Can You Tell Time?

Ecclesiastes 3: 1-10 A Time for Everything

1 There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven—

2 A time to give birth and a time to die;
A time to plant and a time to uproot what is planted.

3 A time to kill and a time to heal;
A time to tear down and a time to build up.

4 A time to weep and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn and a time to dance.

5 A time to throw stones and a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace and a time to shun embracing.

6 A time to search and a time to give up as lost;
A time to keep and a time to throw away.

7 A time to tear apart and a time to sew together;
A time to be silent and a time to speak.

8 A time to love and a time to hate;
A time for war and a time for peace.

9 What profit is there to the worker from that in which he toils? 10 I have seen the task which God has given the sons of men with which to occupy themselves.

Our calendar’s are an allusion of our yesterday’s or our tomorrows. Our watches pinch and pull us in all directions. The sun and the moon do their dance of sky regardless or when we rise or lay down. God’s time piece does not document time in numbers.

I am more aware of time than ever before. The awareness is both bitter and sweet. Sometimes both at the same time. Under heaven’s timepiece, I really have no idea what time it is. In fact, I cannot tell time anymore.  A time to search or a time to give up as lost? A time to be silent or a time to speak? A time to weep or a time to dance? (I guess you have an idea what’s on my mind?)

I am on God’s time. And the best use of that economy of time, is to ask Him. What time is it? For me? Today? For you? Now? You’ve heard perhaps, God is never late nor early, but always right on time, but sometimes I wish He would hurry! (author unknown)

My husband Bucky, quit wearing a watch to appease me. His tie to time made me feel crazy. God does have such a sense of humor. Bucky still, always can guess the time, give or take a minute. He is just one of those people with a keen sense of earthly time. It’s a good thing or we would have missed many a plane or school play without his prompts. My family knows better than to rely on my sense of time. In fact, it’s kind of a joke. “If it’s up to mom, we will always be late.” (Okay, so I confess to being rebellious about time!)  So, I am not suggesting your throw out your clocks. Time may well make the world turn, but God’s clock measures increments of life events.

Are you toiling with time or are you on God’s time with your task. We are best scheduled if we admit that we cannot tell time. Not, God’s time clock. There is a time for everything under heaven, but it’s God’s time that calls our appointments. Use it well to invest in His economy for building a Kingdom that lasts forever.

I just heard God whisper. . .

“It’s a a time to gather stones. . .three in fact. . .And I’ll help you aim them just where they will have the most impact for victory. ” (See what I mean. The timely things I suggested were not on His timeline for me at all.) That’s proof again, I cannot tell time under the heavens!

. . . I am with intention opening the cover to my life’s time piece. . .

. . .Open to His Hands to set, to move, to strike as appointed. . .

A World Shift?

Walt Disney owns the copyright. No infringement intended. “I See The Light,” a song from Disney’s 50th Animated Film “Tangled” Performed by Mandy Moore and Zachary Levi. Music by Alan Menken Lyrics by Glenn Slater

How did that affect you? Perhaps one day when Jesus comes again, we all ascend into the air in a beautiful display of God’s Glory. I disappear into my calling in places like this, I fall into the sacred  in the secular. Maybe melt is a better term. My first movie theater experience was The Sound of Music. My mother took me at three years old and she said, I did not move. She kept checking me to make sure I was still breathing, I was so still. My oldest daughter Hope and I share this same heart composure with music. She sent this to me last night on a study break. (Okay, so she has a wide variety of interests: Hedge Hogs to Disney!) She has a sweet, musical heart.

Fog. It’s just misery. We cannot see where we are going, cannot gather our bearings, and the cold, dampness of it blankets us in a chill to our bones. Truth is we are in a fog, heading out of a fog or heading into one. It’s just one of the weather conditions of our heart world. We navigate is with great challenge. We are not meant to do it alone. We need a compass to find our true north. 

The compass is His Light.

 Partial Lyrics

“And at last I see the light
And it’s like the fog has lifted
And at last I see the light
And it’s like the sky is new
And it’s warm and real and bright
And the world has somehow shifted
All at once everything looks different
Now that I see you”

I am a romantic at heart, I am a Disney Girl. But this goes far beyond Disney, even their creative genius, does not touch the Glory to which we are made. I’m calling out to you from my dense fog. It is what it is. I am not walking it alone. (Thank you friends and family that love me so well, with supporting Team Tracey at the upcoming ALS walk, meals, cards, prayers, smiles, projects, Bible Studies, text messages :), happies, flowers. . .) My foggy world shifts because of His workings through you.

If I could right now, in the midst of your fog, I’d look you right in the eyes and tell you, this is not your reality in Christ. The fog is a temporary worldly heart condition.

Your reality is one day the fog will lift and your sky is new. Revelation 21:5 Then He who sat on the throne said, “Behold, I make all things new.” And He said to me, “Write, for these words are true and faithful.”

Your reality is the light we see in His Word and in each other. Ephesians 5:8 for you were formerly darkness, but now you are Light in the Lord, walk as children of Light.

Your reality is somehow your world has shifted, now that you see Jesus. Matthew 6:6 The Message      “Here’s what I want you to do: Find a quiet, secluded place so you won’t be tempted to role-play before God. Just be there as simply and honestly as you can manage. The focus will shift from you to God, and you will begin to sense his grace.

Now, my world and his world and her world is Disney perfect. Hardly! 😦 This amazing youtube, reminds us : “It’s warm, it’s real, it’s bright.” I don’t know the when, where nor how of my worldly shift or yours.

