This year has been one of changes. Some good. Some bad. Some easy and some really, really, really hard. All part of God's good plan for me and my family.
It has been a year of real dependence on and trust in God. Each day I have to give up my ideas of what should happen, which is not always an easy thing to do. It is harder to plan activities and events in advance. I never know where my attention and energy is going to be needed and I never know how much of God's strength I am going to need until He has already generously and sufficiently given it to me. As I write this, Christmas preparations are beginning. We barely made it through Thanksgiving. But we did make it through and for that I am ever so grateful. But I don't want to just make it through the Christmas season. I want to enjoy it. I want to really, truly celebrate the birth of my Savior, Jesus. He is my Lord, Friend, Brother, Helper, and Sustainer. He is my most cherished gift from God and I don't want to be so overwhelmed with making the "perfect" Christmas that I miss Him, in His perfectness.
My mind goes to the account in Luke 10:38-42 of Martha and Mary. Jesus is coming for a visit. And He is bringing friends. Well Martha kicks it into high gear, preparing the meal, getting things set up, and making sure that all is just right for her guests. Scripture says that Martha was cumbered about or distracted with all her preparations and Mary is nowhere to be found. Wait, that's not true. She is found. She is sitting at the feet of Jesus. Listening. Learning. Loving. As Martha complains to Jesus about the fact that Mary is not helping, Jesus gives a gentle, but necessary truth. Basically, Jesus tells Martha that she is all worked up, worried, anxious over the non-essential things. Mary has found what is truly important, truly essential. Him! Jesus! His presence in their home! And He is not about to take that away from her.
I've done the whole Martha thing when it comes to Christmas. I get Martha. I understand the work it takes to plan the meal, clean the house, and put every decoration in just the right spot. Then there is purchasing the perfect gift for everyone, wrapping it in such a way that would make Martha Stewart swoon, and hosting a flawless Christmas party. Then there is church and all the flurry of activity and busy-ness that comes with Christmas ministry. Yeah! I understand distraction, frustration, and exhaustion. Each year at Christmas it just seems par for the course. I can honestly say, "Been there, done that" but this year I am saying, "Not going there, not doing that!" I choose the good thing of a new and fresh perspective on celebrating Jesus. No more Martha Christmas. I am making a Mary Christmas.
Think about it for a second. When you have kids and plan birthdays, do you do the same thing every year. No. You might do a different theme each year: sports, clowns, princess. You might change the location from year to year: home, park, or a skating rink. You remember all the details of the day they were born. You rejoice in how they have grown and look forward to all that lies ahead in the year to come. Each year is a new celebration. Each year brings new hopes and dreams for the future.
Doesn't Jesus deserve that same joy, anticipation, and excitement about His birth? Of course He does! So this year, for the Jorgensen family, the same old decorations, the same old stockings, the same old Christmas cookies, the same old Christmas dinner, the same old traditions just don't seem adequate as we seek, with intention and purpose, a new, fresh, exciting celebration of His presence in our home. I need this. My family needs this. And I am confident that Jesus wants our attention, our energy, our love, and our celebration focused on Him.
So I am shaking things up! Part of that new focus, new perspective means doing new things this year. Different things. Like having a lighted palm tree instead of a traditional Christmas tree. It means less fuss over the non-essential things like the place settings, centerpiece, or 4-course meal on my table for Christmas dinner. I think we will have a picnic-style meal on the floor. It means that if my Christmas preparations bring me frustration, distraction, anxiety, or any other thing that doesn't glorify my Jesus, I'm not doing it. It's not because I want to be lazy, shirk responsibility, or throw tradition completely out the window. It is because I want the precious time I have with my family and friends to matter, by choosing what is good, essential, and important. If anything, the changes in 2017 have taught me just how precious time with my family is and I don't want to waste it by fussing over the "stuff" of Christmas. Rather, I want to be sharing and celebrating the Substance of Christmas. Jesus!
If you are one who can do all the Martha work with a Mary mentality--more power to ya! That is awesome. I'm not in that place anymore. I know there are some who might tell me that I need to make an attitude adjustment and that might be true. But that's not what Jesus told Martha. He didn't tell her to get back to work with a better attitude or to straighten out her backslidden spirit. No. He told her that "there is only one thing worth being concerned about. Mary has discovered it, and it will not be taken away from her"(NLT). We don't know the rest of the story but I do hope, with all my heart, that Martha chose the good thing and took a seat at Jesus' feet. That is where you will find me this Christmas.
Here's wishing you a very Mary Christmas!!
Friday, December 8, 2017
Thursday, June 30, 2016
Why I use essential oils
Essential oils (EO) seems to be all the rage right now. And for good reason. They work!
Let me take you back. It's April 3, 2014, the day after my 49th birthday. No big deal; no big celebration. But I woke up that morning with, what I can only call, a death-would-be-preferable headache. I'd been having frequent headaches for about 6 months but this was by far the worst thing I had ever experienced in my entire life. I couldn't stand. I was sick to my stomach. Every movement brought agony. I ended up in the ER and was told it was a migraine. I'd never had a migraine before and it is a bit unusual to get them at my age. A follow up with my own doctor revealed a few possible causes, two of which were hormones and being overweight. According to my doctor, I was obese (gotta love those docs). I was put on a prescription medication for the migraines. It worked pretty good but I just didn't have a good feeling about taking it.
I had heard of a diet-plan from several ladies at church. Trim Healthy Mama. I borrowed the book and spent the entire weekend reading. It was well over 600 pages. This was plan for me. I jumped into it full force and in about 6 months lost 35 pounds. This plan, this way of eating was changing my life for the better. It's a natural, real food way of eating and understanding how food fuels the body. Yes, I still have another 35 to go but with the knowledge I have gained (pun intended) I have no doubt that other 35 pounds will be gone soon. As I learned about natural, whole, healthy food and experienced the benefits of eating this way, I figured that there had to be a similar approach to managing my health. That's when essential oils entered my life.
A year ago I knew absolutely nothing about them. I had a friend of a friend on Facebook and she was a consultant for a well-known EO company. Every now and then she would post something on Facebook about her EO business but I never gave it much thought. But one afternoon, after seeing a post on lavender, I contacted her. Maybe this was the natural solution I wanted and needed. I ordered a kit and, yes, jumped into it full force. I went to a class and learned more about what EO are about and how to use them. I did research online. A lot of research. (Some of which I will share in future posts). My husband wasn't fully convinced however. In the beginning, he called them "snake" oils. That's all changed now. He's a huge supporter of and believer in essential oils.
My first real "hey these work" moment came on an evening when I had indigestion. I had eaten a bit off the THM plan and I was feeling it. So I got my oils out and put a few drops on to my tummy and rubbed it in. Then I put two more drops in my hands and inhaled. Within 10 minutes all pain, discomfort, and burping had stopped.
