This is where I stop too many times. I read of God’s wondrous works, His miracles and His intimate interactions with real flesh and blood people like me and I want it. I want it all! The idea of my Maker, Father, but more the Creator of all things would stoop so low as to look into my face astounds me to the core of my being. Yet I want it.Read More
He said, "You need to go and I will stay here." How would I leave him here with the mess? What about my family motto? In an emergency, we stay together or we go together.
He said, "Go." I said, "Ok."Read More
I have been looking at old slides from my grandparents. This activity brought many happy thoughts to me seeing the old pictures of the vacations that they took and some that we took with them. As I think about the word remember, I came across the verse…Read More
For the past few days, I have been pondering the word giver. A giver is someone who gives to others. I have been richly blessed as the receiver of gifts from many givers in the past. The givers were family, friends, acquaintances and even strangers. And the gifts I was given included love, prayers, encouragement, time and sometimes material gifts.
In my ponderings, I recalled some of those givers. One was an older gentleman my family met at the little corner store in our neighborhood when I was about four years old. He became my substitute grandfather, who I called Granddaddy Johnson.
And the insurance salesman who witnessed to my Dad for several years and eventually led Daddy to the Lord, when I was about 7 years old. I also remember my Dad as a giver, especially when he would occasionally surprise me with a candy bar from the vending machine at the GM plant where he worked the night shift.
There was my 6th-grade teacher who cared enough to give me some encouraging advice. My first year in high school, my older brother who was in the Army volunteered to pay for my school yearbook when my parents were not able to afford the extra expense.
Much later after I was married and had four children, there was an amazing group of anonymous givers who replaced the leaky roof on our home while we were out of town for a couple of days.
There were many more givers in my life and I thank God for them all. I have come to realize it is not the nature or size of the gift that really matters, but the heart of the giver.
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Joyce Abernathy has been married to her husband Dana for almost 40 years. They have four grown children and five grandchildren. She just recently retired after working as an elementary school secretary for 20 years. She enjoys spending time with family and friends and learning new craft skills.
All week I have had the chorus of a song we sing at church running through my head, “Our God is the giver of life!” I have also spent time pondering the verse that says, “God loves a cheerful giver” (II Cor 9:7).
I found myself asking why is a cheerful giver so important to the Lord that His Word says He loves them? And the simple answer is that a being a cheerful giver is what is best for me from my Lord!
He knows, and I am learning that seeing life through His eyes and perspective enables me to accept the moments that He is regularly giving me! But being able to recognize these gifts requires me getting my eyes some spiritual glasses.
My daughter graduated college this past Saturday in Milledgeville, my school also had their graduation that Saturday and all my children returned home. These all seem like reasons to celebrate, and I did! But I was also running around like a crazy person, so focused on the next thing, feeling my level of peace slip through my fingers.
Sunday when Lisa emailed our word for the week and I began pondering and asking the Lord what He wanted me to remember or know about giver, I immediately began to feel a shift in my spirit. Suddenly I was able to see the beautiful blue sky and green leaves blowing in the breeze and breathe in the Peace and Quiet that the Giver had provided for me!
He gives me moments all the time, but sadly, too often I am running so hard that I don’t recognize them. God loves a cheerful giver because in order to be able to give cheerfully I have to be in a place where I am recognizing the gifts the Lord is giving me, then giving becomes a natural overflow toward others.
So, cheerful giving is representative of being in close relationship with my Heavenly Father.
Each of you should give what you have decided in your heart to give, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver. 2 Corinthians 9:7
Kelly Harvie has been married to her husband Matt for 28 years. They have five grown children with only one left in college. Kelly spends her time caregiving for her husband, connecting with her children, working at Artios and as much time reading as she can find!
During the study of Ruth, the Lord had shown me that one area He is trying to refine in my life is fear. I have always been very shy and struggled with fear a lot. As I thought back over the lessons on Ruth, I realized I had written down more of my thoughts than is typical for me.
During the conversation with my friend, she helped me to see that this writing challenge is part of God’s refinement process and he has been using the study of Ruth to help prepare me to trust him more.Read More
For about the first year and a half we were swimming in the deep ocean never knowing how we would survive each day. It was very bitter, hard to digest. But we did each new thing God gave us to do in His strength. He was our life raft. About the time we hit that year and half mark my youngest asked me a question. He asked, “Mom, if you could go back and none of this had happened, would you?”Read More
With a mother's love and affectionate attachment to you, we were very happy to share with you not only the gospel of God but also our lives - because you had become so dear to us. 1 Thessalonians 2:8 tpt
For Mother's Day ~ In dedication to my mom and grateful for her love and encouragement and to all the spiritual mothers out there who encourage, support and love unceasingly in Jesus' name! Thank YOU!
