Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Sitting Under the Shelter Tree

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.  ~Leo Buscaglia


Encouraging Others
What I love about shelter sightings is that everyone's tree looks just a bit different. I sit under Avis' tree and am blessed by her appreciation of my writings. I sit under Melanie's tree and am sheltered with fun surprises -- a magazine, a container of cookies she baked for her family, a blog link she knows I'll love. I think sometimes we think sheltering is just the big blessings, the big gifts. To me, it's primarily the little things. It's Joann sheltering with a hug, my mother celebrating my writing accomplishments, Janene's "I'm praying for you," and Emily's "Sit still, Momma, I'll get it."



One Autumn sighting I've had is on Stephanie's Somewhat Simple blog. Stephanie came up with a special way to shelter her family by making a fun pumpkin garland. This is what she says: 
This garland is not only cute and festive, it is a sweet reminder of what we love about each person in our family. Now everyone in my family has their own hanging pumpkin telling them just a few of the reasons why their family members love them!
The second sighting is Stacey from A Delightful Home. One of the best things a momma can teach her children is to shelter. I was delighted to find this tree (you know my fixation on trees) card her children made for special people in their lives. She says:
[This is] a sweet (and earth-friendly way) the kids can show love and gratitude to special people in their life. Help your child think of specific things they appreciate about an individual and write them inside. (This is my favorite part. It is always fun to hear what children come up with!)
I've been sheltered the last couple weeks -- among them an invitation to dinner, crisp delicious apples, sweet blog comments and a letter from a blog friend.

I hope reading of these sightings will bless you as well as spark a few ideas of your own. I'd love to hear about them. Remember, it's the love bundled into the gift that blesses -- or as George MacDonald says, “the loving thought.” If instead of a gem, or even a flower, we should cast the gift of a loving thought into the heart of a friend, that would be giving as the angels give.

God's heart smiles when we shelter.

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Pumpkin Chocolate Bread

This is one of my new favorite shelter idea. I made it and believe me when I say it’s delicious! No reason for me to recopy the recipe. Go to Amy’s blog at My Name is Snickerdoodle. It makes a large heavy loaf. Next time I’m going to make it in smaller pans.  


And for a gift tag idea, check out these from Esther's at Shoregirl's Creations.   

Friday, October 14, 2011

The Shelter of Rest

Note well the words of Jesus...Come to me and rest. Never, never did Christ send a heavy laden one to work; never, never did He send a hungry one, a weary one, a sick or sorrowing one, away on any service. For such the Bible only says, Come, come, come. ~Hudson Taylor

Last weekend Morgan and Camron visited while Shawn and Melanie sneaked away for their anniversary.  We had a big Sunday dinner, then the guys took over child care so Emily and I could finish up the kitchen cleaning.  The family room was strangely quiet, and when Emily and I investigated we found Pawpaw conked out with Morgan and Jonathon napping with Camron.  Both of them work hard during the week and evidently needed some Lay-z-boy rest.

So many times when we get tired physically we also experience spiritual fatigue. Charles Swindoll said, "In place of our exhaustion and spiritual fatigue, God will give us rest. All He asks is that we come to Him...that we spend a while thinking about Him, meditating on Him, talking to Him, listening in silence, occupying ourselves with Him - totally and thoroughly lost in the hiding place of His presence."

His presence -- the hiding place for the weary.  Spurgeon calls this rest a "pearl because it is so precious, so blessed a thing."

Sometimes the weariness comes from the daily struggle of living.  Young mothers, weary from a day of changing the baby's diapers, telling the three-year-old "no" for the upteenth time, homeschooling the six-year-old, washing clothes, preparing meals -- and that's just the tip of what her day holds.  This mother lays her head on the pillow at night, with barely the energy to say, "I'm tired."  Where is her rest?

Other times the weariness comes from the constant conflict -- first with her husband, then with the two teens living under her roof.  The phone rings and it's another accusatory call from a belligerent mother-in-law.  To top it off, there's the decorating for the fall festival. She can't even concentrate with the barrage of angry words echoing in her ears.  Where is her rest?

And then there's the woman who just became a widow.  In addition to the pain of losing her mate, she's trying to figure out insurance policies, find a job after being out of the market for years, and make decisions about keeping or selling her home.  Where is her rest?