My next "yeah I'm sold" moment came when I had a migraine. As soon as I felt it coming on, I took my meds but this time I also used peppermint oil. I put 3 drops in my hands, rubbed them together, and then inhaled-nice, long deep breaths. I also rubbed my hands on the back of my neck and on my temples. Off to bed I went. Normally, pre-EO, I was done for the day. Even with the meds, I'd be in bed most of the day and when I did get up, I wasn't anywhere near functional. Often the next day, while the pain was gone, I was left feeling groggy and slothful. But this time was different. I was only in bed for about 3 hours. When I got up, yes a bit groggy, I had a real, intelligible conversation with my husband. I ate a small dinner. I used more peppermint oil and the next morning I was back to normal. It's like I had gained a day and half back. The next migraine came a few weeks later. Same scenario. Awesome! The next migraine I tried something different. I only took half my meds and used a bit more peppermint oil. Ha....same as before. I was on to something for sure. Being I was told that my migraines were most likely hormone related, guess what I did? I got oils made to help with hormones. I use them every night before I go to bed. I can't tell you the last time I had a hot flash but I can tell you that I haven't had a migraine in over 9 months now. To me that is amazing especially when I consider how sudden and severe they came into my life.
Now I use essential oils for everything. Don't get me wrong, I'm not an anti-medical person at all. I had a severe knee injury in January 2016 which required major knee surgery. So I am very grateful for doctors, hospitals, medical advancements, and Percocet. But.....I did use my oils after surgery and I was completely off the pain meds in 4 days. Most patients use prescription pain medication for 10-12 days.
Yes, I know my stories are anecdotal. But I also know they are real. And I'm not alone. There are thousands of other people who can share similar stories. For me, this is not the latest fad. It is a lifetime commitment to whole health and wellness. If you want more information, I would love to share my oils with you. Contact me through this page or visit mydoterra.com/cherylshares
Monday, February 15, 2016
Nifty 50 Update
So far, being 50 has been excellent! This has been a great year and I have done some fantastic things already. But with only 6 weeks until my 51st birthday, I still have quite a lot on my list to get done and with my knee injury, there are things that I'm just going to have to put on hold until later this year, or find a replacement activity. I figure since I made the list (and the rules to go with it), I can make any changes necessary. I'm 50, I can do that. And the fun thing about life, it is constantly changing so it only makes sense that my list should reflect changes as well.
I've color coded my list:
Blue items are things that need to be put on hold until my knee heals. Ten total.
Bolded items are the things I still need to do. 22 total. Yikes!
Red items have been completed. 18 total. Seems like I've done more. I may have to look at all my pics again.
1. Camp at Crater Lake
2. Spend a day hiking
3. Get a "wild" manicure/pedicure DONE
4. Take a train DONE
5. Go someplace in Washington I have never been. I may replace this with something from Peru.
6. Go someplace in Oregon I have never been. DONE, Went to beach in Newport.
7. Go somewhere in the US I have never been. I may replace this with something from Peru.
8. Sing Karioke....but not in a bar.
9. Learn to ride a motorcycle (yes, a scooter would qualify)
10. Go on a mission's trip (in planning stages to go to Peru in March) DONE
11. Go horseback riding - this is big because I am very afraid of horses. DONE
12. Learn Italian (Brush up on Spanish, see #10, doing now & until Peru trip) DONE
13. Take a cooking class
14. Spend a day doing random acts of kindness
15. Donate hair, DONE
16. Get a massage. I've had a few for physical therapy/health purposes, but I'm talking about a relaxed, pampered, feel good massage.
17. Try a new restaurant DONE, actually been to at least 5 new places.
18. Family portrait
19. Learn to shoot a gun
20. Learn a ballroom dance with Jerry
21. Zipline
22. Counsel at CNW. Was a team leader (first time ever) and a counselor (first time in over 7 years)
On the pirate team and totally decorated cabin in theme. DONE
23. Ride the scariest ride at the fair (will probably have to go to Puyallup for this one)
**Went w/kidlings to Lane County Fair and rode the teacup ride with them DONE
24. Give crocheting another shot and actually complete something
25. Saturday Market....yes I've done this before too, but I like going.
26. Run Butte2Butte or a Color Me Rad event.
27. Blow glass
28-30. Attend a UofO game for football, basketball, baseball, Baseball DONE
31. Tour Autzen Stadium. DONE
32. Went to 2 fundraisers for Lifegate Christian School & Dove Medical DONE
33. Go for a bike ride
34. Get a henna tattoo DONE
35. Bake a pie, from scratch, by myself
36. Plant an herb garden DONE
37. Attend a local community theatre production or something at Hult Center
38. Go to the Puyallup Daffodil Parade DONE
39. Spend a day antiquing/garage sales But this may need to wait as well.
40. Hobby Lobby DONE
41. Midnight bowling
42. Ice skating
43, Go to farms. DONE
44. Backyard bonfire
45. Zumba class
46. Try halibut I did eat an alpaca burger in Peru; does that count
47. Get my picture taken with Sluggo DONE
48. Go to Shore Acres at Christmas
49. Learn calligraphy
50. Record all my "adventures" in some kind of book
Monday, August 31, 2015
Readjusting Expectations
I am sure that I am not the only one who has ever made plans, only to have them blown out of the water and have nothing go the way you expected it to go. It can be disconcerting to say the least and some what frustrating. My week at camp proved to be a week of changed expectations and it changed my expectations of how God works; in ways I never could have imagined.
After 7, maybe 8 years of being on staff or working in the kitchen at Camp Northwest, this year I was a counselor. My desire to counsel at camp actually started last year during camp. I was working in the kitchen, which I totally enjoy, but I had the opportunity to spend a few hours with a cabin of girls while their counselor and her new husband were being treated to a special evening at the lake. I so enjoyed the conversation and interaction with the girls that by the time camp ended I already knew that God was calling me to counsel the following year. When the time came, I submitted my application for counselor. I knew I would get to work with the older teen girls because I am (ahem) an "older" counselor. The theme for camp this year was 'Beneath the Surface' and the teams were Pirates, Sailors, Mariners, and Vikings. The months before camp, anytime I came across anything with an ocean theme, I bought it. About a week and a half before camp, I learned a few things: I was going to be on the pirate team (yay), I was going to be a team leader (yikes), and Jessica Lowder was going to be my assistant counselor (yahoo)! Jess and I spent the whole week planning, buying, and texting each other about decorations, plans, and responsibilities. Some of you may have seen my Facebook page and how I only talked in pirate lingo for that week. By the time we got to camp, Jess and I were pumped and excited for the week to come.
Expectation readjustment #1: God's plans aren't always our plans.
Another cabin on the pirate team had no counselors. The assistant was sick and couldn't come and the head counselor was delayed in returning from a missions trip. Jessica was asked to take the cabin for the rest of the day and night until the head counselor could get there on Tuesday. Okay, not a problem. It wasn't ideal but it was workable. The cabin was next to mine and Jess and I could keep in touch and help each other out. Our first night at camp was great as we got to know the girls in our respective cabins and by the end of the night, Jess and I were already planning for her move back to our cabin.
