Archive | September 2012

Storm Warning

I was on the porch with my grandkids and a neighbor boy yesterday enjoying the pitter patter of rain when a strong gust of wind blew the outdoor trash containers over and sent us scurrying into the house. Within seconds, it began to downpour and the power went out. After staring at the wall of black clouds through the window I checked to make sure the storage area under the stairs was clear in case of imminent danger, and then tried to quiet the screaming toddlers.

In the midst of the ruckus my daughter called confirming we were under a tornado warning.  As I attempted to detach the terrified trio from my appendages,I informed her of my plans in case the need arose. When the call was over I focused on calming the children by singing songs, reading books and talking about how “cool” the rain and clouds were.  Although the storm outside continued to rage for a while longer, the storm inside quieted, and after the wind and rain let up a bit, I took the kids back out on the porch, where to my astonishment, they began dancing.

Thirteen years ago I was in the midst of another storm; the storm of divorce. One night in order to escape the chaos, I checked into a hotel. As the winds of change blew and the rains of failure and rejection pummeled me, I turned on the Christian radio station and  climbed into the tub.  Although my raging storm would continue for a long time, that night, the words to a particular song calmed my raging heart, and when my storm was finally over, I too, was able to dance.

Sometimes the storms in our lives are preceded by warnings, but often they are not.  Whether it’s the doctor’s diagnosis, a financial crisis, the betrayal of a spouse or friend, a traumatic experience, or the late night phone call you wish you never received, if you are currently in the midst of a storm know that God loves you and He is there for you.

I pray the words to this song by Scott Kerpain would bring you comfort and peace as they did me many years ago. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3BMIJHZSavo

                                                                              God Bless,

                                                                              Jeannie

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Potty Training

It’s potty training time at my daughter’s house. A few weeks ago I had to interrupt playtime with my grandsons for a quick bathroom break. A couple of minutes later the door flew open and the two year old walked in and said, “Good job, Mimi! Flush it! Do you want some candy? Then pointed to the sink and suggested I “wash hands.” Afterwards, he walked in the living room and pooped his diaper. Well, it sounds like he has the “training” part down.

As I changed my grandson that afternoon, James 1:22 came to mind. “But be ye doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving your own selves.” (KJV)

Unfortunately, I can think of numerous times when I have deceived myself by hearing and even teaching information, without application.  A “soft answer” sometimes goes out the window when I’m combating wrath, I don’t always look for the “way out” when I am being tempted, and I can’t even remember how many times I have failed to “trust in the Lord without leaning on my own understanding”. I have even been guilty of sitting in a poopy diaper of offense and bitterness while teaching a Bible study on forgiveness.

Thankfully, there are always new beginnings. A week later my grandson decided to act on what he knew ( I think the candy rewards might have had something to  do with it), and after a few days of practicing the “potty” part of potty training he was diaper free. I, too, am freer since I decided to invest more effort in application than instruction, which brings another scripture to mind. Hebrews 10:36 “You need to persevere so that when you have done the will of God, you will receive what he has promised.” (NIV)

 Hmmm…maybe he succeeded in potty training his Mimi after all.

                                                        Have a Blessed Day!

                                                        Jeannie