But I do know to expect it’s coming. Right here, right now in our quiet, secluded place, I won’t role play. I’ll be as simple and honest as I can manage and shift our focus to God.

“Dearest Papa, I get so cold in this fog. Honestly, I hate it. I long for warm, bright light. I’m drawn into the beauty of this video because that reflects the reality for which you created me. Make things new in me, and may I “walk” as a child of YOUR LIGHT, no matter my circumstance. In Your Son’s Name, Amen and Amen””

What I Miss? What I Don’t Miss?

What I Miss: This could be tooooo long, so put on your red cape, and we’ll take a short cut through the woods together. cute-pug-dog-sad-face-crying

(Random order)

Kingdom Play (did I sometimes look foolish for Jesus, I hope so!)

Hanging up ironed shirts (thank you Velma) by colors (I know I spoiled Bucky, don’t read this men)

Being in the Kitchen Doing for the Girls and catching their lives (some things I pretended NOT to hear!)

Ministry Things (even when an explosion cut out the electricity just two hours pre-conference!)

Folding Warmed Towels (triple fold the only way, right mom?)

Rocking Babies Long Past When They Are Asleep with damp heads on my arm (the secret is their comfort put me to sleep)

Comfort Food Served by My Hand (that does not count burned rolls or under-cooked chicken fingers :()

The Intimacy of Handwriting (I never had the beautiful handwriting I wanted until I took the leisure course on calligraphy and found a temporary love!)

The Feel of Grass Under My Feet (as long as I did not step in dog poop!)

Using My Voice as an Instrument (God forgive the echoes of a clanging cymbal!)

What I Don’t Miss: happy_face-at_desert

Any Standard of Style.              Who cares? I’m clean with a splash of color.

“Mom, you are wearing that?!” Comments

Being Cut-Off in Traffic !!!          There are not too many psycho wheel chair drivers and traffic jams

Rabbit Food for Lunch.       Calorie counting with salads, salads, salads.

Chasing Dust Balls for Exercise.       Now I lounge in a heated pool (not exactly)

Choosing a pair of shoes  from my array of color and seasonal selections.                One Pair matches all! My AFOs!

The “What’s for dinner, honey?”

Things getting lost in my closet.        Simplicity       Simplicity        Simplicity

The need for make up.            Only do that on occasion for Hope.

Pretense.           My body won’t let me.

Hair perfection.          oh, well, too bad, get over it!!!

Standing in long lines with stressed out people!!!

Chasing Mollie out the door again!     You are part of the family if you’ve been the victim of her cunning game.

Getting Up Early.           I only managed civility before 1:00pm

P.S. We’ve got to take ourselves lightly so we fly through some of this foggy ground cover to better heights!

Sunday Smorgasbord August 25 2013

Today my needs are all over the place so I offer you Truth to make beauty of the somethings that smear across our lives. . .Into Scared Beauty

Welcome Home

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Let’s talk. I have a personal story I want to share with you, get in your favorite chair, a hot cup of coffee/tea and open your heart. I’ve not shared this with anyone. It’s one of my God secrets. But God told me it’s time to share some of our adventures together, so here we go.

I once met a single woman, and I felt struck at my knees. Some of you may think I’m crazy (it does not really matter what you think of me, just get a God-Thing with it), love struck me down. I really did feel unstable. . .And I heard God just whisper, “you are gonna love this one . . . .well.” So, I’m trying to maintain polite conversation while I’m wishing I could sit down with a cool wash cloth to my forehead. After finishing an introduction, I turned quickly to conceal my face. I had no idea if it was ashen white or beat red.

There have been lots of ins and outs (get it? In and out of doors ;)) with this friendship, but God kept my toe just inside the threshold, to my delight, because frankly, any involvement on my part, and I could experience HIS SHEER DELIGHT FOR THIS WOMAN. There has been lots of Kingdom Play along the way, but I want to share our, Welcome Home Story.

I pulled into her driveway, thrilled she was not home to leave a little something at her back door. I felt God say, “Put it in park, we have work to do.” It was quiet with no words from Him. . .And then I sensed a vision unfolding, with Him inside her home. Waiting for her, like an expectant young bridegroom. . .to swept her off her feet. I could envision our Jesus peering through her door curtain. . . .It was one of the most beautiful God-moments I’ve had. . .I was taken in by the moment she would step through the threshold of His life for her. (It still brings sweet tears to my eyes.) I prayed into this divine dynamic I was witnessing in His supernatural realm. He never asked me to share this with her. I don’t know what God did with it in her regard. I just relished my part in the play.

We left and shared a quiet drive home in which He spoke to me about thresholds. (That will have to be a different post ;)) But the point of this post is His: Welcome Home. How we are welcomed home, means everything. It’s our re-entry from the world. Chances are our day has had it’s share of challenges. God is waiting with open arms to swoop you up, yes you guys too! And herein is our opportunity. . .are we aware of our re-entry into His embrace?

What kind of welcome home ambassador are you for a friend, a child, a spouse, family? That moment is sacred transition and sets the tone for the evening. What little things can you do make it special? Light a candle? Write a note on the door? “Close your eyes” and pop a favorite candy in their mouth. Take time to look them in the eyes. Smell of warm baked cookies when they walk in the door? Bread maker warm bread? Or a quick bread like banana bread? Worship music on? A warm blanket around their shoulders? Small vase with roses? What about clapping? Why not?

Welcome Home  ~  God