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It Ain’t Over…

Sometimes we don’t know what to pray.  Sometimes we have prayed until we have no words left.  Sometimes we are so wounded and feel so beaten down that we don’t know what to say. Tonight is one of those nights.  I know in Whom I have believed.  I know He never breaks a promise.  I will wait, but I know the miracle is coming. It ain’t over!

In Jesus’ name!

C.

 

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Monday, Monday….

He tried again today. He just doesn’t give up.

The one to which I refer is the devil or any of his minions. After battling a sinus migraine for all of Sunday, I worked to prepare for work this morning. The pain in my head had eased somewhat, but it lurked in my temples and cheekbones making me aware that it could flare up at any moment.

So, armed with my glasses, some prescriptions in case I had a flare up, and the rest of my gear, I headed out. Since sometimes caffeine tends to soothe a headache, I decided I would drive thru and get a coke. I know it is probably one of the most unhealthy things I could drink and I don’t normally drink them, but today I was only thinking of my headache.

There were not many cars and the line was short, but as I got closer to the window, I began watching the person in the car behind me. It was a younger lady and she was flustered. She was trying to get her make up on and pulling forward while using the rear view mirror to apply mascara. I thought about it for a moment and it seem like someone whispered, “Pay for her breakfast.” So, when I got to the window, I asked the lady if I could pay for the person’s order in the car behind me. She said, “Sure!” and it was done. It wasn’t much…about five dollars, but as I exited the drive thru, I began to pray that somehow in some small way the lady’s day would be blessed and whatever lay ahead for her that she would know that someone cared.

I drove to work with resolve to implement some things that I had thought out over the weekend. There were some things I wanted to change, talk through, ideas to be shared, etc… I walked in and unlocked my office and began my day and within thirty minutes things started to unravel.

It wasn’t just one thing. The headache lingered and some other physical symptoms began to develop. Ideas that once seemed good no longer seemed like they would be the correct approach. Meetings and issues and the general daily activities suddenly seemed overwhelming to me. By mid-morning, I was shaky and I felt I was losing my composure.

I made it through several required duties and then excused myself for the day. I came home to find that I was running a low grade temp and my eyes were burning. Several signs pointed to the fact that I was physically unwell. After trying to work for a bit, I decided I needed to lie down.

I slept for a couple of hours. At this point, I am not sure how long. I just know it was deep sleep and I felt a bit refreshed. I began to take care of some paperwork and other things I had brought home with me, hoping the day wouldn’t be a total loss.

I never thought again about the girl at the restaurant until this evening. I mentioned it to a friend and I told her to beware of random acts of kindness. It seemed like once I paid for the breakfast everything else went downhill. Then, I began to think a little more about it and I wondered if perhaps by caring and praying for that lady and hoping for a blessed day for her if I had brought spiritual warfare on myself?

I don’t know for certain, but maybe she was spared some trial or adversity today and instead it was directed back at me. I know I felt to do that for a reason. I may never know why. Perhaps it was all the physical symptoms affecting me that caused my day to seem overwhelming. Perhaps the devil did not like me reaching out. I choose to think I made him angry or I stirred something up in the spiritual realm because I took a few moments to pray and to reach out.

I don’t know what tomorrow holds, but if there is some way that I can lighten someone else’s burden, I pray that God will allow me to do so…even if it might cause me to have a more difficult day. Maybe tomorrow I will recognize the attack and have a stronger defense.

Until next time,

C.

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My Father’s Eyes…

 

This week has been a whirlwind of preparing for the beginning of the school year, and on Thursday, we had a surprise lunch/meeting at a local restaurant. You may have read my previous post in Sunsets about the physical therapy visit. Little did I know that my uninjured leg would develop issues from that session and after much pain and another doctor visit, to help keep my balance and support my legs, I started using a cane. So, two female co-workers and I carpooled to the restaurant and I decided I didn’t want to have the cane while trying to do a buffet, so they flanked me on both sides like body guards to make sure I didn’t lose my balance. Can I just say I work with great people?!

We headed into the restaurant and they tried to get me to sit down while they fixed my food. I did hand over my drink cup and decided to try and fix a plate of food and I made it to the table and realized I wanted a salad. I saw the salad bar had only shredded lettuce. Now, I don’t know if you are aware of this, but shredded lettuce and other greens have been treated in a chemical wash to keep them from turning brown after they are shredded. I happen to be allergic to this chemical wash, so one of my co-workers asked about other types of lettuce for me. They told her that was the only kind they had.

Well, I decided I would try because at other restaurants they usually mix romaine and other greens with the shred. I walked to the counter and one of the managers came over to assist me. I began to explain that I had an allergy to the chemical wash and asked if they happened to have any other packaged lettuce. I got halfway through my second sentence and he blurted out:

“You have gorgeous eyes!”

Now, those of you who know me also know this is not the kind of remark I know how to respond to and that my face and ears began to slowly catch on fire. The heat spread into my cheeks and I tried to continue to explain my dilemma about the lettuce. He apologized and said they just had no other kind of lettuce and stopped mid-sentence and said:

“My God, your eyes are gorgeous!”

About this time I decided to forget the lettuce because my entire face was on fire and I am sure it was bright red and glowing. I thanked him and moved away from the counter and back to my table. I gave up on the salad and ended up with a few raisins, some pickles, and pineapple. I had to have a moment to compose myself and of course, when I explained to my co-workers they had a great time teasing me. I sat there as the meeting began and slowly cooled down and something whispered inside my head:

“The eyes are windows to the soul.” ~William Shakespeare

The more I thought about it, the more I prayed that what he saw in me was a reflection of Jesus in my eyes. Perhaps he was remarking on the shape or the color of my eyes, or maybe how they were reflected in the blue top I was wearing. I don’t know. That doesn’t matter to me.

I just want people to be able to see Jesus in me. I want my eyes to reflect His work in me and His presence in my life. Maybe that is why it happened. The more it lingered in my thoughts, the more I began to think about an old song Gary Chapman wrote and Amy Grant sang-Father’s Eyes. I thought I would share the words with you:

Father’s Eyes

I may not be every mother’s dream for her little girl
And my face may not grace the mind of everyone in the world
But that’s all right as long as I can have one wish I pray
When people look inside my life, I want to hear them say

[Chorus:]
She’s got her Father’s eyes, her Father’s eyes
Eyes that find the good in things
When good is not around
Eyes that find the source of help
When help just can’t be found
Eyes full of compassion, seeing every pain
Knowin’ what you’re going through, and feeling it the same
Just like my Father’s eyes
My Father’s eyes
My Father’s eyes
Just like my Father’s eyes

And on that day when we will pay for all the deeds we have done
Good and bad they’ll all be had to see by everyone
And when you’re called to stand and tell just what you saw in me
More than anything I know, I want your words to be…
She’s got her Father’s eyes, her Father’s eyes
Eyes that find the good in things
When good is not around
Eyes that find the source of help
When help just can’t be found
Eyes full of compassion, seeing every pain
Knowin’ what you’re going through, and feeling it the same
Just like my Father’s eyes
My Father’s eyes
My Father’s eyes
Just like my Father’s eyes

 

The Bible tells us in Matthew 6:22:

“Your eye is a lamp that provides light for your body. When your eye is good, your whole body is filled with light.”
I pray today that I will have my Father’s eyes and His heart as well. I pray that I will reflect Jesus in my life and that my actions will be such that He will be glorified.

 

Until next time,

 

C.

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