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It's a cat's life (part meux)

11/29/2016

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I wrote about our cat Minx a few weeks ago.  Minx was a rescue cat, she was found abandoned with her sister.  Her sibling had already been adopted when we saw Minx and decided to give her a forever home.  From day one she was part of the family and seemed so grateful for our love and companionship.  She is probably one of the most loving cats we have ever had, and definitely the most vocal.
I usually get home a bit before Jim does so I can get dinner ready and not have to be rushed.  I would swear that Minx could barely care less when I come in, but somehow it is like she has an internal clock and she knows just about the time that Jim will be home.  She sits in front of the sliding glass door and waits for him, very loudly.  She meows and meows and as many times as I tell her to shush, she just keeps meowing.  I am positive she can see his truck when he turns the corner onto our street; she gets even louder and meows until he opens up the door and comes in.  She seems almost like a dog in that aspect, waiting for her master to return.
Well, another life lesson from our cat; she is always on the lookout for her master's return and not afraid to let everyone know it.  All of us as Christians were at one time or another orphans, separated from our Father and awaiting rescue.  For myself I remember that moment of connection with my Lord and the love and comfort and assurance that I felt.  To be honest, most people I know that have given their lives to the Lord can tell you the exact date of that happening, sometimes down to the minute. I cannot remember that date, but I can remember shortly after that, one night I had a dream, maybe a vision...I really can't tell you.  I was on a dusty road, I can't tell you the time or place but in the distance I saw someone coming.  There were many people around me, a large crowd.  As that person in the distance came closer I realized it was Jesus.  Oh, how I hoped He would notice me.  But there were so many others, surely more worthy of His time.  As He got nearer I remember just kind of curling up into a little ball, unnoticeable and insignificant.  My head was buried in my arms, so I could no longer see around me.  Then I experienced the most magnificent thing.  Jesus gathered my into His arms and just held me.  I don't remember any words, but oh that feeling of unutterable love, complete and total acceptance, and relief.  I was cherished, I was validated, I was His.  I was no longer an undesirable unwanted orphan.  I had been rescued, I had been ransomed, I had been redeemed.
That moment changed my life.  Yes, there are times I still struggle with feelings of low self-worth, until I remember my worth comes from who I am in Him.  I have been welcomed into His family as a treasured member, embraced and adored.
I remember as a child being so proud of my daddy, the police detective.  Some Saturdays he used to take me to the station with him.  I felt so special, my daddy was an important man and I was his daughter.  Everyone acknowledged him and treated me preferentially.  I used to tell everyone that my daddy was a detective with a shiny silver badge. 
My dad is in heaven now, and oh how happy I am that my earthly dad is with my heavenly Father.  I still tell everyone that asks that my dad was a homicide detective and worked on some very important cases, including the death of Marilyn Monroe.  I love to brag on him.  But the One I truly brag on these days is my Father God and my Lord Jesus.  I will share until my last breath or until He returns; I will be vocal about it, unashamed.  I will share of all He has done in my life.  Physical healing from fibromyalgia.  Restoring my marriage and giving me a new love for my husband that has not faded over time.  Giving me a family to love.  Giving me a platform with my writing to share all that He is and what He has done.
I will be like our cat Minx, watching and waiting and unashamed to proclaim my desire for my Master's return.  I will make declaration of His love and His mercy and His grace.  I will loudly proclaim His sacrifice for me and of His rescuing me from a life of abandonment and fear.  I will continue to herald His adoption of me and of giving me a forever home.


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My Father Above

11/15/2016

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Constant in faithfulness, boundless in love
You desire my fellowship, my Father above
Getting to know You, understanding Your grace
Looking past Your hands and seeking Your face
Finding mercy... in the gaze of Your Son
I am more than grateful for what Your sacrifice won
You chose me, You loved me, You awaited my choice
Your Spirit, it wooed me, whispering in a soft voice
My child come nearer, seek refuge in My arms
I will hold you and shelter you from this world's harms
Though the winds may blow and the storm it rages
I will be your haven now and all through the ages
Never will I leave you, no, not ever abandon
You are safe and secure, that is a promise you can stand on
My mercy is enduring, my love eternal
You may think you've seen the whole fruit, but you've only glimpsed the kernel
I promise you more than you can consider or imagine
My blessings are immeasurable, you must just enter in
Into My presence, My love and My glory
That won't be the end, but just the dawn of your story
A tale of love, a chronicle of sacrifice
Only His death absolve, only His blood suffice
He would blot out our sins in a death that was gory
So that we could enter in to the fullness of His glory
All so that I could savor His faithfulness, and relish His love
I desire Your fellowship, My Father above











