Short Cuts

Short Cuts

My daughters are all very intelligent, which gave parenting them through their growing years, some interesting challenges, at times. One daughter, who was classified as gifted, was attempting to run verbal rings around her father and I by the age of three and four. By six years of age, her reading abilities were on the level of a ten to twelve year old. At twelve years of age, many of her peers could not understand some of the words she used in her extensive vocabulary. She started her first degree at sixteen and graduated with Distinction at nineteen years of age. 

As a child, my delightful daughter always kept me on my toes. As a homeschooling family, this made life extra interesting.  Her mind never stopped thinking things through and calculating easier solutions to life’s problems. She had her definite likes and dislikes and those tasks most hated, received some of her greatest childhood  ideas in how to escape the job at hand. One day at nine years of age she invested her time into composing a five verse poem on why she hated maths. However, she still had to complete her maths work for the day. She could talk rapidly and with great logic as to why something need not be done.

When my girls were young I taught them the necessary life skills needed in the home, such as cooking, cleaning, washing and ironing. They all learned to iron while young and by ten years of age, they could safely and efficiently iron their own clothing. However, this one daughter disliked ironing. With her exceptional thinking abilities, she set to work to find an easier method to accomplish the desired results. It was a fairly hot day and outside, in our yard, we had some used pavers that had been pulled up, stacked and ready to be used in another paving job. Each paver in the pile weighed several kilograms, and after sitting in the heat of the sun, they were now quite hot. My young daughter concluded that the task of ironing could be accomplished quicker and easier with a well heated paver than taking the time for the iron to be filled with water, plugged in and waiting for it to reach it’s desired temperature. She joyfully spread her item of clothing out neatly on the ironing board and went outside to retrieve her new ironing implement. With great enthusiasm at the  reduced working time, and an easier method, she placed the heated paver on her clothing. Systematically and delightfully she picked the paver up and moved it onto another wrinkled area of her apparel. I had upon the appearance of the paver, uttered a protest at the idea, but my daughter was convinced on the wonders of her soon to be had success, so I had taken a step back to allow her to learn from her experiment. 

Suddenly my daughter let out a gasp of disbelief, which led to a sigh of disappointment. The paver had indeed been hot and heavy enough to allow some of her newly acquired ironing skills to have some success, however she hadn’t factored in the the dust and dirt still clinging lightly to the used outdoor paver. Her freshly ironed attire now sported spots of soil. What should have been, in her mind, a quicker and more effective way to obtain the same results in ironing, now proved to produce a much lengthier process as the garment needed washing and drying all over again.

Short cuts. We all like to do things in a quicker and more effective and efficient way. Some short cuts prove to be a good idea, others are less successful. Do we try to find a quicker and easier method to achieve the desired spiritual results in our life that takes others more time to obtain? When we wake each morning do we want to know God on a deep level and be closely connected to Him and have a life of victory, devotion and faith, yet hope to receive that desired end by just spending a hasty and brief time with God? Do we glance quickly over a devotional book? Do we randomly read some Bible verses while our minds are planning out our day ahead? Do we utter quick prayers and dash to our daily tasks at hand? In our spiritual lives there are no short cuts. If we want to know God and be deeply connected with Him, it takes time, quiet ,unhurried alone time with Him. 

Ps 5:3 In the morning, LORD, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait expectantly.

Ps 46:10 Be still, and know that I am God

John 17:3 This is eternal life, that they may know You, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom You have sent.

The Stolen Chicken

The Stolen Chicken

Mandy was a white, medium sized dog with random black splotches. She definitely had some Kelpie in her, but apart from that, she was a mix of a variety of breeds, highly intelligent, gentle and loving. She had been raised from puppy hood and trained by an enthusiastic owner. She could sit, shake hands, have food placed within her reach and then told to wait before she could eat it. She was a well trained, lively and happy, young dog. At 12 months of age, heavily pregnant with her first litter of puppies, she was abandoned by her now, ‘not so enthusiastic’ owner, in the bush near my childhood home. 

Mandy’s survival instincts kicked in and the desire to protect and care for her young drove her to the life of a wild dog, hunting and scavenging for food. Her relentless search for nourishment compelled her to seek out food from the neighbourhood in which I lived in. She became skilled at begging, stealing and knocking over the small tin garbage cans in everyone’s back yards, to scrounge for scraps. Some neighbours felt sorry for her and fed her bits of food, others in anger, drove her away. 

One neighbour, who regularly and sympathetically fed her, decided to follow Mandy back to her den and check up on the puppies. There he found a litter of squirming puppies, all well fed from their mother and starting to explore. He knew that soon those puppies would need homes and he set about to find a loving home for each puppy. Slowly, one by one, they received homes and Mandy kept scavenging. Finally, only Mandy remained, and my family chose to take her in and keep her as our own. 

Mandy was every girl’s dream dog, loyal, playful, loving, companionable and well trained. Our family fed her well, provided for all her veterinary needs, gave her a warm doggy coat in winter and a snug kennel to sleep in at nights. Mandy had a whole new life filled with love, acceptance, a sense of belonging and all her needs  were fully met. Mandy thrived and was content with her new family.

Mandy, however, continued to scavenge, sneaking out of our yard whenever she had an opportunity. We fed her well, but fear led her to beg for food from the neighbours. Mandy grew fatter and fatter, as her soul filled eyes desired more and more edible items. We needed to place a notice on her collar which read “Please do not feed me.” Then there was the dreaded bin nights. Every Sunday night the neighbours all placed their bins by the road for collection in the early hours of  Monday morning. Mandy loved those bins and she knew of the delectable food scraps contained within. Cleaning up the rubbish from knocked over bins was not an activity my parents enjoyed and Mandy was many times kept tightly in the house on bin nights. Mandy had a new life but she still clung to her drive to survive.

