Sunday, October 30, 2016

That Cornfield

Youth Sunday. I could hear the flutter of the butterfly wings in the boy's voice as he stood before the church and read scripture. He told us that HIS hand wasn't too short to reach down and I held my breath and watched. One by one, the sheep stood and told of HIS Abundance. The eldest of them all uplifted his body. He faced his grandson that stood behind today's pulpit and spoke of the cornfield. I envisioned a time long ago when his knees were younger, his back stronger, but a time when he was more broken than he will ever have to be again. I could see him falling to the dirt of that cornfield and The Lord reaching down, just for him.

A dozen or more had stood before Sunday School even started. I saw a young mother turn around to the squeak of that back door. Her eyes were full of the purest silver I had ever seen as the tears caught a glimpse of the light from above. We finally went to Sunday School and at the very end of class, a young man talked about why he goes to church. He said if he wasn't at church, he'd be someplace else. I really held tight to those words and let them soak into my flesh as slowly as possible. I knew I was placed here on purpose. My words could never glitter the way these gifted's do. There's no polish I could add to make a shine, quite like they speak.

A young preacher told us of a time when the land went dry. Nobody believed there was a need for an arc but one. That man was obedient and when then rains came, the people were too late to get on board. The Lord shut that door behind the obedient and his family. Another young preacher told us about the day The Lord shall come, how it will be too late for many. That door will someday shut too. People from all over will remember their cornfields, their missed opportunities, and remain with a forever longing to be someplace else.

At the end of the service I watched a little girl. She couldn't get close enough to her mommy. She held tightly to mom's shoulder and watched her lovingly. She was captivated by her mother's earrings. I could see them shine from a distance and the girl wanted so desperately to get her hands on that glimmer. There was just something about that shine.

Today, I'm praying for that cornfield. Wherever the knees are falling, His Hand will reach. I'm thankful for His Touch this morning. I'm thankful for my own cornfield, and I'm thankful for the shine. These young people were obedient today and what a great service we had because His Hand is always plentiful. He has never reached for me with an empty palm. I am Blessed once again.



Thursday, August 4, 2016

Reminded of Home

I really had not thought about it all week. The looming appointment I was instructed to make by my doctor. He wasn't completely satisfied with my recent mammogram so I needed to do some more testing. I was caught up in my busy world, I placed that one hour of my week at the bottom of my list where it remained...until today. I was doing great, until I left my house, my comfort zone. As miles passed under the tread of my tires, I decided last minute to drive through my hometown on the way to my appointment. It would only take a few minutes longer and by this time I had gotten pretty nervous. I thought if I could just get back to common ground just for a minute...I'd be okay.

I prayed for peace with whatever I was about to face but my main concern was my family. I didn't want to tell my Mama, my kids or coworkers bad news and cause them to worry. Tears were welling and the devil was stalking nearby, wanting me to stay focused on how much hurt and pain I was probably about to cause them. I wanted to block it out and again, I sought The Lord's reassurance. The devil kept pressing me to believe that I was deceitful for telling almost nobody where I really going today. My husband knew, a few coworkers, and The Lord. I continued that long drive and finally reached my hometown where I briefly found relief. I was reminded of home.

The tears had almost subsided and I decided to stop in for breakfast. A lump in my throat nearly constricted my voice as the devil placed fear right back in my bones. I managed to order, drive forward, and begin the tears again. I dropped down my sunglasses and pretended to be okay until I got to the cashier. As she was gathering my order, I noticed the lady standing near her. I recognized her as a local, we went to the same high school, she was much younger but through social media, I get to see that she is very active in my hometown community. She's a strong Christian, works in the hedges and the highways to serve her Lord and she was familiar. She reminded me of HOME.

I think if I had just opened my mouth I would have screamed, "I'm scared!!! I am terrified!!!Pray for me and my family!!!" But I couldn't speak. I reached out to hand the cashier money and she handed me my food saying, "Your meal has been paid for and you have these people to thank."

Oh, I was confused for a second, thanked the girl and drove up. As I reached the end of the parking lot, I looked down and saw this....

It was from the lady, that familiar lady from school. I started laughing. That wonderful spiritual laugh when you know you are crying your eyes out because The Lord just did ALL OF THAT for you. HE had already been planning that way ahead of time. He placed her there for me. She was serving The Lord and look what a Blessing she was to me. Again, I was reminded of HOME. I drove many miles more until the uneasy set in again. I progressed closer and closer to the hospital and my blood pulsed faster, my hands were sweating and the lump was back in my throat. The devil was wanting so hard for me to fall apart and I was trying my best not to cave.

As I was turning onto that final road that led me to the hospital, I was feeling guilty for not telling my kids or my mother where I was and what I was doing but I knew they would worry, and that wouldn't help anything. Just as the tears started to pool in my eyes again, something overhead caught my eye. It was a large flock of geese. If you ever read my story "The Calling of the Geese" then you know how special this was to me. I smiled so big my heart filled with happy. This too reminded me of HOME.

I walked into that appointment with my head held high. It didn't matter what the results were going to be, I was going to deal with it. It didn't matter what I had to go back and face my family with, I was going to deal with it. I sat next to an elderly lady and bless her heart she was more nervous than me. She wore fright upon her face so I smiled at her, spoke to her slowly, and enjoyed our few minutes together. I walked out of there with a good report this time and I'm thankful for that but as close as The Lord was the whole time...the devil was riding my skirt tale. I am so Blessed this day that The Lord took time, and reminded me of HOME.

((and thank you to the lady, not just for buying my breakfast, but for being who you are, just keep minding The Lord))