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It's a cat's life

11/8/2016

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Well I sit here to write without a solid thought in my mind.  I hurt my back this weekend and have not been in this much pain in a long time.  It hurts to sit, hurts to stand, hurts when I lie down.  I'm feeling weak and a bit useless.  It's also election day.  What a brutal campaign season this has been.  It's been worse than watching a UFC match, at least they have some rules.  This has been painful to watch and has stirred up so much anger and dissent it is hard to imagine a healed cohesive country again.  I just want to sit here and cry; for the physical pain I'm in, for the fear and uncertainty in my heart, for the anguish that I am feeling for our country.  I feel hurt and lost and alone.
But then I look up and my cat has jumped up on the bed.  She tries to crawl on my lap as I am writing this.  I tell her give me some time, I'm a bit busy.  She gives a meow and then sprawls on my legs behind my laptop and just sits.  And waits.  And gives a little meow once in awhile to let me know she is there.  She rests in knowing that even though I am busy, I am here.  I give her a little scratch between the ears every so often and she is content.
I am that cat and the world and it's issues are the laptop.  I need the Lord's attention but with all that is going on around me, I sometimes feel alone and isolated.  Where I can only juggle a couple things at a time, He can and does hold all things, knows all things and sees all things.   And while Minx sits on my legs and rests, she has no idea of the turmoil I am in, that the world is in; she just rests knowing that I am here and that is enough.
Jesus dealt with this when He told His disciples what was to come in the days before His arrest and crucifixion.  They were afraid and angry and confused.  He tells them in John 16:33, "I’ve told you all this so that trusting me, you will be unshakable and assured, deeply at peace. In this godless world you will continue to experience difficulties. But take heart! I’ve conquered the world.” (The Message)   He was telling them that they had not even seen the worst of it yet, but to rest in the knowledge that He had given them, to rest in the relationship they had with Him.  And that also, when He left that there would be another to come be with them.  The Holy Spirit would come.  “I’m telling you these things while I’m still living with you. The Friend, the Holy Spirit whom the Father will send at my request, will make everything plain to you. He will remind you of all the things I have told you. I’m leaving you well and whole. That’s my parting gift to you. Peace. I don’t leave you the way you’re used to being left—feeling abandoned, bereft. So don’t be upset. Don’t be distraught," John 14: 26-27 (The Message). 
Peace.  Peace in the midst of the the turmoil.  Peace and rest while the world seems to by flying apart.  Peace in the middle of our pain and uncertainty.  Peace resting in the Father's lap.  Minx doesn't stress, she rests.  She isn't wringing her little paws because I haven't stopped typing, she is assured because of her proximity to me.  She knows I am here, therefore everything has to be ok.  I am here, what is there to be anxious about. She is near to me and that is enough.
That is my lesson for today.  No matter the pain, no matter the chaos, if I am near to Him, that is enough.  It doesn't matter how I feel, if I crawl up onto His lap I can rest.  It is all about proximity.
So for today please don't stress.  Remember Who is in control and remember that He is always near, He has promised us that.


Joshua 1:9 ESV “Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do 
not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”
Isaiah 41:10 ESV “Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, 
I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”
Deuteronomy 31:6 ESV “Be strong and courageous. Do not fear or be in dread of them, for it is the Lord 
your God who goes with you. He will not leave you or forsake you.”
Matthew 28:20 ESV “Teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you. And behold, I am with 
you always, to the end of the age.” 
Romans 8:38-39 ESV “For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present 
nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to 
separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
Matthew 6:25-34 ESV “Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what 
you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more 
than clothing? Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your 
heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious 
can add a single hour to his span of life? And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of 
the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not 
arrayed like one of these. …” 





