Are We Home?

I have a junk drawer. Ok, I have more than one junk drawer. And though there are some (like my husband) who may be critical of my junk drawers, today I am once again reminded of the treasure that can be found lurking beneath the junk.

Today I found a piece of paper with this written on it...

"Our waiting should always be shaped by alertness to the Word of God that comes to us in such mysterious ways." (Even from the bottom of my junk drawer.) "It is waiting in the knowledge that someone wants to address us. The question is, are we home? Are we at our address, ready to respond to the doorbell?"

I've been waiting for six months now. That's how long I have been looking for a job. Waiting to see where God would want me to be. But have I been at home, or out to lunch? Have I been so focused on the end result of finding a job that I'm missing the wonderful time of rest God has allowed? Am I actually right where God wants me for now?

Even though I know better, it's so easy to be anxious about so many things. But today I'm reminded that I can trust God to provide what I need, when I need it. It may not look like what I anticipated or come when I expected it, but I know that God is faithful. My part is to stay alert and ready to respond.

Lord, I know that you are working on my behalf and I can trust you. Thank you for reassuring me again today that you have not forgotten me.... you know my address. Whenever you're ready to ring my doorbell, I'll be at home waiting for you.

A Little Pencil

I find that I often see spiritual significance in ordinary, everyday things. I'm not quite sure why. Perhaps it has to do with years of Sunday School object lessons. Whatever the reason may be, I recently noticed something interesting in Mr. Proulx's E11 Classroom Expectations. It has to do with pencils.

I'll quote directly from the classroom rules and procedures: "Pencils - It is the nature of pencil lead to dull with constant use. You should expect your pencils (whether mechanical or other) to require your responsible attention throughout this course. Sharpening a pencil, or undertaking a quest for appropriate sized lead during class is inconsiderate and demonstrates a failure to prepare for the classroom. Sharpening your pencil should be accomplished before the bell rings."

Mother Theresa once said, "I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." I would suggest that the same is true of you and me if we have entrusted our lives into God's hands and asked him to use us. So then, how can we stay sharp and ready to be used?

I think the answer can be found in becoming very familiar with the pencil sharpener. Being held in God's hands is not always about 'writing'. Sometimes it's about 'sharpening'. God knows that for us to write well, we need to be sharpened regularly. So, when we read God's Word, he sharpens us. When we pray and listen for his response, he sharpens us. When we meet together and worship with other believers, he sharpens us. When we share our faith story with others, he sharpens us. When we trust God in spite of our difficult circumstances, he sharpens us.

Have you noticed that after a pencil is sharpened, the pencil is smaller? That's how it should be with us. Just as John the Baptist said in John 3:30, "He must become greater. I must become less." After all, it's not really about the pencil, it's about the sharpener... it's about the writer.

Lord, I may be just a plain old yellow No. 2 pencil, but I believe that in your hands even I can be used to accomplish great things. I pray that you will always be able to find me sharpened and ready for your use. Use me to write a letter to those who need to know your love. Use me as you choose. Use me for your glory.

All You Can

Do all the good you can,

By all the means you can,

In all the ways you can,

In all the places you can,

At all the times you can,

To all the people you can,

As long as ever you can.

- John Wesley

Apple Hill

I've just returned from an adventure to Apple Hill. And let me tell you, if there's one thing you're sure to find at Apple Hill, it's apples. All kinds of apples. There are red apples and green apples. Tart apples and sweet apples. Soft apples and crunchy apples. Many varieties... but all still apples.

The apples are used in countless ways. There's apple pie, apple fritters, apple strudel, apple doughnuts, apple salad, caramel apples, apple milkshakes, apple juice, apple butter, apple syrup, applesauce and even apple fudge. Many uses... but all still apples.

Some apples are better in pie, others are better for applesauce. Some are prefect for juice. Many purposes... but all still apples.

It seems to me believers are a lot like apples. We come in all kinds of varieties and can be used in many different ways for many different purposes... but all still believers. Romans 12:6 (The Message) says, "Let's just go ahead and be what we were made to be, without enviously or pridefullly comparing ourselves with each other, or trying to be something we aren't."

So what is your speciality? What were you created for?

If it's serving, then serve!

If it's teaching, then teach!

If it's encouraging, then encourage!

If it's contributing to the needs of others, do it generously!

If it's leadership, then govern diligently!

If it's showing mercy, do it cheerfully!

(Romans 12:7-8)

Lord, help me to be content just being who you made me to be. Instead of striving to measure up to other people's expectations, help me to strive to please you. Instead of comparing myself to others, help me to recognize your grace and acceptance and love for me just as I am. Instead of feeling inadequate for the task, help me to trust in your strength and provision.

Day by Day

One of my favorite hymns:

Day by day, and with each passing moment,
Strength I find to meet my trials here;
Trusting in my Father's wise bestowment,
I've no cause for worry or for fear.
He, whose heart is kind beyond all measure,
Gives unto each day what He deems best,
Lovingly its part of pain and pleasure,
Mingling toil with peace and rest.

Every day the Lord Himself is near me,
With a special mercy for each hour;
All my cares He fain would bear and cheer me,
He whose name is Counsellor and Pow'r.
The protection of His child and treasure
Is a charge that on Himself He laid;
"As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,"
This the pledge to me He made.

Help me then, in every tribulation,
So to trust Thy promises, O Lord,
That I lose not faith's sweet consolation,
Offered me within Thy holy Word.
Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,
E'er to take, as from a father's hand,
One by one, the days, the moments fleeting,
Till with Christ the Lord I stand.