One day our neighbours were packing their car with all the needed items for a lovely family picnic. They stacked their belongings one by one on the front porch, to then be picked up and taken to the boot of the car. A small plastic bag held a barbecued  chicken wrapped up and ready to take. Mandy must have smelled that chicken from several houses away. She located the bag placed on their front porch very quickly, and joyfully carried it home, to stash away for the future. Her tail wagged highly in the air and her dark brown eyes glistened with the eagerness of her plans. Then my mother spied her. “ What was Mandy carrying?” She thought. My mother intercepted Mandy and managed to retrieve the bag of goods, and she discovered someone’s picnic food. Up and down the street my mother traipsed, knocking embarrassingly on  people’s doors to discover the owner of the stolen barbecued chicken. 

Mandy had an entire new life, all her needs were met, she was loved, she belonged and she was accepted yet she never fully developed that complete trust that we would provide for all her needs. She still maintained a fear that she might find herself without food one day.  Can we be like Mandy, we have a new life in Christ, He meets all our needs, we are loved, accepted and we belong but we hang onto the worries and fears from our life before Christ. Do we fret about studies, work, housing, finances, or the  future? When problems assail us, are we focused on them in a state of fretfulness? Will we let go of our worries and trust Jesus with everything in our lives? Sometimes just thinking about surrendering all can seem scary. We like to stay partially in control and partially with God. Lord make us willing to be willing. Let us choose to walk by faith and not by sight. Let’s choose to trust in God. 

Prov 3:5 Trust in the LORD with all your heart; and lean not unto your own understanding.

Isa 26:3 You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on you: because he trusts in you.

Phil 4:6, 7 Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Opportunities

Opportunities

Cats have an innate ability to find that perfectly comfortable place to sleep. We have two lethargic cats and sometimes the places they select to snooze can be entertaining; other places I wonder how they could possibly consider them as comfortable. Yet most often my cats choose that one most delightfully soft, warm and cosy spot to nap peacefully. Softness, warmth and privacy seem to be at the top of my pets priorities, when making their decisions. A bed is definitely the preferred location for snuggling and sleeping their days away. 

One of our cats chose some rather interesting destinations to doze the day away. For a short while the deep recesses of the lavender bush was appealing until she worked out that too many of those days found her miserable and wet as she leaped out howling, from under the scented bush, whilst I was happily watering. Lying lazily curled up in the centre of a violet garden created an almost picture perfect postcard scene. Other times she has energetically leaped from the lounge, high up onto a six foot bookcase and slept away her time atop her perch of comfort. The book case was definitely not a good location when she started to consider the possibility of jumping over to the pinnacle of our seven foot Christmas tree! One cat’s unusual disappearance for several days and a reappearance of a hungry, much thinner feline reminded us that cats can locate perfect sleeping places inside our neighbours’ open garden sheds, which can then find them, hours later, locked inside. Then there is always the debate between our two cats over that coveted position under the Christmas tree, sprawled out across the soft carpet, gazing at the household between gifts in holiday wrap. Our cats have slept in boxes, in cupboards, in the ironing basket, on shoes, beside shoes, suitcases of jet setting daughters, wooden kitchen chairs,  snugly before the flickering flames of a fire and spread out on a hot summers day across the cool kitchen tiles. Each location our cats have purposely, thoughtfully and with great deliberation chosen. Cats are rather opportunistic. If a blanket is placed folded, or a pillow lay strewn or a garment tossed haphazardly, it seems that within moments it is found and seized as prize of great worth for the ultimate destination for the day. Cats have an uncanny ability to find that perfectly comfortable place to sleep within minutes of it becoming available to them. Cats never miss their opportunity.

One day I was busy with the ironing and the folding of several loads of washing that had been cheerily flapping in a warm breeze outside on the line. As I took the ironing into our bedroom my phone  noisily rang, creating a moment’s distraction. I went to answer the phone, only to return several minutes later to find, Laura, our youngest cat, already huddled happily on a small pile of ironing. It may have been considered an acceptable and desirous spot if the ironing had been placed in another location. Instead, I had quickly placed the ironing pile on the  very edge of our dressing table and there was our cat Laura, balanced on top of the ironing in a very precarious position. She did not want to miss the opportunity to find comfort, warmth and softness, even if it entailed a degree of danger.

My cats have an amazing ability to never miss an opportunity for that perfect spot to sleep their day away. I pause and stop and think about that. Opportunities!  Do we seize them or do we miss them.   Each day we receive opportunities for many different activities and situations. What about the opportunities for being an influence in another person’s life for the glory of God? Do we, like my cats embrace the moment and make full use of the opportunity? Each day God will give us opportunities to share with others about His goodness and His love. Each day God will give us opportunities to pray for or with others. Do we, like my cats, seek out those opportunities and in full desire make use of them? Why not start your day in prayer asking God to especially give you, and make you aware of, opportunities around you to be a blessing to someone else.

Gal 6:10 So then, while we have opportunity, let us do good to all people, and especially to those who are of the household of the faith.

Col 4:5 Live wisely among those who are not believers, and make the most of every opportunity.

The Cure

The Cure

Fleas! They are tiny and irritating and live in the green grasses of our backyard, waiting for the opportune moment that one of our pets may walk on by. With a single leap of up to 150 times their body length, they attach themselves to our animals as they play in the yard, and  thus fleas enjoy life evermore as a blood sucking parasite. Fleas are the major cause of skin diseases in pets and they can cause problems from simple itching to weeping sores, scaly skin and allergies. Fleas! They are uncomfortable, annoying and they give our pets hours of scratching and untold misery.

Fleas are much easier to prevent than to eliminate. What we see in the environment are only approximately 5% of the total number of fleas. The other 95% live as eggs, larvae or pupae. For effective flea control it is essential to break the lifecycle in the environment. This cycle can take as little as 2-3 weeks or as long as 6 months.A well designed programme is necessary to maintain a flea free environment for our pets comfort, health and happiness.

