Monthly Archives: April 2012

In A Hurry?

Honduras_2010-Monday_Work_007In a hurry to meet us, little Stephanie from Honduras, grabbed one wrong flip-flop.

I know that because the next day, she had on one of the same ones, and it’s mate.

This brought a question to my heart.  Are we in that big of a rush to meet with Jesus? 

So hurried that we scramble each morning, hoping not to miss an opportunity to show Him how much we love Him?

Probably not—for most of us.  I know I like things orderly.  Timely.  Even though I have found I work best under pressure—I like to take my time, plan things out—cross all the “t’s” and dot all the “i’s”.  Sometimes I even get distracted on my way to meet with Him in my morning devotion.  I spy some laundry in front of the machine, decide now is a good time to put on a load to wash—you know—while I read and pray.

Then, my feet feel the grainy remnants of yesterday on the floor.  I grab the broom. 
And as I step on the sidetracks of the morning, I remind myself of my purpose.

Spend time with Jesus.  Meet with Him.  Go to Him.  First.  While the day is yet fresh—without the beads of perspiration.

One of many things I have taken away from our Mission Trip to Honduras is the way the children ran to meet us every single morning. 

Who knows how long they waited at the top of the hill.  (Sidenote:  There is One waiting for you today….at the top of whatever hill you are trying to climb…ask for help…)

While in Honduras, my roommate, Marcella and I rose very early every morning in anticipation of what the day would bring.  Knowing we needed to tuck into our hearts every single fragment of the day—tie it securely and never forget what God has done—where He brought us from—and where the journey would lead us all—as we take His hand and grip it fiercely. 

All the way home.

“Very early in the morning, while it was still dark, He got up, went out, and made His way to a deserted place.  And He was praying there.”  Mark 1:35 NIV

We don’t have much more of the journey ahead.  Meet with Jesus in the quiet place.

The early place. 

 Give Him your day—before it takes over your mind….let Him have it all.

There have been many times—my quiet time was when the house was still again—after the ravages of the day had taken it’s toll–that was when He refreshed my soul, refueled my mind—and it was needed.  So necessary.

Whatever your time—wherever or however it takes place—meet with Him.

Not much time left….

© The Knightly News 2007-2012

Go Ahead….arrest me!

After watching this brief video clip–the southern mama in me rose up…and I said…”tear her fanny up!”

Okay, don’t write me any “hate mail”…but really.  Can you see yourself there?  Not the dad—filming the ridiculous display of what many of our children are “daily” doing to parents…but do you see yourself as the whiney child on the floor?  Uhmm…what would your mother or dad have done?  If  you answered “tear her fanny up”…you are from my generation….if you answered, “put her in time out and take away her “blankey”…uhmmm, I’m not sure where you are from, but seriously, I don’t want to be around your kids.

As I watched this “precious brat child” on the floor (sorry that slipped out) I thought of how often we react to God when He asks us to do the “simplest” things…really.  You don’t believe me?  Press the rewind button on your last episode with God’s voice in your ear/heart and check again.

That’s what I thought.  A definite whine.  “But I can’t do that….I don’t know how….what if they laugh at me….what if they don’t listen….what if….”

It’s a whine.  No matter how you word it…sweeten it…it’s still a whine.

I know.  I’ve done it.

I think today should be –“remove the thumb from your mouth and stop whining day”.   (Yes, even my grandson, Zack! DO IT ZACK!)

Okay.  Sorry.  This was a very non-spiritual sounding post

…but she started it…..

Oh and to clarify, MSN news article had stated in their title that she “avoided” chores…she didn’t.  She just made the headlines…. and probably over 1,000 Americans will watch this today-tonight and have varying opinions.  One observed she was in her pajamas…and that it should be “expected” for her to act this way when tired….Whatever.

Okay…so NOT spiritual.  Sorry y’all.  It won’t happen again.