Expectation readjustment #2: God is really all I needed. Jessica was icing on the cake.
I learned the next morning at the staff meeting that the delayed counselor was now officially stranded in Florida and it looked like it might not be until late Wednesday, at the earliest, before she could get to camp (she never made it, by the way). Bummer. Big bummer. With my added responsibilities as a team leader (a rookie one at that), I needed an assistant. I even made the statement to Pastor Nathan, "I need Jessica." But what were we to do. The girls in Cabin H needed Jessica more than I did. It meant making adjustments, in actions and attitudes for all involved. It really was a great way to start camp; relying on God as expectations changed, for all involved. See, I was planning to rely a lot on Jessica throughout the week and instead, God challenged me to rely on Him. His faithfulness to sustain me, physically and spiritually, throughout the week shone through. I can only praise Him for being all that I will ever need.
Expectation readjustment #3: Teenage girls rock!
Now, I've always known this but I really got to see it play out at camp. My girls had to really step up to the plate and pick up the slack. In the mornings, I had staff meetings at 7:45, which meant that the girls had to get ready, have the cabin cleaned for inspection, be at the morning flag-raising, and then lined up for breakfast on their own by 8:10. They never missed a beat. Every morning, they did it. Every morning, I could find them together. Every morning they exceeded my expectations. Every morning I was beaming with pride (and relief!).
At 5:30 every afternoon, I had to go to a counselor's meeting. This meant that again, the girls had to get ready on their own. They had to be dressed for chapel (dress-code appropriate), at the flag-lowering ceremony, and lined up for dinner on their own at 6. They never missed a beat. Every evening, they did it. Every evening I could find them together. Every evening they exceeded my expectations. Every evening I was beaming with pride (and relief!).
ps.....Jess's cabin did it too although I cannot speak to level of completion and thoroughness. Most of the other counselors had assistants to help with and oversee these tasks.
Expectation readjustment #4: Unplanned moments yield great results.
My plan was for Jessica and I to share the responsibilities in devotions and getting to know the girls spiritual needs. Well, with Jess now in her own cabin, my planned moments became overwhelming and I was concerned that I wouldn't be able to "direct" the girls in "spiritual" moments. But again, God showed me that His plan is always better than mine. I specifically remember one night when I was counseling with a girl after chapel. She had some pretty big things going on in her life and God was really working on her heart about some serious changes. However, while I talked with this girl, my cabin was left without any direction for about 1/2 hour. When I got back to the cabin, the girls were ready for bed and having a very real, deep conversation about that night's message. I did not stop or interrupt the conversation. I listened. I heard their hearts and what was important to them. I learned that God was working through the messages and making a difference in these young lives. I only interjected my thoughts when they directed questions to me and then I let them pick up the conversation on their own. I honestly believe that if I (or Jessica) had been there, that wouldn't have happened.
Some of the best times talking with the girls came when we were getting ready for dinner. Dinner wasn't until 6 but for teenage girls, preparations started around 4. Wednesday, as we were sitting around the table in our cabin, putting on makeup and doing our hair, I shared my salvation testimony with the girls. We also talked about future plans and how to know God's plan. They asked me lots of questions about my life and I learned a lot about each of their lives. It was one of my favorite times at camp as the girls and I bonded. For the rest of the week, many of the girls approached me individually with the phrase, "can I talk to you about something?" Not once during the week did I use any of the planned devotions I brought with me. Again, had Jessica been my assistant, I don't think I would have had the opportunities to have these awesome conversations with these awesome young ladies. But here is the really cool part; God was giving Jessica her own amazing and awesome conversations to bond with a group of girls she had never met before. I know she had some wonderful opportunities to influence and counsel these girls in ways that they needed and that only she, with God's leading, could provide. I got to watch Jessica take what could have ruined her week, and turn it into a real blessing. She was like a mother hen to her girls and I mean that in the best way possible. She led them, watched over them, cheered for them, encouraged them, and showed them (and me) a beautiful example of how to react when expectations need to be readjusted.
As we were sitting at our last counselor meeting on Friday afternoon before dinner, I looked over at Jessica and was just so proud of her. Yes, later that night when she and I had a quiet moment together (well as quiet as it can be with dozens of girls running back and forth from cabins to bathrooms getting ready for bed), I told her how proud I was and how much she impressed me during the week. On the way home from camp, we talked about all sorts of things. But these conversations were different. Our conversations were focused on God and how He worked at camp. We talked about our devotions and what we were learning from them. We talked about music and how God uses it to teach and touch our lives. We talked about future plans and eagerly seeking what God has next for both of us. Yeah, we talked about some trivial girl stuff too, but that's none of you alls business.
And then it hit me. Jessica was no longer the little kid from church who I've known since she was 5 years old. She was no longer the young lady I've watched grow up, who I taught in Sunday school and prayed for when she was in college. She was my peer, my friend, my sister in Christ. Well there's something I never expected from a week at camp.
God is good!
For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the LORD. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.
Isaiah 55:8-9
After 7, maybe 8 years of being on staff or working in the kitchen at Camp Northwest, this year I was a counselor. My desire to counsel at camp actually started last year during camp. I was working in the kitchen, which I totally enjoy, but I had the opportunity to spend a few hours with a cabin of girls while their counselor and her new husband were being treated to a special evening at the lake. I so enjoyed the conversation and interaction with the girls that by the time camp ended I already knew that God was calling me to counsel the following year. When the time came, I submitted my application for counselor. I knew I would get to work with the older teen girls because I am (ahem) an "older" counselor. The theme for camp this year was 'Beneath the Surface' and the teams were Pirates, Sailors, Mariners, and Vikings. The months before camp, anytime I came across anything with an ocean theme, I bought it. About a week and a half before camp, I learned a few things: I was going to be on the pirate team (yay), I was going to be a team leader (yikes), and Jessica Lowder was going to be my assistant counselor (yahoo)! Jess and I spent the whole week planning, buying, and texting each other about decorations, plans, and responsibilities. Some of you may have seen my Facebook page and how I only talked in pirate lingo for that week. By the time we got to camp, Jess and I were pumped and excited for the week to come.
Expectation readjustment #1: God's plans aren't always our plans.
Another cabin on the pirate team had no counselors. The assistant was sick and couldn't come and the head counselor was delayed in returning from a missions trip. Jessica was asked to take the cabin for the rest of the day and night until the head counselor could get there on Tuesday. Okay, not a problem. It wasn't ideal but it was workable. The cabin was next to mine and Jess and I could keep in touch and help each other out. Our first night at camp was great as we got to know the girls in our respective cabins and by the end of the night, Jess and I were already planning for her move back to our cabin.
Expectation readjustment #2: God is really all I needed. Jessica was icing on the cake.