For two years before this previous year, I began or closed my teaching time with these words from 1 Thessalonians. I paraphrased the verse so that my message to the women gathered was more personal. It wasn't a marketing ploy or a catchy mantra to hook people into listening. These words were heartfelt because I truly did feel an affection for every woman gathered together for Bible study.
"I love you so much, ladies, I am delighted to share with you not only the Gospel of God, but my life as well because you are so dear to me!"
One night I spoke this out and from somewhere toward the back, I heard, "And you are so dear to us!" I was stunned and delighted all at the same time. It was a light bulb moment. For truly the first time I realized the affection was flowing two ways.
Unfortunately, I didn't know all the women as intimately as I would have liked. Their faces were all familiar to me. Often we greeted one another with warm smiles and salutations and left one another with hugs. But what I really wanted was to be able to meet with each woman one on one over coffee and get to know her story and her heart. There simply were not enough weeks in the year to do what I wanted to do.
Names of women resounded with joy in my heart because of the number of times I called them aloud before our Father in prayer. They were all the women Father had entrusted to me for two years with a mission of making disciples of the Lord Jesus Christ in my community through the in-depth and careful study of His Word.
It wasn't a volunteer position. I was called of God and I knew it. There was no large expanse of time in my schedule with which I could, in my own strength, fulfill this role of leading women through 30 weeks of Bible study each year. I had no margin lying open in my life so that this mission would easily make sense as my next order of Kingdom business.
In fact looking back now, I was (and still am) a pretty unlikely candidate. Teaching is not one of my prominent gifts. There's no big Beth Moore or Priscilla Shirer teaching voice booming forth from this girl. The gift of administration is not a high point on my resume. Plus, I was already working a full-time job, my mother-in-law was in hospice, my husband was forced into retirement and received a life-altering medical diagnosis all at the same time. In short, my life felt pretty stretched to capacity.
I was an unlikely candidate.
Yet, God called my name to lead this Bible study group with a mission to make disciples of the Lord Jesus Christ in my community with love and care for all the women who would come. I heard in my spirit that He was calling me to this role for a short time. My heart desire was to do this for the Lord. Still, I felt a need to tell Him about all of my time constraints and commitments and such. As if He didn't know my life...
We talked it out. The Lord and me. He knows my heart. My Father knows that I walk around my life most of the time with my hand in the air and crying out, "Ooh, ooh pick me. Pick me!" So, He knew I wanted to say yes to this, but I still asked Him for three things:
- Seeking affirmation of my call, I wanted someone from the current leadership team to call me and ask me to pray about being their new leader.
- I wanted Father to stretch and protect my time each week and provide His teaching for me to present each week.
- I asked Him to fill my heart with His love for every woman such that I could honestly say, "I love you so much I am delighted to share with you not only the Gospel of God but my life as well because you have become so dear to me."
As happens when it really is the Lord on the move and fulfilling His plans, everything happened just as He had directed me. Within a month or so I received a phone call from a woman in leadership asking if I would pray about being the new teaching director. I told her I would pray, and I did. I went back to my Father and thanked Him for answering my prayer for a phone call.
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. 2 Corinthians 12:9 niv
After I accepted the position, God made provision for me to go to training in Colorado Springs. My calling was confirmed way out there on the other side of the US gathered together with other called servants of God. Though I couldn't fathom how it would all come together I returned home confident that if my Father called me He would equip me.
I continued to ask my Father for His protection over my time. Truly, I wanted Him to clear my calendar and resolve all the hard things in my life so I could give this new position my full attention. However, His assurance to me was His assurance to Paul - "My grace is sufficient for you".
Nothing was removed from my schedule during those two years. I learned reliance on my Father for time and study and words. He taught me by His presence and from His word, and I was the greatest beneficiary. From the overflow of my time with Him, I had something to offer to others each week. His grace was sufficient, and I saw Him daily stretch my time.
AND... He filled my heart with love. His love was full in my heart for every woman. Not because I'm super-human in the love department. And please don't get the impression that every relationship was warm and fuzzy. There's no such thing as perfection in ministry.
