Day 34 Sheltered

 

2/3/2026

"You are my hiding place; You shall preserve me

from trouble; You shall surround me with

songs of deliverance."

Psalm 32:7

 

Did I ever mention that I adore teddy bears, and if I were a teddy bear, then this little one may be me. Most people don't know much about my interests or even how I used to earn a living. But then, that would require a lot of explaining, as I've been all over the place in my life's adventures. But concerning teddy bears.... The first teddy bear I can recall is the one I got from my Great-uncle Pete from Alexandria. As I recall we went to a carnival or fair, and he won a big pink and white bear for me. Back then it was easier to actually win prizes. I remember seeing a photo of me in a frilly dress with my hair combed and curled, and it was long, not in pigtails, as I normally wore. I was holding the bear, but I wasn't smiling. Maybe it was because I was gussied up, and that was not who I was at any age. Still, I remember my Uncle Pete, and I know that he loved to spoil me. I also remember listening to classical music in his basement, and when he died, Aunt Nannie gave me the vinyl records, a set by RCA. Sadly, someone borrowed them along with other treasured records, but the memories remain to this day. There were many more, as Uncle Pete and Aunt Nannie loved to travel, and they collected salt and pepper shakers wherever they visited. Pete and Nannie were very special to me, a shelter in the storm, another hiding place like my grandparents. They always seemed to make time for me. I miss them both. Uncle Pete died while they were traveling, as I recall. They were at a restaurant eating, and he just collapsed over on the table. I may not have the story exactly right, but I do know he was in the restaurant. That was traumatic for Aunt Nannie as one may well expect. Aunt Nannie spent a lot of time visiting my parents. She and my mother were very close. My old bedroom came to know was "Nannie's Room." Her bed is now in the attic, replaced by my queen sized bed, but the only occupants of that room are "stuffed." I've remained in my mama's little room she used when she became too ill to sleep in her bed. There are a lot of memories in this old house. 

I've often spoken about my love for soft, squishy plush animals. In my room, mama's room, I am surrounded by memories leaving little space on the dresser or table top, but it's my happy place, for lack of a better name. On the dresser sits Winnie the Pooh, Eeyore, Snoopy and Woodstock who enjoy watching old movies with me. There's also a Precious Moments teddy bear I call "Barely" given to me by my husband of 25 years, and a little dog, Spike. They're best friends. I have two keepsakes from my Grammy - Susie, a little rag doll with pink yarn hair and blue eyes made from an old flour sack. I embroidered one eye, and she the other. Mine was not well done, but I was only about eight, I believe, perhaps younger. Grammy was always teaching me how to make arts and crafts from things we found around the house. Money was scarce, but imagination was plentiful! I also have a bear she knitted for my younger son, Daniel, who lives with me. The bear's name is Fire. I think he named it that, because he has a burnt orange-red sweater knitted on. Both Susie and Fire have seen some years, but they're still holding on. Many other friends are long gone, others are safely tucked away in the attic. All special, all beloved memories.

So why am I telling you about my "toys" and childhood? I dunno, maybe I needed to let someone know about things that matter to me. I'm always interested in what matters to others. Perhaps that's why I was so good at teaching children or even successful with case management. People need to feel valued and "seen." It's especially important when working with children. There's a reason kids act out in school or church. They know they'll get the attention they seek. Howbeit not in a positive way, but it does get attention for a brief time at least. Sad that children feel they need to resort to such tactics. But if we look a little more closely at the adult who has been "labeled" as socially disruptive or mentally ill, could this behavior result from similar unresolved childhood issues or feelings? In my crazy self-made, protective world, I've learned that people of all ages respond to play therapy. It may sound immature and juvenile, but try it, and you'll see. That's why puppetry is a wonderful tool for teaching at-risk kids. Behind a stage they can freely express themselves without the negative feelings they attach to themselves. By "acting out" in a playful manner, it eventually leads to a more honest evaluation of the inner turmoil, or so I've discovered. 