We purchase a product called Advantage. Four vials come in a small box with a picture of a content and peaceful, smiling dog on the front. Each pipette contains only 2.4 ml of a formulated liquid that is applied to the back of the necks of our itchy pets. Every 4 weeks our pets are treated to keep the cycle broken. However, if the 4 weeks passes and our pets are not treated; within a very short time they again become infested with fleas, the scratching and the discomfort start all over again. 

One would think that our pets would be bounding with enthusiasm at the sight and smell of the vials of Advantage that are applied to their necks, knowing how much happiness and well being will result from it’s application. Alas, however they are not. Our pets, 2 dogs and 2 cats, see Advantage  Applicators as the enemy and not the fleas. Michael and I have developed techniques of stealth, cunning and cornering to be able to apply the vials to the back of our pets necks. Our dogs run and quiver and shake in terror. Our cats growl, bite and scratch. Their enemy, the applicators, lock them into a sense of fear and flight.

Our pets have a misplaced fear. They do not really understand that it is the fleas that give them their misery and discomfort. They do not relate to the pipettes of formula being applied to them as saving them from flea bites and infestations. They fight and resist and they are scared of the one product that can give them health and happiness.

Our pets are very much like us. Sin, like the fleas,  infests our lives and brings us brokenness, pain, suffering and misery, yet the one and only saving application, the blood of Jesus Christ is something we naturally fear, resist and run from.  Jesus said in John 10:10, “I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.” Luke 4:18 it says, ”The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he has sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised” How Jesus longs to save us, heal us, set us free from sin and give us an abundant life. To His people Jesus mournfully said in Matt 23:37, “how often would I have gathered your children together, even as a hen gathers her chickens under her wings, and you would not!”

What will be said about you and about me? Are we willing to allow the blood of Jesus to be applied in our lives that we may be saved from sin or do we fear God, and in our ignorance run from Him, desiring to live our own lives apart from Him? God won’t corner us with stealth and cunning and force us to accept the cure for sin, unlike what my husband and I need to do with our pets. Instead God calls gently to our hearts with his love, desiring for us to make the choice. Will you choose to accept His cure today? 

Whirlpool of Life

Whirlpool of Life

It was November and the christmas toy catalogue had arrived at our home. With eager anticipation, I spent hours pouring over every photo of every product that could be purchased. With wonder and delight I carefully marked each item I wanted on my Christmas wish list, but alas only one of those items could be bought. Narrowing it done, I finally chose a pool toy to enjoy during my hot  Australian Christmas. 

Christmas day arrived finally with much excitement and there, wrapped in colourful wrap was my pool toy. I ripped off the paper and gazed with glistening eyes at the picture on the outside of the packaging. It was a blow up canoe with side floats to keep it stable. It could easily fit one child and at a squeeze, two children. The day was warming up, and in total excitement I could hardly wait for my father to blow the toy up. In a flurry of enthusiasm I watched my father transform my gift from  neatly folded layers of brightly coloured plastic, into my canoe. Then off I raced for the pool to float joyously in my new toy. My canoe was all I imagined it to be.

Australian summer holidays coincide with Christmas and with searing temperatures day after day, our backyard swimming pool became a cool haven. We owned a three foot deep, round, above ground pool, with a diameter of approximately fifteen feet across. Many of my neighbouring friends also owned back yard pools. Summer was spent running freely from pool to pool as we all enjoyed playing together. 

My best friend and I enjoyed my canoe, tremendously. Our favourite game was to create a swirling whirlpool in our round pool. Pushing against the water with the strength of our bodies, we would run around the inside edges of the circular pool. Faster and faster we would go, and faster and faster the water would start to move, round and round. As the water surged forward, we would leap in the blown up canoe together. Round and round we would float, being taken in the direction of the twirling waters. Then out of the brightly coloured canoe we would jump, and start running in the water all over again.

Sometimes the craziness of life can feel like a whirlpool, carrying us along in a surging circular motion. Unlike happy, carefree children,  we feel out of control, pushed along, swept by the currents of other people’s choices that impact our lives, our own calendar of events, expectations placed on us, family happenings and life crises. The waters carry us round and round and we feel unable to stop the moving flow that threatens to engulf us. God calls to us to step out of the current. 

God asks us to trust Him with all of our problems and all of our turmoil in the raging, pushing waters of life. Isa 26:3 “You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on you: because he trusts in you.” He asks us to take our minds off the rushing whirlpool and keep our thoughts fixed on Him. As we look to Jesus we see him rise up and say to the waters of life, “ Peace, be still.” (Mark 4:39). Will I choose to behold Jesus and take my gaze off the swirling, thunderous waters? Will I trust Him with my life’s circumstances? Will I allow Him to bring peace to my heart?

Psalm 89:9 You rule the raging of the sea: when the waves thereof arise, you still them.

John 14:27 Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.

Phil 4:7 And the peace of God, which passes all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.

False Alarm?

False Alarm ?

A harsh ringing sound rang out across the darkened, campus grounds. The clanging reverberated off dormitories and classrooms, resounding across the parkland gardens. Dormitory doors were flung open as light pierced the darkness and students flooded rapidly out and across to the evacuation point. The fire alarm had shattered the peaceful quiet of the evening. My husband, Michael, who was working his way through college, had put in a hard thirteen hour work day fencing and milking cows. He had long since slipped into the deep slumber of rest when the burst of noise resonated across the college campus. His friends, in their haste to exit the building had, one by one, attempted to wake him, shaking him, rolling him back and forth and calling his name, but finally abandoning him to his dream land and his fate as he failed to awaken. The students huddled in groups at the evacuation point, shivering in the the cold night, wondering where the fire was, when they discovered it had only been a fire drill. College deans read off the roll to ensure that all were present and no one had been left behind in a potential burning building. As my husband’s name was called out across the dark night air, a mate answered back on his behalf and my husband slept peacefully on in his dorm room bed, ignorant of all that had taken place.