I learned the next morning at the staff meeting that the delayed counselor was now officially stranded in Florida and it looked like it might not be until late Wednesday, at the earliest, before she could get to camp (she never made it, by the way). Bummer. Big bummer. With my added responsibilities as a team leader (a rookie one at that), I needed an assistant. I even made the statement to Pastor Nathan, "I need Jessica." But what were we to do. The girls in Cabin H needed Jessica more than I did. It meant making adjustments, in actions and attitudes for all involved. It really was a great way to start camp; relying on God as expectations changed, for all involved. See, I was planning to rely a lot on Jessica throughout the week and instead, God challenged me to rely on Him. His faithfulness to sustain me, physically and spiritually, throughout the week shone through. I can only praise Him for being all that I will ever need.
Expectation readjustment #3: Teenage girls rock!
Now, I've always known this but I really got to see it play out at camp. My girls had to really step up to the plate and pick up the slack. In the mornings, I had staff meetings at 7:45, which meant that the girls had to get ready, have the cabin cleaned for inspection, be at the morning flag-raising, and then lined up for breakfast on their own by 8:10. They never missed a beat. Every morning, they did it. Every morning, I could find them together. Every morning they exceeded my expectations. Every morning I was beaming with pride (and relief!).
At 5:30 every afternoon, I had to go to a counselor's meeting. This meant that again, the girls had to get ready on their own. They had to be dressed for chapel (dress-code appropriate), at the flag-lowering ceremony, and lined up for dinner on their own at 6. They never missed a beat. Every evening, they did it. Every evening I could find them together. Every evening they exceeded my expectations. Every evening I was beaming with pride (and relief!).
ps.....Jess's cabin did it too although I cannot speak to level of completion and thoroughness. Most of the other counselors had assistants to help with and oversee these tasks.
Expectation readjustment #4: Unplanned moments yield great results.
My plan was for Jessica and I to share the responsibilities in devotions and getting to know the girls spiritual needs. Well, with Jess now in her own cabin, my planned moments became overwhelming and I was concerned that I wouldn't be able to "direct" the girls in "spiritual" moments. But again, God showed me that His plan is always better than mine. I specifically remember one night when I was counseling with a girl after chapel. She had some pretty big things going on in her life and God was really working on her heart about some serious changes. However, while I talked with this girl, my cabin was left without any direction for about 1/2 hour. When I got back to the cabin, the girls were ready for bed and having a very real, deep conversation about that night's message. I did not stop or interrupt the conversation. I listened. I heard their hearts and what was important to them. I learned that God was working through the messages and making a difference in these young lives. I only interjected my thoughts when they directed questions to me and then I let them pick up the conversation on their own. I honestly believe that if I (or Jessica) had been there, that wouldn't have happened.
Some of the best times talking with the girls came when we were getting ready for dinner. Dinner wasn't until 6 but for teenage girls, preparations started around 4. Wednesday, as we were sitting around the table in our cabin, putting on makeup and doing our hair, I shared my salvation testimony with the girls. We also talked about future plans and how to know God's plan. They asked me lots of questions about my life and I learned a lot about each of their lives. It was one of my favorite times at camp as the girls and I bonded. For the rest of the week, many of the girls approached me individually with the phrase, "can I talk to you about something?" Not once during the week did I use any of the planned devotions I brought with me. Again, had Jessica been my assistant, I don't think I would have had the opportunities to have these awesome conversations with these awesome young ladies. But here is the really cool part; God was giving Jessica her own amazing and awesome conversations to bond with a group of girls she had never met before. I know she had some wonderful opportunities to influence and counsel these girls in ways that they needed and that only she, with God's leading, could provide. I got to watch Jessica take what could have ruined her week, and turn it into a real blessing. She was like a mother hen to her girls and I mean that in the best way possible. She led them, watched over them, cheered for them, encouraged them, and showed them (and me) a beautiful example of how to react when expectations need to be readjusted.
As we were sitting at our last counselor meeting on Friday afternoon before dinner, I looked over at Jessica and was just so proud of her. Yes, later that night when she and I had a quiet moment together (well as quiet as it can be with dozens of girls running back and forth from cabins to bathrooms getting ready for bed), I told her how proud I was and how much she impressed me during the week. On the way home from camp, we talked about all sorts of things. But these conversations were different. Our conversations were focused on God and how He worked at camp. We talked about our devotions and what we were learning from them. We talked about music and how God uses it to teach and touch our lives. We talked about future plans and eagerly seeking what God has next for both of us. Yeah, we talked about some trivial girl stuff too, but that's none of you alls business.
And then it hit me. Jessica was no longer the little kid from church who I've known since she was 5 years old. She was no longer the young lady I've watched grow up, who I taught in Sunday school and prayed for when she was in college. She was my peer, my friend, my sister in Christ. Well there's something I never expected from a week at camp.
God is good!
For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the LORD. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.
Isaiah 55:8-9
Thursday, July 30, 2015
When God and Horses Talk
Last Friday I went with the Mommy & Me group from church to RideAble. RideAble is a horse facility that works with primarily disabled persons. The horses are a great tool for teaching, physical therapy, and confidence building. It's a beautiful facility with wonderfully patient and qualified instructors. I am so glad I went. I almost didn't because I am no longer an official "mommy" and I had no little "me" to take along. What I do have is a fear of horses and a Nifty 50 list that included riding a horse (see #11). When I was a kid, my aunt raised horses. I have fallen off horses, I have been bucked off horses, and I have even been run over by a horse. I have seen my cousins and uncle get kicked and bitten by horses. Needless to say, horses have never been a favorite of mine. The last time I rode a horse I was in junior high. My friend Jill had a birthday party/sleepover that included horse back riding. Jill had grown up around horses, as did many of the other girls she invited. They were country girls; I was a city slicker. So we saddled up and off we went. I don't remember much after that. I think I have blocked most of it out. I do remember the horse running, (I'm sure it was going 100 mph at one point) and I was petrified. I became very aware of the power of that horse and my inability to stop it. How did I stop the horse? I don't remember. What else happened on the horse ride that day? I don't remember. Did I have fun at the rest of my friend's birthday party and sleepover? I honestly don't remember. But I will never forget the fear I felt on that horse at that time.
