with Renae. My husband encouraged me to attend and my family tightened where my absence created slack. I felt blessed and filled with gratitude. It was those thankful thoughts that made me happy.

Giving thanks pours a huge measure of contentedness into our lives. It’s not content in the circumstances, but content above them. Let’s face it, a 45-minute over-stuffed bus ride with twice as many smelly feet as people on board isn’t the most welcome circumstance. But I was so thankful that even if it was a trailer ride pulled by a tractor in the freezing weather, I’d have been happy. Cold…but happy.

If only thankful thoughts dominated my everyday thinking, I’d be the most obnoxiously happy person. But food preparations, dirty laundry and tight schedules don’t exactly generate feelings of gratefulness. The daily grind traps me. To keep from being stressed, I’ve got to be thankful for the dailyness: food to prepare, clothes to wear, and chores to bear.

Bread

If placing my attitude on thankfulness doesn’t change my circumstances, it sure changes me. My gratitude turns into happiness, because thankful thoughts makes a happy heart. I want a joy-filled-bus-ride experience everyday, not just on Thanksgiving Day.
Let’s laugh and sing our thanksgiving. Others may stare or want to join.

“Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name” (Psalm 100:4).

Thought: There are lots of Christmas songs. Please share some Thanksgiving songs that we might sing our thanks?

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Spiritual Life (Part 3): How to Experience God

I checked boxes on the to-be-a-good-Christian list. I studied the Bible, did life with other believers and participated in religious activities. But I wanted more spiritually. I missed experiencing God. This desire led to finding a helpful exercise.

First, I needed to recognize God. I tended to do my normal day-to-day activities forgetting about him. To experience God, I had to look for him with great desire. He says if we seek him with all our hearts, he will be found by us (Jer 29:13). So like Moses (Ex 33),  I asked for God to show himself. I began earnestly talking to God and listening for a reply. I employed the early church’s devoted action: prayer.

“All the believers devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching, and to fellowship, and to sharing in meals (including the Lord’s Supper), and to prayer” (Ac 2:42).

My prayer is both scattered throughout the day and a regular scheduled appointment. The appointments build depth into my impromptu prayers. The tools for my appointed time are: notebook, pen, devotional and Bible. I set aside at least 15 minutes of focused time.

I date the entry and write, “God speaks.” While asking him to do so, I read the short devotion and a passage from the Bible. When I find something new or a greater understanding, I celebrate and record these “Ah ha” moments.

After recognizing God, I praise him. Praising God invites him to break my routine with a spiritual experience. I respond to God in continued prayer by writing the acrostic P. R. A. I. S. E. down the page like:

P. – Praise. Thanking God for loving and speaking to me. Praising him for being Lord, worthy of all glory, honor and praise. Majestic and holy. High and lifted up.
R. – Repentance. Confessing, being sensitive to God. If I can’t think of anything to repent of, I ask God to show me and he does.
A. – Acknowledgment. Recognizing God as supreme, sovereign Lord and my need to bow to him.
I. – Intercession. Asking God to help the people in my life, officials, ministers and missionaries, etc.
S. – Supplication. Asking God to help me with my needs, struggles and concerns.
E. – Equipping. Begging God to make me usable in building his kingdom and willing to pray, “Here am I. Send me” (Is 6:8).

Then I think about the things left to be done. Writing “Today’s To Do:” I ask God to order my day. Often, God adds a task like call or write someone. Then I leave the appointment with an attitude of continuous conversation. “Let’s go.”

Child runningOver time, I’ve been tempted to reduce this process to a formula. Prayer can easily turn into a ritual without meaning. Prayer is the relationship, not a rule. When we make prayer a dutiful practice, we create a religion about God not enter a relationship with God. The goal is spiritual connectivity with God.

Prayer brings me closer to God. This exercise helps me. It can be easily adjusted to fit various schedules, personalities, and lifestyles. Journaling is not the desired end or even necessary, but my conversation with God is vital. I’m convinced prayer, when devotedly engaged, will form a deep spiritual experience with God.

