Combinations of grace

With apologies for borrowing a phrase from Jane Austen, when I was growing up it was “a truth universally acknowledged” that reds and pinks just didn’t go together. For confirmation of that admonition, just ask my #4. (Ha!) It really was a thing.

I didn’t agree then and I am even less convinced all this time later. That’s why it felt like a no-brainer to join up the pastelly pale violet, the darker salmon-y pink, and the deep, deep crimson blooms as I freshened up the small flower arrangements around the house today. I love the pops of contrast within the same color family, the way they play off each other for both shade and shape, and how the “survivors” from the bouquets I bought 2 weeks ago are still hanging on and being beautiful. Longevity in cut flowers is a trait I greatly prize.

Another prized combination hit my palate last night in the form of freshly baked bread, softened sweet butter, and a generous dollop of blueberry jam. The bread was a gift from a precious new neighbor who chose to share the gift of her friendship in the deliciousness of a loaf still warm from her oven…along with the tantalizing promise of more bread experiments to come in future days.

The combination of her friendship and her desire to share her baking skills are a pleasure to savor, as well. I love it when God arranges for so many variations of delight and beauty all in one day!

Father God, thank you for the beautiful gifts of color, texture, taste, and friendship. Help us to be enthusiastic partakers of the delights You share with regularity and eager sharers of the grace we find as beloved children of the God who created us for His good pleasure…in so many beautiful combinations. Amen.

“You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.”

1 Kings 3: 9-10 (ESV)

Grace and Peace!

Inside matters

I took yesterday off to have lunch with a friend. We enjoyed our lunch, visited a gallery showcasing the work of local artists, and then, we caught up…on the last few decades. (No joke.) It was wonderful: no pressure, easy laughter, remembering good things and hard ones, too. Each of us took the opportunity to share who we’ve become and part of how we got here.

What we discovered (again) is that everything is not always as it seems. The funny part is that, all these years later, she is exactly who I always thought she was back then. She is smart and funny, apparently knows everybody in town, cares deeply about her community, and still loves the same man she dated back in high school.

Our conversation was open and wide-ranging…and absolutely filled with the knowledge of how good God has been to both of us. The years apart didn’t make a difference, but the God we both serve has made all the difference in the world–for both of us.

I’ve been thinking about that today as I’ve worked on a gift bag for a friend. As much fun as I’ve had playing with paint and pencils,–and I have had a ball–the packaging doesn’t matter nearly as much as what’s inside.

The same is true of our hearts. What–and WHO–is inside of yours?

“And let the peace that comes from Christ rule in your hearts. For as members of one body you are called to live in peace. And always be thankful.”

Colossians 3: 15

Grace and Peace!

Seasonal

I grew up in the Deep South. Sunshine was/is our prevailing weather icon. Well, sunshine with an occasional tornado, the odd hail storm, and warm rain that soaks in deep to hold against days of more hot sunshine. Our winter seasons were more calendar-oriented than anything else and that typically meant the rain was colder while the days were shorter. Every once in a blue moon or so, it would get cold enough to freeze the water in the ditches…and tease us with the “idea” of snow that was gone quicker than it took to cover our yards like a deep and heavy frost.

My mama laughs about sending pictures of our “big snow” in Mississippi to my brother as he went through a winter bootcamp…at the Navy’s Great Lakes Training Center north of Chicago, Illinois. 😂🤣 Talk about entertaining the troops!

I mention this today because I’m still living in the South, but this new place seems to have more than just 3 seasons. They apparently have an actual winter up here! We’ve already been surprised by that and we’ve been told to expect more of it really soon. I’m not a fan of being cold. That didn’t deter God from sending me here…not one bit. Like everything else, I believe He’s done this on purpose.

Looking at the weather forecast for next week, I was reminded about when God shared a long, long “winter” with me. It was more than just a word-focus. It was a soul-deep experience and it lasted far longer than I thought I could bear. I didn’t like it. Not one bit. That didn’t matter. Not one bit.