So going on this field trip was kind of a big deal for me. I wouldn't call my fear of horses a full-blown phobia but it did give me a serious case of butterflies and a racing heart. I watched the kids ride first. They were fearless and excited when their name was called to take their turn at riding. I watched the instructors and helpers give important, careful, and thorough instruction. I watched the horses. Patient. Gentle. Calm. Beautiful horses. When my turn finally came, yes, I was nervous, really nervous but I wasn't fearful. The instructor assured me that the horse, Miss Blue, was not high-energy at all. This was true. Unless the instructor was actually pulling on Miss Blue, we didn't move. The instructor repeatedly gave me instructions on what to do and then she walked away. There I was, in the middle of the horse arena, on a horse that wouldn't move. So different than my last horse riding experience. Every now and then Miss Blue would take one step and then stop. I would try to get her going but nothing worked. Finally, after what seemed like forever, we made it about half way around the arena and Miss Blue stopped again. There we stood. Little kids on their horses walked by, sometimes more than once. As I sat there, I was frustrated, embarrassed, and disappointed that, despite my best efforts, this horse would not move. Just then the instructor came up and said to me, "You are doing fine, relax." She showed me a different way to hold the reins and reminded me to kick hard. And then she walked away. Again. I took a deep breath, patted Miss Blue on the neck and said, Okay Miss Blue, we can do this." I moved the reins, kicked hard, and we walked. And we walked. And we walked. And we walked. Miss Blue and I had a grand time walking around the arena. By ourselves. No instructor. It was awesome!
What made the difference this final time. I thought a lot about that on the way home. I came to the conclusion that it was my patience with the horse and determination to overcome my fear that made it possible. I was feeling quite happy in my horse-riding success and as soon as I got home I started to write this blog about the whole experience. I wrote about fear: what it is, why we have it, and how to overcome it. I wrote about patience, determination, and confidence. If I say so myself, it was a pretty good blog. I did one final proof read, feeling quite accomplished, when I heard the "Whisper"--you know, that still small voice in your heart that only comes from God, saying, "you aren't patient and determined, I am." Well wouldn't you know, God had a completely different lesson to teach me and a completely different blog for me to write.
As I contemplated my whisper from God, I reevaluated my time at the horse facility and what I thought I had learned and accomplished. My original blog post was scrapped and I have spent this last week searching out what real, patient, determined success looks like. You see, I thought I had success with the horse because of what I had done. I was patient. I was determined. I overcame my fear. I succeeded. By the world's standard today, this is true and something to be celebrated. The world's standard is a me-focused standard and that is not how I want to live my life. I don't want to celebrate me, but last Friday, that's exactly what I did. The pride I felt in "my" accomplishment quickly turned to shame as I realized that I had completely left God out. I didn't seek Him in prayer before I left for the facility. I didn't seek Him in prayer when I arrived. I never once thought about asking another Mom to pray with me or for me. I never once considered praying for the other moms, kids, or workers. My mind never once thought about Scripture and how I could rely on God's word for strength. I am embarrassed to admit that I crossed the line into full-blown pride as I allowed the focus to be on me and my fear. I am saddened by my actions, especially because I lost the opportunity to let God work and be seen in my life. I let Friday, and my success become all about me. I hope with this blog that I will rectify that and let God be seen as I share what He has taught me.
Success is not a bad thing. In Joshua 1:8 God says that we can have good success but we must be focused on Him. His word must be a priority and obedience to it must be a regular, consistent part of life. As a matter of fact, the phrase "good success" is only found in Joshua 1:8. and it is distinctly linked to God. Not self, not accomplishments, not anyone else. One of the definitions for good success is to wisely understand. I like that. When I wisely understand God and His word, when I wisely understand and follow His commands, that is good success. How cool is that?!! That is the kind of success I want. Success only becomes a bad thing when we take God out of the picture and that is why my so-called "success" with Miss Blue wasn't a success at all. Good success came when I took the time to listen and learn to what God, and Miss Blue were teaching me.
Yes, Miss Blue was teaching me patience and determination, but not mine; God's. She was reflecting God's patience with me. She was reflecting God's determination to get me going in the right direction. She was also reflecting my stubborn attitude. Yes, it's true, I can be stubborn; Jerry will back me up on this. (Oh boy, stubborn and pride, not a good combination.) Like Miss Blue, I can refuse to move. Often it takes some pretty hard kicking to get me going. Even then, I don't always go in the right direction or I only go a short way instead going the distance. Why do I do that? I know that God only has the best for me. His way is always the right way, always the right timing. I cannot even begin to put into words how grateful I am for a patient, loving, gentle God Who never gives up on me. Sometimes He just sits and waits and other times He kicks. Hard. I need those hard kicks to get me going sometimes. Those kicks also teach me that surrender and submission bring good success. Miss Blue eventually gave into my hard kick and did what she knew to do. And like I said earlier, "It was awesome!" Like Miss Blue, I need to surrender and submit. The sooner the better. Learning to walk God's way will bring good success and it's always an awesome ride.
I didn't know it on Friday but my real fear isn't horses. My real fear is not living the way God wants me to live. My fear is that I will get in the way and miss out on what God has for me and my life. I hope and pray this fear will keep me moving closer to God as I seek His will and way. It is my desire to "walk worthy of the Lord unto all pleasing, being fruitful in every good work, and increasing in the knowledge of God" (Colossian 1:10). It's no coincidence that this passage of Scripture was part of my devotions and Bible study all week. I hope I will always be willing to listen, learn, and change my perspective when needed. Some may say that I'm making this a bigger deal than it really is. Perhaps. However, I am a firm believer that if I don't learn to listen to God in these small, seemingly inconsequential moments, I certainly won't know how to listen to Him when the really big things come around. And they will come around. And they will probably be bigger than a horse.
I do hope I can go horse back riding again sometime soon. When I do, I will be listening a whole lot better to what the horse, and God, have to say. Giddy Up!!
Monday, July 13, 2015
Kitty Wisdom
Cats. Not a big fan. Growing up, we had dogs: Penny, Precious, and Bogie. I don't remember much about Penny or even how long we had her. Our next dog was one of her puppies, Precious. She lived up to that name. She was hit by a car and had to have one of her back legs amputated. I remember thinking it was cool having a 3-legged dog. Many years passed between Precious' death and our next dog, Bogie, a mailman-terrorizing German Shepherd. Looking back, I'm surprised we ever got mail. I was indifferent to Bogie; didn't love him, didn't hate him. He was just a dog. My mom's feelings towards Bogie was different though. She certainly loved him and, for her, he was part of the family. I think she was way more patient with that dog than she was with me or my sisters. The countless times he escaped from the yard, neighbor's complaints, and even a citation or two, never phased my mom. Had me or my sisters behaved like that we would have been shipped off to juvenile hall. But I digress. Jerry and I attempted dog ownership a couple different times. I have some very funny stories about Bert and Ernie, two black lab/dalmatian mix dogs. Let's just say they were a handful and kept Jerry running around the neighbor hood on a regular basis, hopping fences and sweatpants around his ankles. We found a good home for them shortly after Bryson was born. We had a cat too. Her name was Sophie. She and I had a love/hate relationship but as far as cats can be, she was one loyal cat. She was with us for about 15 years which included 4 moves, 3 kids, 2 more dogs and 1 wild drive to Spokane.
