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The Black Friday Special That Changed History

I saw the Wednesday paper on the check-out counter, noticed the sales fliers and added the newspaper to my purchases. “I need to check the Black Friday specials,” I thought and set the paper aside for later. It’s not “later” yet, but maybe it will be. Black Friday sales are “a thing” in my family. My mama loved to check the specials and decide where to shop at an outrageous hour of not-quite-morning. She thrived on getting the best bargains. Mama wanted a big pile of presents under the tree on Christmas. The day-after-thanksgiving sales made her huge stack possible. Pre-dawn shopping is not my favorite, but I’ve had a few Black Friday adventures. I enjoyed them because I was with family, but the crowds and the rush completely overwhelmed to me. Today, I’m staying home. The most important of Black Friday specials: Instead, I decided to ponder the Black Friday Special that changed history: A Messiah for 30 pieces of silver. It’s a sobering thought and one we’d do well to remember as we head into the shopping frenzy that, all too often, fills the Advent season. During this season, we celebrate the nativity of our Lord, the moment in history when God Almighty, King of Heaven and Earth, slipped into a coat of flesh and delivered Himself to the most unlikely of parents in the most unlikely of places. He arrived with His face set like flint toward His own Black Friday and never lost sight of it. We can keep our eyes on the real reason for Christ during the next few weeks, but only if we choose to do so now. The cooing baby in the manger matters only because the suffering Son of God chose the cross and the empty tomb that followed. We can honor Christ as we celebrate the Christmas season, but not if we expect it to happen by accident. It requires a conscious decision to do so. Today, let’s fix our eyes on the empty tomb and celebrate the One who loved us so much He came as a baby and kept going until the tomb was emptied and His people were freed. Joy to the World! The Lord has come! Let earth receive her King! If you’re looking  for an Advent devotional guide, here’s a great one: The Road to Bethlehem: An Advent Prayer and Devotional Guide It’s available in Kindle format ($0.99) and paperback ($6.00) (this is an affiliate link, so I may make a few cents if you make a purchase using the link, but it won’t increase your price in any way) If We’ve Been Liberated, Why Don’t We Live Free? When the Prayer of Desperation Becomes Through the Roof Prayer Thanks for sharing your time with me today! I’ve glad you stopped by. If you enjoyed this content, follow me on Facebook or sign up for the twice-monthly mailing list (below) to be notified about my future blog posts. Before you leave, would you mind taking a moment to pin to Pinterest and share on social media? It helps extend my digital reach in ways I can’t do myself. Thanks again! See you soon.

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The Broke-Smartphone Blessing