If you would like to experience God moments, like Kathy did with her children in Spiritual Life (part 1), try practicing these exercises during the week. Do it for a month and let me know how it goes. PLEASE encourage others by sharing your God experiences in the comments below. If you find this series helpful, share it with the spiritually hungry. Let’s spread the relationship.

“If you look for me wholeheartedly, you will find me” (Jer 29:13).

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Spiritual Life (Part 2) Experiencing God Gives Hope

Bags crinkled and cans clinked in my hands when a screech wailed from the other end of the house. I was putting away the week’s groceries as the kids, freed from the car, ran inside to play. Instead of running out of the pantry, I waited. The surge of worry settled into a deeper exhaustion. I was too tired to know what to do. I knew what had happened. Nothing had changed.

I took a deep breath and placed the potatoes in the bin. When the crying slowed, I called my young son, “Jonathan, come here please.” I shelved the peanut butter and wondered what to do. I’d tried everything to teach him that he must use his words. That hitting his sister wasn’t an option. Nothing worked.

Sad Girl“Lord, I need help. I can’t do this.”

I heard the little steps slowly approach. Jonathan rounded the corner with his head down.

Overwhelmed to the point of giving up, I managed to sigh, “Son, what did you do?”

His downcast guilt spilled over to defiance. “She wouldn’t leave my trucks alone. She’s always messing up my . . .”

“Jonathan, I didn’t ask what Christa did. I’ll talk with her in a minute.” My calmness surprised me. I was too tired to be the mommy. “I want to know what you did?” I crumpled the grocery bag and poked it in with the others for later use as a dirty diaper sack.

He looked so small with his head hung low, but his voice was even smaller. “I hit her.”

“Honey, remember how I told you to use your words? To ask for what you want?”

“I tried to, Mommy.” He looked up at me with huge tears about to erupt from his eyes. “I didn’t mean to hit her.” He shrugged and dropped his shoulders.  “I just can’t do it.”

His words grabbed my throat, choking the reminder of my failed attempts to do good. I had just asked God for help with the same words. “I can’t do this.”

The grip loosened when God spoke. “You are my child. You are just like Jonathan.”

I can’t do things right either. I felt like Paul, stuck. “I decide to do good, but I don’t really do it; I decide not to do bad, but then I do it anyway” (Rm. 7:19, The Message).

God answered my question with one of his own: “What do I do when you disobey?” The answer followed quickly, “Love him my way.”

I confessed to Jonathan my need for God’s help to do what’s right and my trouble obeying. We talked about how God can help us, how he wants us to tell him about our struggles and how he gives hope when we feel like there’s no way we can do what we are supposed to do.

We need grace, mercy and hope. People can learn spiritual things through Bible lessons and mimicry, but they need a personal experience with God. Teaching them spiritual relationship skills enables them to experience Jesus and change their lives. They learn to have an ongoing conversation with God and a deep vibrant faith. They find a breathing, intimate relational God that jumps off the inked page of scripture and enters our three-dimensional world: a world in need of hope, full of hurt, sorrow and worry.

Let’s give others, especially our children, hope by teaching them to experience Jesus.

You were wearied with the length of your way, but you did not say, “It is hopeless”; you found new life for your strength, and so you were not faint (Is. 57:10, ESV).

How do you give hope to your children? How does your experience with God help you show others how to experience Jesus?

In Spiritual Life (Part 1), I shared that our spiritual knowledge doesn’t have to be perfect to teach. The upcoming Spiritual Life (Part 3), will contain lessons on how to regularly experience God.

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Lassie Go Home. Gomer’s Got This and Other Unbelievable Tests of Faith

Not all things are right, or as they should be around my house. Weird stuff happens like the stuff in Disney movies or old Lassie shows.

One evening, I rubbed my eyes in disbelief at the zebra in the middle of the road. The creature took off on a Safari-run, darting back and forth in front of my car. “Stripes” ran about a mile before he turned off into the woods. I pinched myself while checking the camera. More info @ Piney Wood Safari Hunt.

