I saw her pass by as I sat at my computer.  She was moving at her usual pace, a familiar figure making her way through the neighborhood on her daily walk.  It was then that it hit me; I am a fair weather walker.  I know this because I am watching her walk from inside my home when normally I would be out there walking at this time.  But today is rainy, windy and cold; not optimal conditions in my view.  I may think of myself as a walker, but now I have to face the facts – I walk only if the conditions are right.  I am a fair weather walker.

My friend made me realize this about myself because she is NOT a fair weather walker; she is a walker for all weathers just as she is a friend for all seasons.  (she would make a great mail carrier, seeing as how that’s their motto and all, neither rain nor snow nor ??? shall keep me from my appointed rounds)

We have all had them – fair weather friends (not to be confused with our feathered friends)  And much to our shame we have probably all been those kind of friends at one time or another in our lives as well.  There is certainly no shortage of fair weather sports fans out there, just ask the Colts or the Cubs, or any sports team for that matter.  Their fans seem to disappear when they are losing games, only to mysteriously reappear when they are winning again.

During the down times, the losing seasons –  the true fans, the faithful fans are revealed.  It is that way with friendship too.  In the tough times our fair weather friends are no where to be found, while our faithful friends walk with us closer than ever, sometimes even carrying us.  Proverbs 17:17 says it best, “A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.”

Jesus experienced the fair weather friend phenomenon during His time here on earth. Jesus had plenty of friends. Large crowds followed Him wherever He went, as long as He was healing the sick, raising the dead and feeding the five-thousand. But the cries of the crowd turned from hosanna to “crucify Him” in an instant. Even the disciples of Jesus scattered when Jesus was arrested.  Peter famously denied that he knew Jesus three times.  The faithful followers of Jesus had all become fair weather friends.  The climate had changed and they no longer walked with Jesus. Indeed they deserted Him and denied their friendship with Him.

Fortunately for me and for you, dear readers, God doesn’t desert us when we go through tough times.  “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.”  (Psalm 23:4)

“Be strong and courageous.  Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; He will never leave you nor forsake you.” (Deuteronomy 31:6)

Yes, God is not a fair weather kind of Heavenly Father.  Quite the opposite is true! He sticks by me even when I turn away from Him.  “If we are faithless, He will remain faithful, for He cannot disown Himself.”  (2 Timothy 2:13)

“Know therefore that the Lord your God is God; He is the faithful God, keeping His covenant of love to a thousand generations of those who love Him and keep His commands.”  (Deuteronomy 7:9)

I may be a fair weather walker but my Heavenly Father is not a fair weather kind of a father at all.  He is with me through every season, every storm, every hurdle and every heartache.

“And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.”  (Matthew 28:20)

sincerely,                  Grace Day

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What do my archenemy, technology, and my favorite friend, fashion, have in common?  “Nothing!”,  would be my immediate answer to this question.  But then I got to thinking,  . . .  they are actually a lot alike.  Perish the thought, but it is all too true.  Both continually change.  Fashion claims this is necessary due to the changing of the seasons and the changing of the “new trends” it continually creates.  (hem lines go up and down, straight legs, bell bottoms, poofy sleeves, no sleeves, high collar, no collar, low waist, empire waist, full skirt, straight skirt, wide lapel, narrow lapel; the list is endless, ongoing and everchanging)

Technology calls its’ changes “updates”.  These updates continually outdate any and all devices such as phones, computers etc. that I might currently own and know how to operate.  I constantly receive alerts that my devices need updating or something very bad will happen.  What this “very bad thing” is, the alert does not make clear.  It is just vaguely threatening enough to cause me concern without clearly delineating what will happen if . . .  if what?  My devices are so old they can’t even be updated!  And technology continues to bully me.  (doesn’t technology know that bullying is against the law now?)

But then I realized that fashion bullies me too.  How?  My friend fashion makes me feel outdated if I’m not wearing her latest designs.  She is never satisfied with my “current look”  but always insists I need to buy more to keep up with her and those around me.  Technology does this same thing, always telling me I need to upgrade to devices that do more, so I won’t be left behind.

