As Seasons Change, So Do Our Lives

“But God was always there doing the good things that prove He is real. He gives you rain from heaven and good harvests at the right times. He gives you plenty of food and fills your hearts with joy”— Acts 14:17(ERV).

 Across the nation, winter has clung tenaciously, refusing to give in to spring, which officially announced its presence on man’s calendar last month. However, that hasn’t stopped early-blooming flowers, like Phlox and Hyacinths, from revealing their faces. These two plants, growing in my flowerbeds, withstood recent cold snaps, including some light snow several weeks ago.

However, these early spring flowers do not last long. My Hyacinths are already fading. but the Phlox hasn’t yet reached its peak. Other perennial flowers in my beds will begin to reveal their beauty soon and as I add colorful annuals, the blooms of both will provide a harvest of splendor and joy. They also provide nutrition for bees, butterflies and birds, gracing my life with their presence.

Although I appreciate each season, working in my flowerbeds in the spring and summer bring a peace that only those who love getting their hands dirty in God’s good earth can understand. We are the ones who eagerly anticipate the delivery of new flowers, shrubs and trees to local nurseries and home improvement stores. We listen to the weatherman, praying that his forecast will announce the end of winter weather, even if the calendar claims the arrival of spring.

Just as the seasons change in nature, the seasons of our lives change as well. Our marital status may change. Our children will grow up and leave home (hopefully). We’re hired for a job but then laid-off.  Our parents will pass away. We move to a different house or community because of status changes, including job moves, downsizing or divorce. We face critical health issues or lose a loved one unexpectedly. We look in the mirror each morning and see new wrinkles and grey hair, if we still have hair.

Recently, a friend and I were discussing the upcoming move of neighbors with an elementary-aged son who is not looking forward to leaving his friends. We both agreed that it is probably easier on younger students to adjust in a new school system than for older ones. However, I can recall being uprooted at age 16 to move almost 600 miles to a rural area where my mother had been raised. My sister and I adjusted well, even though we had to leave childhood friends behind.

In any aspect of our lives, we will move from a place of security into the unknown. Embracing those changes in our lives can be difficult. However, if we see these changes as opportunities for growth, anticipating what God will do next in our lives, we can adjust, with His help. He will provide whatever we need in any season of life, just as He provides whatever nature needs to flourish.

Find a way to embrace the beauty of each new season of your life. Know that nothing stays the same forever, except our Heavenly Father.

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Weathering the Storms of Life

“God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble”— Psalm 46:1(NIV).

For my first 16 years, I lived in Louisiana where preparing for a hurricane meant boarding up windows, stockpiling fresh water and non-perishable goods, checking the first-aid kit and having other necessities on hand. Residents were urged to have an evacuation route before the storm hit.

After moving to Oklahoma, it became necessary to prepare for another type of storm—a tornado. With a tornado, the window of opportunity to prepare is not as wide as it is with a hurricane. Therefore, a different plan of action is required. While an emergency kit and a family communications plan are encouraged, one must be constantly alert to changing weather conditions. Tornadoes can spawn rapidly so advance warning is crucial.

While it’s important to be prepared and to know what to do in case of an emergency, unexpected catastrophic events can occur without warning. We think our lives are running smoothly when an unpredictable storm leaves a path of destruction and suffering behind.  Life’s storms can come in the form of a cancer diagnosis, job loss after years of being a faithful employee or unexpectedly losing a loved one in an automobile accident. Living with someone who has a drug or alcohol addiction, the death of an elderly parent, having a child diagnosed with an incurable disease or experiencing the death of a spouse can shake up our world, leaving us grasping for hope.

We have a checklist to prepare for natural disasters. But what about a life storm? Are you spiritually prepared to weather the storms that come your way? Being spiritually grounded means we can face calamity with a peace passing rational understanding. Even in the midst of pain and suffering, having the right resources to guide us through the storm will result in calm.

How do we spiritually prepare? By spending time in conversation with God each day, listening for His voice, we will naturally turn to Him in prayer in the midst of any emergency. Prayer brings comfort and peace, sustaining us when we need it the most.

Second, having knowledge of scripture helps bring solace in times of trouble and can be an important tool during times of darkness in our lives. My favorite is the 23rd Psalm. Another is Romans 8:38-39: “For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

Finally, to be spiritually prepared for the storms of life, we need to participate actively in a community of faith. By worshipping on a regular basis and investing in the church with our financial gifts, time and talents, we have a family of faith to support us in times of trouble.

When we are spiritually prepared, we can say confidently, “God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.”

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Where is Your God?

“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty;
the whole earthis full of His glory”—Isaiah 6:3(NIV).

 “Oh, that little bird just crashed into the glass.”

