Easter Glory

I’m addicted!  Each spring as the trees display their radiant glow, it is like I have never seen them before!  I look forward to their magnificent display every year. Today is Easter and their beauty shines forth. It is as if to celebrate and rejoice that indeed, Christ has risen!  The trees are clapping their hands and showing the glory of our risen Savior, Jesus Christ!  I invite you to listen carefully to the Lord God of all the earth, and let your soul delight itself in His abundance.  His ways are higher than our ways and His thoughts so far above ours that He is able to send forth His Word to accomplish whatever He pleases.  God invites us to turn to Him and He will abundantly pardon us, showering His mercy on us.  We shall go out with joy and be led with peace.  Even as the mountains and hills break forth into singing before us and all the trees of the field clap their hands, so will we be blessed by God’s everlasting covenant of His lovingkindness.  The gift of salvation is such a glorious gift given by the shed blood of Jesus on the cross, that my response is one of total awe that He would offer His gift to me.  It makes me sing and shout!  

So I’ve decided this is a great addiction, an addiction to worship, one that brings glory to our Lord!  I do believe He loves us being addicted to Him and His Word.  What a marvelous Savior we have, full of mercy and faithfulness, lovingkindness and grace.  And that is what the trees are doing today, singing and shouting praises to God our King!

                                                                                                           (Isaiah 55 thoughts)  KC

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The Messy Cafeteria

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 All winter long the chickens and ducks wandered with free reign through the yard winding their way through flowerbeds and paths.  We have really enjoyed their antics and listening to their chatter.  I sure hope our slug and spider population has diminished over the winter.  As enjoyable as it has been to watch them, by the end of winter their kitchen mess grew.  They are messy grazers!  Scratching and digging day after day left the cafeteria quite a disaster.  The raised beds and paths were covered and rearranged.  Alas, we had to put them in their pen and shut the gate.  We are still cleaning up the cafeteria!  

God invites us to His “cafeteria”.  We are to live on every Word that comes from the mouth of God.  Matthew 4:4.  Acts 2:42 tells us to devote ourselves to the teaching of the Word together.  Seeking and longing for the kingdom of God has much to do with the taking in of God’s Word, His Scriptures.  If you have ever really studied God’s Word you know that your hen scratching notes are messy.  I have lists of word meanings, arrows crisscrossing the page, colors of pencils for certain themes, cross references scribbled here and there, study books opened with slips of paper sticking out, and piles of notes laying around.  Pretty soon it is such a mess I have to take time out to straighten things up a bit.  But, Oh!  What glorious delight it brings!  There is nothing quite like it.  You ought to try it for yourself.  It reminds me of Jeremiah 15:16, “Your Words were found, and I ate them, and Your Word was to me the joy and rejoicing of my heart...”. Yes, God’s cafeteria is full of wonderful life-giving flavors and joys.  Truly, Jesus says, “I am the bread of life.  He who comes to Me shall never hunger, and he who believes in Me shall never thirst.”  John 6:35.  What a feast!  Scratchings and all!                                   

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God’s Invitation to You

 We spent a week on the Rogue River recently.  What a lovely setting!  God’s handiwork is always spectacular to revel in and admire.  That is what I have noticed through the years of carefully observing God’s handiwork -  there is so much to admire Him for!  From the magnificent Rocky Mountains to the tiniest Lily-of-the-Valley, God has given us a multitude of invitations to praise and glorify His creativity, to admire and lift His name high.  Sitting on this bench through the week, watching all the beautiful birds floating by, reminded me once again of God’s invitation to spend time with Him and learn from Him.  Though everything changes in this world, God never changes.  Continually, He is inviting us to His presence.  Even my water bottle sitting on the chair arm reminds me of thirsting for His presence. 

Knowing the salvation given to us through the cross and resurrection of Jesus Christ is just the beginning as we press in deeper to know God.  Salvation is not just the “ticket” to heaven. Salvation is the beginning of loving and learning to know Jesus.  Throughout Scripture God is continually inviting us to Himself.  “Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”  Matthew 11:28.  “Ho!  Everyone who thirsts, come to the waters.”  Isaiah 55:1.  Moses cried out in Exodus 33:15, “...if Your presence does not go with us, do not bring us up from here.”  God promised Moses, “...My Presence will go with you, and I will give you rest.”  There are many verses throughout the entire Word of God’s invitation to come and meet with Him.  His promises are sure, never failing.  

God’s beautiful creation is constantly an invitation to me to come and marvel in His presence.  May you, too, recognize the invitations of God.  May each of us love Him, learn from Him, lean on Him, and live for Him.  

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Covered Presence

 One morning the clouds and fog rolled in so thick that the hills were swallowed.  I knew they were still present even though I couldn’t see them.   Pretty soon gentle breezes dissolved the fog and slowly the hills appeared.  I just can’t always live by what I see or even what I experience.  This dirty old giant pot holds a lot of dirt and mulch and really isn’t very attractive.  I keep it in the garden by faith.  As spring unfolds there will be tender shoots of dahlias coming up.  By faith, I trust that each year the dahlias will grow to 8 or 9 feet tall.  They always amaze me in their size and their huge flowerheads.  But I have to keep in mind that for quite a bit of the year their presence is hidden from my eyes.  It is the time of year strength and growth takes place in the bulb for it to be able to shine in the summer.

