I love to watch people, seeing them interacting, having a good time together. However, in my observations, I have also noticed that sometimes little children will look to their parents and their parents don’t notice them. The parent is involved in something else, and the child does not get the eye contact for which he or she is searching. The moment of connection the child is looking for is lost.Read More
So this week I combined two words for which I had been asking the Lord to show me His insight. These words are Father and Sojourn. What I heard from Him was the reminder that
He, my Father, is with me wherever I go.
So when my sojourn is to a place I don’t understand, a difficult place in life, I just need to be patient and do what He asks me to do, remembering that this is a temporary place, and it too shall pass.
This is just what the Israelites did with Joshua when they came across a block in their path. They were told to circle the huge wall of Jericho for six days, and that He, God, would deliver them from this difficult place. They obeyed God's strange request to circle the wall for six days straight and waited for Him to move. Nothing appeared to happen for six days, but then on the seventh day a miracle happened and the walls came tumbling down. Oh, what a reward they received for their simple obedience and trust in The Father.
I want that too God! Thank You, Father, for reminding me that you are always with me and that sojourns are temporary.
~ Meet Dana Charbonneau ~
Dana Charbonneau has been married for 33 years to Edward. They have three wonderful grown children, and just recently their third grandchild was born. Dana was a special ed teacher for many years and now enjoys substituting in special education classes. Having moved 15 times in her life, she now especially enjoys sharing life with friends and family around the country.
My earthly father was a large man, 6’4” and solid. He made me feel safe and my favorite place to sit was wrapped up on his lap. I felt small and protected, feminine and not too much. I didn’t have to fight anything while I was safely ensconced on his lap. It was a place of peace for me.Read More
June 6th marks the 10-year anniversary of my husband’s accident. My husband was changed forever, our family was changed forever, our marriage was changed forever. And each year as we near the anniversary date I feel the weight of remembering. Some years have been easier than others, but for some reason this 10-year mark has been heavy. Sometimes memories sneak up on you, and out of nowhere it slams into you taking your breath away…Read More
The future has seemed dark grey and cloudy, but the ground below us continues to feel scorched and broken. And yet, when we dare to look closely seeds scattered in the drought seem to be pushing shoots of green through the surface to peek into the sun.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.
Meet Joyce Abernathy
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!