When the iPhone 5s came out in September 2013, I was among the first to purchase one. The new smartphone was a major step up in photo quality, storage, and productivity options. I was still practicing medicine back then and it soon became one of the most important tools in my practice. It had apps for everything from scanning in forms to secure email for medical information. The iPhone 5s not only fit in my pocket, it fit my hand perfectly. As smartphones grew larger and larger with each launch, I held firm to my outdated phone. It worked. I refused to spend the money on a phone I didn’t want just because it was new. Trouble in Smartphone Paradise Earlier this year, my phone developed a little problem with the touchscreen at the top left corner. It wasn’t as responsive to light touch as before but a firm jab would do the trick. Gradually, the problem worsened. A few weeks ago, it developed a new problem. Ghost texting. If I held my finger over the smartphone, it typed whatever it wanted. It wasn’t necessary to touch the screen at all. The problem quickly worsened. I searched Google for a solution. Several comments suggested it was due to static electricity. I doubted it but I doused my smartphone and myself with StaticGuard. No improvement. I couldn’t answer the phone, email or text. A web search was hopeless. My pastor offered to repair it, but there were still a few days without a working phone. By that time, I was desperate for my phone so I did what I always do. Prayed about it. Be still, the Voice in my heart seemed to say. I wanted a miracle, not a slow-down… I wanted a miracle, not a slow-down, but I set the smartphone aside and went without. No texting,  calls, or photos to document every interesting moment. No internet at the tip of my finger. A sweet silence filled my life. Morning quiet time was uninterrupted by digital distraction. My spiritual hearing improved dramatically. I sat down at my computer and worked without interruption. It was heavenly. Productivity expanded in an amazing way. A smartphone repair improved the situation but didn’t completely resolve the problems. One of my dear friends offered me an iPhone 5s, lightly used and in pristine condition. By the time it arrived, I wasn’t sure I wanted a working phone and waited nearly a week to complete the switchover. When I finally “moved in” to the new phone, my device addiction was broken. I stopped carrying it in my pocket and leaving it on my desk as I work. The phone’s no longer the first thing I reach for in the morning.  The stranglehold on my quiet time is gone. The Blessed Breakdown Before the broke-phone blessing, my quiet time was flat and lacked its usual sweetness. I prayed God would show me what was wrong and how to correct it. He didn’t speak out loud but the quiet of my phone-less state spoke volumes. I didn’t know I was mastered by my smartphone until I had to do without it. The plethora of electronic devices available today has opened up the world in amazing ways. We can speak, live and “in person,” to friends and family around the world. Watch as events on another continent unfold. Learn about topics of interest from experts in their fields. Stay up-to-the-minute informed on current events. They’ve brought much good into the world, but we were never meant to be controlled and totally focused on a box of plastic and electronics. Instead, we are to focus on things above and the people in our lives. When our smartphones control as much of our time as mine did, they become idols in our lives and that idolatry must be broken. Do digital devices have a choke-hold on your life? Are you wasting in-person time with family and friends by spending time on your phone? How does the amount of time spend on your phone compare with the time spent with loved ones or in the Word of God? 10 steps to take control of your smartphone use: Move your smartphone from your pocket to your purse or backpack. If you leave the phone nearby at night, move it off the nightstand so that you must be intentional to access it. Take your phone off your desk and move it to a shelf or other piece of furniture. Turn off notifications on social media apps. It’s not necessary to maintain a constant vigil on Facebook, Instagram, or SnapChat. If you want to stay in touch, check in once or twice a day. Use a timer to monitor the amount of time you spend on your phone. There are apps to help with this. Ban your phone from quiet time with the Lord. Use a “paper” Bible instead. If you use on online Bible or devotional app, decide in advance not to move away from the app, no matter how many notifications or digital distractions you receive. Ask an accountability partner to help you. When you’re with friends or family, put your phone away. Be present wherever you are. Most important of all: Ask God to deliver you and set your focus on Him alone. “for you shall not worship any other god, for the LORD, whose name is Jealous, is a jealous God.” Exodus 34:14 “You will seek me and find me when you seek for Me with all your heart.” Jeremiah 29:13  Get involved: Join us for the Whisper Gathering, a life-changing women’s retreat designed to help us hear the Still Small Voice of God October 25-27. Click here for more information: The Whisper Gathering 2018 Our free 5-part course “Create in Me a Clean Heart” is now available. Sign up here to receive the course and our newsletter here: Create in Me a Clean Heart You might also enjoy reading: What Four Days of Digital Silence Taught Me About