Chronic pain, divorce, death of a child, loss of a house through a tornado -- people are dealing with heartache every day.  The economy brings more stress as layoffs and downsizing change the bottom figures for families. Her mind is tired, physically she can't put one foot in front of another, and spiritually feels far away from God.  Where is her rest?

God intends for us to find rest in Him.  How?  By coming.  That's it.  It's God's promise.  "Come...and I will."  We don't need to come with a fist full of cash.  We don't have to perform or speak with spiritual jargon.  We just come.  And in the coming, we show our belief in the God of rest.  We can echo with David, "Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him" (Psalm 62:5).

So come, bring your burdens of pain, of depression, of heartache, and leave them with Jesus.  Carrying the burdens drags us down, but come, leave them at the feet of Jesus -- those beautiful nail-scarred feet -- and there you will find rest.

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Tuesday, October 11, 2011

God Breathed Words

Write down these words.  Exodus 34:27  

Words.  Sometimes they tumble around and around in my head like socks in a dryer.  Other times it's as though the socks never make it to the dryer -- eaten alive by the washer before they become a possibility.   And then there are the times I find them in the drawer of my mind, mated and folded, ready to put on paper.

But rarely do they end up published like they emerge.  They need a metaphor here or a Scripture tucked in there for better clarity.  RB reads through the initial drafts with questions, "What did you mean here?" or "I think this word works better."

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When I became a Christian, God changed me, but there was plenty of maturing that followed.  Tidbits of ideas and personal interpretations from sermons I've heard through the years tumble around in my head.  Some of them are discarded by the Holy Spirit when they don't stand the Scripture test.  Others I find mated with God's approval, ready to accept in my heart and assimilate into daily living.  

This awareness helps me listen more closely to the whispers of my Heavenly Father.  "Why did you speak so sharply?"  "Why didn't you offer grace?"  And in my heart of honesty I find that I need those corrections, remembering God loves those He disciplines (Proverbs 3:12).

It is then, through Grace, that the manuscript of my life shines authentically.  Only then the God-breathed words I write become not my own, but His.  My words, devoid of my pride, change from my original intention into a  "Behold, I make all things new."  I look at my manuscript and wonder, Did I write this?  And I know the credit belongs to God.




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From Old to New

I had an idea and went searching for an "old" that could become new.  At one thrift store I found the candlesticks and a pumpkin.  In another I found the second pumpkin.  Emily found the third one in Marion.  The paint I found on clearance at Walmart.  The Krazy Glue I found in RB's stash of glue -- Do all men love glue or are my daddy and RB the only ones with stashes? 

The steps are easy:
Ask husband to spray paint candle sticks.
Glue one to the bottom of each pumpkin.
Dry and fill.

In my writing, the credit goes to God.  In my crafting this project, the credit goes to Eighteen25.  Check out the blog of three sisters: Jamie, Jodie and Jen.  They are always crafting something fun that I want to craft-lift. 

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Saturday, October 8, 2011

The Sheltering Aroma

“Christ shield me this day: Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me, Christ on my right, Christ on my left, Christ when I lie down, Christ when I arise, Christ in the heart of every person who thinks of me, Christ in the eye that sees me, Christ in the ear that hears me” (from “The Breastplate of St. Patrick”).


I love anything scented -- Yankee Vineyard candles, Ralph Lauren perfume, Mrs. Meyer's Lemon Verbena cleaner, Baby Magic.  This week my house smelled like fall -- a fragrant mixture of apples, cinnamon and cloves.  I had apple butter simmering in the crock pot.  The aroma filled my home and made me smile.

Paul said, "For we are to God the aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing" (2 Corinthians 2:15).

I had a father once tell me that he didn't like me to hold his son because he smelled like a girl afterwards. Hmmm.  I want the aroma of Christ to so fill every pore of my being that everyone nearby smells like Him.   And long after I leave their presence, the bouquet of Christ -- His sinless life, His willing death, and His living joy -- will linger to draw hearts and make them hungry to know Him.