I'm even learning that singing worship songs softly around my semi-feral cat, Alex, who is finicky one minute and quite taken with sleeping quietly on my bed all day the next, gets closer to me when I'm singing. Right now he's moved a little away, but he's still resting on my Bible. Not a bad place to lay his head, eh?! Perhaps I'll come up with some new ideas for a sideline job, as I've been thinking about going back to work to earn a few dollars, so I can build back up my savings. Rainy days seem to come more often it seems, and my efforts to get the story written are all backed up in my blogs, so publishing the book may take a bit more time. Anyone who follows me knows that I have much on my mind, so these journeys down memory lane made prove helpful in some odd way. To show I'm human and have thoughts perhaps. Time will tell, I suppose, but time is passing quickly, and I'm drawing closer to the end of days, or so I've been told lately, in a playful manner.

Time always seem to fly by when I'm mulling over my thoughts, trying to put them down on paper. I guess in the long run it doesn't matter much what I say. But one never knows. So for now, I'll clear my bed of others friends, and prepare myself for bed. Tomorrow's a busy day, so I have to be wide awake. Until the next day, I hope whoever reads this yarn finds something noteworthy to consider. Night!

Day 33 Six More Weeks of Winter!

 

2/2/2026

 "Oh, taste and see that the LORD is good;

blessed is the man who trusts in Him!"

Psalm 34:8

 

It seems as if Punxsutawney Phil, the groundhog meteorologist from Pennsylvania and Buckeye Chuck from Ohio are in agreement - six more weeks of winter! Poor little guy, even he is dreaming about spring and planting, or perhaps he's considering that if his prediction is wrong, he may have to get busy, forfeiting those extra hours of sleep. Who knows what runs through the little critter's mind?! Regardless, we have six more weeks to hope snow is not in the forecast and the weather warms up a tad.

Today was a productive day of shoveling ice and snow. It went a little better today, as when I stuck the regular shovel at the edge, then lifted it, a huge chunk of ice and snow released, so I was able to work a little faster and more efficiently. Only problem was that my fingers and feet were freezing in a very short time, plus my arms were getting tired and sore. Also, since I lift with my legs and not my back, squatting made my already tender backsides (the result of three different falls) a bit worse for the wear. I guess my age is finally catching up with me! I never had this problems while I was in Northern New Mexico, but then I was four years younger, and the snows were dryer. In Virginia the humidity even affects the snow. I never got so cold in New Mexico either, and I spent a much longer time shoveling. It was fun back then when Kenya, the neighbor's Malamute would come to help me. Dancing in the snow with a big dog can be intimidating, but it can also be a lot of fun. She's in doggie heaven now, though, but I've no doubt she's frolicking in Heaven's version of snow. Maybe chasing clouds or just romping and stomping with the little children where Heaven has prepared a place. Hopefully, one day soon, we'll find out. Until God decides to give us a reprieve, or until my work here is done, I'll just dream about fun things until I can see for myself.

Besides Groundhog Day, today was the wedding anniversary of two friends. One couple has been married 40 years and another for 52 years. That's definitely due a special night out for both these blessed and beautiful couples. Soon Valentine's Day will be here, so I hope the guys remember to double up since the two dates are so close. It's always so special to me when marriages are celebrated and honored, as they should be. It was the first covenant that God made with man, and it's the one that Satan tries to destroy. I'm grateful to both my parents and my grandparents for staying together even in very difficult times. I only wish my life could have been better. But, God in His grace and mercy has forgiven me, and He's washed me clean in the blood of Jesus Christ, so now I'm brand new and spotless to stand before Him one day the Bride of Christ, His Church. Thank You, Jesus, for the sacrifice You made in ransoming my soul from death. May I proclaim Your Word to everyone I meet!

In closing, bundle up or snuggle up, because it's going to continue to be cold a bit longer!  

Day 32 Answering the Call

 

2/1/2026

"Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart,

as working for the LORD, not for human masters."

Colossians 3:23

 

A few days before the end of January, when I went to my mailbox I found a gift from a ministry I respect, called Strength and Grace daily devotional. I must say that it came at an opportune time when all the world seemed to be in total chaos, and once again my life appeared to be following apart. Then entered a winter watch with snow and freezing rain. We are still digging out of that one, but God, in His grace and mercy, kept us from losing power. Others were not as fortunate. This past weekend we were threatened once more with snow, and although it did snow, there was little accumulation. I was so thankful!

