Sunday, October 8, 2017

Little Girl Dreams

As a little girl, I had a lot of dreams about the future. 

Some of them were pretty silly, but hey!  Little girls get to be silly.

I wanted to be a missionary, a teacher, a  stewardess, a nurse, a mother, a go-go dancer, a ballerina, an actress.  I wanted to be on American Band Stand and I wanted to marry Elvis... and then I wanted to marry Mickey Dolenz of "The Monkees" fame even though everyone else was in love with Davy Jones.

This dates me, but one of the most popular songs and one of my favorites as a small child was Doris Day's

"Que Sera, Sera"

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother
What will I be
Will I be pretty
Will I be rich
Here's what she said to me

Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be

When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart
What lies ahead
Will we have rainbows
Day after day
Here's what my sweetheart said

Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera

Now I have Children of my own
They ask their mother
What will I be
Will I be handsome
Will I be rich
I tell them tenderly

Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be
Que Sera, Sera

If you get to be very old at all, you realize the truth in these lyrics.   The future is not ours to see.   I don't know that any of us would be brave enough to carry on if we could actually see the future.

The lingo now is:  "It is what it is."    I detest when someone uses this phrase, as though a situation can not be changed.  But you can not deny the truth of it.    Sometimes it just is what it is.

But "it" can be changed when you have the audacity to believe that God is working even in the most trying and difficult circumstances.   When you believe that whatever the outcome, God will turn it to your good and His glory.

Though we can not see the future, our futures can be more amazing than we could imagine when we give our future and our plans and our circumstances to God.  When we let Him make the arrangements and do the work in us.

Little girls dream big.   God's dream for us is even bigger and better!

Wednesday, April 5, 2017


I'm done.

Done waiting for something to happen.
Done waiting for life to happen.

Done thinking that I am going to accomplish 'great things' for God.

Done with myself.

I am a member of the body.
Each member has its own function.
My function is to study the Word of God and to share it with others.     

Other people have their own function within the body.
It is theirs.
Mine is not the same as theirs.
Theirs is not the same as mine.

They are all equally important.

If God wants me to share it with one other or with a million others, that's up to Him.

I have been waiting around for something amazing to happen.
Waiting for God to open a door for ministry that would launch me out there.

I read blogs of others wishing I could write like them.

I hear stories of others ministries and wish I had one of my own.

Missionaries send reports and I want to go where they are.

I have been discontent... wanting what others have.

He just wants me to study and learn and share.
It already happened and the memory of it is indelibly printed within.
I have been launched, although I didn't feel the bottle of champagne burst against my hull.

His spirit moves within me.   
And you?


Friday, January 13, 2017

Bad Burger - Lesson Learned

At a local fast food place this evening, the young lady behind the register asked if she could help me and I began telling her my order.

While I was giving her my order, my cashier kept looking at the person next to me who was also placing her order with another cashier.

My young distracted cashier wasn't focused on me or what I was saying. I repeated my order to her at least 3 times all the while wondering if she was high on something.

When my meal was ready, of course it was not right. I returned it twice and on the third remake of my burger, it was still wrong.

I just shook my head and accepted that my fate this evening was to have a pretty bad burger.

It made me appreciate when I do get good service.

My rambling thoughts about this lack of personal attention landed right on my heart later  in the evening.

I attended a meeting tonight where a young lady was teaching about worship. She asked the group "what is worship"? A few people answered in various ways and the speaker gave her definition of worship.

All of the answers were good ones.

My experience at the restaurant hit home. Isn't it funny how God will use the most inane life experiences to grab your attention?

Because my thoughts about "what is worship" were: Giving to God our undivided and undistracted attention, our love, our worries, our pain and emotions, our trust and hopes and obedience in our prayer, our songs of praise, our speech and actions.

He inhabits our praise and worship. There is a flow of love and communication back and forth between the worshiper and the Worshiped.

In Spirit and in Truth.

The result is perfection.

I am thankful that when I talk with God and spend time with Him, He is paying attention to me and focused on our conversation.

Can you imagine presenting your prayer requests to God only to see Him listening to someone else while pretending to listen to you?

Then again, maybe God feels the same frustration when He tries to communicate with us and we don't pay any attention to Him. (which is not a good idea)

I confess, sometimes I am distracted by other things when He is talking to me.

Can we do this over, Lord?

Thank You for the bad burger tonight.

You got my attention.

My entire focus is on You and what You want.

Seek God.. He is not far. Worship Him. Give Him your time and attention. He is always listening and makes sure our prayers are answered perfectly every time.

Ramble on.