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How much more…

I have tried very hard to write a blog post this evening…but I can’t.  I can’t find the words to express what I want to express.  I spent most of the evening sitting here in the recliner and listening to old Southern Gospel songs and crying.  It wasn’t a really sad crying, but one stemming from memories. They are good memories, but they involve those who have gone on to heaven and listening to these songs only makes my heart long for heaven, too.

I have tried to grasp how much God loves me. The only guidance I have is Scripture…and songs written from Scripture. Tonight, I listened to one of those songs that was written based on Scriptures brought to mind after a church service…or at least, that is the testimony Rusty Goodman gave after he sang the song. I wanted to share it with you because it says what I cannot say…

I hope you will remind yourself as I am reminding myself tonight, how much more God loves you than you can even begin to comprehend.  Here is the song:

How Much More…

If he knows when a robin falls from his nest

And he grieves… when he sees it die

If he kisses the rose, with the morning mist

How much more, does he love you and I?

If he cares for the lilies, in an open field

And caresses each petal with dew

If he acknowledges a tree

When the winds make it kneel

How much more does he love me and you?

If he takes out the tide

Turns the desert from its dry

And carves out mighty rivers to sea

Just to give a little brim

One more place to swim

Then I wonder

How much more

Does he love you and me?

If he’s prepared a place

For all that has been

I’ve been told and believe it’s true

He’s preparing me a place

I cannot comprehend

That’s how much

He really loves me and you

How much more than a fragrant rose

That he gives life in the spring

Or does he love me less

Than the little bird

In its nest

That never sowed

Yet he soars on the wing

If he can speak a simple word

And calm an angry wind

“Peace be still.”

He can calm a rolling sea

Then he can speak “Peace be still.”

To the storm that’s within

That’s how much he really loves me

Then he can speak

“Peace be still”

To the storm that’s within

That’s how much God really loves me.

Until next time,

C.

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Take Notice…

Our assigned book for the school year for faculty and staff is The Noticer by Andy Andrews. Over the weekend I read the book and it immediately made me want to head to the Orange Beach area to see if I could spot some of the places in the book, or perhaps run into Jones. I won’t go into details, but if you read the book you will understand.

The point of the book is perspective. We all have a perspective. Sometimes it is not the right perspective, and sometimes it is, but we always view things from our perspective. It is a wonderful book and I would recommend it to anyone wanting to enrich their lives.

With that being said, our theme for this school year is “Take Notice!” With Sidewalk Prophets playing Live Like That (don’t worry I have included the video for you) to our devotionals the first week of faculty in-service, my perspective of things is being chiseled away. Now, that is not to say I am perfect. I am very far from it. I still get stressed. I still have not so good moments. Sometimes I say the wrong thing, or make the wrong choice, but I am trying to notice more and be more aware of others and my surroundings.

This morning something happened that provided me with an excellent reality check. I love Chic Fil A. I love it way too much! It is so convenient for me to drive thru on my way to work. In fact, it has become so familiar that I know the name of the lady who works the early morning drive thru and who takes the orders. I know that is sad, right?!

She is always so friendly and a long time ago we talked and she introduced herself and I introduced myself and now she recognizes me, not only by my voice, but by my order. You see I don’t usually get a biscuit in the morning. I like their sandwiches, so I tell them I want a “chicken biscuit on a bun add pickles.” Yes, I know I am weird. However, that is the way they need it said to them so they will understand what to make. So, that is what I say. It is like a mini sandwich of the same variety that they serve at lunch, only a little less expensive.

Well, last week I drove thru and ordered my sandwich. Mrs. C. recognized me and greeted me by name as she said “It is my pleasure to serve you.” I drove around the building and as I got to the window I heard the other employee say “one chicken bagel with pickles.” I thought she was just reading something wrong because surely Mrs. C. knew what I always ordered. I took the bag and drove on and then I felt inside and instead of the sandwich baggie there was a box. Uh oh.