There used to be a time when I loved snow, but when I see the careless risks people take, it makes me want to stay inside the house and off the road. It's interesting that people are always anxious to take risks, except when Sunday morning rolls around, and the church is open. That's when many decide to stay in their flannel pajamas, snuggled in bed, choosing live stream services. I remember when I lived right across the street from my church. I taught Sunday School, so I had to be there, and I loved sharing the word with the children. I remember being late one day, and I ran out the house with wet hair. When I entered the church I had ice in my hair, because it was so cold in Northern New Mexico. It still makes me laugh. I was much younger then, and I didn't think about risking getting sick from wet hair. Fortunately, God has always watched out over me, especially when I did not use the best judgment. Now I use a hair dryer before I dash out in frigid weather!

I live across the highway and up the road from the church now, and in the warmer weather I do walk to church, but it's been so cold I haven't walked this winter. Since I don't have a car at the moment, and my ride to church was not going, I have remained home for a few weeks. I miss the face to face fellowship when I can't make it to church, and we are told in scripture not to forsake the assembling of ourselves together. We need the friendship and community it provides, and there is the worship and sharing of the Word of God. The church of Acts was community oriented, but it was much different from today's churches, for the most part. We need to get back to the way Jesus ordained the church to be. Back then the disciples were turning the world upside down with the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Many were added to the church daily. There were home churches and continual fellowship. This is what I miss, because I enjoyed this type of church meetings before we moved to New Mexico. I was hoping that once I returned that I'd find the same reception, but so far, I have not. Everyone is more about building their own church and following their own set agendas than flowing with the Spirit of God, allowing Him to lead the service. There are exceptions to this, however, as I know one church for certain where God has the say so. Sadly, it is not in my area, but perhaps one day I'll be able to visit. I miss the days of prayer at the altar, people weeping, crying out to the Lord in repentance. It reminded me of old time revivals where the worship leader would play each verse of "Just As I Am," in the hope some would come forward. Today, I participated in a national prayer and repentance meeting online. I'm so glad that I made time in my schedule to attend and participate. We so desperately need that at this time.

My heart so aches for children, especially foster children who are lost in the system. This is why I am so grateful to our First Lady Melania Trump's programs for these forgotten children. She has been working with the foster care system for years, and her program "Fostering the Future" and "Be Best Initiative" will make much-needed change possible for children in the foster care system. Over the years the State has been charged with this responsibility; however, the system has been broken and many have fallen into the cracks of government, but hopefully, with the help of these initiatives hope will come for a brighter tomorrow for these children who deserve to live a better life and a richer one. They are so special and precious in God's eyes, and they are valued beyond silver and gold and the riches of this world. They are blessed from above and created in the image of God! Even the Declaration of Independence was written with them in mind: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." The words "created" and "endowed by their Creator," prove that our nation was founded on Biblical values right from the start. Amazing Grace!

Back in the day social services wasn't in existence, and it was the responsibility of the church to care for orphans, homeless, or widows who had no immediate family. People would open their doors to help others, but the people who heard God's voice and chose to help were always too few, or they did not have a financial means to help. Jesus spoke about taking care of widows, homeless, and orphans, but few churches pay attention to His clear mandate these days. 

Our modern day churches have strayed so far from the church Jesus declared it should be. Over the years whenever anyone didn't agree with this or that a new denomination would be organized. Jesus never said it should be that way, nor did the disciples. Today I heard a favorite song, and I remember Peter Marshall loved it, "Give Me That Ole Time Religion." May the church arise and shine and bring all the glory back to the only one who is due it - Jesus Christ our Savior and Lord! To Him be all honor, glory, and praise. Amen.   

Day 31 Our Provider of All Good Gifts

 

1/31/2026

"And Moses said to the children of Israel,

'See, the LORD has called by name Bezalel the son

of Uri, the son of Hur, of the tribe of Judah; and He has

filled him with the Spirit of God, in wisdom and understanding,

in knowledge and all manner of workmanship."

Exodus 35:30-31  

 

Today's reading is about building the tabernacle from the plans the LORD had designed down to the minutest detail. He had given special designing skills and artistry to Bezalel, son of Hur, of the tribe of Judah, and Oholiab from the tribe of Dan, so they would be able to design and build the tabernacle to the exact precision and finest detail God had ordained. The women were given abilities to dye and make the threads to weave into cloth fabrics needed for the tabernacle and for the special linens and garments of the high priest, Aaron, and his sons. Each time I read the descriptions of the tabernacle and the clothes worn by Aaron and his sons, my finite mind cannot not imagine the enormity of it all. When Moses asked the people to bring gold and jewelry and other articles from their possessions to be used in making the utensils and ornaments found in the tabernacle and in the actual building of the tabernacle, they did not hesitate but were faithful to bring more than was needed. They did so with great joy and thanksgiving unto the Lord, which is the way God ordained that it should always be. They gave so freely, each day bringing more and more, until the workman had to tell Moses to make them stop. Imagine how that would be if today people gave with such generosity and love.