God had a purpose. He always does. Sometimes, He decides to share that purpose with us. Other times, He just stays quiet. Either way, He never leaves. He can’t. He loves us too much to leave us.

It’s easy to get excited about new plans and new experiences in the infancy of a brand new year. For most of us, that’s our normal and we take comfort in navigating new trails.

For others, reminders that long winters of the soul will eventually pass and we’ll find that we weren’t as alone as we felt–because God loves us too much to leave–well, we need to hear that. We need to find listening ears and open hearts even or especially when we don’t feel like talking. Those can be hard to ask for, so… keep an eye peeled toward the season of those you love. Be ready to grab a hand or a cup of something to warm both body and soul. Share some silence and the occasional word of encouragement so they know you’re an open door if they need one.

You can’t “fix” it, but someone around you may need to be reminded that they are not alone, that God is still with them–and FOR them, that YOU are still with them–and FOR them,…and that winters of the soul are still only a season.

“Father God, be with us in our winters of the soul as well as our winters of the seasons. Keep us safely in Your watchcare and give us renewed light and hope during these shortened days. Use our times with You to strengthen us in body, soul, and spirit. Help us find ways to share You with those around us using compassion and creativity. Make Your Presence known to us in ways that catch us with surprise and unexpected joy even as they remind us of Your great love for us. Amen.”

Grace and Peace!

Tandem

“Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.”

Romans 8:26

I’m so glad God decided to share Romans 8:26 with us! Some things are just hard to pray for specifically. I’m pretty detail-oriented and I like it when I can pray that way! Of course I know God doesn’t always let me in on those details just so I can’t take credit (or blame!) for the outcome when He answers. While it may be hard to know exactly what is needed, I know WHO is needed…and that has to be enough.

I had a friend on my mind last week, but I wasn’t exactly sure what to pray for, so I just prayed and painted something that reminded me of her. I know God doesn’t need my words, but He does desire my intentional participation in doing what He’s called me to do.

As we enter this new week, I want to remind us all that we have the privilege of working in tandem with God. When we follow Scripture and still don’t know what to do or say, He’s already made provision for us. Rest in that even if your prayers don’t come out as words at all.

Grace and Peace!

Connected

“He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together.”

Colossians 1:17

When I was much younger, I sometimes failed to make connections quickly because I was more accustomed to going my own way. As a strong and stubborn natural introvert raised to think independently, at times I took that line of thought further, perhaps, than I should have. In many ways I was, as John Muir spoke, “on the world, not in it.” Oh, I interacted–and fairly well. There was no other choice, but a great deal of my world played out in the pages of books and in the plans I made and kept to myself.

I have needed God to teach me many things, but none so much as the gift of being connected. Blessed by a large and loving family I knew I could count on, it took me awhile to go looking for community in a deliberate way. Because He is gracious and knows all things, God sent me people as gifts, spreading them out lavishly through the years and surprising me in their abundance.

As I look toward the changes He is bringing to me now, I have never been more grateful for His gift of connectedness to friends near and far, whose presence in my life feels a tangible thing even when time and circumstances have kept us from actually touching. I am grateful for these friends whose voices of prayer, instruction, encouragement, and laughter ring in my head and heart.

Yes, changes are on the way. There are new connections to be made…and God will still be in charge of holding us all together.

Grace and Peace!

Thankful Thursday

“It is a good thing to be rich, and to be strong, but it is a better thing to be beloved of many friends.”

Euripides

For those who know the way to my heart, who have joined together in search of God and the exploration of the Word, laughed both with and AT me, become part of my heart family, and given the precious gifts of time and friendship…

…my gratitude to God knows no bounds.

Grace and Peace!

Changed or…

I’ve recently had quite a few conversations about how life has changed for so many around me. Some of the changes discussed have been beneficial, but–by far!–these conversations have been centered around circumstances that don’t feel that way at all.