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The Whisper Gathering 2018

This year’s Whisper Gathering is scheduled for October 25-27, 2018 at the beautiful FCR Crows Neck retreat center. Registration is now open. I hope you’ll make plans to join us. What is The Whisper Gathering? This is a women’s retreat focused on learning to hear the gentle whisper of God’s still, small voice and obey. This year’s theme is Knowing and Using the Gifts of God. What can I expect? Great worship led by LaShay Blansett, experienced worship leader and Director of Women’s Ministry at West Jackson Street Baptist Church in Tupelo, MS. In-depth Bible study led by Leanna Lindsey Hollis M.D., frequent retreat leader and Director of Intercessory Prayer and Outreach at Global Outreach International. There’ll also be plenty of prayer time, reflection, repentance, cabin choirs, laughter, bonfires, yummy food, evening s’mores, and fun, so bring a willing spirit and a ready laugh. Inspirations for Women’s pop-up store and FCR’s gift shop will be open if you want to do a little Christmas shopping. What do people say about last year?  We asked last year’s attendees to summarize the Whisper Gathering in two or three words. Here’s a little of what they said: Freeing. Hearing God’s voice. Reconnection with Jesus. Awakening. Fellowship. Renewal. Refuge. Reassuring. Reconnecting. Rest. Respite. Renewing. Life changing. Inspiring. Scroll down to see photos from last year’s event. How should I prepare? If we want God to move in life-changing ways, we must prepare our hearts in advance. Two ways we can do this are through prayer and fasting. No one expects (or recommends) a long fast without any food. Instead, consider limited fasting of a single food item or an occasional meal between now and the retreat. Use the time until the retreat to seek God about areas in your life in need of change. Friend me on Facebook and ask to join the Whisper Gathering closed group. (https://www.facebook.com/whispergathering/) I’ll post devotionals and prayer thoughts during the days leading up to the retreat, so be sure to check back often. How much does The Whisper Gathering cost? The cost is $135 and covers two nights’ lodging, six meals, and snacks. (The event T-shirt is extra.) Is there an event t-shirt? Yes. Short-sleeved only. Inspirations for Women is handling our shirts, so the price is in addition to the registration fee. Your purchase price includes tax and fees. $14 for Small to XL  $15 for 2XL and 3XL  What to bring? Bible, notebook, pen, toiletries, bed linens, pillow, blanket, light jacket. Comfortable clothes. Come with a sense of anticipation of God’s presence and ready to meet with God, repent of sin, and surrender to His will. Ready to register? Follow this link to the Registration Page to register online. If you’d rather mail your registration, make your check out to The Whisper Gathering/Pinion and send the following information to Global Outreach/Whisper Gathering, PO Box 1, Tupelo MS 38802 (Be sure to put Whisper Gathering on the “for” line. DO NOT put my account # on the check, as this will not go through the Global account) Name:                                                                                                                         Phone Number: Mailing address:                                                                                                       Email: Emergency Contact:                                                                                                Phone number: Any special needs: Do you want a t-shirt?           What size? Send your form and the amount listed to the above address. $135 for The Whisper Gathering only $149 for The Whisper Gathering plus T-shirt sized S, M, L, or XL $150 for The Whisper Gathering plus T-shirt sized 2XL or 3XL If you’d like to share information about The Whisper Gathering with your church or women’s group, download the flyer. Click here:  flyer whisper gathering 2018 PDF Want to let more women know about Whisper Gathering? Like and share on social media. Don’t forget to pin to Pinterest, too. Help extend our digital reach! Thanks so much. Here’s a pinnable image:

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Don’t Let Age Limit Your Life on Mission

When I was a girl, we lived across the street from the First Baptist Church. Like any good Southern Baptist family, we attended church every time the door was open. I participated in Girl’s Auxiliary where we did local mission projects, gathered supplies for missionaries, memorized verses, and completed “steps.” We reveled in stories of the missionaries around the world and prayed for them by name every week. I couldn’t imagine a more exotic and adventuresome life than that of a foreign missionary… I’m writing as a guest blogger on Global Outreach’s website today! You can read the rest of the article by clicking on the link here: Don’t Let Age Limit Your Life on Mission I hope you’ll stop back after you’ve read the guest blog post and enjoy a few more articles: Is It Possible to Walk the Blameless Path? Memorizing Scripture, Barbed Wire, Persecution, and Jesus Why My Borders Need to Expand It helps expand my digital borders when you like, share, and pin to Pinterest. Thanks in advance for your help. Here are a couple of pinnable images:

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When We Replace Rules with Repentance and Generosity