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Microwave Masterpiece

11/1/2016

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Ask my husband Jim if I could cook when we first met.  The answer would be a resounding no.  I could burn toast and boil water and that was the extent of my culinary repertoire.  My mom was not an adventurous cook, she could make do, but it wasn't something she delighted in or excelled at.  My dad could barbecue a mean steak and make horrible homemade root beer, but that's another story.  So by marrying a cook, I certainly had my work cut out for me.
Sure there was easy stuff; ramen, macaroni and cheese, anything that could be microwaved.  I was very adept at pushing that microwave on button.  But it gets kind of old eating the same things over and over.  You can only eat so many hot pockets.  I started reading recipes, buying food magazines, reading cook books like they were my favorite novel.  I knew that I was only going to go so far in my culinary expertise if I didn't take the time and effort to learn to cook.  And by the way, just that word culinary should give you a clue, it means able to be consumed.  One of the first meals I tried to prepare was a chicken pasta salad.  I was so excited to make it, cook the chicken, get the pasta water boiling, chop the vegetables and garlic.  One clove of garlic.  That's an easy one.  Prepared that meal and waited for Jim to come home from work.  First thing when he walks in, he is sniffing the air.  He opens the fridge door to get some koolade and smells again.  What did you make with garlic he asks?  I said chicken pasta salad!  He asks how much garlic did I use.  One clove.  Honey, what's a clove?  You know, it that fist sized bunch of pieces of garlic.  Oh, did I not have a clue or what?  It was edible, but the koolade and everything else in the fridge reeked of garlic!
So as I said I studied, I practiced (my poor family!), I learned to read recipes and then to write my own.  I went from microwave maven to epicurean expert.  I learned that there are no microwave masterpieces.  That something that tastes delicious, something that truly satisfies and doesn't just quell hunger pangs takes time and dedication and love.  No instant plat du jour, no quick cooking culinary showpiece.  Time, effort, dedication, and sometimes making a mess; those are the ingredients to a dinner that delights, to a meal that moves us.
We live in a microwave society.  We want everything quick and easy.  We want instant gratification, we want immediate results.  No muss, no fuss, throw that sucker in the microwave and get into my belly.  Let me tell you, you can only live on food like that for so long.  That's called subsistence, enough for survival.  I'm sorry, I want to not only survive, I want to live, to thrive.  I want to experience all that God has to offer me; all of it.  The good, the painful, the excitement, the fear.  We hit a bump in the road and we bail.  We feel some turbulence and we exit the plane.  We go through life leaving a massive trail of debris in our wake, not even taking into consideration the damage we cause.  Not even thinking of the baggage we carry with us.  When you watch the Olympics and see the distance runners, you don't see them wearing sweatpants and hiking shoes and carrying the luggage they flew in with.  No, they run with no encumbrances.  They run wearing the lightest clothes, the lightest shoes.  They run with their hands open and their hearts set on gold.  Even the bible talks of our running that race, to finish for the gold.  Bronze, silver or gold.  Not every athlete gets a 'you attended' medal, unlike what our youth are taught today.  You don't just show up and get the prize.  "Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training," 1 Corinthians 9:24, 25. 
We are in this life by His grace.  We are to live a life that shows His grace to others.  We are to be examples of His love, His forbearance, His mercy.  Instead we so often take the easy way out (in our minds) and move on to the next thing.  We have no endurance.  We cannot run with bags of garbage in our hands.  We cannot sprint with cement blocks attached to our feet.  But this is how we so often live.  Nope, this relationship takes too much work, I'm out of here.  Oh this school work is too hard, forget it.  This job wants me to show up on time and work?!  We want microwave results, well we will get microwave flavor, microwave nutrition, a true microwave masterpiece.
I have learned to cook by first following the great recipes.  I needed those guidelines to teach me how to measure, how to use different cooking methods, how to mix flavors and use spices.  I learned in the same respect that the bible is my recipe book for life.  It has taught me how to live.  How to hear the voice of God.  How to respond to others in a Christ-like manner.  How to adjust my attitude so that the things that life throws at me don't throw me.  I have learned that when I commit to a recipe I see it through.  Sometimes it tastes great, sometimes it's a disaster; but it teaches me what to do differently the next time, same ingredients, different outcome.
Twenty something years ago when my marriage fell apart I could have just said, well that recipe sucked.  Out with the old, in with the new.  But that is not what God had in mind.  He wanted me to learn that the slow simmer brings out better flavor than a quick blast in the microwave.  He wanted me to learn new lessons, how to take the ingredients He gave me and use them in a correct manner.  Not to throw everything out, but to reread that recipe and start over with Him at the center of it all.  I could have said, no this is too hard.  I could have said, no my husband and my children are not worth all the effort.  I could have left a trail of debris behind me and walked away.  But by His grace and His lovingkindness, and yes, blood, sweat and tears we got through it.  He healed our marriage.  He healed our hearts.  He took flawed people and turned them into something beautiful.  All because we did not give up.  And I thank God that we didn't.  Over the years He has used us to counsel many broken people; to encourage them to not give up, to not throw it all away.  To teach them that their relationship is worth fighting for.  That they are not just doing this for themselves, but for their children and their children's children.  That just like a recipe that takes time and patience, just like that race that takes endurance and training, in the end it is worth all the effort.  Because it is not just all about us.  Others are watching our every move.  Hebrews 12:1-2a says this, "Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us,
fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith."  That cloud of witnesses represents our Christian forefathers who have gone before us, but we also are surrounded by others who are watching us, watching to see if we live the way we talk.  Watching to see our faith played out in our daily lives.  We run not only for ourselves but for all those around us.  We run a relay race, getting ready to pass that baton on to others.
I want to live this life as a marathon to encourage others, not as a quick sprint to satisfy myself.  I want to finish the race strong, to keep the faith.  To not live my life for my own benefit, but as Acts 20:24 says, that "my only aim is to finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me—the task of testifying to the good news of God’s grace."
So shall we live a microwave existence or shall we strive for culinary excellence?  Quick and easy, allay your hunger with cardboard grade meals or sit down to a feast that took time and effort but delights every sense?  We run for the prize...is that prize a degree in nuke it, zap it 101?  No, give me the perseverance to win the Michelin star, the James Beard award.  To follow His recipe for my life, to sweat in the heat of the kitchen of adversity, to study to show myself approved and then to taste results of all that hard work; to taste and see that the Lord is good and to share that extravagant feast with others.


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