Posted by: Meredith | May 15, 2013

Waging For An Engraved Invitation

When does the real life begin? My reminder that life is here and now was a jolt of unfortunate circumstances. I observe others that seem to be skimming along the surface of life, never fully committing to anything. Still others are butterflies flitting from one thing to another. Then there are some I don’t see at all because they are like I was for a period of time, isolated by their own design. Finally, to my joy, I’m meeting authentic Christian people who are out in the world living their life with bravado. They are in the work place, the market place, in meeting rooms, on the street. They are there unpretentiously living lives that model relaxed mental attitudes.

I’m joining them. I’m adjusting my attitude to one of love, acceptance, forgiveness, gentleness, peace. I want to focus on all the good that Jesus the Christ modeled for us. I’m equipped to do that through his teaching.

Some will tell you that life only begins in eternity. That theory doesn’t fly for me. Life is now, after death and into eternity. Breathe, exhale, move…LIVE!

Posted by: Meredith | May 12, 2013

Feet of Clay

I remember it well when I first understood the phrase, feet of clay, a weakness in character. It happened when someone I admired and respected showed a serious crack in their integrity. I railed against his failure, this person in a position of highest authority, until I calmed and understood that we all have faults, weaknesses in our character. Mine doesn’t show openly as someone who is in the place of leading a large group of people.

When I was a leader of young children, there came a time when I had a lapse of judgement. I could rationalize, but it happened in front of a small group of young children. I agonized over the incident overnight. In the morning I made my decision to go to my principal and tell him what happened. I could then make my apologies to the children, and make amends.

I’ve heard others say of people who show their feet of clay, it would be easier to forgive if only they would admit their failure. Perhaps it’s in the confession that crack can begin to be mended. I know when I came forward I could begin to forgive myself.

Practicing humility is a fine balance between sincerity and phoniness. Sometimes I can spot it, sometimes I’m fooled. But never fear, when you least expect it your pants cuff or your hemline will slip just enough, and there they are in plain sight, ugly feet of clay.
Be an authentic adult and work each day to become the person God created you to be. When you slip, and we all do, come forward and make amends. If you don’t your feet will shatter and you won’t have a leg to stand on.

Posted by: Meredith | May 12, 2013

Hard Times

I hear people say, “If I win the lottery – if I win the sweepstakes – if my horse comes in.” I admit I’ve thought the same thing. If I find my circumstances less than favorable because of errors in judgment, or unwise choices, I want to be rescued by ‘lady luck.’ I think it’s a fool who waits for luck to fix a problem.

Will I stop entering the HGTV sweepstakes? Probably not. Neither will I wait around to win to find solutions for difficulties. I’ve found if I make the hard choices of giving up what others take for granted, I’ll slowly work my way through economic hard times. I’ve found if one continues to do the same things the same way, everything stays the same. In other words, if your income is not enough to meet your bills, you’d better find ways to cut your expenses.

Once again I find the code for honorable people in the Bible. We’re admonished to not steal, pay our debts, learn to live within our means. I think this is the life God honors. God knows the intents and the purposes of our hearts. I can’t fool him.

Today our pastor told us when we get close to God, he gets close to us. I can’t influence God in my prayers if he hasn’t influenced me in my life. God has a soft spot for the prayers of righteous person. Focused prayer isn’t the “easy button” of Staples. It’s an effective way to communicate with the one I have a love relationship with. Righteousness is about the direction I’m taking in my life, not about where I am. I want to make progress, not be stagnant.

I want to thank my family who has been God’s hands on earth to help me through difficult times. Your support financially, as well as your moral and prayer support, has been a source of great comfort.

Posted by: Meredith | May 11, 2013

Nick the White

Nick is a white Schnauzer, about 6 & 1/2 years old. He weighs about 18 ponds, has the most expressive brown eyes and a beard that is difficult to keep clean. He is a proven mouser, what the breed is noted for, having brought various small dead animals to leave for me at my back door. I describe him as the perfect dog. He’s my constant companion ( he’s snuggled next to me now.) when I leave, he runs to the window to await my return. Nick greets me at the front door, tail wagging, so appreciative to see me, upon my return.

Nick’s vocabulary is, I want to eat, it’s time to go out and let’s play. I understand him as well as any human, better than some. We walk in our apartment complex and every body knows his name. He’s friendly to man or dog. Cats or squirrels, not so much;-} He gives me sweet doggie kisses, and likes to sleep curled up next to me. He’s my treasure, pal and faithful companion.

You can read about how he came into my life at http://meredithlbl.com/2012/02/22/nick/, and more on my dog page, http://meredithlbl.com.

Nick is a rescue. I want to encourage anyone considering a pet to choose to rescue one. It’s the best investment you’ll ever make!

Posted by: Meredith | May 8, 2013

Do Overs

Something didn’t turn out as I expected, the paint color for a room, a recipe, or something even more earth shattering, a failed relationship. Regardless of what the circumstances, I can choose a do over, an opportunity to re-do an action. I pick up the messy pieces of a shattered life, place them in God’s hands. He’s a God of many chances.

It sounds easy. I’ve had many opportunities to know there’s hard grunt work to a do over. The first thing I do is to come clean, ‘fess up. I had apart in this colossal train wreck. Second, I try to make amends to the innocent by-standers. Third, I take the fall-out with the help of the comfort of the Holy Spirit. The next step is to get up, get out and start again. I won’t isolate. There is still time remaining for me to fulfill my purpose before going home. I’m not a lost cause; I’m a beloved child of the King, royalty, adopted, salvaged, redeemed, sanctified and set free.