Live like you mean it. How many of us who claim to be Christians actually live according to the Bible’s instructions? Probably not as many of us as we think. Consider the teaching of John the Baptist. He emerged in first-century Israel at a time when religion, not faith, exerted immense control over the lives of the people. They received forgiveness of sin through an animal sacrifice. There was a specific order and a clear plan to their religion. Rules reigned. John emerged from the desert with an altogether different description of faith-life. Sacrifice was not enough, he told them. The life we were born to live begins with a repentant heart, not a list of rules. A changed heart is not optional.  It was much easier to merely give up an animal. Forgiveness? Reconciliation? Repentance? Much harder, but essential for getting right with God. It wasn’t a familiar idea, and his listeners asked John what they should do. What does this “bring forth fruits in keeping with repentance” look like? John’s answer was startling. “If you have two tunics, give one to the man who has none…”  An extra tunic was a precious thing in the first century. We’re accustomed to closets full of clothes. They were not. John didn’t ask them to give away unused leftovers. He asked them to give something that mattered. Why give away an extra tunic? Generosity is a theme throughout Scripture. We are to be as open-handed with others as God is with us. To receive from God we must have open hands and an open heart. When we cling so tightly to the stuff of this world, it’s not only harder to cling to our Lord, it’s harder to receive all He has for us. Extravagant giving requires that we look past our own life and recognize the needs around us.  It requires us to risk being uncomfortable as a result of our giving. Maybe more important, extravagant giving requires us to recognize Who is in charge and who is not. We are not the source of everything we have.  No matter how hard we work nor how much money we make, God is ultimately the One who provides. It’s all His, and when we share what He has given to us, we acknowledge His provision in a tangible way. We take our eyes off ourselves to focus them on others and on the Giver of all good gifts. John wanted his listeners to live their lives in a way that matched up with the new-found repentance they claimed to have. Live like you mean it. John gave good advice 2000 years ago. It’s still good advice for us today. How many tunics are you holding?  Today, live like you believe the faith you claim. Let go and give. Live like you mean it. And he would answer and say to them, “The man who has two tunics is to share with him who has none; and he who has food is to do likewise.” (Luke 3:11 NASB) What I’m reading: (NOTE: This section contains an affiliate link, which means I may make a few cents if you use the link to make a purchase. It doesn’t affect your price in any way.) I’m re-reading The Autobiography of George Muller. It’s one of the most life-changing books I’ve ever read. Other than the Bible, this book was the most instrumental in developing my prayer life. In the 1800’s Muller fed and housed more than 10,000 orphans. How? He sacrificed, prayed and believed. In response, God provided in one miraculous way after another. The faith of this one man changed a nation (or a large part of it).  The stories of God’s providence alone are worth the read. (I’m reading in paperback but it’s available in other formats.) Here’s a quote: “The Lord not only gives as much as is absolutely necessary for His work, but He gives abundantly.” p. 198 Your shares on social media help expand my digital reach in ways I can’t do for myself. When you pin on Pinterest, it helps even more! Here are two pinnable images: Thanks for your help!

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Asking Why and Finding Answers