The years have passed and Michael has since attended many safety lectures on the hazards of fire in his work place environment of aged care. He has trained in evacuation techniques and been drilled in fire safety. He has been taught first response methods, watched fire hazard documentaries and been lectured in the necessary procedures in the tragic event of a fire taking place in the aged care facility. Those fire lectures were compulsory to attend and necessary to learn. He has been the fire safety officer for the facility and has thought about the dangers of fire, talked about the dangers of fire and dreamed about the dangers of fire. 

Last night as we lay peacefully sleeping, wrapped in a blanket of darkness and under the covers of warmth, a harsh shrill beeping penetrated our closed, bedroom door and swept across us. Michael did not stir. In my drowsiness I realised our smoke detector was pulsating discordantly through our house. I murmured about the noise to Michael in my stupor, but he remained asleep. I spoke louder to him, now half awake and he stirred slightly. The deafening high pitched sound was still echoing in our room and we lay snuggly under the covers drowsily unaware of our potentially dangerous position. I finally roused Michael to the point of him realising he needed to check on the noisy smoke detector, while I tucked my head down further under the covers and attempted to fall back into my state of sleep. After a thorough investigation was made by Michael, it was ascertained that the steam from a late night shower by our daughter had wafted into the hallway and triggered the smoke detector. With much towel flapping and arm waving by them both they were able to dissipate the steam and quieten the deafening sound.

In our sleepiness we failed to understand the danger we could have been in. We didn’t leap from our beds in frantic haste, grabbing precious belongings on the way, as we exited the house. We didn’t immediately become attentive to fire safety and warily open the bedroom door. Instead, in our drowsiness we assumed it was a false alarm. The Bible talks about spiritual sleepiness. It tells us to awaken out of our slumber, to be alert because the coming of Jesus is nearer than we think. The Bible warns us against spiritual lethargy and calls for us to be active and awake. It calls us to shake off the stupor of the works of darkness and to be awake in the light of Christ and His righteousness. Am I spiritually sleepy… are you? Do I realise the times in which we live and the nearness of Christ’s coming or do I just think what I see around me is a false alarm and His coming isn’t near? I may have read about those times in the Bible, studied them, talked about them, and thought about them but am I awake to the spiritual perils around me or am I asleep in my sins?

Rom 13: 11, 12 Do this, knowing the time, that it is already the hour for you to awaken from sleep; for now salvation is nearer to us than when we believed. The night is almost gone, and the day is near. Therefore let us lay aside the deeds of darkness and put on the armour of light.

1 Thess 5:6 For you are all sons of light and sons of day. We are not of night nor of darkness; so then let us not sleep as others do, but let us be alert and sober.

Eph 5:14, 15 Awake, sleeper, And arise from the dead, And Christ will shine on you." Therefore be careful how you walk, not as unwise men but as wise.

The Unwanted Tickets

The Unwanted Tickets

It was a bargain! We could buy a ticket to five tourist attractions for just the price of two. We decided to take up the special offer on the internet and we made the purchase happily. My best friend was here in Australia, from the USA, and we were eagerly organising where we would go and what we would see together. We now had the tickets to five tourist attractions, of which four seemed very interesting. However, the fifth one of those destinations, in which we now had entry to, appeared to not be very appealing. We had great anticipation as we planned our trips to the Aquarium, the Wildlife Zoo, Sydney Tower and the Sea life Centre. We looked with much less inclination on the tickets we held to the Wax Museum. 

We both had preconceived ideas as to what a wax museum might be about. I had toured a small one many, many years earlier. It had been dimly lit and it felt creepy. It was not an experience I really wished to repeat. My friend also felt spooked by the thought of exact recreations of people from wax. We had seen the colourful advertising with it’s feature of wax rock stars and hollywood legends which lessened our interest even more. We thought we knew what the museum was about and what we would see and our desire to visit was diminishing by the day.

After a holiday lasting  a wonderful six weeks and seeing many Australian sights and enjoying varied experiences, my friend was coming to her final days here. Our pre-purchased tickets had a thirty day limit to them. We were off to enjoy the Wildlife Zoo located next door to the wax museum before she left. We still had the unused tickets to the ‘scary’ wax museum. They sat in my purse looking forlorn and unwanted. Then with a sudden surge of financial interest in our ticket investment, we discussed using them. We could, after all, just take a peek at the attraction. We didn’t have to stay.  We could leave at any time we wanted to. The moment we felt creeped out or spooked we would exit the building. 

With Captain James Cook discoverer of Australia

We spent our morning and early afternoon in the pleasant surroundings of the Wildlife zoo. We came out of the friendly zoo and stood gazing apprehensively at the entrance to the wax museum. It was now or never. Our tickets were about to expire and my friend was departing from the country in two days time. Cautiously we entered the wax museum. To our amazement and delight it was nothing at all like what we anticipated. The advertising hadn’t depicted it in it’s fullness. It wasn’t spooky or creepy or dark and dinghy. We moved around different interactive areas representing historical moments in past Australian events, areas with wax models of famous world leaders who had made an impact on society,  figures of those in the field of science and medicine and many more. It was very educational but also a lot of fun as most of the exhibits allowed you to enter into the scene. We learned  about the incredible skill a sculptor needs to have as a team work for up to ten months to create an exact replica of the person they are modelling. Our experience at the wax museum was fun and very interesting.

with Albert Einstein 

with the Royal family

with famous bush poets, Henry Lawson and Banjo Paterson

I am reminded that due to the death of Jesus we all have pre-purchased tickets to the destination of heaven. Will we accept those tickets? What kind of preconceived ideas do we have of heaven? What do we think we will do there? Who do we think God really is? How do we think we will interact with others and with God himself? Do I really want to go there? Do you love God so much that you want to dwell with Him forever? Do you desire the purity of holiness?  Having read the Bible verses that depict scenes and activities of heaven gives us a very vague glimmer of an idea but the reality is that “Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God has prepared for them that love him.” ( 1 Cor 2:9) Preconceived ideas can greatly diminish  our vision of the true highest joys of an eternal life of continual communion with our heavenly Father in purity of holiness and the wonderment of other centred love. Will you accept your ticket  and step into a life of knowing God. John 17:3 "This is eternal life, that they may know You, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom You have sent. “

Isa 64:4 For from days of old they have not heard or perceived by ear, Nor has the eye seen a God besides You, Who acts in behalf of the one who waits for Him.