Both technology and fashion have me running a race I don’t want to run just to keep up with them.  They will not let me rest.  They constantly remind me that I am not current with my clothes or with my electronic devices.  Neither last longer than it takes to purchase them and get them home.

Technology and fashion are both sneaky.  They get me to compare what I have to what others have, because they know this will make me want to buy more clothes and more electronics.  They know I will want to buy what my friends already have.  They know that my culture tells me that my identity is in what I have and in how I dress.  But I do not believe their lies because I have been told the truth, God’s truth.

My identity is in who I belong to and I belong to my Heavenly Father.  I am a child of God.  God gives me what I need and God never changes (like technology and fashion do)  “Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.”  (James 1:17)

“Yet to all who received Him, to those who believed in His name, He gave the right to become children of God – ”   (John 1:12)

Well, my archenemy and my favorite friend will continue to change it up on me at every possible opportunity.  But I have an unchanging advocate in Jesus.  He is my Rock, my firm foundation.  And I am thankful for that.

“Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.”  (Hebrews 13:8)

“He alone is my rock and my salvation; He is my fortress, I will never be shaken.”  (Psalm 62:2)

sincerely,        Grace Day

 

 

 

I heard it again today, as I have so many times before; someone giving voice to this belief so pervasive, that I hear it almost daily; “if God does exist, then He is most certainly silent, mysterious, impersonal and unknowable.”  While this has not been my experience personally, this way of thinking about God seems pretty prevalent right now and actually has been the way many people have perceived God almost from the beginning of time.  This surprises me because of all the evidence to the contrary. The God I know speaks continuously, is very personal and desires that those He has created come to know Him.  Can you believe that? (apparently most people don’t)  God wants us to know Him and He has gone to great lengths throughout human history to accomplish just that end.  God has been speaking, perhaps we have not been listening?

God is not a silent God.  He spoke the universe into existence (“And God said, ‘Let there be light,’ . . . And God said, . . . And God said, . . . Then God said, ‘Let us make man in our image, in our likeness’ . . .” (Genesis 1:3-26)) and God has been speaking into the lives of humankind ever since.  God spoke with Adam and Eve in the garden, He told Noah to build an ark and told him exactly how He wanted it done.  God spoke to Abraham, calling him to move to a new, promised land and to become the father of many descendants.  God spoke to Moses from the burning bush and on many other occasions as Moses led God’s people through the desert to their promised land.

God spoke to His prophet, Samuel, calling him by name as he lay on his bed in the temple.  God spoke to Joshua, He spoke to Gideon; God spoke to His judges and to His prophets such as Isaiah, Jeremiah, Daniel, Jonah and so many more, throughout the history of the Old Testament.  God gave His law to Moses at Mt. Sinai in written form.  And indeed, the books of the Bible were then and are now, the written record of God’s words to us, the people He created in His own image. The bible is a record of God’s participation in the daily lives of our ancestors.  It is a record of God’s participation in human history and it is a reminder of God’s ever-present participation in our daily lives even now.

God has not been silent.  Through both His spoken and His written word, God has made Himself known and continues to make Himself known today.  Even creation has from the beginning spoken loudly and continuously of the Creator.  “The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands.  Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge.  There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.  Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.”  (Psalm 19:1-4)

God is speaking.  Am I listening?  God is speaking to me personally because He is a personal God.  He is the God of all and of each one.  “He who brings out the starry host one by one, and calls them each by name.  Because of His great power and mighty strength, not one of them is missing.”  (Isaiah 40:26)

“Are not two sparrows sold for a penny?  Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father.  And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.  So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.”  (Matthew 10:29-31)

“O Lord, You have searched me and You know me.  You know when I sit and when I rise; You perceive my thoughts from afar.  You discern my going out and my lying down; You are familiar with all my ways.”  (Psalm 139:1-3)

“the Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.”  (Psalm 121:8)   “But He knows the way that I take; . . . ”  (Job 23:10)

These words from the Bible describe God as knowing me better than I know myself.  And indeed He does!  Psalm 139, verses 4 & 5 says, “Before a word is on my tongue You know it completely, O Lord.  You hem me in – behind and before; You have laid Your hand upon me.”