Fifteen years with one cat, one would think I would be a cat person; but I am not, which is funny because we currently have 9 cats. Yes, I said 9. At one point about a two years ago, we had 14 cats. Oh my. It won't be long and we will be known as the crazy cat people on Lorane Hwy. At my house, cats are a necessity. We live in the country, and in 16 years we have only had one mouse in the house. Our cats are working cats; they are not pets. Only 5 of the cats have real names: Bruce, Mama, Lemur, Sunshine, and Mister (aka Stupid). These five cats are pretty good cats. They not only keep mice away from the house, they've also been known to take out a mole or two. Bruce is more like a dog sometimes and he follows us when we walk around the property. Jerry is the cat whisperer and has always been able to approach and hold any of our cats. But the last 4 cats are different. Two of them are grown and two are kittens. We call them mom cat, other cat, kitty one, and kitty two. I think we are tired of coming up with names. The kittens were born about 12 weeks ago and we have had little contact or interaction with them. The mom cat moved them off the porch after about two weeks. Jerry would find them and mom cat would move them. Jerry found them again and yep, you guessed it, mom cat moved them again. We had an idea of where they were but we never approached. Partly because mom cat and other cat were fiercely protective. When those kittens were on the porch, I couldn't walk by without mom cat and other cat jumping up and hissing. They even spit at Jerry. The kittens are now old enough that they can't be hidden. They are out and about on their own mostly and I do see them from time to time.
A few days ago they were back on the porch, eating some food Jerry had set out. I walked out to get in my car to go to work and those kittens literally ran for their lives. The calico kitten ran down the stairs, around the corner, and disappeared. The black and white kitten dove under the stair rail, flew over the rock garden, turned left and also disappeared. I giggled. I even said out loud, "Oh kitties, no need to run, I won't hurt you. Silly kittens." As I drove to work, I couldn't help but think that maybe I should be more like those "silly" kittens. Maybe those "silly" kittens had a lesson (or three) to teach me.
Lesson 1: Recognize danger.
Those "silly" kittens saw me as a threat. To them, I represented danger and someone who could do them harm. Sometimes I think that people (me included) don't always recognize the dangers in this world. Yes, we teach our kids about stranger danger. We wear seat belts in the car and helmets on our bikes. We lock our doors and windows at home and keep poisonous items out of reach. But that's not the kind of danger I am talking about. I'm speaking of the danger that can bring devastation to heart, mind, and spirit. One story, one person in Scripture in particular comes to mind. Eve.
One day in God's beautiful garden, danger came and unfortunately, Eve didn't recognize it. I will give Eve the benefit of the doubt here because this danger was not obvious at first. Remember, the serpent that approached her did not frighten her by its appearance or by the fact that it spoke. I find that fascinating. If it were me, I would run from a serpent, let alone a talking one. So I imagine that it was a beautiful creature and maybe, just maybe, it's possible that animals some how communicated with Adam & Eve in God's perfect garden. Either way, the serpent did not come with a neon sign that flashed DANGER! However, the moment that serpent opened it's mouth and spoke, Eve should have recognized the danger. Why? Because the first 4 words spoken by the serpent were, "Did God actually say...?" (Genesis 3: 1 ESV). The serpent was questioning the truth of God's word. Instead of saying, "Um yeah, that's exactly what God said!" and walking away, Eve chose to reason with and listen to the lies of the serpent. We know the rest of the story. In a conversation of approximately 80 words, sin entered the world and danger was everywhere.
We have got to recognize the danger that comes when people want us to doubt the truth of God, His word and Who He is. All of God's word is true, from beginning to end. I remember seeing a bumper sticker many years ago that said, "God said it, I believe it, that settles it." It really should read like this, "God said it, that settles it!" Period. My believing doesn't affect the truth of what God says. You don't have to believe God's word but it is still true and truth. Believing and obeying God's true word is the greatest tool we have when it comes to recognizing danger in all it's forms. I can't stress enough the importance of spending good, quality time in the Bible everyday. Read it. Study it. Examine it. Apply it. There are so many Eve's today, who take the time to get more acquainted with the danger of doubting God's word rather than knowing the truth of God's word.
(Commercial Break: If you want to learn the Bible better, I encourage you to enroll in Faith Bible Institute (FBI). It is a 3-year course that goes through the entire Bible. It is, by far, one of the best things I have done in growing my knowledge of and intimacy with God. In Eugene, classes are at Westside Baptist but this course is taught worldwide and you should be able to find it in an area near you. Visit www.faithbibleinstitute.com for more information.) Now back to our regularly scheduled programming.
Lesson 2: Flee danger
Those "silly" kittens did what was exactly necessary to protect themselves-they ran and they ran fast. Again, another story from Genesis comes to mind. This time it is in chapter 39. Joseph is working in Potipher's house. Joseph had reached the high position of overseer and was basically second in command. But Mrs. Potipher had eyes for Joseph and was constantly trying to seduce him. One day, when all alone, Mrs. P cornered Joseph and used all her womanly wiles on him. What did Joseph do? Instead of giving in to the momentary pleasure, he saw the danger and he fled. Fast. There was no hanging around and weighing the pros and cons of the situation or listening to the convincing and attractive arguments put forth by Mrs P. He understood the danger that this would be "great wickedness and sin against God" (Gen 39:9). Yes, there were consequences to Joseph's choice. Mrs. Potipher lied and Joseph ended up in prison. I think that if Joseph had given in to her, he still would have ended up in prison. I also believe it would have changed his relationship with God and the way that God would use him. Why do I think that? Just look around at Christians who didn't flee when they had the chance. Sadly, the church is rife with examples of people who have lost their families, ministries, and even their lives because they knew the danger but chose to flirt with it instead of flee from it. I'm not just talking about sexual immorality either. Danger comes in many forms. I could write several blogs on what they are, how they manifest, and how they destroy. I speak from experience but let me say that any entanglement that draws you away from God is a danger that you need to recognize and then flee. Fast.
Here are some verses that I encourage you to look up: 1 Timothy 6:3-12 & 17-21; 2 Timothy 22-26; James 4:1-7. There is great insight as to what we are to flee, why we are to flee, and the results. I could go through each passage but then I would be robbing you of the joy and privilege of reading God's word (See lesson 1).
Lesson 3: Find safety
When those "silly" kittens ran for their lives from the danger in front of them (me), they didn't just run from my reach; they ran for a safe place of protection. Into the garage/shed they went through a small hole in the corner siding. There the kittens could wait until the danger (me again) had gone. For people, there is no better place of protection than in the arms of God. Run to Him for safety, help, comfort, and strength. Over and over in Scripture God is said to be our shield, refuge, strong tower, and a very present help in time of trouble. He is always ready, willing and able to protect us from the dangers of the world. That's what a good father does for his children and there is no better Father than God Himself. He doesn't leave His children alone to face the danger. There is also safety with God's people. It is so important to find other believers who know God's word and who can give wise, biblical advice and counsel. I have a several close friends who love the Lord and I know that when I need advice, they will give it to me straight from God's word. I so appreciate that act of love and protection, even though it isn't always easy to hear truth when I'd rather hear something that justifies my own selfishness or pride, two very real dangers.