Ps 31:19 How abundant are the good things that you have stored up for those who fear you, that you bestow in the sight of all, on those who take refuge in you.

The Shout of Grace

The Shout of Grace

Have you ever wondered what grace really is? We have all heard the tossed around definition of ‘God’s unmerited favour’. What does that really mean anyway. What does that look like to me personally? We hear the bantering back and forth of grace versus law in Christian circles. We have read the Bible verses and the word ‘grace’ seems to slip past us like water off a duck’s back. What really is grace and what does it mean to me in my everyday life?

My best friend has lupus. To be medically accurate she has Systemic Lupus Erythematosus , or S.L.E for short. It is an incurable autoimmune disease in which the immune system becomes hyperactive and attacks normal, healthy tissues affecting many different body systems, including joints, skin, kidneys, blood cells, heart, and lungs. Yes, she has nearly died twice from it. Yes, she follows a strict diet and lifestyle of healthy choices to give her the maximum benefit to her life. No, you can’t usually tell by looking at her, as to how chronic her condition really can be on some days. I cry lots. It is very hard to watch one you love so much suffering. Her energy levels are often in low depleted amounts, requiring high quantities of sleep. She suffers from Rheumatoid Arthritis with it, leaving her in pain, and unable to do some of the simplest things in life at times, like driving. Each day I ask how she is feeling, going through a check list from mental fog, to swollen joints, back pain and the day’s energy levels we measure in quantities called “spoons”. My heart watches over her tenderly as each day I see her struggle. We pray together and I cry for her.

Watching my best friend, Lisa, however, has taught me much about grace. She studies at university, she carries on a speaking ministry and she counsels people. I look in wonder as to how it is actually possible to even do any of these things some days. We pray earnestly together and I watch God work. She has nothing to bring to God, energy wise, and even on foggy days her mind isn’t even clear enough to think well, let alone adding pain into the mixture. How will she get through the essay, the test, the plane trip to a speaking appointment, or the words she is called upon to speak deeply to a person’s heart? She seems to have nothing in her to do this, yet after prayer, she chooses to get out of bed, she chooses to take a shower and she chooses to move into the things God asks her to do and then I see something miraculous, something that makes me cry more. I see grace. I see God pouring grace over her situation. He gives her strength, He enables her, He causes her to get through her test, her essay, her speaking engagements. It is all of God and none of her. Her life is a perpetual testimony of grace.

Grace is about God’s love for me. It is His love poured out upon me not because of anything I can do, achieve, earn or be good enough for.It is not because I have some worth of some kind, some ability or something He sees in me that causes His attention to be focused on me. His love is given to me in rich quantity simply because He loves me. Nor does He just love me, but He likes me. Grace is also God’s power at work through His Spirit. We all know the famous verse in Zech 4:6 when God spoke to Zechariah these well known words when the rebuilding of the walls of Jerusalem were being hindered by the grand schemes of their enemies. “Then he said to me, "This is the word of the LORD to Zerubbabel saying, 'Not by might nor by power, but by My Spirit,' says the LORD of hosts.” Have you ever stopped to read the next verse? It is a verse of much grace. Zech 4:7 “What are you, O great mountain? Before Zerubbabel you will become a plain; and he will bring forth the top stone with shouts of "Grace, grace to it!”'" Do you have a mountain of impossibility in your life? There is nothing you can do? Lay it down, surrender it, cry grace upon it. For truly grace is more than God’s gift of eternal life freely given because He loves us, it is also God’s power over every situation in our lives.It is not about what we can do, or want to do in our own strength and might. It is about being nothing and having nothing that we become something and have everything. My eyes are beginning to open to the wonder of grace, for truly it is all that my soul needs. 

2 Cor 12:9 And He has said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness." Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me.

2 Cor 3:6 Not that we are adequate in ourselves to consider anything as coming from ourselves, but our adequacy is from God, 

Eph 2:8 For by grace you have been saved through faith; and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God;

Danger!!!!

Danger

Living in Australia can have it’s moments of danger, especially in a country with some of the world’s deadliest snakes. I grew up in the bush with a well developed “sixth sense”, always aware in the background of my mind of their existence and always ready to respond. Raising our girls on 2500 acres of a sheep and cattle property, kept my sixth sense well sharpened. The snakes moved mostly under the cover of darkness, sleeping lazily in the sun by day, curled up in a spot designed to gather up the sun’s warmth. The dams in each paddock and the lake were an added attraction for wandering snakes as it afforded a  easy watering spot for them. It is never safe to walk on the low side of a dam, for around the wavering reeds will be found a sunning snake or two, hence one always walks on the high side of a dam. Our girls were taught of their dangers, learned their habits and knew how to avoid them and to stay safe.

We lived in an old wooden farmhouse with a more recently added laundry built hastily onto the side of the house. To exit the back of our house, we took the main door out from the play room, stepping down into the laundry, and then crossing the cement floor, to leave through another door. Early one morning, after my husband had departed for work on the other side of the large property, I was gathering up the dirty washing, to take hurriedly to the laundry. I quickly opened the main door leading out from our playroom, and before I could take that step down into the laundry, I noticed a poisonous snake in it’s full blackness lying leisurely on the cold cement floor. I immediately shut the door again and promptly dropped the unclean washing on the floor, pushing it tightly into the crack under the door. My husband was usually not contactable during the day, leaving me quite isolated with three little ones. However, this day his employer was on the property. I rang the large main homestead to alert his boss to my current dangerous position and to pass a message onto my husband to come and deal at once with the situation.