As I reviewed one of those conversations in my head this morning and prayed for those involved, I received a text sharing that another change was happening in the life of a mutual friend. My response was something along the lines of, “I can’t even think about that right now or I will cry.” And I didn’t. Think about it, that is…for almost 2 whole seconds. I still haven’t cried yet. Even though the news makes me sad, I can see so much good coming from this change that, once again, I can only pray and ask God for the good ahead to outweigh the hardships of making it happen.

I continued to think about all of this as I walked in the sunshine to the mailbox and returned with news of more change. I thought about that (and my friends) as I pulled flowering yellow weeds and photographically admired the newly blooming daffodils. They were part of what I received in the “happy box” from my Secret Santa this December. As I rounded the corner of the house I couldn’t help but notice the wildly blooming yellow fireball of forsythia and I wondered how it was that I could be so excited to see it and the gorgeous yellow daffodils and yet so dismayed at the perfectly beautiful yellow blooms of the weeds I was grabbing by the handful to eliminate from the flower beds.

Perfectly pretty yellow-blooming WEED!!!

Look at them! ALL THREE plants are sporting the same ridiculously cheery yellow bloom color and I’ve “decided” that two of them are acceptable and one of them isn’t.

We ALL do the same thing about change in general, you know. We DECIDE whether or not something is good or bad based on whether or not it was within our control or–more often–if it was something that we wanted to happen…even though it may actually have or bring about both good and difficult consequences.

Forsythia
Daffodils from my amazing #9!

Thinking about CHANGE brought the following scripture to mind: “Listen very carefully, I tell you a mystery [a secret truth decreed by God and previously hidden, but now revealed]; we will not all sleep [in death], but we will all be [completely] changed [wondrously transformed], in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at [the sound of] the last trumpet call. For a trumpet will sound, and the dead [who believed in Christ] will be raised imperishable, and we will be [completely] changed [wondrously transformed].” 1 Corinthians 15:51-52

I chose the Amplified version to post here because it really makes the point that crossed my mind: we can choose to be upset about our situations being CHANGED or we can choose to look forward to them being WONDEROUSLY TRANSFORMED! These verses are exactly what the season of Lent is all about and I love that! Because of the most horrible change ever–the death of Christ on the cross–our ultimate circumstances have the opportunity to be wonderously transformed!

I’ve been around long enough to know that God often uses CHANGE in our lives to move us onward toward the blessings He has prepared for us in the future. Given our own choices, many times we would stay put–and miss out on the blessings ahead of us rather than go through the difficulties that are temporary.

Are you focusing on CHANGE lately?

Would you be willing to consider the possibility that God is orchestrating your changes to bring you ever closer to those “plans for our good” that Scripture mentions?

May this season of Lent hlep us to adjust our perspective toward the changes around us and be WONDEROUSLY TRANSFORMED by Him in the process.

Grace and Peace!

NCN2021–Day 23

“Make new friends, but keep the old! One is silver and the other, gold!”

~Joseph Parry, poem (adapted and adopted as part of a Scouting song for use in the friendship circles)

It’s important to become a person of influence–and use your influence for God and for good! There’s so much more to life than being a recipient of someone’s time, energy, and blessing. We’re called to pass those gifts along and help others do the same!

Send a thank you note to someone who has influenced YOU for good and let them know you appreciate them. Share the spirit of Thanksgiving in tangible ways this year–and give them something they can hold and look back on as encouragement to keep on keeping on through the upcoming year. Who knows what your appreciation will inspire them to do next?!

Grace and Peace–and NO Complaints!

Standing on the promises…Still.

“He reached down from on high and took hold of me; he drew me out of deep waters….He brought me out into a spacious place; he rescued me because he delighted in me.” 2 Samuel 22:17, 20 (NIV)

I delivered this painting to a friend yesterday. It was both a relief and a release to hand it over to her. She teared up…and named the bird “Sam” even before she took him home to roost somewhere in her house. She says he’s her favorite kind of bird and she seemed genuinely excited to get him. That’s a pretty satisfying response for an artist of any kind.

