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Sunday, January 25, 2015

He Will Meet You Where You Are

I've been trying to figure out how I was supposed to start this post for several days.  I start to type then erase it and start to type again and... Well, you get the point.  Pretty sure most everyone (and maybe everyone) who reads this blog figured out from my first post that I want to share some things that I know about God and His Son, Jesus,  I have wondered though if I start spouting Bible verses at you right off the bat if a good majority of you that haven't met them will click the x to close the window and be gone before I start my introduction,  Or maybe you did meet them once a long time ago and became disillusioned along the way.  I'm not kidding when I say the world is loud for a reason, constantly calling out, "Look over here! Check this out! All that Bible stuff... Meh, who needs it? Your time can be spent in much more entertaining ways!"  Distraction.  Don't kiss that frog!

I keep thinking about the story of the prodigal son.  And because I can not stop thinking about it and it gets to the point of what I wanted to share with you first, I've decided to throw caution to the wind and give it to you verbatim.  Jesus had been attracting a LOT of attention and many of the men and women that were listening to him intently were of an "undesirable sort."  The religious leaders were grumbling about "those people" which triggered a response from Jesus.

"There was once a man who had two sons. The younger said, 'Father, I want right now what's coming to me.'

So the father divided the property between them.  It wasn't long before the younger son packed his bags and left for a distant country.  There, undisciplined and dissipated, he wasted everything he had.  After he had gone through all his money, there was a bad famine all through that country and he began to hurt.  He signed on with a citizen there who assigned him to his fields to slop the pigs.  He was so hungry he would have eaten the corncobs in the pig slop, but no one would give him any.

That brought him to his senses.  He said, 'All those farmhands working for my father sit down to three meals a day, and here I am starving to death.  I'm going back to my father.  I'll say to him Father, I've sinned against God, I've sinned before you; I don't deserve to be called your son.  Take me on as a hired hand.'  He got right up and went home to his father.

When he was still a long way off, his father saw him.  His heart pounding, he ran out, embraced him, and kissed him.    The son started his speech, 'Father, I've sinned against God, I've sinned before you; I don't deserve to be called your son ever again.'

But the father wasn't listening.  He was calling to the servants. 'Quick.  Bring a clean set of clothes and dress him.  Put the family ring on his finger and sandals on his feet.  Then get a grain-fed heifer and roast it.  We're going to feast!  We're going to have a wonderful time!  My son is here--given up for dead and now alive!  Given up for lost and now found!'  And they began to have a wonderful time."                 ~The Message Luke 15:11-24

The first thing I want you to know is Jesus was describing His Father.  In God's eyes, we are all the prodigal son.  He loves you so much!  But he has given you free reign over your life.  Nonetheless, He is waiting, hoping, actually yearning for the day you will start down that long road home.  He won't wait for you to make it all the way.  He will meet you where you are.

This is the third story Jesus told those religious leaders that day.  I chose to share this one with you because it talks about the love of a father for his child.  Do you want a father like the one described here?    Strike up a conversation!  Go ahead.  Talk to Him.  You don't have to use fancy words or thee's and thou's.  He's listening.  It will be music to His ears.  I am certain of it,

See you next time.  :)


Friday, January 16, 2015

"How did I get here?"

The question had come out of nowhere.  She had been flitting about the room chattering about, well, everything that popped into her very busy (and very bright) 3 1/2-year-old mind, but mostly about our much anticipated trip to visit our grandsons in just a few more days.  She had suddenly whirled to face me and out popped the question.  In my heart of hearts, I knew what she was asking. I ignored what I knew though and dropped to one knee in front of her.  "Well, you were in Mommy's tummy and when God knew the time was just right..." 

"No, not that!" she interrupted sounding frustrated.  The troubled expression on her face as she paused spoke volumes as she struggled to find the words to help me understand.  My heart broke for her as I watched and waited.  Knowing what was coming, wondering how she would react to the knowledge, praying God would give me the words to speak and her to receive, because she obviously needed to know.  She cupped her hands on either side of my face and looked directly into my eyes, "How did I get here, Sho?"  It is amazing how much can fly through your mind in a very short span of time.  My mind whirled through the series of circumstances that had brought her and her infant sister into our home two years before.  Far more information than she needed to hear, of course, but my mind went reeling back through time anyway.  And I will tell you this.  At the same time my soul was whispering that these details were just details.  It was not the reason

I held her gaze and answered.  "Mommy brought you to us because she loves you so much." Her eyes grew puzzled, but I pressed on.  "She was having trouble making sure you girls had everything you need and because she loves you so much she wants to make sure you are always safe and sound.  So she asked if she could bring you to us and (my voice got very excited and a huge smile lit my face as I ended my explanation with) we said YES!"  A huge smile lit her face then and she fell into my arms for a huge hug and a whispered "Oh, how I love you."  And in a moment she pulled away to continue her excited chatter about our trip and which of her treasured stuffed animals she would take to share with the boys when we got there.  Our evening resumed as normal, but the thought I had had about the circumstances that had brought those sweet, sweet babies into our lives full time not being the true reason they were here would not leave me.  It has been on my mind since,  That was in November.

I first started thinking about the Don't Kiss That Frog Blog three years ago.  Coincidence?  I think not.  I was witnessing our baby girl's tumultuous life and so wanted to help her sweet Mommy break free and flourish.  Knowing their story was repeated over and over again in the lives of Mommies and babies everywhere.  Seeing it with my own eyes played out in other young women's lives right here in our tiny town.  Wanting to help them all.  My plan was to reach out to young women and as the title implies share with them what they need to know to avoid finding themselves in relationships that are doomed to fail from the start. More often than not, leaving not just their lives spiraling out of control, but a child's (or children's lives) life spiraling out of control as well.   

But I love her Daddy, too.  I know the words I need to say can help him change his life.  They can help everyone that finds themselves in a horrible circumstance. Have you ever found yourself in a place in your life where you found yourself thinking, "How did I get here?"  Maybe you are there now.   Or maybe you have a life that is great, but there is something a little off kilter.  If you have a sense of  knowing deep down there is something, or rather, someone missing that is really important, there probably is.  And it's the One who loves you most. 

I have no idea the proper blog length, but this looks like it's getting a bit long.  Besides, I think maybe I should give you some time to think about things.  Do you feel like there is something missing in your life?  Do you full blown want your life to change?  I'd like to share some things with you.  What you do with the information will be totally up to you.  I hope you come again.   

For now, I will let you know that I plan on posting once a week. (2/23/15 edit: But the reality of life with two little girls, a job and keeping house has made it clear that for now, posts are more likely to come every two weeks.)  Also, I know what I plan to share with you is controversial in today's world, so I will say that comments that are meant to goad will not be tolerated.  I hope you read.  I hope God moves.  If what I say infuriates you, kindly keep it to yourself; perhaps search for a blog that is more in tune with your personal belief. Don't waste your time and mine spewing hate.  I won't be kissing that frog.  ;)