Gazing out of the front windows of my house, waiting in anticipation for my husband’s arrival, I saw a large swirl of dust. Driving at break neck speed on the rough, dirt road was my husband’s boss in his city BMW. He had decided that he himself would deal with the imminent danger. He braked ever so slightly, as he came to the causeway, careening over it’s rocky surface and back up onto the dirt road once more. In a gathering cloud of dust he frantically made it to the back of my house, leaped out of his car, rifle in hand and stood courageously by my laundry door. I had managed to make it back from the front of my house, removed my dirty laundry from the doorway and cracked my door open  enough to speak with him. Impatiently he barked at me, “Where is the snake?” I looked. It was no longer there. I started to speak, stumbling over my words and muttering about how it was now no longer in the spot I had last seen it. My eyes roamed over the laundry slowly, taking in each nook and cranny, wondering where the snake had holed up. Angrily he launched into his lecture, “You must never take your eyes off a snake! You always keep your eyes on a snake!”. Suddenly in fright he jumped. He had been standing just outside my laundry door, right next to the deadly snake. In haste he collected himself, squared his shoulders, took on the role of grand protector, stepped back, aimed and fired and the snake was no more. I refrained from repeating his own words back to him, about never taking his eyes off a snake but it did give our family a good laugh afterwards.

We too have an enemy that seeks to take our lives. The Bible reveals to us who he is, what his plans are and how he is a already a defeated foe. However, the Bible also calls to us to be watchful, to be ready, to be alert, to always be aware of the plans of the enemy for each one of us. Do I flee to the shelter of Jesus at the faintest sight of the enemy or do I think I can handle this on my own? Do I really understand the dangers around me and my family? Am I alert and watchful or am I ignorant of his plans for my life and the lives of those I love? God calls for me to  choose each day to be protected by the full of armour of God. Will I make that choice? Will you?

1 Peter 5:8 Be of sober spirit, be on the alert. Your adversary, the devil, prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. 

Luke 21:36 "But keep on the alert at all times, praying that you may have strength to escape all these things that are about to take place, and to stand before the Son of Man.

Eph 6:10-12 Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of His might. Put on the full armour of God, so that you will be able to stand firm against the schemes of the devil. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the world forces of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of wickedness in the heavenly places

Imprinted

Imprinted

Our old farm house stood alone on a gentle rising hill that overlooked a beautiful lake. The lake was the home of many water birds, who flew noisily in each evening in a cacophony of chatter, to nestle down safely for the night among the tall reeds at the water’s edge. At dawn the birds took regally to the skies once more, their cries sounding across the lake. During the day different aquatic birds returned, or maybe they had stayed, to feed eagerly in it’s waters, webbed feet skimming them lightly across the glistening surface. Huddled in groups by the shoreline they purposefully groomed their feathers, settled down in the sun and slept. 

Our growing family enjoyed the birdlife down by the lake. We owned a sturdy fibreglass red and white canoe, which was used by our family to explore the intriguing life of the birds. In quietness we guided our canoe past dry rushes at the edges, through thick green reeds growing in the water and around old, fallen, rotting trees. Nesting birds were tucked away secretly, colourful eggs could be found, babies swimming closely behind their mothers were located, all with wonder and delight by my daughters. 

In the centre of the lake was a small grassy island with some tall green poplar trees growing on the east side. Many times we would circle the island in our canoe, listening carefully, looking intently, as the island was the favoured home of many a bird. One day as we glided silently to the far side of the sanctuary we startled two very beautiful and noble black Australian swans. The male took swiftly to the skies, his red beak pointed forward and his black wings stretched forth in their fullness, the underneath whiteness shimmering down upon us. We gazed upon his beauty as he flew, sending forth his haunting call. The female swan continued to hover on the island. The reason for her decision to stay was soon made apparent to us. She was keeping a watchful eye on a large grassy nest with a clutch of four greenish white eggs inside it. We looked closer and the mother swan stepped backwards and out of our immediate sight. There, just hatched, lay a wet, tiny cygnet. It’s round stomach moving up and down with it’s breaths after the exertion of it’s appearance into the world. My daughters were ecstatic. We watched with delight and wonder as it dried in the warm air, growing fluffier by the moment. It wobbled on it’s painted grey webbed feet and rolled onto it’s back once more. It’s tiny little cheeps added to it’s sweetness. Soon the cygnet was a tiny ball of dry grey fluff, moving around the nest, stumbling over the other eggs, cheeping piteously at us and filling our hearts with joy. Then suddenly, it was in the water heading towards our canoe, bobbing up and down like a cork. We quickly scooped it up. Oh it felt so soft, like touching only air. We all eagerly held the baby swan, looked closely at it’s little dark grey beak, felt it’s softness, and held it close to our cheeks. Then it was time to return the cygnet to the nest. Alas, however, each time we tried to depart the cygnet tried to follow. We would take it back to the nest over and over. Finally, we left the baby in it’s nest and paddled away at a furious rate hoping it would not be able to follow and that the mother would return to the nest once again.

The little cygnet had imprinted on us. Seeing our family in the canoe was the first glimpse it had received of something large and moving and it instinctively thought we were it’s mother and it was prepared to follow us closely for the next nine months of it’s life. Several days later we checked once more on our little swan family. The chicks had all hatched and were all wary of us, except one, who wandered towards the edge of the nest to look longingly towards us before a honking mother brought it back hastily to safety once more. God desires that we too imprint, not on each other, not on the first thing on our minds as we wake each morning, but on Him. As we start our day may our protection, our life and our needs be met only in Him. May our minds be lifted up to Him and may we see only Him in all His beauty and glory before we start our day and look around at all the work to be done, the problems to be solved and people to be dealt with. May we wake up and open His Word and imprint on God each day.