The last time you experienced a trial, you probably asked the question we all ask at one time or another: Why does God allow trials?  We asked that same question ourselves recently and found a few answers worth sharing. Why does the trial last longer than we want? If we’re honest, trials are rarely over as soon as we hoped. Why? Because they generally serve a purpose. James 1:3 tells us trials produce endurance (or perseverance) and will, ultimately, perfect and complete a part of us which is not quite perfect. They teach us what we need to know if we’re willing to learn it. Nearly five months is a long time for a problem you expected to resolve in a matter of days. Initially, I dealt with the viral infection in my eye much like a bout of influenza: a few days of rest plus a full course of medication and back to my routine. Unfortunately, the viral infection was here to stay. After considerably more than three months, my viral eye infection is, by definition, a chronic problem. I don’t like knowing that, but it’s true. It’s time to adapt to the chronicity and “learn to live with it.” Though I’ve spoken those words to hundreds of patients over the years, I truly despise them, especially when they pertain to me. Why learn something when I’m suffering? There’s always a lesson to learn. We waste the trial, and we may prolong it if we fail to learn it. There’s something to learn in my trial, and I’ve spent a good bit of time considering the available lessons. Many people suggested I needed to  learn to “rest more.” In truth, mucking out a stall or working in the yard is restful to me, so I rest more than you might believe, but I’ve made an effort to get more physical rest. I don’t know if it’s helped me or not, but it hasn’t changed the eye problem. The most important lesson I learned (so far) in this recent trial is more reinforcement than new information: God wants my availability but He can handle putting things together without my help. I did a bit less and surrendered considerably more. Despite my lifelong propensity for “yes,” I said no a few times. It’s incredibly freeing to let God open doors, close them, and direct my path. He’s given enough vision for what needs to be done in that moment and enough energy for every task. There’s not enough computer time (eye-wise) for all I want to do, or all I think I need to do, but I have enough for the essentials. It’s not exactly a new way of doing things, but it is an easier way, and that’s a bonus. Why do trials have to change our lifestyle? Trials can, and often do, affect everything about our lives. From changes in physical and emotional health to jobs, income, family, community, and housing, trials have far-reaching, and often unwelcome implications. If we allow it to perfect and complete us, the trial will almost always leave us, and our lifestyle, different in some way. We live in a culture focused on comfort and immediate gratification. We want what we want and we want it when we want it. If we were content and comfortable in our “before,” our response to the change wrought by trial may be anger, bitterness, and resentment. We may kick against the barbs rather than surrender to the work of God. Why give thanks when you don’t feel grateful? James 1:2 suggests a different response to trial. JOY. Considering it all joy doesn’t happen by accident. It’s a choice we make. How do we find joy in the midst of hard times? I believe it begins with thanksgiving. It may be hard to find something about which you feel thankful, but giving thanks isn’t about feelings. It’s about obedience. When we give thanks in the midst of a trial, it changes our perception of the trial as well as our perception of the livestyle modifications required by our circumstances. They become less offensive and are eventually seen as acceptable if not welcome. If the “point” of the lifestyle change is to be more like Jesus (and it is), we should – eventually – recognize and embrace the benefit. What is there to be thankful about in my trial? There have been a few days when I would answer “nothing,” but that’s discouragement speaking. In truth, God has provided everything I need, including enough money to pay for unexpected medical bills and unbudgeted prescriptions – sometimes just in the nick of time. I gained more medical knowledge in an area that wasn’t my strong suit. The travel plans I canceled were replaced by other ministry opportunities. Many people stepped in to help when I couldn’t do what needed to be done. Because of the difference in lighting, I spend more time at home and less at the office now – a good thing for someone who works best from the comfort of the screened porch. Why spiritual warfare may, or may not, be a part of the trial… Some friends suggested the enemy was trying to steal my ministry. I don’t know if that’s accurate or not, but I know one thing for sure. The enemy seeks to steal, kill, and destroy (John 10:10) but I don’t plan to relinquish anything to him. The evil one tempts, but we have the choice to resist and flee or stay and surrender. I’ve slowed down in some areas, but I haven’t surrendered, and I don’t intend to do so. The ministry work I do doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to God. I enjoy sitting back a bit and watching God orchestrate the things I don’t think possible. My computer time is drastically limited right now, hence less blogging and online presence, but I haven’t stopped serving. In some ways, the work of ministry is more remarkable and exciting than ever before. Why

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Prayer Walk After Meridian Tornado