It couldn’t get any more personal than that!  The God of creation didn’t just bring us into being and then remove His presence from us forever.  Just the opposite is true!  It is God’s life-giving, all sustaining presence that fills all of His creation and sustains it.  “for You created all things, and by Your will they were created and have their being.”  (Revelation 4:11b)

“He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together.”  (Colossians 1:17)  This is an infinitely personal God.  So much so that in His word to us, He says we can call Him our Heavenly Father when we pray to Him.  God cares for all He has created. He knows when each sparrow falls. He calls every star by name.  God calls me by name as well and He knows my every thought.

“The Lord is good to all; He has compassion on all He has made.”  (Psalm 145:9)  I experience His goodness and His mercy every day along with His promise that He will never leave me nor forsake me.  God designed you and me to desire a personal relationship with Him because He is a personal God.

Because God desires us to know Him, He reveals Himself to us.  He is not unknowable as some would say.  In Jeremiah 33:3 He tells us, “Call to Me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.”  God also tells us in Jeremiah 29:13-14, ” ‘You will seek Me and find Me when you seek Me with all your heart.  I will be found by you,’ declares the Lord, . . . “.

“I sought the Lord, and He answered me; He delivered me from all my fears.”  (Psalm 34:4)  Peter tells us in 1Peter 5:7, “Cast all your anxiety on Him (God) because He cares for you.”   God knows us and wants us to know Him.

So much so that, “The Word became flesh and made His dwelling among us.”  Who was this Word?  “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.  He was with God in the beginning.  Through Him all things were made; without Him nothing was made that has been made.  In Him was life, and that life was the light of men.  The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it.”  (John 1:14, 1-5)

Jesus had come to earth.  “The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and they will call Him Immanuel – which means ‘God with us.’ ”  (Matthew 1:23)

The God who had been speaking to His people for centuries, now took on human form and came to live with us here on earth for a time.  That’s how determined God was to reveal Himself to us so that we could know Him personally.  The ultimate revelation of Himself to mankind, He walked in our shoes so to speak and then died in our place so that we could be reconciled to Him for eternity.  Our sin had separated us from our Creator, but Jesus’s death and resurrection now made reconciliation with God possible for anyone who would believe and accept Jesus’s sacrifice on our behalf.

Furthermore, God so desires a relationship with each one of us, that He makes available His Holy Spirit to live in each of us who would believe in Jesus and accept this gift of God.  “Now it is God who makes both us and you stand firm in Christ.  He anointed us, set His seal of ownership on us, and put His Spirit in our hearts as a deposit, guaranteeing what is to come.”  (2 Corinthians 1:21-22)  This is as personal as it can get.  ” . . . Christ in you, the hope of glory.”  (Colossians 1:27)

Jan Van Ruysbroeck, a 14th century Augustinian said that, “God is immeasurable and incomprehensible, unattainable and unfathomable.”  Because God is infinite and immortal in His being, He certainly can’t be measured or completely comprehended by me (or by anyone else) from our position as finite, mortal human beings.  We can never fathom all the facets of God’s being or attain to the knowledge of all that He is or of all that He has done.

But Romans 1:20 tells us, “For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities – His eternal power and divine nature – have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse.”

God is not silent.  He speaks through His creation, through His Word, through His Holy Spirit, through His Living word who walked among us for a while.  God is personal.  He knows everything about each one of us and calls us each by name.   God wants us to know Him.  God revealed Himself to us yet again when Jesus died on the cross, showing us His love and making a way for us to know God and be in relationship with Him for eternity through His resurrection.