I turned to see what my friend was talking about and saw a hummingbird lying on the wooden porch of the restaurant where we were dining. Jumping up from my chair, I picked up the wounded bird, praying he could still fly. Cradling him in my cupped hands, I marveled at the intricate details of his body as he fluttered his wings and then climbed onto my index finger. He didn’t seem in a hurry to fly away and I was in no hurry to let him go, but I did. Lifting my finger so he could fly over the partial glass enclosing the porch, I released him. Amazed that I had actually held one of these tiny creatures in my hands, I turned to my lunch companions and said, “I’ve always wanted to hold a hummingbird.”

In Isaiah 6:3, the prophet wrote, “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty; the whole earth is full of His glory.” Cradling that tiny creature in my hand was like holding a gift from God. While we don’t often get that kind of opportunity, how often do we overlook His glory around us every day? In our busy world, we rush from one thing to another. We are a multi-tasking society, trying to cram every hour of the day with activity.

German aviator Dieter F. Uchtdorf once said, “Isn’t it true that we often get so busy, and sad to say, we often even wear our busyness as a badge of honor as though being busy by itself was an accomplishment or a sign of a superior life. Is it? I think of our Lord and Exemplar, Jesus Christ, and His short life among the people of Galilee and Jerusalem. I’ve tried to imagine Him bustling between meetings or multitasking to get a list of urgent things accomplished. I can’t see it. Instead, I see the compassionate and caring Son of God purposefully living each day. When He interacted with those around, they felt important and loved. He knew the infinite value of the people He met. He blessed them, ministered to them. He lifted them up, healed them. He gave them the precious gift of His time.”

In a world obsessed with speed, being first and having the best, is it any wonder we have lost sight of God and His glorious creation?  While God wants the first fruits of our labor, He also wants our time.

Before I realized that God wanted a personal relationship with me, I wore that badge of honor called busyness. My to-do-list would have put the Pentagon to shame. When I began to give Him the first fruits of my day, spending time in prayer, reading scripture and writing in my prayer journal, I began to see His glory everywhere. When I gave Him my to-do-list, I learned that He doesn’t ask us “to do” as much as He asks us “to be.”

Carol’s new book, “Sola Fide: by FAITH alone,” will be out in November.

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Trying to Save the World

“For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost” Luke 19:10 (NIV).

I’ve always had a heart for the lost, especially animals. I was the one who brought home stray “anything” when I was a child, no matter the size, color, number of legs, fur-less or not. If it had been abandoned, I brought it home. However, I was never successful at raising wild animals, but that didn’t stop me from trying.

I’ve tried to raise baby birds and baby rabbits as well as farm animals, including calves and piglets. My only success was with an orphaned piglet, which we named Trouble. I raised him on a baby bottle after his mother failed to produce any milk and another sow refused to take the offspring of another.

Recently, I was faced with a dilemma concerning seven baby rabbits my dog had discovered in my fenced backyard.  Taco would not stay away from the nest, which was hidden beneath a large ornamental grass next to my backyard swing. I fretted about Taco’s killing them or scaring the mother away from her feeding ritual.

I called several area veterinarians and wild animal rescue groups but did not receive any words of encouragement. I could have forbidden my dog the run of his own backyard but he was driving me crazy with his constant whining to go outside. He knew what was hidden beneath the tall swaying grass and he wanted to investigate. However, I was afraid he would eventually eat the tiny creatures.

I didn’t have time to be a foster mother and the odds of the babies surviving were not good. However, I couldn’t stand to see them die without a chance. When a friend suggested I gather up the nest with the babies inside and place it outside my yard fence, I decided I had to try. I placed the nest, babies intact, inside a shoe box to transport them. After moving them, I began to worry that they might need some protection from the elements. I visited my local Lowe’s store and purchased two small ornamental grasses at 5.98 each plus tax. Returning home, I planted them right next to the rabbit’s new home. Then, I prayed that the mother would find them to provide sustenance for their little bodies.

Later that evening, my next-door neighbor, who was as concerned about these small animals as I was, called to say, “Carol, it’s going to storm tonight. I’m worried about those baby rabbits.”

I told her that I had prayed over them and hoped that their mother would find the transplanted nest. After I hung up, my heart for saving the world wouldn’t let me rest. I walked into the garage looking around for something to protect those precious little creatures. I began thinking…create a lean-to so that the mother, if she returns, can still get to them.

I couldn’t find anything in my garage to facilitate my plans but for some reason, the word “cookie sheet” popped into my mind. Even though I knew the chances of their survival was almost nil, I had to try. I called my neighbor back~it was already dark outside~and said, “Okay, your call prompted me to try something else to save those babies. I need your help holding the flashlight.”

At 8:30 p.m., two women, one in her late 50s and the other who is 70, walked through the tall grass behind my house and constructed a lean-to using a metal cookie sheet, a piece of wire, a nail and some duct tape.  There was no evidence that the mother rabbit had found the nest but I still had hope. I had done my part, even if it sounds crazy to some.