Ps 63:1 “O God, you are my God; early will I seek you: my soul thirsts for you, my flesh longs for you in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is..”

Matt 6:33 "But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness..”

Shaken Foundations

Shaken Foundations

Thud! Thud! The old, wooden farm house trembled slightly. Thud! It was pitch dark and my husband and I were suddenly woken up. The eery screeching, hissing and growling coming from under the house bore a resemblance to a wild cat. Thud! Again the house shook slightly. It was a territorial fight between two wombats who had both decided to claim occupancy under our house in the inky darkness of night. Their noisy and dramatic fighting pushed them into the brick foundations of our house. My husband flicked on the light switch, flooding the room with brightness. Thud! The fighting continued. Pulling on blue jeans and work boots, my husband wearily traipsed out into the darkness to solve the problem.

Wombat

Wombats are an Australian marsupial. They are a heavy set animal, short legged, muscular and only about one metre in length, with a short stubby tail. They are a burrowing, nocturnal mammal which lives at the end of a long, well dug tunnel. They have a backwards facing pouch that when they are nursing their young within, they are still able to dig burrows and not get soil collected inside their pouch. Wombats emerge at dusk to feed through the night on the rough, wild grasses of the Australian landscape. They are generally slow movers, plodding along swaying gently from side to side, however when faced with danger they can take off at a quick run. Their greatest protection is a solid plate in their backside which they use to push against and corner the enemy within their tunnel, thus crushing it to death.

Baby wombat peeking out from his pouch

Wombat burrows

The thudding, screaming and wild noises continued under our house as my husband, in the silver light of a half moon, grabbed the garden hose, turned on the outside tap until the water ran at full force, spurting from the hose. Crawling on his hands and knees he aimed the hose towards the howling noises under the house and allowed the water to shoot forth in a torrent of coldness. Suddenly one wombat rushed, wet and disgruntled from under one side of the house and the other raced, sodden and miserable from the under other side. Quietness reigned once more.

This was not the first time our sleep had been disrupted by fighting wombats. It was time to solve this problem permanently. Our house stood on brick piers ranging from 30 centimetres in height to well over a metre. We were seriously concerned about the impact on our foundations that the wombats were having.We decided on a plan of action. We would fence in under the house. This could not be any fencing. We needed something extremely strong, immovable and something that could be buried well below the surface by a good metre in depth. My husband used very heavy wire fencing and with much effort he secured it firmly to the outside foundations and digging in earnest, he entombed the bottom of the fencing deep within the soil. The foundations of our house were now secure.

For many years after we fenced under our house, from time to time a wombat would amble past in the darkness of night and desire to retreat under our house. However, the heavy wire fencing always created an obstacle for them. Rhythmically they would push and bang and thud their bodies heavily against the wire and when that failed to secure their entrance, they would resort to digging, deeper and deeper. Alas the wire was always deeper then they could dig and the wombats would eventually give up the struggle and move onto grazing through the night once more.

Many times in life the foundations of who I am in Christ, loved by God, treasured and precious, and my purpose in Him, to glorify His name are shaken. We too experience the wombats of destruction as people fail us, hurt us, discourage us and knock us down. Sometimes we feel shrieked at, hissed upon and struck. The blows may be seen by no one, felt by no one but they wound us deep in our souls, where another can never know. God places the fence of His promises as a protection around our foundations. Believe God, His words are true. Allow Him to protect your foundation in Christ today.

Isa 28:16 Therefore thus says the Lord GOD, "Behold, I am laying in Zion a stone, a tested stone, A costly cornerstone for the foundation, firmly placed. He who believes in it will not be disturbed.

2 Tim 2:19 Nevertheless, the firm foundation of God stands, having this seal, "The Lord knows those who are His," 

White Painted Fences

White Painted Fences

I live in the beautiful, picturesque Hunter Valley in Australia. It is a rural area known internationally for it’s fine Australian wines. Our district has thousands of acres of undulating farmland growing grape vines in long, straight rows, pruned and flourishing in rich vibrant green. The Hunter valley is also internationally famous for the breeding and rearing of Thoroughbred horses and most of our country's best racehorses. It is one the of world’s largest horse breeding regions. Acre after acre of white fenced paddocks are the home to noble and elegant horses. There is something uniquely beautiful in the sight of a well groomed horse, prancing, grazing and galloping in all it’s regality. 

I am not a very “horsey” person. I grew up riding my neighbour’s uncooperative shetland pony, legs splayed over it’s ever widening girth. We plodded slowly up and down our street, only at the pace and interest of the pony. Excitement grew as another neighbour bought a real horse. She was a deep, brown mare with a touch of white splashed across her forehead. Her name was Sparky and us kids loved to hang over the wooden rails of the stock fence watching her. I grew to fear Sparky because she had the habit of biting, nipping here and there. However, growing up as all Australians do, I was raised on the bush poetry of Banjo Patterson, who authored the famous poem “The Man From Snowy River”, which told of the escape of a prize winning colt in the late 1800’s which had joined a mob of wild brumbies, and of the daring horseback pursuit though the rough and rugged terrain of Australia’s Snowy River Mountains, to capture the colt. In 1982 the poem became a very famous movie. As a result, even though I wasn’t overly keen on horses and their teeth, I placed on my bucket list of things to do one day, the desire to ride a horse in the Snowy River Mountains. 