“Yet to all who received Him, to those who believed in His name, He gave the right to become children of God – ”  (John 1:12)

“For now we see through a glass darkly; but then face to face: now we know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.”  (1 Corinthians 13:12)

sincerely,           Grace Day

 

 

 

 

if Mondays are the morning of the week, then are morning people also Monday people by definition?  it makes sense, doesn’t it?  there are fifty-two Mondays in a year, a lot of time for Monday people to do their thing, to stand out, to make their mark, to get things done while the rest of the world wakes up or waits – waits for what? for Tuesday? (or does everyone else just start the week waiting for Friday?)

so . . .  Monday morning people must be the rarest of all people groups, getting more done on a Monday morning than the rest of us do in a week.  MM people like beginnings, whether it’s the beginning of a new day or the beginning of a new week.  each and every Monday morning provides these individuals with both of these beginnings simultaneously.  Does it get any better?

Somehow Mondays have gotten a bad reputation in our culture, one that is possibly undeserved – just ask a true Monday morning person (if you can find one that is)  let’s give Mondays a little more respect – we don’t want to discard fully one-seventh of our year, now do we?

” . . .  for His mercies never fail.  They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness.”  (Lamentations 3:22-23)

“Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.”  (Psalm 90:12)

sincerely,         Grace Day

 

 

 

 

 

If this is the road You have chosen for me,  then let me walk it joyfully —

other roads look fairer by far, but they don’t lead to where You are.

this is Your road,  You have chosen my way, You walk it with me day by day.

this is not the road that I would choose, to travel here I must learn to lose–

my grip on things I would hold dear; to make this journey, let go of fear

to follow this road You have chosen for me, You alone secure my destiny.

though I can’t see the road when darkness grows, it’s Your hand that guides me til daylight shows

my path again, the road You chose; so full of sorrows, full of woes– still-

if this is the road You have chosen for me,  I will walk it gladly with no complaint-

You give strength to the weary, I will walk and not faint.

if this be my road, then let me rejoice; let me listen always to hear Your voice-

this road is full of twists and turns,  I have to trust, I can’t discern-

but at its end Your face I’ll see, because this is the road You chose for me.

“There is a way that seems right to a man, but in the end it leads to death.”  (Proverbs 14:12)

“in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight.”  (Proverbs 3:6)

” . . . For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it.  But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.”  (Matthew 7:13-14)

sincerely,        Grace Day

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I stood in the darkened auditorium, surrounded by the overwhelmingly loud, pulsing, praise music filling every inch of the large space from floor to ceiling, from wall to wall.  The worshipers who filled every seat were as much in motion as the worshipers on the stage, leading the rest of us.  Raised hands were clapping, feet were stomping.  Shouts of praise echoed throughout the room.  With voices and instruments at full volume, there was no mistaking the enthusiasm or devotion of those gathered for worship.

I thought back to a Sunday not so long ago when I sat in a sanctuary full of light streaming in from the stained glass windows.   There was a hushed quiet despite the large number of people already filling the pews.  Some solemn notes sounded from the organ as on cue, the choir, fully robed, filed silently into their place at the front of the church.  We stood as an invocation was given, then sang a hymn, one worshipers had sung centuries before, handed down over the generations.  Our voices rose, blending in the space surrounding us, with the organ as a back drop.

I remembered what it was to be surrounded by Zambian worshipers.  Their voices rising up in praise, no instruments, just the harmonies rising and falling as the group would echo the notes and words of the leader.  Back and forth, back and forth it would go, building in intensity from it’s quiet beginning to a full voiced chorus at the end.

I thought of the reverent flow of a Catholic mass, solemn recitations of words of worship, words of acknowledgement of who God is, of the honor and the glory that are due Him.  Here we worship by kneeling, by bowing heads and by standing silently still as we listen to the priest and then recite words both familiar and full of faith, words that have remained unchanged over the centuries.  (God does not change nor does His word)

I found myself wondering, does God have a preferred way for us to worship Him? Hebrews 13:15 says, “Through Jesus, therefore, let us continually offer to God a sacrifice of praise–the fruit of lips that confess His name.”  So our praise, our worship, is a sacrifice that God desires from us but this doesn’t say what “form” God prefers that our worship take.