So often the stench of gossip wrapped in concern, the foul odor of discontent,  the reek of self-importance, the lingering stink of a judgmental attitude, or the deadly fumes of sarcasm permeate the air -- how many times do others leave my presence, holding the nose of their hearts?  It's a daily choice.  I want to leave the scent of holiness, of purity, and mercy and grace -- to leave behind the joy of a blessing, to offer ready forgiveness, to embrace the sinner, even if I am repulsed by the sin, and fill my heart so full of the love of Christ that it seeps through every pore of my soul.

What aroma are you leaving behind? It's impossible to shelter without the aroma of Christ. This song is my prayer -- "Let your sweet aroma fill my life."



Lily of the Valley, let your sweet aroma fill my life.
Rose of Sharon, show me how to grow in beauty in God's sight.
Fairest of ten thousand, make me a reflection of your light.
Daystar shine down on me; let your love shine through me in the night.

Lead me, Lord, I'll follow anywhere you open up the door.
Let your word speak to me; show me what I've never seen before.
Lord, I want to be your witness; You can take what's wrong and make it right.
Daystar shine down on me; let your love shine through me in the night.

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Easy and Aromatic Apple Butter

2 large jars applesauce -- one sweetened and one no-sugar-added.
2 cups apple cider

Cook in a crockpot for 12 hours or until spreading consistency. 

You may add 2 cups of sugar or honey, but I didn't want the extra sugar and we also like a bit of tartness to it. 

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Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Thankfulness 101

Gratitude takes three forms: a feeling in the heart, an expression in words, and a giving in return.
~ John Wanamaker ~

Connie was attending college in my sister’s hometown. When spring break came and Connie was unable to fly home to Montana to visit her family, Ray and Melodie quickly stepped in and opened their home for the week. Melodie is a hostess queen, and this week found her at her best. She designed each meal with the precision of a surgeon planning a delicate surgery. Along with cooking and baking, she used all her creative ideas for setting a beautiful table. Fresh flowers tucked in the napkin rings added elegance to one meal. Tiny flickering candles in salt dishes at every place setting seasoned another dining experience. Sparkling iced tea with mint leaves, cloth napkins folded like swans, and tiny hearts cut out of butter pats were only a few additional beautiful “blessings” she provided that week.


My namesake aka Pam
After the first couple meals, Ray noticed an obvious trend. Connie never said thank you—not for the beautifully set tables or for the delicious food. Determined to remind her that thanks were in order, Ray began an exaggerated plan of attack. “Thank you, Melodie, this is the best baked corn you’ve ever made.” “The table is beautiful, Melodie. I feel like we’re dining at the White House tonight.” On and on he praised without a single word of thanks from Connie. What DID happen was that two-year-old Pammy began lisping, “Tank-oo, mommy, thith ith good food!” and “I wike the pettie table.”

The Bible tells many wonderful stories of people who showed their gratitude by saying a simple “thank you.” David showed gratitude to his friend Jonathan’s memory by treating his son with kindness. Abigail showed gratitude to David in spite of her dysfunctional home life. Ruth thanked Boaz for allowing her to gather grain in his fields. And we all know how that turned out—she was rewarded with a
                                                                       husband!

Giving thanks—what makes it so difficult for some and easy for others? Thanksgiving is a learned virtue. Without using words, my mother trained me to show thankfulness. Handing out appreciation seemed as natural to her as breathing—wrapping up cinnamon rolls for a teacher who spent extra time to teach me a concept, penning a thank-you note to someone who had given an effective presentation, or using her china at an “everyday” meal for an “I’m grateful for you” statement. She may not have sat me down for a lesson on thanksgiving, but her expressions of thankfulness to others as a daily discipline taught me invaluable lessons.

G. B. Stern said, “Silent gratitude isn’t much use to anyone.” You may feel thankful, but unshared thankfulness is useless to others.

Here are some easy ways to get started “speaking” your thanks.

Under Granddad's name is Philippians 1:3
I thank my God every time I remember you.
1.  According to an old Chinese proverb, “When you eat bamboo shoots, remember who planted them.” The same goes for, “When you eat a great steak, remember who grilled it.” Scribble a note of thanks on a napkin and send it to the chef via your server.

1.  You may or may not agree with the current war, but remember the soldiers who risk their lives daily to preserve our peace and freedom. Operation Gratitude is a volunteer, non-profit organization that wishes to show our soldiers gratitude. Through letter-writing and care packages you can show your appreciation and gratitude to the men and women of the U.S. Military. There are so many ways available to give: financial, knitting and crocheting scarfs, recycling cell phones and ink cartridges, etc.