“We’re heading to Meridian,” one of the 8 Days of Hope Crisis Response team members told me last week. “Meridian? What’s happening there?” “A tornado swept through one of the poorest areas of the city. There’s a lot of damage. We’re going to help.” “How far is Meridian from here?” I asked. “About three hours,” came the reply. Sometimes we sacrifice to serve Prayer walk the area. The impression was strong, but my schedule was already jam-packed. A drive time of six hours round-trip meant a prayer walk would take a full day. I mentally reviewed my schedule for the rest of the week. Two days in Memphis. A prayer brunch. Housecleaning. I’d planned to paint my hallway over the weekend. It wasn’t an instant decision. I had other things I wanted to do instead, but the impression was too strong to be denied. Prayer walk. Finally, I spoke to a younger colleague. “I’m thinking about prayer walking the area where Crisis Response will be working. Want to go along?” She and another co-worker had never done a prayer walk before, but both wanted to go. We decided to leave at 8 am on Sunday and make a day of it. The rainy-day prayer walk Saturday night, I received a discouraged text message. “100% chance of rain in Meridian tomorrow.” Sam Wiley never put much stock in weather forecasts. “That’s what they say, but it ain’t written in the prayer book,” he always told me. We decided to pack rain gear and go anyway. The rain pounded so hard I could barely see as we drove to Meridian. “Lord,” I prayed silently, “I’ve prayer walked before. It doesn’t matter to me about the rain, but these two ladies haven’t. Please be gentle.” Rain pummeled us as we raced from the car into the building where the volunteers were housed. My shoes were soaked before I reached the door a few steps away. We greeted everyone, received our instructions and directions, changed into rain boots, and headed into the downpour. When disaster brings a miracle We neared the address we’d been given and saw one tarp-covered roof after another. The ground was covered with trees, branches, and debris. A few trees still perched precariously near houses. Our destination was the worst yet. A man, chainsaw in hand, stood on the roof of the house, in the rain. He sawed the last branch of an enormous tree that still leaned on the house.  Later, we learned the family was inside when the tornado hit. Their son was in his bed at the time of the tornado but rolled out of bed just before it hit. The tree fell on the house, knocked the back wall off, and impaled the bed on which he’d been lying. Exactly where he’d lain. He tells everyone he meets how God spared his life.   Miss Thelma, the owner’s sister, was in the house when we arrived. “How can we pray for you?” we asked her. “Just pray for my sister and her health. She’s sick and not doing too well.” We prayed the biggest things we could. After we prayed for Miss Thelma and helped the volunteer workers a few minutes, we headed out to prayer walk. The destruction was overwhelming. The streets were quiet. Answered prayers Continued rain made the task of clean-up even harder, so we prayed God would give the workers a break from it. The rain stopped. The dark sky lightened. Drainage ditches were full of rushing water, breaking white on the rocks. I imagined what would happen if a child slipped into the water and was washed away. We prayed the water flow would slow. We rounded the corner and saw the ditch again. No whitewater at all. The flow slowed. A couple in a truck stopped in the street to greet us. Mr. Earnest and Miss Brenda thanked us for praying and let us pray for them. We made our way through the neighborhood and back to the first house. The volunteers held sandwiches and chips. I don’t know which of us thought of it, but we asked if they could use some water. Yes, they could, they assured us. They accepted with enthusiasm and explained their predicament. As they left headquarters that morning, they picked up sack lunches but forgot about drinks. They prayed God would send water, and He did. We left them two cases. Lessons learned We were overwhelmed with a sense of deep gratitude for the blessings we enjoy. During the trip home, we discussed the things we learned: We’re more blessed than we realized. We should be filled with gratitude. Life can change in an instant. Treasure every moment. The possessions filling our houses don’t matter. The people who fill our lives do. Prayer matters. Pray big. We can do nothing on our own. We’re totally dependent upon the grace, love, and hand of God. It takes all of us to help recover from a disaster. Even a little help can make a big difference. God still answers prayers. Help is still needed According to the Meridian Star, the tornado damaged 180 homes and 30 businesses. Families, including many elderly men and women, have lost everything. They need your prayers and, if possible, your help. 8 Days of Hope Rapid Response is accepting volunteer assistance through Saturday, April 28th. If you’d like to help this amazing ministry, click here to learn more. If you’d like to give hands-on assistance after that date, call the city hotline at (601) 485-1944 to learn about other opportunities for service. The King will answer and say to them, ‘Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of mine, even the least of them, you did it to me.’” Matthew 25:40                            You might also enjoy reading: Sliding Down the Slippery Slope and How to Stop the Descent When the Prayer of Desperation Becomes Through

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How to Make Room for God in Our Lives