The next day, when I checked in on the nursery, I could still see no evidence of the mother’s presence. I tried not to worry. Later that evening, I found five of the rabbits dead and the other two were almost dead. My heart was sad but I knew I had done all I could do.

When I think about our human efforts to save ourselves from trouble, I am reminded that there is only ONE who can accomplish that and He is our Savior. Have you accepted His saving grace?

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Are You Living in God’s Fullness?

“I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.” John 10:10b (NIV)

Many of us, who love working in our yards and flowerbeds or walking in nature, feel closer to God when we take time to appreciate the beauty. I think it is because we feel His presence in each blooming flower, blade of green grass, the buzzing bees, the singing birds and even in the weeds that need pulling. I liken this love of nature to God’s love for us. He created these things for us to enjoy, not to destroy. The weeds are a reminder to me that He wants to remove the bad stuff in our lives to make us more like Jesus.

Recently, while trimming my rose bushes, I noticed blood running down my forearms. I had on gardening gloves but could not bring myself to wear long sleeves. It was too warm. The thorns had ripped my flesh and as I watched the blood dripping from my arms, it was a reminder of Jesus’ sacrifice for us.

His suffering is greater than anything I could ever imagine. The crown of thorns planted on His head caused more pain than what I felt from the barb of a rose bush. On a pilgrimage to Israel last year, I purchased an authentic Crown of Thorns, a vivid symbolic reminder of the suffering He endured for us.

Scripture tells us that the soldiers “platted a crown of thorns” or braided vines of thorns together to form a crown. According to my research, there are two types of thorn plants growing around the Holy Land. One is called the Zizyphus Spina Christi and the other qundaul. While both have long, flexible twigs that can be woven into crowns, the qundaul has the cruelest thorns of the two. The brutality of the soldiers has led most theologians to believe that the qundaul plant, with its spikes of 1 to 1 ½ inches long, was the one used for Jesus’ crown of torture.

Can you imagine the pain and humiliation Jesus suffered at the hands of the soldiers?  Why would their desire to mock Him lead to the weaving of a crown of thorns, a task that could have easily wounded their own bodies if they had been careless?

Careless is a word that applies to us if we are not aware of the thoughts, words and actions that can lead to our own destruction and others around us. Our Savior hung painfully on a wooden cross with a crown of thorns pushed into His scalp. He endured it for me. He endured it for you.

I believe it is no coincidence that spring and Easter coincide. Just as the flowers burst through the soil to reveal their beauty, our Savior rose from the dead three days after being killed in a manner most of us cannot comprehend. Friday was not the end. It was only the beginning.

Have you accepted His gift? Are you living in God’s fullness?

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A Tiny Purple Flower

“I know that my Redeemer lives, and that in the end. He will stand upon the earth.”  Job 19:25 (NIV)

It was small and almost hidden by the remnants of dead leaves whose brown color still carpeted the cold ground. But the bright purple flower caught my attention.

It was a sign that a new season was struggling to emerge after a harsh Oklahoma winter. It was also Easter. I smiled when I saw the beauty of the flower’s fragile petals because it was a reminder of hope renewed with the resurrection of Christ.

I was hiking that chilly Sunday afternoon with my grandchildren and their parents. The sighting of the flower poking its purple head through the damp earth drew me closer to a time in my life when, like my grandchildren, all was right with the world.

My grandchildren’s delight in the beauty of the still brown and gray scenery, interrupted occasionally by patches of early blooming grass, made me pause and inhale the crisp air that cleared my head, still fogged by winter’s cobwebs. I couldn’t get enough.

As we hiked deeper into the woods and down to a stream, I was transported back to my childhood days, before I was aware that the people you loved could disappoint you and before I understood the deep, abiding love of the One who never would. As a child, I could spend hours alone outdoors. While others formed teams to play ball, I was content to sit or lie silently in the grass. Fascinated by bugs, rocks, flowers and blades of tall grass, I was completely unaware of the passing of time.

That Sunday afternoon, as I climbed the hills and then descended through the valleys with my loved ones, time stood still again. Sounds of civilization were overshadowed by the creek water as it tumbled over rocks and bounced off the banks. The occasional sound of a bird punctuated the air, reminding us that we were not alone.

We skipped rocks in the creek that had recently overflowed its banks after a rainstorm had flooded parts of the area. We studied the intricacies of unusual tree roots that had forced their way above ground, yet had withstood the weathering of time and nature. Fascinated by green moss growing on rocks and tree stumps, we touched the velvet fabric with the tips of our fingers.

My larger, time-weathered hand found comfort in holding the smaller hands of my grandchildren as we walked that day. There was no reason to hurry as we stopped to observe other mysteries, like mushrooms and that tiny flower of hope.

Hope, renewed in something as small as a flower poking its head through the brown soil of life and as basic as God’s love for us, is His promise of better things to come. It came wrapped in a simple hike through His creation to experience the true blessings of Easter, not wrapped in brightly colored foil or synthetic grass but presented unpretentiously in a magnificent way.

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