3.  When praising others, let’s not forget the importance of praising God. Mary is our example in showing gratitude to Him.
“My soul glorifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has been mindful of the humble state of his servant" (Luke 1:46-48).

Saint Teresa of Avila said, “In all things discern the providence and wisdom of God, and in all things give Him thanks.”

Wonderful things transpire when we show gratitude to God. When Jehoshaphat heard that the people of Moab, Ammon, and a great multitude of others were coming to battle against Judah, he used praise as his weapon. Singers went before the army and praised him in the beauty of holiness. “Praise the Lord,” they sang. “Praise the Lord for His mercy endures forever.” What happened? Judah’s enemies killed each other!

Have you heard the proverb, “Little pitchers have big ears?” The listening ability of your children is off the charts—they understand far more than you give them credit for. You may be guilty of holding conversations that you wish they had not overheard. But when you hand out thanks—whether to the receptionist at the pediatric care center or to the woman who slices your lunch meat at the local deli—your children are listening and learning. Here are a few ways you can include them and help them grow into a grateful way of life:

1. Begin a Family Gratitude Journal or Online Blog

Charles E. Jefferson said, “Gratitude is born in the hearts of those who take time to count up past mercies.” Robert A. Emmons and Michael E. McCullough conducted three studies and found that the participants who kept a gratitude journal had greater emotional energy and subjective well being. Keeping a journal is simple. Choose a time, once a week, after dinner as “Gratitude Time.” A simple notebook will do. Allow the children to print “thank you” in colored markers all over the cover. Or go to www.dictionary.com and translate “thank you” into different languages to print on the cover. Record your family’s gratitude list in the notebook. Once a month go back and read through the lists.

2. Start Your Day with a Praise Verse

The Psalms are full of praises to God. Read one to your family at breakfast. You’ll be amazed how starting the day with thankfulness will bring joy and peace all day long. It’s hard to grumble over top of, “I love you, O Lord, my strength" (Psalm 18:1/NAB).  Write the day’s praise verse on an index card to carry with you throughout the day, or place it in a prominent place where you can see it as you perform the day’s duties.

3. Use “Gratitude Baskets” for Each Member of the Family

Hang a basket on the door of each family member’s bedroom. These baskets are to hold “thank you jots” of family gratitude. Did your son take time to play a game with his younger sister? Take time to jot a quick thank you and place it in his basket. Did your daughter bring you a bouquet of fallen leaves?  Put a “thank you jot” in her basket—even if someone has to help her read it. Don’t forget to hang a basket for Mom and Dad—your children will soon be filling it with thanks—and you’ll be training a new generation of grateful adults-to-be.

How will you keep your heart thankful in this ungrateful world? William Ward said, "God gave you a gift of 86,400 seconds today. Have you used one to say thank you?" A heart dries up without thankfulness soon becomes hard with selfishness. There is a remedy to a hard heart. Verbalize one thankful gift each day. Soon your heart will begin to swell like a hard sponge put in water.

Don't be afraid of using too much thankfulness -- the sponge of your heart holds plenty.  And if it runs over?  That's okay, too.  A heart running over with thanksgiving spills into the hearts of others -- Thankfulness begets thankfulness.

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Saying Thanks with a Pumpkin Roll

Last night as I was drifting off to sleep, God showed me a friend I needed to thank. Carisa is so unselfish in her giving.  And she does it in a totally unassuming way.  I've often sat under her sheltering tree. Within seconds, I knew how I might be able to bless Carisa.  While I cook in a rather haphazard kind of way (dumping and adding pinches), Carisa cooks recipes she has improved upon until perfect -- a rather intimidating factor contributing to why her food always tastes better than mine. A
pumpkin roll is one thing she doesn't make, but her family loves, so it was an easy choice.