Those of us whose lives are insanely busy may wonder how to make room for God in our lives. When schedules are jam-packed, it’s often hard to find room for anything else, let alone God, as an early-morning encounter with a stubborn puppy taught me. Dawn was still thirty minutes away when I awakened and shuffled downstairs. Neither dog, asleep at the foot of my bed, stirred. I returned to my bedroom with a cup of coffee in one hand and a plate of peanut butter toast in the other. I intended to crawl back into bed and eat breakfast while I read my Bible. In my absence, Mamie, my still-a-puppy Shih Tzu, awakened and moved into my spot, curled into a little fur-ball, and went back to sleep. When I returned, she looked up with one drowsy eye, lowered her head, and held her position. “Hey, let me in. That’s my place.” Mamie kept her head down and her eyes closed. She didn’t move — until she smelled the peanut butter. Her head went up, a tiny button of a nose pointed in my direction, and she sniffed. Eyes brightened. She loves peanut butter and expected I’d give her a pinch of toast. I stood at the edge of the bed and waited. She didn’t move. “Mamie, move over. I can’t get in the bed.” She sat up, grinned, and wiggled all over in anticipation of a bite, but she didn’t budge. Finally, I set down my plate and coffee, lifted Mamie to a better spot, and climbed into bed. “Gotta make room for me before you get a treat,” I told her. How to make room for God and His ways As I settled against the pillows, I realized an important fact. We need to make room for God, too, and we’re often as sluggishly resistant as Mamie. The problem, of course, is we prefer to keep the lives we love and invite God into them, like a welcome guest. We want Him to tag along with our routine. That’s not the way it works. If we think we can ease God into our way of doing things, we’re sadly mistaken. We don’t invite God to follow us. He invites us to follow Him. Our activities and priorities may (and probably will) change dramatically in order to go the direction He desires. Our ways are not His ways Left to ourselves, our ways are always more like the world than we want to believe. Even if we’re “church people” and do many good deeds, our hearts are not naturally inclined toward God. Jesus summed up the law and prophets in two simple commands: Love the Lord your God with all your heart, mind, soul, and strength. Love your neighbor as you love yourself. Before we started to obey the first two commands, He added another. “Love one another as I have loved you.” Consider the love those three commands require. To make room for God in our lives, anything that hampers our ability to love in such a scandalous, sacrificial way must go. Arrogance and selfishness are incompatible with the outrageous love of God. So are prejudice and greed, covetousness and unforgiveness. How to make room for God? Let go of what’s incompatible with the love of God. If we want the life to which God calls us, we let go to gain. If we want to make room for God in our lives, we must let go of our old ways in order to gain the new way of love to which God calls us. We let go of our priorities, our desires, our pride, our schedules. Anything that keeps us from following must be replaced with God’s ways. If I had the life I thought I wanted, I’d have a full-time farm worker and all-new equipment to take care of everything on the farm; I’d direct and he’d do the work. My days would be spent having lunch with friends, entertaining, and traveling to fun places. I’d cook beautiful, exotic food, serve it with elegant china, silver, and crystal, take classes and learn new skills, spend lots of time with family, especially my son, and have “doctor money” without the “doctor headaches” of weekend call or malpractice insurance. No jet lag, intelligence/police, tight budgets, or thrift-shop clothing. God, in His infinite wisdom, didn’t give me the life I wanted. He gave me the life I needed. I don’t have servants; I am a servant. Mine isn’t a life of ease; it’s a life of obedience. My life isn’t filled with material riches, but it’s crowded with spiritual ones. When our will submits to His… When I finally understood how to make room for God in my life, I discovered the life He gave was so much better than the life I expected. The disciples said essentially the same thing. Peter gave up a lucrative fishing business and a nice family with a stone home a few steps away from the synagogue in Capernaum to be a traveling preacher. He was arrested multiple times because of the words he spoke and the miracles he performed. Peter happily traded the life he might’ve had for the one to which Christ called him and counted it worth it. “Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who according to His great mercy has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to obtain an inheritance which is imperishable and undefiled and will not fade away, reserved in heaven for you, who are protected by the power of God through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time.” 1 Peter 1:3-5 nasb Peter thanked God for His mercy in giving a living hope, an imperishable, undefiled, and certain inheritance, and a home in heaven — all through the resurrection of Jesus from the dead. The life in this world and the

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If Nothing is Impossible For God, Why Can’t I See It?