God's gifted the women, Bezalel, Oholiab, and others with special abilities to create such fine tapestries embroidered with thin threads of gold and with fine threads of blue, purple, and scarlet, and the capability of fashioning lamp stands and bowls and tables with engraving and other elaborate workmanship. In just reading about the sheets of tapestries for covering the tabernacle, I was unable to visualize how it may have looked or keep the lengths and widths separate. It just boggled my mind, and I'm a seamstress! It makes me wonder if prior to these new skills given if either Bezalel or Oholiab designed or created curtains or furniture or fashioned items covered in gold before?! Were they born with these gifts or anointed for this work alone?!

We are each given gifts and talents, and I believe that they are meant to be used, not just enjoyed now and then. I remember my older son becoming very upset with me for "squandering" my talent and not taking it to where it could go. I realize that my imagination and creative abilities have been a huge blessing to me, as they provided income to kept food on the table and clothes on my children's backs. When the store was failing and inventory was low, I made many gifts to sell in the stores. When I was starting over after my divorce crafting and sewing provided income, so I could pay my bills. I started an online business called "Memories by Linda," and I designed teddy bears from old clothing belonging to the person to be remembered. I was asked to do many different projects, and people seemed to be very happy. Eventually, my "real" job became too stressful, and my creative side shut down. I was on my own again, much older, and I didn't know what to do. It seems as if during those times that the Lord opened many doors for me to learn new skills and improve the old ones. Of course, with anything, I do have regrets, and because of accidents where I sustained blows to my head, I cannot always remember all the people I served. For the most part I remember faces, and I can eventually figure out in which filing cabinet they are located. I hope I kept all the old files, as it would be wonderful to relocate the old records and requests. Who knows, perhaps it would encourage me to start another business. 

I still have the dream of opening a home for other "misfits" like myself where I can provide a home and meals plus train them to use their creative skills to gain confidence, new skills, and learn to create a viable livelihood for themselves. Sometimes all someone needs is a little encouragement and someone to believe in them. I learned so much from my mother and grandmother when I was growing up, plus God gave me a few unique abilities also. I still love learning new things, so perhaps I may be able to walk alongside someone again one day, so they can make a difference in their own lives. I think we should never stop dreaming, and I hope that I never do. I also trust in the scripture found in Luke 12:48: "For unto whomsoever much is given, of him shall be much required." If God blessed us with talents, wealth, knowledge, or time, then we need to use these gifts in helping others and even changing the world in some instances. What a wonderful way to live life with purpose. 

Day 30 How Will You Respond?

 

1/30/2026

"Circumstances never create character;

they merely reveal it."

Daily Walk

 

Moses and the children of Israel had arrived at Mt Sinai, and Moses had ascended the mountain to meet with God to receive the Commandments to govern the people. While he's gone the people are left to the watch care of Aaron. It took 40 days for the finger of God to write the laws on the tablets, meeting with Moses, so the people grew restless, impatient, and since Moses hadn't returned, they wanted a god to lead them. So they presented their request to Aaron, who told them to bring all their gold earrings to him. He melted them in the fire, then "molded and tooled it into the form of a calf." The people were delighted, so Aaron built an altar before the calf and announced that they would have a feast to Jehovah the next day. The people were up early, sacrificing burnt and peace offerings to the calf-idol, then they feasted, and the celebration led into drinking, reveling, and sexual immorality. It didn't take long for them to forget the promise to obey the God of Israel, and it certainly did not take Aaron, who had been consecrated as the high priest, to forget his position before the people. 

The story found in Exodus 32 changes to Moses on the mountain with God, and God tells Moses to hurry back down the hill, because the people have defiled themselves. God was so angry that He was ready to destroy all of the people and make a new covenant with Moses. But Moses begged God to relent because of His love for the people, and Moses told God that the Egyptians would say that He had tricked the people so He could slay them. He reminded God of His promise, his covenant, with Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob and how Abraham's descendants would be as numerous as the sands, and they would inherit the land forever. In response to Abraham's intercession, God spared the people. This is an example of great intercession of Moses for the people, and as the story progresses, it is not the last time Moses would stand between God and man. Earlier in Genesis we learned how Abraham interceded for others as well. This is the gift of intercession, and it requires much perseverance in the face of great adversity. 