Zebra run
Another time we were concerned when we found our tomcat napping in the chicken coop, but later saw something really weird. The rooster, J T Vain, roamed the acreage for bugs and the tom followed. Tom rubbed J T like only a cat could, with his tail curled around J T’s tail-feathers. Surely the cat’s nature would spark a pounce and chomp on J T’s neck. But crazy as it seemed, they were best buds.

The strangeness continued with Gomer, our lab. About a week before she became a mother, a stray kitten came to stay with us. Mr. Tumnus enjoyed cat food and lots of attention, but when Gomer had her pups the kitten became part of the litter. She nursed, chewed and got chewed on, and was cleaned like all the other pups, by Gomer.

That was nine months ago but the craziness hasn’t stopped. The puppies have new homes. Gomer is spayed. But to this day the cat still nurses. They sleep together in the kennel, huddle together in the storms and eat scraps together.

Gomer and pupsCat nurses dog
But this week the unnatural Lassie-ness escalated. Mr. Tumnus, a female, had a litter of kittens in the kennel. Gomer mothered them with regular cleanings. She barked to get Mr. Tumnus to come to her crying kittens. When that didn’t work she scooped a kitten into her giant mouth and escorted it to Mr. Tumnus.

This weirdness had to stop. After Gomer placed the tiny, soggy kitten in our hand and went back for another, we moved the kittens to the porch with Mr. Tumnus and kept Gomer in the kennel. Surely this time cats will be cats, dogs will be dogs and the rightful mother will mother.

Not on our place. Mr. Tumnus moved the kittens back into the kennel with Gomer.

It’s true. Strange things happen. The lion can lay down with the lamb (Is. 11:6-9). God can change the nature of any creature: rooster, cat, dog or human. I am thankful God changed me, my sin nature and made me new. I rejoice in God, our almighty creator.

“This means that anyone who belongs to Christ has become a new person. The old life is gone; a new life has begun!” (1 Cor. 5:17)
“It doesn’t matter whether we have been circumcised or not. What counts is whether we have been transformed into a new creation.” (Gal. 6:15)

P.S. Mail order chicks are coming soon. I’m so confused. What would Lassie (Gomer) do? Do I put them in the coop or kennel?
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Stay Thirsty, Share Hope: A Simple Way to Do Good

Please, can I have a drop to quench my thirst?

People Are Thirsty

Every time I come in from this Africa-hot Texas weather I beg for water, sometimes in a not-so-pleasant manner. This heat makes me sticky and irritable. I’ll be “glistening” all summer while searching for refreshment.
waterglass
Others also look for cold water. Some head to rivers and lakes (my prayers for those involved in Arkansas’ flash flood). Others turn to vendors and waiters. I heard of a rich guy that was burning up in the heat. He could not buy a drop of water and was desperate for a cold drink. No one helped. “Send Lazarus over here to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue” (from Luke 16:24), he begged, while knowing he was shut off from the life-giving water.

Drinks All Around

His desperation created in me a desire to help. I wanted to dig a well, pipe in some relief, do something. It was too late for him, but I could share my life-sustaining drink with others before they reach the same horrifying end.

I decided to tell as many as I could about the water that flows deep, puts out the heat and satisfies our thirst. Such water is found in Jesus. He offers living water and to the one who drinks it, no more thirst (John 4:10-14). I want to be the pipe bringing life, the well that overflows, the spout that pours sweet words of hope, life and redemption. I want no one to go thirsty like the rich guy. I promise to share my drink.

The Choice to Drink Deep, or Not

I may not be able to make others taste, but I can be a pleasant, enticing glass that holds cool and refreshing water. My acceptance and love can leave people with a desire to know more about me and my God. In these irritable, hot, hazy days of summer, fill my cup Lord, and make me a pleasant presentation of your living water.

On the last day, the climax of the festival, Jesus stood and shouted to the crowds, “Anyone who is thirsty may come to me! Anyone who believes in me may come and drink! For the Scriptures declare, ‘Rivers of living water will flow from his heart.’ ” (When he said “living water,” he was speaking of the Spirit, who would be given to everyone believing in him.) (John 7:37-9)

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