My eldest daughter ready for the ride

My youngest daughter excited to go out riding

Several years ago my Snowy River Mountain horse riding wish came to fruition. Our church was camping down at the mountains one hot summer and I had the opportunity to go on a two hour horse trail ride with two of my daughters. My daughters loved horses and they had received some horse riding lessons as they grew. I, however was a bit more hesitant. We listened intently to the instructions, donned our hard, white riding caps, chose our horses and mounted them with enthusiasm. There was a group of about ten of us, some had never ridden and others like me were a little fearful and then there were my daughters, eagerly waiting to set off at a good pace. The Snowy River Mountains were all I had hoped for, thick bushland, steep rugged mountainsides; a beauty found only in Australia. I could picture the brumbies running wild and free and the story of the “Man From Snowy River” being played out around me. Down the precipitous mountain side we rode, leaning back in our saddles, up the arduous terrain, knees pressed close to the horse as we sat forward, feet pushing into the stirrups. The horses were sure footed, confident and moved with the ease of true bush mountain horses. The air was scented with eucalyptus trees, the loud shrieks of sulphur crested cockatoos echoed as they flew overhead and all around was the rugged attractiveness of the Australian bushland.

Our group in the Snowy River Mountains

I survived the horse ride :-)

The Rugged Bushland

Back at the Hunter Valley as I lazily lean against a white painted, wooden stock fence and gaze at the noble horses in the paddock, memories of my ride in the mountains and my inability to walk very well afterwards drift through my mind and I smile. My hands rest on the rough fence and I notice it’s paint work. White fences. Miles of white fences. Behind the fences live the best of Australia’s Thoroughbreds and our most valued race horses, all worth tens of thousands of dollars and more. White painted fences is used in the industry to protect the horses. As they gallop at high speeds during dusk or in the dark, the fences are seen clearly by them. Other fencing can find the horses colliding with them at break neck speeds and being severely injured, their careers in racing ended, maybe even their lives lost. 

God has painted the fences white in our lives. He clearly shows us where the boundaries are between a life in Him, the peace and joy of abiding in Him, and where the separation from Him occurs as we step into a place of emptiness, the “pleasures of sin for a season”, a life without His abiding presence. Will I stay within the white painted fences, or will I careen dangerously close to them, will I longingly look over them or even step over them? The fences are my protection for a rich, fulfilling abundant life of purpose, contentment and inner joy. They are placed there out of love for me. I either have the Son and life or I don’t have the Son and life. I either abide in Christ and He in me or I don’t abide in Him and He is not in me. Either  I know God and have eternal life or I don’t know Him and I don’t have eternal life. Where do I stand today? Within the white painted fences or without? Where do you stand?

Isa 59:2 But your iniquities have made a separation between you and your God

1 John 5:12 Whoever has the Son has life; whoever does not have the Son of God does not have life

John 15:5 Abide in Me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself unless it abides in the vine, so neither can you unless you abide in Me. 

John 17:3 "This is eternal life, that they may know You, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom You have sent. 

The Unknown Purchase

The Unknown Purchase

I am technologically challenged. Added to that I dislike reading manual’s or “how to” instructions. Who understands what they are talking about anyway? Thankfully, I like to ask ‘google’ questions when I have a problem and ‘google’ usually has the answer, unless of course it’s to do with my computer. What was google saying about my computer problem? Translation please!!! For a time being my dilemma at getting past the basics was solved by a houseful of helpful teenage daughters. Then they grew up and left home, one after the other. 

The day eventually arrived when my old and ailing mac laptop was ready to be replaced. An upgrade was absolutely necessary. I took all the important documents and photos off the old white computer, storing them appropriately for safe keeping, in case it should suddenly cease to function. However, I could hold off it’s replacement no longer. My youngest daughter was still in and out of home as a college student; my ‘boomerang baby’, the one who kept returning. Her tech savvy ability was a must. After some discussion, my delightful daughter decided to accompany me to the nearest Apple store and initiate and complete the transaction for me. My role in the task was to hand her my credit card. Off we went to the closest Apple store where we were greeted at the door by smiling, friendly staff. I looked around at all the stylish, contemporary tables with their wide variety of apple products on display and a mob of smiling, friendly staff ready on hand. I followed my daughter across the busy store to where the shiny new silver laptop sat. She started to show it to me and explain it’s functions when an amiable sales man came over to us. Then my daughter just took control of the situation. I hung behind her as she sorted out the sale with confidence. Finally, my moment of involvement arrived, and she held out her hand and I passed her my credit card. The transaction was completed and my daughter set up the lap top there in the store, with the salesman discussing it with her. At home, my daughter continued to direct and guide me on my new adventure. 

Several years later my new lap top started seriously slowing down. Moving from screen to screen became almost unbearable. The spinning, coloured circle, indicating my need to wait, kept twirling time and again across my screen. I prayed. I rang the free technical support service. The technician helpfully guided me through different parts of my computer to determine the problem. The diagnosis concluded that my hard drive was in it’s final moments of activity. I prayed some more. This was going to be expensive. My anxiety levels increased. I continued to pray. Suddenly my mind registered, with joy, what the computer specialist was saying to me. “You still have over three hundred days on your Apple Care.” Apple Care? I had Apple Care? A surge of relief coursed through my veins. My wonderful daughter had not only helped me purchase my new lap top, but she had, unknown to me, added Apple Care into the transaction. I was able to take my lap top back to my nearby Apple Store and within hours a new hard drive was placed within my computer free of charge.

My mind thought about a service I had unknowingly purchased and was there for me to use in my future, if necessary. I had no idea I owned it. How much this is like our relationship with God. He has purchased my redemption, my freedom and  my eternal life, do I even realise it? It’s there for me as a gift. It’s free. Not only has He purchased this for me, God is actually already in my future. There is nothing that comes my way that My Heavenly Father is not prepared for; He has already provided the way for me to pass through it. Nothing comes unexpectedly to Him. I can have complete confidence that all the problems, dilemmas and heart aches have been weighed gently in His hands and allowed to come to me only because He is there to carry me though everything and that He is working all things together for good. God has provided abundantly for each situation that comes my way, both now and in my future. I can rest peacefully in Him. I can trust Him. Can you?

Rev 22:13 "I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end.”

Jer 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

Ps 46:10 Declaring the end from the beginning, And from ancient times things which have not been done, Saying, 'My purpose will be established, And I will accomplish all My good pleasure'