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Today I submit a few tidbits you might find thought-provoking, maybe even helpful.

1. “Circumstances are like a mattress. If we get under them, we will suffocate. If we get on top of them we will rest” (Arnold Prater).

A pillowtop mattress (U.S. size "queen")

How do we get out from under circumstances? Most of the time we can’t pry ourselves out. The circumstances are outside our sphere of control.

But we can praise our way out. We can praise our all-knowing God who’s never caught by surprise. He has known from the beginning of time that this situation would arise.

We can also praise our powerful God with whom all things are possible. In the time it takes to say, “Be gone,” God can remove those troubling circumstances.  Sometimes he does.

But just as miraculous? The way he can uphold us—lovingly and continually–while the circumstances continue. I have known people carrying great burdens of health problems, family crises, and ongoing relational struggles. Yet their lives are characterized by joy and peace.

I’m thinking of one friend in particular who’s now with Jesus. You’d never know the heartache she endured to look at her. Lynn* was always calm, always smiling.

More examples?

Ava*, who smiled her way through breast cancer—the chemo, the surgery, the radiation, the uncertainty, the pain.

Debbie*, who lost her soul-mate husband to cancer, after forty-plus years of marriage. She has depended on Jesus for strength and peace—and continued to serve him with passion and joy.

Jim*, who hasn’t been able to find steady work after being laid off. Yet he maintains a positive attitude and a delightful sense of humor, knowing God will provide.

Neon

No doubt you know of people dealing with thick mattresses of circumstance. But they’re not underneath either; they’re resting in God alone (Psalm 62:1).

Oh, Lord, forgive me for moments of self-pity. At the first little petty thought, prick my conscience with remembrances of these saints who have learned to be content in spite of their circumstances (Philippians 4:11).

*(Names have been changed.)

2. “My mind is like a sieve, but at least it’s getting cleaned.”

tea strainer

I heard this comment from a pastor on the radio, and had to heartily agree. I can read the Bible and other Christian books by the hour. But ask me the next day what I read, and chances are I won’t be able to tell you much.

I can listen to Christian radio, but again, too little of what I hear sticks in my memory.

Such lack of retention used to bother me greatly until I heard this pastor shine a positive light on the problem. I may not remember all the information of a book or sermon, but the influence of the words has its purifying effect on my mind and spirit.

At least while I’m reading or listening, my mind is occupied by what is noble and right (Philippians 4:8)! And that’s a good thing.

Thank you, Father, for renewing my mind even when my memory fails me. Although I might forget the exact words, their effect gives me strength and perseverance. Thank you that “the unfolding of your words gives light; it gives understanding to the simple” (Psalm 119:130)—including this simple woman with a memory like a sieve.

3. “We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit” (Aristotle).

What are some things that we repeatedly do that create excellence? Possibilities include: Bible study, prayer, praise, gratitude, self-discipline, singing praise songs and hymns, and uplifting conversation.

English: Personal bible study Português: Estud...

And what are some things that we repeatedly do that are not creating excellence? Too much screen time. Negative thinking. Gossip. Overeating. Self-indulgence.

Oh, Lord, help me strive for excellence in the choices I make. I want to have a positive impact on others and please you.  I don’t want to waste my life on trivial pursuits. Keep me mindful of this truth: Out of excellence will grow peace, contentment, strength and joy.

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“I know, my God, that you test the heart and are pleased with integrity…I have seen with joy how willingly your people who are here have given to you. O Lord, God of our father Abraham, Isaac and Israel, keep this desire in the hearts of your people forever” (from King David’s last recorded prayer, 1 Chronicles 29:17-18).

The Israelites often spoke of or prayed to the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Why would they address God as if he belonged to someone from the past? Perhaps their focus on the patriarchs brought to mind all the ways God had protected, guided, blessed and cared for their forefathers. Just the mention of their names conjured up stronger faith for what God could do in the here and now.

I, too, come from a heritage of faith, my grandparents. I believe in the God of Rachel, Henry, and Clara.

Grandma Rachel married in 1910, at age 20, to her sweetheart, Edward, from a neighboring farm. They moved into town—Aurora, Illinois,  thus ending her two-year teaching career in a one-room schoolhouse.

WPV One room schoolhouse

Several years later, Elizabeth was born, and then twin boys came along, Algen and Louis. But during the influenza epidemic of 1917, Algen contracted the illness and died.  He was only two years old.   I can only imagine the inconsolable heartache for Rachel and Edward, as well as the children.

My dad was born in 1924, so he was much younger than his two siblings. For the next six years life must have settled into a quiet rhythm, but then the effects of the Great Depression became painfully real. Grandpa lost his job as an insurance salesman.

The dread of not being able to support his family became too much for him.  Grandpa Edward committed suicide in 1930. Again, the family faced the inconceivable. And now their future lay on Grandma Rachel’s shoulders.

How could she possibly support her children, at a time when jobs were so scarce? Who was going to hire a mother when so many men were looking for work? But the God of Rachel provided a way.

Baking day - bread and cherry pie.

You see, Grandma was an extraordinary baker. Her hands could turn out the flakiest pie crusts, the most tender bread, and the gooiest pecan rolls—all without measuring. A handful of this and a pinch of that turned out perfection.  (Hers looked much better than the fare in this photo!)

 Grandma was able to establish a clientele of families and businesses to buy her baked goods. That meant she was working much of the night, and then grabbing what sleep she could while the children were in school.

The God of Rachel gave her strength to accomplish the impossible. Her family survived the depression without government assistance, and they were able to keep their house.

Sometime later, Grandma remarried, but Grandpa Will also passed away much too soon. She remained a widow for the last twenty years of her life.

Not many, I would dare say, have been subject to so many difficulties in one lifetime. But Grandma Rachel would be the first to tell you God remained faithful–guiding, upholding and providing for her.

The Grandma I knew was calm, gentle, and patient. Very little ruffled her feathers. She prayed—on her knees, read the Bible consistently, and memorized dozens, if not hundreds, of verses. Kindness, industriousness, and goodness would also be good descriptors for her.

Toast & Jam

I can still remember the many ways she demonstrated her loving kindness to me. What a treat it was to spend the night at her house! I’d wake up in the morning to the aroma of Ralston Purina (a hot cereal). She would serve it with orange pinwheels, toast, and her homemade raspberry jam–yum!  (The prunes I could have done without, but Grandma was only looking after my best interest!)

We’d spend much of the day reading books, putting puzzles together, making crafts, and playing games. Sometimes we’d investigate the treasures in the corner cabinet of her living room—the old books, Uncle Louis’s wind-up donkey cart from his childhood, the large Conch shell in which we could hear the ocean. (To a Midwestern girl, that was quite a phenomenon!)

Grandma Rachel gave me my first Bible for my eighth birthday, and encouraged me to memorize Bible verses, too. But her greatest influence came through her example of gentleness, endurance, and quiet strength.

Thank you, God of Rachel, for allowing me the privilege of knowing Grandma for twenty-two years and for the many precious memories of happy, peaceful times.

But thank you most of all for the legacy of faith she passed down and encouraged in others, including me. You were of supreme importance to her, and never far from the surface of her thinking. May I follow her example when difficulties arise. You, the God of Rachel, will bring me through, just as you did for her.

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Please come back on Thursday for the story of the grandparents on my mother’s side. God did some amazing things for Henry and Clara, too!

P.S. to the cousins: If I don’t have all my facts straight on Grandma’s story, please let me know. It’s important for posterity to be accurate! You can email me at nancyaruegg@gmail.com .

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