Recognize danger, flee danger, and find safety. Who knew those "silly" kittens were so wise? So will I turn into a cat person now? Nah, that's not gonna happen any time soon, but I am grateful for the valuable lesson and reminder those kittens have taught me. Maybe they are not so silly after all.
Fifteen years with one cat, one would think I would be a cat person; but I am not, which is funny because we currently have 9 cats. Yes, I said 9. At one point about a two years ago, we had 14 cats. Oh my. It won't be long and we will be known as the crazy cat people on Lorane Hwy. At my house, cats are a necessity. We live in the country, and in 16 years we have only had one mouse in the house. Our cats are working cats; they are not pets. Only 5 of the cats have real names: Bruce, Mama, Lemur, Sunshine, and Mister (aka Stupid). These five cats are pretty good cats. They not only keep mice away from the house, they've also been known to take out a mole or two. Bruce is more like a dog sometimes and he follows us when we walk around the property. Jerry is the cat whisperer and has always been able to approach and hold any of our cats. But the last 4 cats are different. Two of them are grown and two are kittens. We call them mom cat, other cat, kitty one, and kitty two. I think we are tired of coming up with names. The kittens were born about 12 weeks ago and we have had little contact or interaction with them. The mom cat moved them off the porch after about two weeks. Jerry would find them and mom cat would move them. Jerry found them again and yep, you guessed it, mom cat moved them again. We had an idea of where they were but we never approached. Partly because mom cat and other cat were fiercely protective. When those kittens were on the porch, I couldn't walk by without mom cat and other cat jumping up and hissing. They even spit at Jerry. The kittens are now old enough that they can't be hidden. They are out and about on their own mostly and I do see them from time to time.
A few days ago they were back on the porch, eating some food Jerry had set out. I walked out to get in my car to go to work and those kittens literally ran for their lives. The calico kitten ran down the stairs, around the corner, and disappeared. The black and white kitten dove under the stair rail, flew over the rock garden, turned left and also disappeared. I giggled. I even said out loud, "Oh kitties, no need to run, I won't hurt you. Silly kittens." As I drove to work, I couldn't help but think that maybe I should be more like those "silly" kittens. Maybe those "silly" kittens had a lesson (or three) to teach me.
Lesson 1: Recognize danger.
Those "silly" kittens saw me as a threat. To them, I represented danger and someone who could do them harm. Sometimes I think that people (me included) don't always recognize the dangers in this world. Yes, we teach our kids about stranger danger. We wear seat belts in the car and helmets on our bikes. We lock our doors and windows at home and keep poisonous items out of reach. But that's not the kind of danger I am talking about. I'm speaking of the danger that can bring devastation to heart, mind, and spirit. One story, one person in Scripture in particular comes to mind. Eve.
One day in God's beautiful garden, danger came and unfortunately, Eve didn't recognize it. I will give Eve the benefit of the doubt here because this danger was not obvious at first. Remember, the serpent that approached her did not frighten her by its appearance or by the fact that it spoke. I find that fascinating. If it were me, I would run from a serpent, let alone a talking one. So I imagine that it was a beautiful creature and maybe, just maybe, it's possible that animals some how communicated with Adam & Eve in God's perfect garden. Either way, the serpent did not come with a neon sign that flashed DANGER! However, the moment that serpent opened it's mouth and spoke, Eve should have recognized the danger. Why? Because the first 4 words spoken by the serpent were, "Did God actually say...?" (Genesis 3: 1 ESV). The serpent was questioning the truth of God's word. Instead of saying, "Um yeah, that's exactly what God said!" and walking away, Eve chose to reason with and listen to the lies of the serpent. We know the rest of the story. In a conversation of approximately 80 words, sin entered the world and danger was everywhere.
We have got to recognize the danger that comes when people want us to doubt the truth of God, His word and Who He is. All of God's word is true, from beginning to end. I remember seeing a bumper sticker many years ago that said, "God said it, I believe it, that settles it." It really should read like this, "God said it, that settles it!" Period. My believing doesn't affect the truth of what God says. You don't have to believe God's word but it is still true and truth. Believing and obeying God's true word is the greatest tool we have when it comes to recognizing danger in all it's forms. I can't stress enough the importance of spending good, quality time in the Bible everyday. Read it. Study it. Examine it. Apply it. There are so many Eve's today, who take the time to get more acquainted with the danger of doubting God's word rather than knowing the truth of God's word.
(Commercial Break: If you want to learn the Bible better, I encourage you to enroll in Faith Bible Institute (FBI). It is a 3-year course that goes through the entire Bible. It is, by far, one of the best things I have done in growing my knowledge of and intimacy with God. In Eugene, classes are at Westside Baptist but this course is taught worldwide and you should be able to find it in an area near you. Visit www.faithbibleinstitute.com for more information.) Now back to our regularly scheduled programming.
Lesson 2: Flee danger
Those "silly" kittens did what was exactly necessary to protect themselves-they ran and they ran fast. Again, another story from Genesis comes to mind. This time it is in chapter 39. Joseph is working in Potipher's house. Joseph had reached the high position of overseer and was basically second in command. But Mrs. Potipher had eyes for Joseph and was constantly trying to seduce him. One day, when all alone, Mrs. P cornered Joseph and used all her womanly wiles on him. What did Joseph do? Instead of giving in to the momentary pleasure, he saw the danger and he fled. Fast. There was no hanging around and weighing the pros and cons of the situation or listening to the convincing and attractive arguments put forth by Mrs P. He understood the danger that this would be "great wickedness and sin against God" (Gen 39:9). Yes, there were consequences to Joseph's choice. Mrs. Potipher lied and Joseph ended up in prison. I think that if Joseph had given in to her, he still would have ended up in prison. I also believe it would have changed his relationship with God and the way that God would use him. Why do I think that? Just look around at Christians who didn't flee when they had the chance. Sadly, the church is rife with examples of people who have lost their families, ministries, and even their lives because they knew the danger but chose to flirt with it instead of flee from it. I'm not just talking about sexual immorality either. Danger comes in many forms. I could write several blogs on what they are, how they manifest, and how they destroy. I speak from experience but let me say that any entanglement that draws you away from God is a danger that you need to recognize and then flee. Fast.
Here are some verses that I encourage you to look up: 1 Timothy 6:3-12 & 17-21; 2 Timothy 22-26; James 4:1-7. There is great insight as to what we are to flee, why we are to flee, and the results. I could go through each passage but then I would be robbing you of the joy and privilege of reading God's word (See lesson 1).