As Moses was going down to confront the assembly, his anger got the better of him, and he shattered the two tablets of stones on which God had written the laws. Moses immediately takes the calf and burns it in the fire, then he approaches Aaron. He asked Aaron what had made him commit such a terrible sin, and of course, Aaron didn't want to take responsibility for his own sin, so he blamed the people. He told Moses that he had merely tossed the gold in the fire, and the gold calf idol was formed and came out. Moses knew the truth in his heart, and he also knew that Aaron had encouraged the people to revel in an immoral manner. This sin cost Aaron dearly, as he was not allowed to enter into the Promised Land and died in the wilderness after the 40 years of wandering the people endured because of disbelief. 

The LORD was still angry at the people later, and although He promised that His Angel would travel ahead of them and clear out the Canaanites and other in inhabitants, He would not travel with them. Moses again intercedes with God, and He tells Him that unless He goes, he will not go:

"Moses talked there with the Lord and said to Him, 'You have been telling me, "Take these people to the Promised Land," but You haven't  told me whom You will send with me. You say You are my friend, and that I have found favor before You; please, if this is really so, guide me clearly along the way You want me to travel so that I will understand You and walk acceptably before You. For don't forget that this nation is Your people," and the Lord replied, 'I Myself will go with you and give you success.'" (Exodus 33:12-14). 

The rest of the story is well-known, and the journey that finally took them to the land of promise was not an easy one, although God was faithful to His promise in every way. Unfortunately, man continues to fail, and the journey is filled with grumbling and complaining and rebellion that leads to the destruction of almost an entire generation at one point. This story shows the frailty of man and the brevity of life. Throughout scripture and the story of the people of Israel, there have always been a remnant who obeyed God, and so it continued even when they were exiled for 70 years in Babylon. 

When Moses confronted the people over the golden calf idol, "Moses stood in the entrance of the camp, and said, 'Whoever is on the LORD's side - comes to me!' And all the sons of Levi gathered themselves together to him" (Exodus 32:26-28). About three thousand died that day as the LORD had the sons of Levi killed the disobedient with the sword.

Later, when in the Promised Land, Joshua also stood his ground with the people: "And if it seems evil to you to serve the LORD, choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve, whether the gods which your fathers served that were on the other side of the River, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land you dwell. But as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD" (Joshua 24:15).

Elijah when he encountered the prophets of Baal on Mount Carmel, "And Elijah came to all the people, and said, 'How long will you falter between two opinions? If the LORD is God, follow Him; but if Baal, follow him.' But the people answered him not a word" (1 Kings 18:21).

It seems as if at this time in history man, who has been desperately blinded and controlled by deceiving spirits of darkness in this age, are being called to make a decision. A line is being drawn in the sand, and God is saying that you're either for Me or against Me. The church is being called to wake up and make a stand for godliness and holiness. The church is also being called to stand in support of Israel. The Bible clearly states that salvation comes through the Jews (John 4:22). This was said by Jesus, a Jew, the King of the Jews, to the woman from Samaria whom He encountered at the well. God confirms His covenant with His people in the following scriptures:

To Solomon in 1 Kings 6:13: "And I will dwell among the children of Israel, and will not forsake My people Israel."

In Psalm 94:14: "For the LORD will not cast off His people, nor will He forsake His inheritance."  

Romans 11:1: "I say then, has God cast away His people? Certainly not! For I also am an Israelite, of the seed of Abraham, of the tribe of Benjamin." Following this, Paul explains how Gentile believers have been grafted in as branches, but he also warns that we can be cut off if our attitude changes. 

How will we respond when we are asked where we stand? Have we settled the matter in our minds, or will we be like those of Elijah's day tossed to and fro by two opinions? Man has always had his opinion and his plans, but God is the one who has the say. Proverbs 9:10 says that "The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom, and the knowledge of the Holy One is understanding." 

The choice comes to each of us, but my decision is clear: As for me and my house, we will serve the LORD. I will stand with Israel, as we await Messiah's return to Jerusalem when He places His feet on Mount Zion. How will you choose? Even so, Lord Jesus, come quickly! 

