Sunday, January 1, 2006

Overcoming the Winter Blues

I have a devotional I bought many years ago to use during the winter months. I have never read every devotion in it — I try, then miss a few days — try to catch up — get frustrated — put it away.

Winter is a particularly difficult time for many people, including me. I’ve always laughed and said I can take any temperature as long as it is a sunny day. Of course, this is a great exaggeration. There are sunny days in summer I spend whining in air conditioned comfort complaining of the heat. And there are sunny days in winter I spend whining in front of the roaring fireplace complaining of the cold.

But the rare sunny days in winter are more apt to make me grateful than the abundant sunny days of summer. There is something incredibly beautiful to see in the sunlight glistening on frosty ground. I can be instantly recharged waking up to a sunny winter morning that comes after a few days of cloudy gray.

I have been rereading my little devotional that I bought ten winters ago. The title of this devotional is Quiet Places of the Heart in Winter: Meditations for Women. As I mentioned, I have never gotten all the way through it and some winters I have skipped using it altogether. But each winter that I pull it out I am renewed by the daily scriptures and blessed by the insightful writings.

I want to share one of the devotions that touched a deep spot in my heart this winter. It is from Week Three, Day Two, which this time reading through fell on December 13:

“When God Says No”

The scripture for this day was, My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit has rejoiced in God my Savior.” Luke 1:46-47. Here is the devotion:

“There are times when the one thing you want is the one thing you never get...All you want is an open door or an extra day or an answered prayer, for which you will be thankful.

And so you pray and wait.
No answer.
You pray and wait.
No answer...

May I ask a very important question? What if God says no?

What if the request is delayed or even denied? When God says no to you, how will you respond?...

Test yourself with this question: What if God’s only gift to you were His grace to save you. Would you be content?...You beg Him to save the life of your child. You plead with Him to keep your business afloat. You implore Him to remove the cancer from your body. What if His answer is, ‘My grace is enough.’ Would you be content?

You see, from heaven’s perspective, grace is enough.”

—From In the Grip of Grace by Max Lucado.

Wow...what a realization—God’s grace is enough. It seems like one of those “duh!” kind of thoughts. I should have known it all along. What more do I want? God gave me His grace when He sent His one and only Son to take on my sins at Calvary.

The hard part is the being satisfied part. The only way to be satisfied with God is to spend time with Him. It is a struggle to overcome the human wants, but I must be firm in my belief that His grace is enough. It is enough for me when the days are short and gray. It is enough when they are long and blue.

It is hard to be still in the silence waiting to hear from God. I think that is what winter is a picture of...all the plants die back, the air is cold, the skies are gray. It is the waiting for God time. It is the quiet with God time. It is the preparing for renewal time.

If all I get is His grace this winter, it is enough. Like Mary, I want my soul to magnify the Lord, and my spirit to rejoice in God my Savior because...

He is enough.

First printed January 2006 in The Freedom Reader, a publication of Spring Valley Freedom Bapist Church, Huntington, WV.

Sunday, December 4, 2005

Moments

Webster’s dictionary defines a moment as: a brief indefinite interval of time; a specific point in time; a period of importance, significance, or excellence. Each of us is given a life of moments. If I define my life in moments equivalent to minutes, I have had over 500 million awake moments since the age of 16. I wonder how many of those moments qualify for the third definition of the word moment- important, significant, or excellent.

We tend to live our life getting from one moment to the next as fast as possible, packing our time as full of activity as we can. We always think we have many more moments coming, so if we waste a few, what does it matter? The weekend of October 29-30, 2005 I discovered the importance of those moments.

In a moment, a blood clot took an otherwise healthy man from speech into silence. It took a family from joy to fear. In a few more moments, it changed that fear to despair as his brain swelled. In another moment, the despair became unspeakable sorrow as the damage from that blot clot took his life.

But, as I watched the family and friends of Randall Scott Merritt go through these terrible moments, I saw the true significant of his life of moments. It is obvious from the dozens of people filling the waiting rooms and lining the halls that this man made the most of his moments. He was a man who lived his life well, who loved his family and friends well, who used his moments well.