Sam Wiley was my farm manager and “do everything” person for twenty-eight years. He was one of the kindest people I’ve ever met and a secret romantic. Sam brought me more flowers than any other man, although he picked them all from my yard. He loved children and animals and gardening. Unfortunately, Sam believed there were some jobs that women should never do. It took years for me to convince him to let me drive my own tractor. Use a chainsaw? Unthinkable. Bushhog? Not an option. Engine repair? Mechanics? Not fit for a woman. Sam taught me lots of things, but how to run the farm without him wasn’t one of them. He died in November 2017. Now I do the work he used to do. Well, I try. The insanely steep learning curve If I’m honest, I’m not that great at it. I don’t know how to hook the bush-hog onto the tractor and, even if I managed to get it hooked up, I don’t actually know how to bush-hog. The list of skills I don’t have is far longer than that of the skills I have. One thing I know how to do is string barbed-wire. I can fix a fence and make it tight. I believe I can build a fence from start to finish, but I haven’t actually done that yet. One step at a time. This winter, I had more days than I like to admit when I thought, “I should give up. This is too hard. I’m not this tough.” I look at the scars on my hands, the barbed wire scratches, and the stains ground into my skin and wonder if I want to be this tough. At my lowest point, something always happens that says, “Yes. Stay the course.” The fence-check I had one of those moments last Sunday. I woke up with a strong impression that I should check the fence around the horse pasture. This was a foolish prayer, but I prayed, “Lord, I’m glad to check the fence, but I promised You I wouldn’t work on Sunday. If it needs fixing, I’ll do it on Monday.” Yeah, right. After church, I pulled on my jeans and boots and headed to the pasture, armed only with a pair of pliers. I’m just checking the fence, not fixing it, I told myself, so I left wire and clips in the barn. Halfway around the pasture, I began to feel smug. All the wire was intact and tight. A few yards further along, I found a bad surprise. A big tree had fallen on the fence and smashed all four strands of barbed wire to the ground. The crash broke the wire down the line in several places. A gaping hole in the fence was big enough for the largest horse to walk through without scraping her sides. I didn’t dare leave it. The only option My non-existent options didn’t look good, but I tried to make a plan that didn’t involve returning to the barn for supplies. If I could get one strand loose, I could run it across the expanse and keep the horses in while I went to get a roll of barbed wire, I decided. This, of course, required me to get the wire out from under the trunk of the tree. It was bigger around than my thigh. I tugged, pushed, and tried to lift it without success. My next idea was to chop the tree in half using my pliers. I managed to knock off some bark but, after five minutes of pointless stabbing, I gave up on that idea, too. Finally, I realized I had only one option. Leave the hole. Go back to the barn and get wire and clips, and hope the horses stay in the pasture instead of wandering onto the neighbor’s property. The unlikely prayer I was already praying nonstop, but I stopped to pray again. “Lord, I need to fix this fence, but I have to have wire and I’m afraid the horses will wander right out of this hole while I’m gone. Please help me and show me what to do.” As prayers go, it wasn’t fancy. I didn’t rebuke any enemies. I didn’t offer suggestions for miraculous interventions. I just asked for help and wisdom and left the figuring-it-out to God. I stood there a moment, waiting to see if He would drop an intact fence from the sky, but He didn’t. Get going. Those two words rang in my heart. I was hesitant but I started walking down the fence line again. Pretty soon, I found one more patch of broken wire. My heart sank. The incredible answer After another few steps, I stopped in my tracks. A partial roll of barbed wire hung from a fence post. Heavy wire, suitable to make fencing clips, dangled from it. Everything I needed was already there. I stood in stunned silence for a moment. Sam was too sick the last few years to walk the fence. If he left it there, and he must have, it was several years ago. The wire was in place, years before the day I needed it. Because there wasn’t much wire on the roll, the weight was manageable and the roll easily portable. I lifted it off the post and started fencing. Just as He always does, when I didn’t know what to do, I prayed and God answered. He showed me how to get the wire freed from the smashing tree without cutting it. He gave me superhuman strength to lift the tree just enough to drag the wire from under it. In less than two hours, I was done and the fence was tight. Nothing is impossible with God This year, I faced the seemingly impossible more than once but the verse “Is anything too hard for Me?” always came to mind. (Jeremiah 32:27) The answer, every time, was no. Nothing is too hard for our Lord. Nothing is impossible.  I’ve seen this

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