When God was speaking to me, I actually responded out loud to Him to keep myself accountable -- and to help me remember. I often forget what I'm thinking as I drift off to sleep.  I've written brilliant books in my mind but in the morning don't even recall the topic.  God made sure I wouldn't forget.  I dreamed about Carisa last night and it wasn't good.  While backing out of a parking space, I couldn't get my foot on the brake.  As I struggled, I backed over one of their brand new pups.  Carisa was standing by the door sobbing.  I went into her house, only to find her grandmother lying on the couch, sobbing.  It was so horrible; no wonder I woke up shaking.  I was so afraid I would re-dream it that I struggled to stay awake the remainder of the night. Sure wish I could figure out a better way to retain my midnight thoughts!


Pumpkin Roll Recipe
This recipe looks a lot harder than it actually is.  Don't be afraid to try it.  

Cake:

3/4 cup all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 large eggs
1 cup granulated sugar
2/3 cup pumpkin

1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees F. Grease and flour a 15 x 10-inch jelly-roll pan. Sprinkle towel with 1/4 cup powdered sugar.
2.  Combine flour, baking powder, cinnamon, and salt in small bowl. Beat eggs and sugar in large mixer bowl until thick. Beat in pumpkin. Stir in flour mixture. Spread evenly into prepared pan.   
3.  Bake for 13 to 15 minutes or until top of cake springs back when touched. Immediately loosen and turn cake onto prepared towel.  Roll up cake and towel together, starting with narrow end. Cool on wire rack.
Filling:

6 ounces creamed cheese
1 cup powdered sugar
4 tbsp butter
1 tsp vanilla
1.  Beat cream cheese, powdered sugar, butter and vanilla extract in small mixer bowl until smooth. 
2.  Carefully unroll cake; remove towel. Spread cream cheese mixture over cake. Reroll cake.  

Icing:

1/4 cup brown sugar
4 tbsp butter
Powdered sugar to make icing consistency. 
Chopped pecans

1.  Combine sugar and brown sugar.  Slowly heat to boiling. Cool.
2.  Add powdered sugar and beat until smooth.
3.  Pour over roll and sprinkle with pecans.
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Thursday, September 29, 2011

Worthy of My Lampstand




If I make you light-bearers, you don’t think I’m going to put you under a bucket,
do you? I’m putting you on a light stand. Now that you are set on a hilltop,
on a lamp stand - shine!   Keep open house; be generous with your lives.
By opening up to others, you’ll prompt people to open up with God.
Matthew 5:15 (The Message)  





The lamp stand waits quietly in the darkness, surrounded by those who yearn for the light. The door squeaks open and a lamp enters, proudly believing he was chosen to shine. He knew his lamp was the latest in pottery -- shaped then glazed with an iridescent glow. But every time he tried to climb onto the stand, his shiny coat slid off. It wasn’t that this lamp was eager to shine God’s light; he merely wanted others to see how he shined. Pride has a slippery exterior, and many people believe they are exempt from service to others. They want others to see them, but have no love of Christ that draws the seeking to the Savior.

The door cracks open again while those surrounding the lamp stand become discouraged. “No one cares,” is whispered as a few sneak out the door. They seek a vice to drown their disappointment -- alcohol, drugs and eating disorders…

Back at the lamp stand the second lamp touches the shoulder of one nearby waiting. “Did you hear? Mr. Jones stole money from the church treasury.” Into the next ear he whispered, “Sally Sue is pregnant and not a husband in sight.” From ear to ear, the lamp whispers gossip that will wound and break hearts. Some true, some not, but each one unnecessary. The lamp decorated with happy hearts and smiling faces isn’t welcomed by the lamp stand.

 There’s still no light and the darkness thickens as the lamp slinks away to gather more juicy news. His lip curls in a sneer as he sees another lamp striding purposefully through the door. This lamp has scratches from those who rejected his light, mars from those who used his light to profit themselves, and cracks from others who told untrue stories about the purpose for which he shone his light.

As soon as this battle scarred lamp entered a room, a glow began weaving its way toward the lamp stand. “How will the lamp hold its oil?” the people asked each other. “The cracks will let the oil leak, and the light will go out.”

But no, he didn’t need oil in his lamp. He had within himself the one thing he needed to shine -- he had the love of Jesus. On the way to the lamp stand, the light spoke encouraging words to the tired, discouraged mother, patted a small, crying boy on the head, and made a rebellious teen laugh. These people lived in his community. Each one was important to the lamp. He climbed onto the lamp stand and began to glow. He had found his place--right where he was needed the most. 