Day 29 Much to Learn

 

1/29/2026

"As white snowflakes fall quietly and thickly on a winter day.

answers to prayer will settle down upon you at every step you take, 

even to your dying day. The story of your life will be the

story of prayer and answers to prayer."

O. Hallesby

"Goodness and mercy shall follow me all the

days of my life."

Psalm 23:6

 

Yesterday I was sharing that I was going through a new season of re-learning what it means to be content in my circumstances. I've never really been a materialistic type, and I've never been one to be envious of others or want more than I have. I always thought of what I "needed" rather what I "wanted." I think that comes with my upbringing. My daddy worked hard, and he provided for our needs, but we didn't have many frills. Mama sewed, and she taught me to sew and craft, and it's helped me pay my bills and put clothes on my children's backs and food on the table. My sons always told me that I put others first, and they each encouraged me to do what I want to do with how many years I have left on this earth when I retired in 2018. They didn't mean that in a negative way, and I don't think that they thought I was about to kick the proverbial bucket. They feel that my life has been too much giving and not enough getting, or something like that. They understand that I enjoy being able to help those who need help. I've seen too many people making wills for after they die when their families need the help now. The scriptures speak about that in Proverbs 3:27: "Do not withhold good from those to whom it is due, when it is in the power of your hand to do so." or in Galatians 6:10: "Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all, especially tho those who are of the household of faith." Even the Apostle John had a few words to say about it: 

By this we know love, because He (Jesus) laid down His life for us. And we also ought to lay down  our lives for the brethren. But whoever has this world's goods, and sees his brother in need, and shuts up his heart from him, how does the love of God abide in him? My little children, let us not love in word or in tongue, but in deed and in truth. And by this we know that we are of the truth, and shall assure our hearts before Him. For if our heart condemns us, God is greater than our heart, and knows all things. Beloved, if our heart does not condemn us, we have confidence toward God. And whatever we ask we receive from Him, because we keep His commandments and do those things that are pleasing in His sight. And this is His commandment: that we should believe on the name of His Son Jesus Christ and love one another, as He gave us commandment" (1 John 3:16-23).

My mama and daddy always helped us when we needed support, and they expected nothing in return. I think that's a wonderful way to be. Mama always said "It's more blessed to give than receive," and to give her flowers while she's alive, so she can enjoy them, not after she's dead. I have often thought about those words when I'm trying to help someone who needs assistance or support. Of course I worked in social service type jobs the latter part of my career, so that type of behavior should be a expected. Sadly, it's not. People often only want to do what is required, and then only between certain hours. But fortunately, not all are like that, or else our world would be in a worse fix than it is now. 

There are many scriptures in the Bible that speak of helping our fellow human beings when they are in need. Jesus certainly spoke of helping widows and orphans, and then there is the Parable of the Good Samaritan. Jesus Himself gave everything, so should be do less?! Sometimes I think I should have sought out Mother Teresa and her ministry to the people of Calcutta. There's a movie I saw once, City of Hope, about a doctor who was helping the people who live in the garbage heaps in downtown Calcutta. It breaks my heart to see anyone live in squalor, but seeing children go without really breaks my heart. I'm a broken record when it comes to lamenting about the lives so many children have lived. 

Earlier this morning in the global prayer call with Israel, what's happening in Iran with the people rebelling, tired of living in the shackles of a dictator, waiting to see what, if anything, America and Israel will do occupied the call. Everyone waits. In the meantime here on the home front of America and elsewhere in the world, the question of rising antisemitism and Sharia Law being imposed in our cities are topics of concern. The world is in total chaos and so far from the lawful and orderly manner of life before 10/7/2023 when Hamas massacred so many unsuspecting Jewish citizens in their sleep, in their homes. Drugged up murderers, spurred on after being indoctrinated by the hatred of Islam. Now it's spreading and civil wars are erupting in the streets of America. What has happened to reason? But the worst thing is: Where is the church? Busy doing what makes their churches grow, apathetic or unconcerned about anything that is going on elsewhere. Or they are deceived and lost in the wrong theology or listening with itching ears chasing anyone who says they are a prophet. Again, there seems to be no attention paid to what Jesus said would happen in these last days. Awaken from your slumber!