Cain and Able both offered sacrifices to God as part of their worship of Him.  God accepted Abel’s offering but He did not accept Cain’s.  What was the difference?  Is God judging our worship of Him?  Does He accept some forms of our worship but not others?  How can we know?

Does God prefer the organ to the electric guitar?  Does He prefer kneeling or jumping up and down?  Does He prefer heads bowed or hands clapping?  Which best demonstrates our love for Him?  Is the volume at which we sing the true measure of our devotion to Him?  Or do we show how much we esteem God by our reverent, solemn silence?  Are Handel’s hallelujah’s any holier than a contemporary chorus?

Isaiah 29:13 gave me an answer to these questions.  “These people come near to Me with their mouth and honor Me with their lips, but their hearts are far from Me.  Their worship of Me is made up only of rules taught by men.”  There’s the answer.  God isn’t concerned with the outward form our worship takes, He’s looking at our hearts!  And God is the only one who is able to do that.

” . . . The Lord does not look at the things man looks at.  Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.”  (1 Samuel 16:7)  That’s why God accepted Abel’s offering but not Cain’s.  Outwardly all appeared to be in order, but God knew their hearts.  One was right before Him, one wasn’t.  God is a God who judges justly and He is never fooled.

God’s concern is with the posture of my heart, not the posture of my body. Whether I am standing or kneeling is not what God is taking note of.  God is looking at my heart as I worship.  Whether He accepts my sacrifice of praise or not doesn’t depend on how loud I sing or how reverent I appear to be, it all depends on the rightness of my heart in regard to Him, whether my heart is “far from Him” or not.

Joel 2:13 tells me to “Rend your (my) heart and not your (my) garments.”  It’s all about the inside, the unseen; about what is unseen to those worshiping around me and with me, but not unseen to God.  He is my audience of One.  I must not compare myself to those worshiping around me, thinking I need to clap louder, jump higher, shout more Amen’s or bow lower to get God’s attention or to prove that I am truly worshiping to those around me.  God knows my heart.  So whether I am genuflecting or jumping, God is looking at my heart.

We tend to judge ways of worshiping that are different from our own.  Some say of the quieter, more prescribed rituals of worship, that worship becomes no more than rote repetition of words mindlessly recited without thought or feeling.  They make the assumption that people are just going through the motions of worship without truly worshiping.  Equally discounted, some say true worship is lost in the loudness of the music accompanied by the jumping, shouting, clapping of those worshiping.   This latter form of worship is accused of lacking reverence while the former form is accused of lacking feeling and fervency.

My own heart rends when I realize that I have too often been “that worshiper”  in Isaiah 29:13, physically present, going through the motions along with those surrounding me, but my mind was elsewhere and my heart was not fully present. My heart was not right before my Heavenly Father and my heart was not seeking Him nor praising Him in those moments of cooperate worship.  My body was present but my heart was elsewhere.  And this when I had come to worship the Lord on the Lord’s day?  Could I not even spend these few moments fully entered into His presence?  Could I not spend this time with Him, fully focused on Him?

And here is the real revelation.  Looking back, I have been the Isaiah 29:13 worshiper while on my knees reciting repeated phrases and while clapping, shouting, singing as lights flash and music echoes off the walls.  The worship setting doesn’t matter, but the state of my heart does, and the state of my heart can be equally “far” in any worship setting.  The attitude of my heart matters to God.  My heart is what He sees. (a reminder to me to never, ever judge the worship of those around me because God knows their hearts, I don’t)  I can “fake it” with others but never with my Heavenly Father.  My desire is that my “sacrifice of praise” be found acceptable in His sight.