Yes, I had a chicken bagel with pickles. I don’t like bagels unless you have a whole lot of cream cheese with a bite of bagel. I have TMJ and chewing a bagel almost snaps my jaws out of place. It just gets bigger and bigger as you chew! So, I was not a happy camper. I ate what I could and ended up sort of discarding the bagel and eating the chicken and pickles, but I was not happy. I wondered how Mrs. C. could have gotten my order wrong. That has never happened before and I have been going there for at least three years or more.

I had noticed that Mrs. C. was not always there in the mornings and I took for granted that she was working at another branch since we had one that opened fairly recently and she mentioned that she was helping out. So, when I drove thru today I heard her pleasant voice asking “How may I serve you?” and I began to place my order. It made me happy to know she was at work. I decided I was going to tease her about the bagel and when I got to the window, she was talking into her headset and the other employee was greeting me. I told the other employee to please check and make sure they didn’t give me a bagel. I was half joking, but I really wasn’t looking forward to them messing up the order again. I was just about to tell Mrs. C. that she messed up and tease her when she leaned out the window and said…

I know that you have noticed I haven’t been at work lately. My husband was just diagnosed with cancer and I have been with him.

My heart hit the floor. I am tearing up even as I write this. It broke my heart. This lady that comes to work at 5:30 a.m. and greets hundreds of customers with a cheery voice, is about ninety-nine percent accurate with every order, was taking the time to explain why she hadn’t been at work. The teasing words died on my lips as I looked past that normally cheerful countenance and saw tremendous pain. Instead of opening my mouth to say something about that bagel, I told her that I would be praying for her and her husband. I told her to try to have a good day, and I drove away with my heart broken for her.

And as I drove away, I heard a distinct whisper that reminded me…

Take Notice! Things are not always as they appear. You got the wrong order. She got a husband with cancer. You have been placed in her life for a reason and it is not about chicken. Love her. Check on her. Pray for her. Take notice.

And so, I will…

Things are not always as they seem. Behind that messed up order there may lurk deep heartache. When that cashier is grumpy it may mean they have something horrible going on in their personal life. Instead of being impatient or frustrated, smile and give them a kind word. If they have made a mistake and you have to bring it to their attention, do so in a kind manner.

Ghandi said: “I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.”

This really hit home with me. When I look in the mirror is there any reason that someone might want what I have, or do I reflect something they want to stay far away from? Tonight I search myself and I question and I am not sure what the answer is at this point, but I know what I want the answer to be going forward.

To those of you who have known me and I have not reflected Christ in my life, I apologize.  One of the things in The Noticer that Jones says is that change begins immediately when you act upon it and you can start from that point. You can talk about it and you can decide to do it, but until you act upon it, it doesn’t take place and it is as if you never even thought about it. I am hoping you will see me acting on it going forward.

Here are the words and the video to the song I mentioned earlier in the blog. This is my prayer:

Live Like That

Sometimes I think
What will people say of me
When I’m only just a memory
When I’m home where my soul belongs

Was I love
When no one else would show up
Was I Jesus to the least of us
Was my worship more than just a song

I want to live like that
And give it all I have
So that everything I say and do
Points to You

If love is who I am
Then this is where I’ll stand
Recklessly abandoned
Never holding back

I want to live like that
I want to live like that

Am I proof
That You are who you say You are
That grace can really change a heart
Do I live like Your love is true

People pass
And even if they don’t know my name
Is there evidence that I’ve been changed
When they see me, do they see You

I want to live like that
And give it all I have
So that everything I say and do
Points to You

If love is who I am
Then this is where I’ll stand
Recklessly abandoned
Never holding back

I want to live like that
I want to live like that

I want to show the world the love You gave for me
I’m longing for the world to know the glory of the King

I want to live like that
And give it all I have
So that everything I say and do
Points to You

If love is who I am
Then this is where I’ll stand
Recklessly abandoned
Never holding back

I want to live like that
I want to live like that
I want to live like that

 

Until next time,

C.

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