Before my life took this detour, I had asked Abba to give me a church where I could serve again and become a viable part of the body of Christ, just as I used to enjoy. I wanted a "normal" life where people noticed when I wasn't in church, and they actually called to check up on me to see if I was well and safe. This has not happened since I have been here, at least not with churches I have attended and supported. Even when I made the initial call to let the pastor know about my son's accident, I haven't received a call or text for almost two months. Why is this? "Praying for you" without follow up isn't much of a help, or do I ask too much?! Perhaps I shouldn't even mention it, but I have a son who's been mistreated by the established church, and abandoned and misrepresented. He's had his share of deep-rooted problems and challenges, but he has a desire to "belong" also. Once, as I was talking to Abba about a similar situation, I heard Him clearly say to me "You belong to Me." I think that's all I really needed to hear, and He does remind me still. I felt I needed to ask His forgiveness for wanting to be normal and have a church appreciate and "need" me. After all I am supposed to be "content." I say this with a smile on my face. I like Paul can say:

"Not that I speak in regard to need, for I have learned in whatever state I am, to be content; I know how to be abased, and I know how to abound. Everywhere and in all things I have learned both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need" (Philippians 4:11-12).

Paul is saying that,  "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me" (Philippines 4:13), because he has learned to be content no matter the circumstances of his life. And if Paul can say that, so can I. He had his eyes on Jesus and eternity that laid ahead when his time on earth was done. And this is what I have heard God tell me so many time, especially since returning home, "Keep your eyes on the Commander of the Armies of Heaven." In church services I've heard Him say, "Focus on "Me," not that person to the left whose on their cell phone during the sermon or the elder in the back of the church scrolling on his cell phone during worship or prayer. I remember the words God spoke to someone I know: "I want you to look at each person you meet as more important than you are, because they are." God can be very direct, and honestly, that's the way I like it. I want my life surrendered and transformed by His will. I invite the pressing, the sharpening, and the molding of my life into conformity, so I can become more like Jesus. The teapot that needs to be stuck back into the refining fires, so that the cracks don't come. I'm a work in process, a chunk of clay on the spinning wheel with God's great hands forming me in to a vessel fit for the Master's use. Sometimes I get dizzy on that spinning wheel, but one day I'll walk away finished and glazed to perfection. Until then, I have much to learn about Kingdom living and growing in grace. I will be content with the process and wait for the answers to come in due time, God's good time, not mine. Selah.

Day 28 Contentment

 

1/28/2026 

"But godliness with contentment 

is great gain."

 

1 Timothy 6:6

 

 

As this year began I found myself in a new season of learning an old lesson. It seems that sometimes God has to give us refresher courses in areas where we are falling short. Or so it seems. Over the past four years, as I resettled back into my parents' home where I grew up, purchasing the house and beginning to work on fixing it back to its old appearance, I found the task becoming more and more daunting. At the end of November I made plans to begin again, not relying on anyone to help me in my renovation plans. All this time I've been trying to find someone who wants to help with some much-needed fixing up, but attempts have been futile. One older man actually shook my hand and said he'd be back with an estimate. When he didn't return or even call me back, I was devastated to learn that a handshake didn't mean what it did in my daddy's day. 

 

Early in December I made plans to have a new roof installed in January, so I felt that at last I was making progress, until December 9th brought an unexpected detour in my plans. My son was involved in accident on a icy back road when a truck hurrying past him clipped my car's mirror sending him off the side of the road down a slippery slope. Fortunately, a guardrail caught my little Nissan Sentra which prevented the car from rolling over upside down into a creek bed that would have drowned him. As it was he had great difficulty getting out of the car as two airbags had imploded. Thankfully, he did not sustain serious injuries other than further pain to his back. The car, however, is now in car heaven, and I've been without a vehicle since that day. My dad's old car was not able to be repaired, and the holidays and the weather have limited my getting out to look at cars. I have also experienced a little relapse in my health, but hopefully, it will turn itself around. My appointment with a specialist is not until the middle of February, so even that has taken time. I guess one has to schedule being sick far in advance in order to get an appointment. But all is good, and I am still smiling. I would say laughing, as I usually do that to keep from crying, but I'm just keeping it real.