I listened to people discussing their moments spent with Randy, each one remembering the important, significant, excellent moments. A hunting story from one, a football story from another... It is obvious from this man’s life that the most important things we leave behind are our moments.

His wife, Rhonda, will always have the memories of the times in a group of people where his eyes met hers and for a moment they were the only two people in the room. His sons, Zach and Seth, will always have the memories of the moments that their dad’s voice was the only one heard above a cheering crowd. I heard of the moment Zach told his friends to look at his father’s hands as he lay there in that hospital bed...the hands of a man who worked hard-he had each of them touch his dad’s hands.

I am absolutely overwhelmed with the impact Randy’s life of moments had on everyone with whom he came in contact. As I struggle to understand the incomprehensible—this loss of a man so good to his family and friends, I see the importance of each moment. And how we spend our moments will impact others for the rest of their lives. But, it is vital that we remember the first definition of a moment: a brief indefinite interval of time. We don’t know how many moments we are going to have. The next one may be the last one. What will we do with that moment? What memory will it leave with those in our lives?

First printed November 20, 2005 on the Op-Ed page of the Herald-Dispatch Newspaper, Huntington, WV



Thursday, December 1, 2005

The Cure for B.U.S.Y. Syndrome

I am always amazed to see those "countdown to Christmas" signs, the ones that tell us how many shopping days we have left till Christmas, show up in the middle of summer. But, even though I see them every time I shop from July through December, I am always surprised on December 18th to find I have only a week left to get just the right gift for everyone on my list.


Amazingly enough, I am a planner and a list maker-but I am also a procrastinator. Sometimes my procrastination is for legitimate reasons: someone in the house has been sick, or pay day is just a few more days away.

Unfortunately, for the majority of the time, it's as if I have a shut-off valve in my brain triggered by the proximity of important events. Imagine my surprise each and every time a family member not living in my house has a birthday or anniversary. I may have had the foresight to remind others of the upcoming event the week before-but suddenly, as my head is about to hit the pillow the night of a special day, I get a sickening jolt in the stomach that says, "OH NO! I forgot AGAIN!!!"

When my sisters lived in different time zones we joked away my absent-mindedness by exaggerating the amount of the time difference between us. Sometimes they thought I lived on a different planet when I called to wish them "Happy Birthday" a week after the actual date.

If this was a problem I developed as I have aged I would just chalk it up to O.L.D. Syndrome, our family name for forgetfulness and achy joints. But, once upon a time I was an organized and considerate woman. My Christmas card list grew and grew each year. I kept a folder of birthday and anniversary cards with everyone's important dates listed clearly.

So what happened? I could blame it on O.L.D. or our fast-food, countdown-to-Christmas culture. But the real disease is B.U.S.Y. Syndrome. And I have no one to blame but myself.

I read a quote from Billy Graham that I think is the cure for B.U.S.Y. Syndrome:
"Jesus gives us the ultimate rest, the confidence we need to escape the frustration and chaos of the world around us. Rest in Him..." from Unto the Hills, 1998 Dallas Word Press.

In order to apply this cure I am learning to "rest in Him" by using the following steps.

  1. Starting my day with prayer. Just a few minutes alone with God is an amazingly effective way to slow down a busy day and make true concentration possible."I have set the LORD always before me; because He is at my right hand I shall not be moved." Psalm 16:8.
  2. Studying my Bible every day. While prayer is my time to talk to God, this is my time to listen to Him. "Your words have upheld him (or her) who was stumbling and You have strengthened the feeble knees (or mind)." Job 4:4 .
  3. Paying attention to the moments as they are given to me. Moments come by but once, and then depending on how they are used, are treasured or lost forever. "Let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart." Galatians 6:9

I don't know if I'll get a card to everyone on time this next year, but I do know that "He who has begun a good work in you will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ." Philippians 1:6. And "People with time for others are happy all around the clock." -Barbara Johnson.

In other words, God is still working on me and if I practice obedience to Him, He will help me remember what is important and set aside all the mundane, unimportant things so that I can focus on what is truly important and worthwhile-my relationship to Him and the people He places in my life.







First printed December 2005 in The Freedom Reader, a publication of Spring Valley Freedom Bapist Church, Huntington, WV.