I love God’s Word.  It is the main delight of my heart and life.  There have been times, though, when I wonder where God is in the midst.  God has a habit of covering His presence in our lives.  That is one reason it is so important for us to soak our hearts and minds in God’s Word.  Knowing and trusting the promises of Scripture strengthens and toughens our spirits.  There are bleak,  dark times in life and there are times of gray indecision and questioning.  These are the times I must trust in what I know from God’s Word.  Just like the dark days of winter when the dahlia bulbs are resting in the soil, I must rest in the soil of God’s Word.  You don’t have to be a Bible scholar to recognize that Abraham, Moses, Joseph, David, Jeremiah, John the Baptist..... had many blank periods of questioning and waiting for God’s presence.  Are we any better than they are?  Just as they learned to persevere, trusting in God’s goodness and waiting on God’s presence, we, too, are strengthened and perfected in the same manner.  Let’s keep company with the greats of Scripture!  

The covered presence of God will lift in His timing.  And glory will appear!

Simply Step Back

 

It’s been a while since I’ve written.  When life gets really consuming and overwhelming my way of facing it is to step back.  Stepping back means a return to the simple things.  Very simple things.  One simple enjoyment is to keep a close eye on the chickens and ducks. These big birds eat left over seeds from the finch feeder, consume large quantities of slugs and spiders, and bring me much delightful joy in watching them.  They just remind me to count the blessings of God, rather than to count the griefs of life.   

How many birds do you count in these pictures?  The total count is - 13 chickens and 4 ducks - and we sure keep them counted!  Already we have saved 3 of them from the dogs around.  They waddle all around us when they are out of their pen jumping in the raised beds looking for treats.  I could name them for you, but you would know then how simple I really am.  There’s Greta and Charlotte, there is Toast....there is Jeffrey....  Just adorable little creatures.  They really are pets.  When it is warm out, the ducks waddle up their ramp and plop into their little pool of lukewarm, brown, buggy water.  It looks so soothing.  Not.  And then sometimes, behind us in the wood pile we will hear a bawk, bawk, baaaawkkkk.  Ah ha!  An egg has been deposited!   

Lest you think this is all nonsense let me illustrate.  For several paragraphs I have written about chickens and ducks.  While reading this have you even thought of trials you are facing, or the frightful politics and news of the day, or pressures facing you?  You see, you can’t do both at the same time.  At least it is a little harder to do that.  My point is this.  So much is piling in on our hearts and lives, so many concerns and worries, fears and what-ifs, that we are carrying mountains that God never intended for us to carry.  Bringing your minds and thoughts back to ultra simple things gives you a mental and emotional break and allows you to refresh and regroup.  It allows the mountain to be flattened just a bit.  God wants our whole soul to be in tune with Him, and when we get caught up carrying mountains, He is left out.  We are the losers then.  I encourage you to find several simple things you enjoy and step back.  Simply.  Step.  Back.            

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Standing Tall

Standing tall, waiting on God’s smile, these daffodil faces are shining bright. Lifting their adorable little faces up to the Lord, they are standing tall in lonely vigil on guard for Resurrection morning.  No one will see them Sunday morning at church though.  No one but God.  No one will admire their lovely dresses and fine bonnets.  No one but God.  No one will be looking at them Sunday morning for no one will be there.  A church building empty on Resurrection Sunday!  How can that be?  

God doesn’t “need” church buildings.  We do.  Since God’s Spirit lives in His children, we gather to worship Him together.  God doesn’t “need” our worship. But we need to worship Him.  God is and has always been I Am, complete, holy, and without any “need”.  But, we surely need Him!  What is amazing and mind boggling is that the very worship we give Him, feeds us, fulfills us, heals us.  We need church buildings.  We need each other.  We need God’s Spirit to help us worship Jesus together.  In these days of the coronavirus quarantine, these truths have been underlined and highlighted by God. He is shouting at us!  This time has surely emphasized that we need to be worshiping our King together!

Like the sweet daffodils standing tall, may we lift our faces to God in total gratefulness and worship. Though we can’t gather in church buildings this Resurrection morning, we sing praise that we can worship Him in Spirit. May we thank Him for church buildings to worship together.  Wherever we are let us worship our King Jesus!  May we come back together after this refining time with profoundly purposeful hearts that seek to worship our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.  Though church buildings will be empty, little daffodils, keep shining for Jesus’ Resurrection morning.  Our hearts will be shining, too. 
                                                                                                            K.C.

Tools of the Trade

          I found these old toolboxes at a junk shop and thought I'd try them for planting.  There's
something established about them that I like.  They just look "gardeny" to me.    Always on the
lookout for containers to use since pots are costly, I thought I'd experiment.

          Toolboxes hold tools of the trade.  Every profession and every hobby has tools that enable the craftsman to create.  Without the right tools it is just about impossible to obtain good results.    For the gardener it is shovels, hoes, clippers, gloves, wheelbarrows, and the list goes on and on.  We
always think of tools as objects to use which is in the dictionary definition.  But the tool I am thinking
of is not an object.  It is a part of our body - the back.  All the tools that go in a toolbox or in a shed
to use working in the garden are pretty worthless without the strength of our back.  When is the last time you have thanked our Lord for His breath of strength in you?  This summer God has been speaking and whispering to me each day as I have been "overgardening".  In the back of my mind was the whisper, "This might be your last summer to really garden."  By the end of each day pain
was increasingly becoming severe in my back.  For a serious gardener this is a serious problem!
And sure enough, doctors have given me their command - no bending, no lifting, no twisting.  No more gardening.  So, Lord, You are redirecting.  Let me be soft clay in Your hands.

          Maybe this is a good encouragement for you to spend some quality time praising the Lord
for the daily strength and stamina He gives you.  We are so prone to take so much for granted!  Isn't
that the height of arrogance!  Whether you are a gardener or whatever you are, it is the Lord who
gives you each breath and the day-to-day strength to use the tools in your toolbox.                   K.C.