Truth. Outside of my immediate family, I've never been so challenged to speak the truth in love, keep short accounts, and forgive with extravagance. Leading multi-faceted people in one unified direction is not for the faint of heart. Honestly, I was humbled by my consistent need to ask forgiveness for myself. My knees and my heart were raw in a good tenderized kind of way by the end of my term.
I learned a lot. The experiences developed my sincere appreciation for my pastors, and my prayers for all the leaders in my life became much more compassionate and loving. Additionally, I learned to rely even more on the Lord to teach me and mold me as the leader He wanted me to be.
My weaknesses were glaringly clear to me from the beginning, and probably to everyone else. Though the ladies were extraordinarily gracious toward me. The encouragement of those who had gone before and the prayers of many bolstered my desire to persevere.
However, between me and my Lord, my inability to live out this 1 Thessalonians truth was obvious. I wanted to love everyone. But how?
- How could I genuinely love such a wide variety of women with a pure heart like Jesus?
- How did Paul, the apostle do it?
Recently I have been reading the various letters Paul sent to the churches. When he wrote about his love for all the saints I had to wonder if he really meant everyone. I mean from what I gather Paul was a fairly crusty character. I imagine him with a bit of a temper and impatient.
Paul certainly had no problem separating himself from his Christian brothers, Barnabas and Mark. He too seemed an unlikely candidate to be chosen by God. Yet Paul wrote many letters of great encouragement, love, and affection for ALL the brothers and sisters in Christ.
We know from reading his letters, Paul too was humbled and tenderized by the presence of the Lord, the kindness of Jesus to bring him to repentance and God's calling on his life. Paul suffered greatly at the hands of those who opposed the message of the Gospel. His body was beaten and bloodied, and surely his heart was crushed by those God called him to serve.
Paul, along with those he discipled, chose to love for the sake of Christ. He loved in obedience. He forgave in obedience. He served in obedience. And then as he moved from place to place on his mission journeys for Christ, the love in his heart created a longing to hear about their faith and a hope for being reunited with them again.
For me, 'how to love' was found in my surrender to live out this scripture truth. When I bent my knees before the Father and lifted the names of every woman before Him, He sowed seeds of love for them in my heart. As I opened my heart and made myself vulnerable with the stories of my own life, Father added fertile soil around the sprouts of love growing in my heart. And as I shared with the women the truth of the Gospel message, my Lord watered the garden full of love blooms with each woman's name written on each one!
Lastly, I was determined to obey Jesus and follow Him where He led me in His Word. If His Word would boldly declare that sharing the Gospel and my life would develop my care for others, then I would boldly declare my love for them from my lips to their ears as often as I had the opportunity.
Father was true to His word and He called me out of that leadership place just as He had called me in. And even in the separation, the love for the women remains in my heart. I remember our time together with great fondness, and as they individually come to mind I still lift a prayer on their behalf. From time to time we run into each other and embrace with the JOY of sisterhood.
In a small way, I feel I have begun to understand the words of Paul in his letters to the churches as the gospel continued to be spread by the power of Holy Spirit.
"We give thanks to God always for all of you, constantly mentioning you in our prayers, remembering before our God and Father your work of faith and labor of love and steadfastness of hope in our Lord Jesus Christ." 1 Thessalonians 1:2-3 esv
Loving all people with a love that delights to share life and the Gospel of God is a miracle only God can do. I take no credit, and I pray my Father will continue to call my name and teach me things I don't know.
As Paul wrote in the book of Colossians, God reveals His mysteries of love and grace to us. I love to learn God's mysteries sitting right at His feet and serving side by side with Him in His Kingdom work. Here's a mystery I hope I never forget and continue to repeat for the rest of my life...
I love you so much I am delighted to share with you not only the Gospel of God but my life as well because you have become so dear to me!
Eyes on Jesus... you're shining!
What mission or project is God calling you to for which you need His grace to be sufficient?
Is there something Father God is asking you to say yes to, but you don't feel equipped? Do you seem an unlikely candidate?
Would it change your response to God if you embraced the truth that He won't fail? We all stumble and learn and grow through our shortcomings, but God does not fail!
I bless you to say yes to Father's call on your life, fix your eyes on Him and shine with His glory in Jesus' Name.