When we had lunch two weeks ago, I knew I was going to paint “Sam” even before our lunch date was over. As much as I had needed this time with my friend, I now desperately needed to get home and start painting. Part prayer, part testimony, part reminder of who God says He is and what we so often need from Him. I needed to paint this rough and wild looking bird looking back out over the deep waters. She needed to see it. We both needed this crazy-looking bird.

As a creative, you’re never really sure when and where the next inspiration will appear, but it’s a sure bet that surrounding yourself with people who inspire you is a fine place to start. My friend Kelley is a constant blessing even though our contact is more sporadic than the depth of our connection would indicate on the surface. She is a championship-level encourager to every person she knows and, because of that, she has always been a blessing and a LOT of fun to have as a friend. We are connected by God and history, but since we don’t live in the same place, we usually just see each other for our annual lunch date in a nearby town where neither of us lives. Although we most often keep in touch through public social media and the occasional text or call for prayer, we have that blessing of being able to instantly reconnect and share all kinds of personal news…and then we shop—something I rarely do even by myself. Kelley is probably my only “semi-regular” (once a year! Ha!) shopping friend just because she is so much fun to be with that I manage to overlook the fact that I am actually out and in a store without a list or agenda.

While we worked our way through delicious crepes, we caught up and shared many things, including some of the heaviest of losses of the past year and how we are/aren’t yet through dealing with them. We stopped to pray for each other several times as we worked our way through the particularly rough spots. I tell you that is the very best way to share and catch up with a friend. You should try it.

During our shopping time afterward, I noticed that we were both being drawn to birds. Neither of us bought a single one, but we both stopped to admire, comment on, or reached to touch most of the bird-items we saw that day. As the idea for this painting popped into my head, I instantly knew it was necessary for me to paint it for her. Before the basecoat had even dried, I remembered the verse that this painting would represent. It was a confirmation even before I had done more than start to prep the canvas. 2 Samuel 22:17 (NIV) says, “He reached down from on high and took hold of me; he drew me out of deep waters.” That’s the verse I wanted to put on canvas for my friend…and for myself.

If you look closely, you might notice that this bird looks a little rough around the edges–as though it’s been through a storm. The feathers are ruffled and slightly out of place. “Sam” has not had a smooth and easy adventure or a time of resting on the beach vacation-day. This bird has been through the wringer, survived, and been rescued to try again.

As I painted and prayed my way through this one, I also read further into Chapter 22. In it, as I usually do, I found comfort in the reading of God’s Word and a reminder I thought you might need as much as my friend and I do. Verse 20 says, in part, “…he rescued me because he delighted in me.”

Did you see that? Read it again. Don’t miss it! God cannot be less than the Rescuer He is or love us less than He has promised. These words say that He rescues us from the hard places of life because He delights in us. HE DELIGHTS IN US—even when we find ourselves in deep and difficult places we can’t rescue or return from on our own. By its very definition a rescue is necessary when we cannot make our own way out of whatever trouble we’re experiencing. It is then that we need to know that God delights in us more than at any other time, because it is THEN that we feel it the least. That knowledge is power. It is strength. It can give us the ability to hold on until the rescue is completed.

 I don’t know of anyone who has managed to get through life without losing something or someone. The last several years have been particularly brutal in this regard for most of the people I know. Most of us lost more than just one thing and more than just one someone. Loss and grief take their time in healing and if you’re already over yours, then I will stop and praise God with you for that right now. As for me, quite honestly, I’m not there yet and there are days when I wonder if it will ever happen.

I needed to do this painting in order to read this promise of God’s faithfulness again and be reminded of it. Maybe, I needed to write this post so YOU could read this again and know it, too. For sure and for certain, I needed to share it. May the God of all Hope be visible to you in your places of pain and hardship. May you look for Him and call on Him when—and even before!—you “need” Him. He delights in us. Let’s choose to delight in Him, as well, as we await the day of our rescue and find the strength to trust Him for the rescue of those we love, as well.

Grace and Peace—from God, Kelley, me…and “Sam”