I think God must delight in the diversity of ways of worship just as He delights in the diversity with which He created each one of us to begin with.  From the rhythms of the drum beats praising Him across Africa to the silently graceful sign of the cross made by worshipers as they enter into His presence, God welcomes and receives all the praises of His people.  Indeed, God inhabits the praises of His people.  (Psalm 22:3)

All the ways of worship have their own inherent beauty and purpose.  Sometimes I feel like shouting His praises.  Other times I am so humbled by His presence that I long to lie prostrate before Him, knowing no words will ever come close to what God deserves and what I would desire to express to Him.

The form my worship takes is not the deciding factor in whether my worship will be found an acceptable sacrifice to my Heavenly Father or not.  It is the form my heart takes, (yielded, repentant, rended and ready to glorify Him) that will determine the acceptability of my worship before God.

So I will, “Enter His gates with thanksgiving and His courts with praise, give thanks to Him and praise His name.”  (Psalm 100:4)

and I will “Sing and make music in your (my) heart to the Lord,”  (Ephesians 5:19)

sincerely,       Grace Day

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart.”  (Psalm 37:4)

Lord, as I come to You asking for the desires of my heart, (what I want) change my heart to desire what is Your will for me (what You want for me, what You know I need)

for Your will is always better than what I could desire for myself; “Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.  Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is–His good, pleasing and perfect will.”  (Romans 12:2)

I desire the easy, the safe, the secure, the predictable, the comfortable, the painfree course where I am in control; but that kind of life doesn’t require me to trust You, nor to seek You, nor to depend on You instead of me, it doesn’t lead me to You but only to myself.  It doesn’t require me to walk by faith.

You said, “Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance.”  (James 1:2-3)

I don’t need to be afraid of the trials, Lord, You will be with me.  You were with Daniel in the lion’s den.  You were with David when he faced Goliath.  You were with Rahab when Jericho fell.  You were with Noah in the flood and You will be with me as well.

“Be strong and courageous.  Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; He will never leave you nor forsake you.”  (Deuteronomy 31:6)

Change my heart Lord and then grant me the desires of my heart in accordance with Your will, Your good and pleasing and perfect will.

for You alone, Lord God, have all wisdom, knowledge and understanding

“By wisdom the Lord laid the earth’s foundations, by understanding He set the heavens in place; by His knowledge the deeps were divided, and the clouds let drop the dew.”  (Proverbs 3:19)

sincerely,      Grace Day

I knew them both in their younger years, though my memories are those of a child because I was a child then.  Still, there are clear pictures in my mind of a house with colorful gardens guarded by a high stone wall.  A huge, red brick barn, both impressive and mysterious, sat next to the house.  The barn should have been incongruous with its’ surroundings, yet it seemed to belong to the house and so blended in so naturally that no one paid it any extra attention that I can remember.  Both had seen better days, it was true.  They seemed to have aged together, the house and its’ occupant.  Because this was so, it was hard to say which was the worse for the wear, who most in need of repair, the house or its’ occupant?

They had aged together, imperceptibly at first, but then seeming to accelerate with the passing of the years.  Still, it seemed a surprise to behold them now.  Each was different from what they had been, yet each retained that essential essence that was their uniqueness in this world of carbon copies.  Today the gardens are overgrown and the wall, not so high after all, is falling down in some places, unable to do its’ job as well as it once did, yet still standing firm, surrounding and protecting all that lies within from all that lies outside of its’ stony barrier.  The barn, though suffering the effects of years of weather, still retains its’ mystery and its’ link with the past; a legacy of stories both rumor and reality, regarding its’ past uses and inhabitants.  (Dan Patch, the famous race horse, is said to have stayed in this very barn on the way from somewhere to somewhere?)  The occupant of the house, though slower of step, is still quick with her wit, wisdom and warmth. Unlike her outward appearance, her spirit is unchanged by time except to have grown more fully into those intangible qualities that make her both precious and unique.

And so each was in need of a healing touch to restore what the years had quietly stolen away while neither one was watching, each busy with the business of living each present day.  They had arrived at this place together and were comfortable with each other, neither noticing the deficiencies of the other and both willing to overlook those shortcomings they were aware of.  She could no longer care for the house, but the house still cared for her, giving her safety and shelter as best it could.