Lesson 3: Find safety
When those "silly" kittens ran for their lives from the danger in front of them (me), they didn't just run from my reach; they ran for a safe place of protection. Into the garage/shed they went through a small hole in the corner siding. There the kittens could wait until the danger (me again) had gone. For people, there is no better place of protection than in the arms of God. Run to Him for safety, help, comfort, and strength. Over and over in Scripture God is said to be our shield, refuge, strong tower, and a very present help in time of trouble. He is always ready, willing and able to protect us from the dangers of the world. That's what a good father does for his children and there is no better Father than God Himself. He doesn't leave His children alone to face the danger. There is also safety with God's people. It is so important to find other believers who know God's word and who can give wise, biblical advice and counsel. I have a several close friends who love the Lord and I know that when I need advice, they will give it to me straight from God's word. I so appreciate that act of love and protection, even though it isn't always easy to hear truth when I'd rather hear something that justifies my own selfishness or pride, two very real dangers.
Recognize danger, flee danger, and find safety. Who knew those "silly" kittens were so wise? So will I turn into a cat person now? Nah, that's not gonna happen any time soon, but I am grateful for the valuable lesson and reminder those kittens have taught me. Maybe they are not so silly after all.
Monday, June 29, 2015
An Ordinary Life
Being that tomorrow is the last day of June and one of my goals was to post a blog twice a month, I figured I should get writing. I keep a journal of basic daily happenings and things that God has taught me. My journal includes Bible verses, things for which I'm grateful, funny things my grand kids say, certain appointments and the outcomes, home decor ideas, personal goals, ideas for Bible study, and even a grocery list or two. I try to write in my journal 3-4 times a week, even if it is just a sentence or two or to jot down a quick note or thought I don't want to forget.
Seems like the "don't forget" category has been growing since April. Hmmmm........I wonder why? What big event could have happened? What has triggered my brain's ability to so easily forget plans or misplace items or cause me to walk around my house forgetting what I was doing? I once got up out of the recliner, took about four steps and totally forgot where in the house I wanted to go and for what purpose. I sat back down hoping it would trigger my memory. It didn't. So I finished sorting socks and watching Wheel of Fortune. Oh well. Could this phenomenon have anything to do with the fact that I turned 50 in April?
Sorry for that rabbit trail (another possible side effect of turning 50?). Now back to the reason why I'm writing today.
As I looked over my journal entries for the last few weeks a theme has emerged: ordinary. In the grand scheme of life and events on this planet (and others), my life would be considered by some as boring, unexciting, and bland. I've done nothing extraordinary that has anyone rushing to tell my life story. I've not created the hottest new business or invented the latest must-have gadget. I don't have famous friends or relatives. I don't live in the lap of luxury.
I live a relatively simple life and I wouldn't change it for all the oolong tea in China. Why? Because this life is exactly where God has put me. This life is what He is using to teach me, draw me close to Himself, and mold me into the image of Christ. God is using the seemingly boring and uninteresting events of everyday life to show me some exciting and awesome truths about Who He is. Even my devotions this morning were, well, not so exciting to read. When you get a chance, go to your Bible and read 1 Chronicles 1-9. It's nine chapters of geneaologies. Exciting stuff, eh? Today I was in chapters 6-9. Yesterday, I sort of rushed through chapters 1-5 so I decided to slow down for these next few chapters and be purposeful in my reading. I'm so glad I did. Each genealogy list had something specific about it: they were mighty men of valor, or musicians, or priests, or gatekeepers. Some lists stood out because there were several women listed or because there was a fact about their land or who else lived in their land. But then there is the family of Naphtali. "The sons of Naphtali were Jahziel, Guni, Jezer, and Shallum, the sons of Bilhah" (1 Chron 7:13). That's it. Seriously. Nothing mentioned about where they lived, what they did, or who they really were. I was curious as to why nothing else was said about them. I knew that the tribe of Naphtali was mentioned in other places of Scripture so there had to be more about them. So for those who know me well, you know what I did. I studied it out. This wasn't easy as there is not much commentary written on 1 Chronicles 7:13. Some scholars believe that these names are the only preserved, recorded names of leaders of Naphtali and that the other written documents were lost or destroyed. Bummer. So I did a word search on Bilhah and Naphtali and here is what I learned.
1 Chronicles 7:13 is identical to Genesis 46:24, with the exception of "the sons of Bilhah" added in 1 Chronicles 7:13. Bilhah is first mentioned in Genesis 29:29 when she was given to Rachel as a maid servant when Rachel married Jacob. When Rachel could not have children, Rachel gave Bilhah to Jacob to bear children for her. One of the sons born to Bilhah, but named by Rachel, was Naphtali (Genesis 30:1-8). Naphtali's sons were Jahziel, Guni, Jezer, and Shallum. Scripture does not name the mother(s) of Naphtali's sons. I found Bilhah's name one more time in Genesis 35:22 when Reuban, Jacob's oldest son is guilty of incest with her. Although not mentioned by name, Bilhah is referenced again in Genesis 32:22-23 & 33:1-2 when Jacob puts his maid servants and their kids in the front of the troop in the event of a conflict with his brother Esau. Nice guy.
Naphtali has some interesting history and descendants and I encourage you to look it up. For the sake of time, I will hit just a few hightlights. Barak, the military leader in Judges was from the tribe of Naphtali. When the time came for David to assume the throne, the tribe of Naphtali provided 1,000 officers, 37,000 soldiers along with a caravan of food, to help. When King Solomon was building the temple, he hired Huram, from the tribe of Naphtali, to do the bronze work. All of Jesus' disciples, except Judas, were from Galilee, the land of Naphtali. Jesus' hometown was Nazareth of Galilee and that is where He started His ministry.
So this is the story of 1 Chronicles 7:13. It's a good story. Oh it doesn't have all the intrigue, adventure, heroism, and honor (or dishonor) of the other tribes of Israel. For me, that is what makes the story of Bilhah and her descendants so fascinating. She was a simple servant girl, an ordinary woman and mother, nothing exciting or glamorous about her. In fact she probably had little control over the events in her life. Bilhah's story is often lost in the events and stories of Jacob's life. But not today. There she was, in 1 Chronicles 7:13, just waiting for me to find her.
Bilhah's ordinary life has made an extraordinary impact on my ordinary life. Scripture is full of heroes. But right along side the names of Noah, Abraham, Joseph, David, Solomon, Peter, and Paul are the names of people like Bilhah, Jabez, Baruch, Mary and Joseph. Oh Mary and Joseph...talk about two ordinary people that God used in a mighty way. Really, now that I think about it, even when I look back at the names of heroes, they all started out as ordinary folk too. God's not looking for great people, He's looking to make people great by His power for His glory. It's so amazing to me how God can take a passage of Scripture, that so many have just skimmed over (me included before today) and use it to teach important lessons. Lessons of trust, obedience, courage, and humility. All things that I need to work on and now I have a very identifiable woman in the Bible that I can use as an example.
I'm sure Bilhah never imagined that her name would be remembered centuries later, let alone recorded in God's Holy Word. You never know what can come from an ordinary life of serving God. I hope I am up to the challenge.
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