 

My family has had more than its share of discouragements over these many years, and, for lack of a better word, many mishaps that have disrupted the family's relationships, leaving me as the mediator, or simply the last one standing. Strangely, I thought retirement would give me the freedom and opportunity to not have to be so concerned or involved in the drama of life. But I guess that's not so, and the fun is just beginning, or I hope rather that the healing can truly begin. Time, and much patience, will tell. In the meantime, God is teaching me some new lessons about trusting Him and in being content with what is happening in my life. I love the photo of the little Asian child taking a bath in the galvanized bucket. It brings back childhood memories. When I was little my grandparents lived in a home owned by Tom and Mary Puryear who owned the little country store on a country road catawampus from my grandparent's home, meaning just up the highway a dash and to the left down the little dirt road. I remember they had the best and largest homemade oatmeal cookies ever! There were fish tank style canisters, lying on the side, lined up on the counter, that held cookies and candies. There was a pot belly stove and small tables where my Papa and his buddies gathered to play checkers. Mr. Tom had an old dog that hung around inside the store sleeping. The store always smelled like wood and pipe tobacco, with a few cigars. My Papa sure did like his cigars.

 

The little house my Grammy and Papa lived in didn't have a bathroom or running water when I was little, so the water had to be pumped from the outside well, then heated on the stove for my bath. My tub was an old galvanized tub that had seen its days. My grandparents had eight children, so it had washed a many little ones in its day, I imagine. But I loved it back then. This is why the little girl above made me smile. Sweet memories even when days may have been a little harder for my grandparents. Later on, Mr. Tom installed a water pump into the kitchen, and he eventually built on a little bathroom, but without heat at first. Everything takes time to get done. I realize that more than ever as I work on this home with limited resources. But I think when we do finally get things done we appreciate it more, even in the waiting. I know that my daddy worked hard in order to get things done, and he was a jack of all trades, and he mastered quite a few. Others may have been creative, but he got the job done. I can attest to that, as I see some of his "fixes" are still holding strong to this day. Others I question, but knowing my daddy, he did what he had to do to get a job done at the time. I respect and appreciate that about him. And I sure wish he were here right now to give me a little advice, but he's in a place where he doesn't have to be concerned about fixing up things. I can hardly wait to see the mansions Jesus spoke about, although I'd be just as happy with a little cabin in the woods, no frills, just Jesus.

 

I got to thinking about Job's response when God first allowed Satan to put Job's loyalty to the test. Job was described as a man who was "blameless and upright, and one who feared God and shunned evil." (Job 1:1). Everyone is familiar with the story of Job, as it is the oldest recorded book in the Bible. When Job lost all his possessions and his children were killed, Job's response was:

 

"Naked I came from my mother's womb, and naked shall I return there. The LORD gave, and the LORD has taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD." (Job 1:21)

 

I must admit, these same words came to my mind on that eventful day in December. Through Job's struggles with loss, the lack of comfort from his friends, and his wife's terrible advice to curse God and die, in the end He actually came to know that before he had only been told about God, but when he encountered God in answer to his prayers, he came to understand how little he knew about the Living God of Creation. His troubling friends also learned a great lesson in humility. In the end God restored double of all Job had lost. Such a wonderful end to a traumatic story. It makes me wonder if the wife was there when he was restored. I guess that question will have to wait, although Job did have more children.

 

Paul, formerly Saul of Tarsus, also experienced a great season of testing and trials that transformed his life. Matthew, the tax collector, made quite an adjustment in his life to follow Jesus, as did Simon the Zealot, who learned to turn from his deadly methods of protecting the King of kings, to understanding that Jesus had a different plan and purpose as His earthly mission. Each encountered trials, challenges, loss, but they found "godliness with contentment is great gain." Jesus left His throne in Heaven to come to earth in the form of a baby, who grew into the Son of Man, in order to accomplish God's rescue mission for mankind who had failed so desperately. God's great mercy, and Jesus' obedience to His Father, ransomed our souls from eternal death, so we could be born again into the Kingdom of God by the blood of the perfect Lamb of God. His ways are infinitely higher.

 

So, in my season of change, I can whine or I can grow into the person God wants me to be - loving, patient, kind, merciful, full of compassion, extremely humble, yet resourceful. I am always careful to give God praise for everything that has been given, loaned, to me, as I try to ask Him about every decision I make. Perhaps He just wants me to become a little more self-confident in walking out what I already have learned as I sit with Him daily in our alone time. I'm really not certain at this time what exactly I am to learn, except to be content with all things at all times, and to leave matters in His capable hands. He is after all trustworthy. With that thought in mind I'll close out the day and dream of days to come as I wait and see what comes next. Shalom, friends.