They are what I know, this house and its’ occupant, and I will miss them when they are gone.  Of course, the house could be restored, but never to what I remember it to have been.  A restoration to something new, someone else’s vision of what could be will one day take place and transform this house into something new, not restore it to what it was.  Its’ occupant, however, will not be restored here on earth, but only in heaven when she receives her new and glorious body, promised to each one of us who belong to Jesus.  She will be more than restored, she will be transformed for eternity.  This is my great comfort.  You see, I care not so much for the house, but for my mother.  It gives me wonderful peace to know that she will have no more pain.

So for now, they keep each other company, content and comfortable, one with the other, companions of sorts.  Mom knows every creak of every floor board, every plumbing and furnace noise and every creature noise from the squirrels (and/or raccoons) in the attic to the bees that live in the upstairs corner bedroom from time to time. (they are seasonal)

To me this place is home, because it is where my mom is and has been for so long. The smell of wet leaves in the fall, the bluebells at the kitchen door in the spring, welcomed me home in their season. Wood smoke from the fireplace, the pine and the sycamore, along with the peonies and iris and the barn’s cool, damp, musty smell, a smell full of dark mystery, all blend together in my mind’s eye.  The house and the barn will always be unique in all the world, as is my mom.

Is home a place or a person?  for me it was both for awhile, the house and my mom, they were one and the same.  But ultimately, home is a person.  Home is where Mom is.  Jesus said, “In my Father’s house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you.  I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with Me that you also may be where I am.”  (John 14:2-3)

Where Jesus is — that is home in the truest sense of the word.  And my mom is there now.  My mom is home with Jesus.  I can’t go home anymore on this earth, but I am headed home.  I am headed for heaven and that place Jesus said He is preparing just for me.  Mom liked nothing better than to know that my sisters and I were all headed home, families with us, for a visit.  So hang on Mom, we are all on our way, we are all headed home.  Home is both a place and a person.  Our person, Jesus, is preparing a place for each one of us even now. He said so in His word which also says –

“For this world is not our home; we are looking forward to our everlasting home in heaven.”  (Hebrews 13:14)

some days I am more homesick than others,

sincerely,       Grace Day

hope is not an open door

hope is believing in the possibility that the closed door could open

hope is believing that even if the door never opens, it will be well with my soul; because

God is sovereign and God is good at all times; always and forever

hope is believing that there will be other doors

hope is the certain knowledge that God makes dead things alive

hope is believing — believing is faith — faith is what God desires and requires of me

” . . . the God who gives life to the dead and calls things that are not as though they were.”  (Romans 4:17b)

“And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to Him must believe that He exists and that He rewards those who earnestly seek Him.”  (Hebrews 11:6)

“For we walk by faith, not by sight.”  (2 Corinthians 5:7)  in other words —

“We know these things are true by believing, not by seeing.”  (2 Corinthians 5:7, Modern Language translation)

“What is faith? It is the confident assurance that something we want is going to happen.  It is the certainty that what we hope for is waiting for us, even though we cannot see it up ahead.”  (Hebrews 11:1)

“And Abram believed God; then God considered him righteous on account of his faith.”  (Genesis 15:6)

sincerely,        Grace Day

 

 

today I am wondering what the world would be like if everyone followed the guideline given in these words, “if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all!”   would the world suddenly fall silent for lack of nice (kind) words to say?

would conversation cease?  what about public discourse?  would social media cease to function?

would the silence be deafening?  or soothing?  or golden?  would the silence allow us to hear what we could not hear before?  are there voices discernible only in the silence?  would we learn to listen in the silence?  would we discover words of affirmation, encouragement, empathy, compassion, hope, healing and kindness?   I can’t help but wonder . . .

“Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen.”  (Ephesians 4:29)

“The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit.”  (Proverbs 18:21)

“For by your words you will be acquitted, and by your words you will be condemned.”  (Matthew 12:37)

sincerely,         Grace Day