Recently I joined a small group of women for five weeks of pondering sessions through the Biblical book of Ruth and my devotional book 31 Days of Gleaning with Ruth: questioning my way through a famine season was our discussion guide. My devotional book used a list of 31 words and each word was the topic from which each daily devotional was written. At the same time, the book of Ruth was the subject matter for study in God's Word.
It's an interesting concept. I hope you might purchase a copy for your summer reading and ask a couple of friends to join you in a discussion group.
At the end of our five weeks together, we joined in fellowship around a table to share a meal and discuss some of our gleanings from our time together. One woman suggested that we continue together through the summer by writing creatively on one word. She asked if I would be willing to send out 'a word' a week for each of us to ponder and write about.
Obviously, I said, "Of course, I would love to do this summer creative writing with y'all!" And here we are with our first word:
I'm going to set my timer for five minutes and see how far I get with this one word prompt today. Don't be afraid to try. Do it scared, I say! Come on jump in. You'll like it!
He who is full loathes honey, but to the hungry even what is bitter tastes sweet.
Proverbs 27:7 NIV
It is the maddening month of May as a good friend calls this beautiful spring month in the south. If you have children who are school age or have any association with schools you probably know what she means by the maddening month of May.
Here in my community, we've deemed May far more chaotic for the family life than the month of December!
Anyway, in this month of May, I think of graduations and prom and college visits, and I think of weddings. All of these events have a tendency to cause parents and grandparents to exclaim, "It's all so bittersweet!"
As for children and graduations, proms and the like, this is an exciting time of growing up. All of these activities are mile-markers of maturity, which eventually lead to those precious babies climbing up on the edge of the nest. And you know what's next; with a bit of a nudge, they flap their baby wings and begin to fly!
I constantly reminded our sons that we were in the business of raising them to be responsible and independent men who would long to leave our nest to make their own one day. All that nudging out onto the edge was prompted by some bitter moments. Many of us will face those issues which help us to accept the fact they are not meant to live with us in our home forever. They are the bitter in the bittersweet.
Oh, but the JOY of watching them fly free! Now that is sweet...
(Five minutes are up... I'm going to finish my ponder though. I'm on a roll)
The Proverb above reminded me of the bittersweet of growing young boys into men. Parenting is not for the faint of heart or the impatient or the perfectionist. In fact, I'm pretty sure God gave me children to help scrub all of those things right out of my character.
As parents, at all the various stages, we get hungry. We hunger for some sign of success. In the drought seasons of family life, we wonder if any of those seeds we planted have taken root. We long for evidence.
I'm not even asking for fruit, Lord. Could you just show me a sprout? Something green so I know there's something rooted down there below the surface!"
I've never really thought about this proverb of God in this light, but today I see it. I know God's Word is true. And yes, sometimes in parenting, we grow hungry. Some of the perfection we once longed for fades in light of some bitter circumstances. However, the love of God filled up in a parent will cause even the bitter to taste sweet as the circumstances become an opportunity for discipleship.
Lord, Jesus, may we hunger just enough that we crave You in the bitter knowing you will turn our dining with You to sweetness. Help us to be filled up with Your love for our children and for our neighbors. And may give thanks to You, God, for all the bittersweet moments You allow in our lives because they are evidence of life and growth and maturity.
Eyes on You, Jesus... let us Shine with Your glory!
This is a space for pondering. It’s a place for writing with pictures. You’ll find scripture here. And One Word Ponders, in which one word is used as a writing prompt from which to launch written thoughts. I most often catch a word which seems to be repeated in a certain scripture, and then a song. Or maybe I keep hearing that word in a sermon or conversation. As a special friend is known to say, the word seems to be highlighted.
As I ponder that one word, I ask Holy Spirit, “What do You want me to know about this word? What do You want to teach me from Your Word for my life today?”
And as I settle in with prayer, one word and scripture, He teaches me and my fingers begin to type. It seems the thoughts move from my brain through my heart and out into my arms and fingers to touch the keys. Eventually the ponders become words and then sentences. Hopefully cohesive ponders are not just for me, though they help me walk close to Jesus, but are found by you to be an encouragement on your journey!
I love when others want to share their ponders with the Lord and through scripture and real life circumstances. Here you will find ponders written by others who have been brave enough to say “Yes!” to the prompting of Holy Spirit.
Welcome! Enjoy. And do let me know if you have something to share for the glory of God and the edification of His body.