Do overs cost time, patience and perseverance. They are yours for the asking.

Posted by: Meredith | April 24, 2013

Taxi!

I’m fortunate to have made friends with ladies who have a variety of interests and talents. Their kindness in inviting me to participate in activities and groups has made my life full and rich, as well as busy most days. So recently because of car problems, I’ve had to rely on the kindness of friends to get around.

Today was my knitting group and I decided instead of inconveniencing someone I’d call a cab. I’ve never done this, but recently I saw an advertisement for a cab company and their phone number was so easy to remember, 444-4444. The 444 exchange is used in my fair hometown, Lebanon. So I called and reserved a cab.

The gentleman arrived on time, and we were on our way. I’m not one to ride in silence, so I struck up a conversation.”How do you pronounce your name?” (Mikhail)

“Michael. After St. Michael.”

“Yes, and Michael the Archangel. Where are you from?”

“The Holy Land. Do you know where that is?”

“Yes, Jerusalem.”

“I was born in Bethlehem.”

“Are you a Christ follower?”

“Yes, indeed.”

So, you see, I’m blessed to have God send an “angel” to pick me up. Yes, I did pay the fare, as well as a generous tip. But it did delight me to have this young man to converse with on my taxi ride.

Posted by: Meredith | April 23, 2013

Prayer

This is written without research, just as my tag states, ‘writing from the heart’. I read a post on prayer written by Don Merritt ( http://lifereference.wordpress.com) and got inspired.

These are my thoughts based on a lifetime of church attendance, Christian conferences and personal study. Prayer is something I think about a lot. It’s mysterious. I wanted to say mystical, but feared it would cause visions of crystal balls and gurus. It is a connection with God as I know him. God isn’t man. He is spirit. We ascribe human traits to him so we can understand him better.

I read in the scriptures that God wants to hear from me. When I call him, he hears me. In other words, if I were calling on my cell, he would pick up on the first ring. This is personal prayer. I read that I can pray unceasingly. To me that means during the course of the day there will be many circumstances that I can say, “Hey God, what about this; help; thanks; thinking about you.”

My prayers aren’t formal. I speak to him as a trusted friend. I don’t filter my talk with him. I speak what’s on my heart and mind. It’s not my concern if this is what I should pray. He knows me. He wants me to call out to him. He’s not going to knock me down if I say something that might not seem right to others. This is between God and me. I’m encouraged to call him more often if I’m not all tied up with should and should nots.

Prayer is a practice that I don’t mind doing over and over. I do it because I want that connection with him. I need it for serenity. Try it, you’ll be the beneficiary in more ways than I can count.

Posted by: Meredith | April 22, 2013

Joe Btfsplk

Joe is a character created by Al Capp. He always had a sad look and a dark cloud followed him everywhere he went. I think he was severely depressed.

Depression is an insidious intruder. She can creep, fall in or slowly invade your mind. She consumes your strength, robs you of appetite or causes you to eat everything but the fridge. Depression takes up an inordinate amount of space in your mind. Creativity flees from her dooms-day cloud. You shrink from the company of others and hunker down in your bed with the covers pulled tight. Health of mind, body and spirit suffer at her hands.

What shall we do in the face of this monster? I take an inventory of my feelings, actions and lack of motivation. Facing the monster is the first step for me to recovery. My next step is to examine the cause. Is it external? Can I remove myself from it? Perhaps not on a permanent basis, but I can detach with love, if possible.

I find scripture to be an excellent antidote for many ailments. Proverbs 12:25
The Message “Worry weighs us down; a cheerful word picks us up.” Do a Google search “scriptures and depression” and you’ll find verses to motivate you to shake depression. Claiming the promises is an excellent way to beat her down. I won’t let her rule over me.

Once I can regain control of my feelings, I can exercise and start to eat healthier. Nick, my dog, aides in my ability to control fear, depression and anxiety. He also is a great motivator to get out and walk.

Don’t neglect to discuss your problem with your physician. I would rather not take a pill, but sometimes that is what is necessary. I find that sharing my troubles with a trusted confidant is beneficial.

My last bit of advice, sing, whistle, hum. It helps me. I recall this little chorus from a song by George Henry Powell that my mom sang:

Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,
And smile, smile, smile,
While you’ve a Lucifer to light your fag,
Smile, boys, that’s the style.
What’s the use of worrying?
It never was worth while, so
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,
And smile, smile, smile.

Posted by: Meredith | April 17, 2013

Equivocate

I equivocate. In fact, I hold the prize for always equivocating. Equivocate means to use ambiguous or unclear expressions, usually to avoid commitment. I drive some folks nuts.

I’ve analyzed my insane habit and realize I’m under the mistaken conclusion that if I don’t make a decision, the other party involved will. They get to choose what they want. Does this make me a martyr? It doesn’t make sense to just say what I want, and hang the consequences.

Posted by: Meredith | April 17, 2013

Before ~ After

I lived too long in fairy land
All my dreams weren’t truth

I took all the disappointments
To weave and spin a perfect life

Gossamer clothed reality
Is difficult to sustain

I peel away the layers
To reveal the true self

Behold I am a new creation
Stripped and laid bare

Reality is attractive
Regardless of what you think

My life is so much better
With God’s truth as a guide

Lies are no longer needed
I’ve nothing to hide

I know each day I walk
In truth and light

“Pain is a touch stone that leads to spiritual growth.”

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