Caffeine Jolt of Sheltering Light

When my husband was principal of a private school, early every morning he made routine rounds to the classrooms, praying for each student and teacher before the first bell sounded.. Awesome principal, right? Dedicated and sincere. But RB also carried the title of "Christian," and along with principal duties came the duty to let his light shine. And shine it did.

Each Friday morning, long before the students began to arrive, the city sanitation employees stopped by to empty the overflowing barrels of pencil stubs, scrap paper and lunch remnants. As the truck rattled onto the school parking lot, RB walked toward the truck with three coffee cups in one hand and a coffee pot in the other. On cool mornings the warm coffee was greeted with joy. On warm mornings the shot of caffeine was eagerly awaited. On frigid mornings, RB often invited the men into the school to warm up, and sometimes even shared a donut to accompany their coffee. Week after week, year after year, he served these men.

I would like to suggest that this act of service was as important to God as RB’s daily prayers for his teachers and students. The offer of coffee was a sacred light, a light worthy of a lamp stand.

Sheltering Light from a Riding Horse

My mother drove the several hundred miles from Pennsylvania to visit with me a few days. Like most mother and daughters, we love to shop together. On one of our treasured ventures, I dropped Mother off at the store’s door to save her a few steps. After parking, I entered the store in time to see my mother put a quarter in the slot of a horse a couple little boys had been trying to giddy up. As the horse began to gallop on its stand, child-like joy shone in the riders’ eyes -- a reflection, I would like to think, from a light worthy of a lamp stand.

Sheltering Light in the Hole of a Doughnut

He was “Grandpa” to many of us. Grandpa Arnold, though not a blood relative, loved people. Chocolate chip/pecan cookies were his specialty. His mantra was, “if one cup of chips or pecans makes them good, then two will make them better.” If he knew someone was going on a trip, he showed up at their door with a box of cookies just before departure time. A youth group meeting? Grandpa’s cookies were there. Many times when the automatic drawer of the bank drive-through extended toward the open car window, it returned with not only Grandpa’s monetary deposits, but also with a bag of yummy Magic Morning doughnuts. Is it any wonder these cashiers shared their prayer requests with him? They saw his light shining through the doughnut holes.

Invisible Lamps with God’s Light

It’s not the big, showy acts of love which have the brightest light. It’s the little everyday actions, performed unselfishly by invisible lamps and given without the need of acknowledgement, that radiate the greatest distance. It’s the illuminated, pure gifts given from a generous heart of gratitude and joy for the Savior who died for us. These sacred gifts can make you worthy of your lamp stand -- opening others to the Savior’s gift of salvation. That's the light that shelters!
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Monday, September 26, 2011

Storm Praises


                                        When you cannot rejoice in feelings, 
            circumstances or condition, rejoice in the Lord.  
~A. B. Simpson


A white flash from the sky, a deafening clap then a roll of thunder.  Storms.  When I'm safe on the inside with a good book in my hand and a tall glass of iced tea beside me, I love them.  But what happens when the storms come to one’s heart?  The white flash of physical pain, the loud clap of a failed marriage or the rumbling roll of financial problems.  How do we face these storms?

Prepare:  Storms come to us all -- someone we love dies, physical suffering weakens us, jobs are lost, close friends betray us, investments fail.  We can prepare for such formidable storms by memorizing the promises of God.

I will never fail you, I will never abandon you.  Hebrews 13:5

So after you have suffered a little while, he will restore, support, and strengthen you, and he will place you on a firm foundation. 1 Peter 5:10

The righteous person faces many troubles, but the Lord comes to the rescue each time. Psalms 34:19

Pray:  When the storm clouds gather, we need to enter the Throne Room of our Heavenly Father through Jesus.  We come to God because 1) He's promised to be with us. and 2) By coming to Him we demonstrate faith in His promise.  Our faith pleases God.

Praise:  Even in the storm we can praise.  Praise isn't limited to being on top of the world.  When we praise, we concentrate on God, and our heart reflects the power of His love.  Reflect on God's character, and begin to praise Him for His attributes.  "I praise you for your omnipotence; I praise you for your faithfulness and for your justice..."  It’s futile to praise Him for his attributes and blame Him for our storms at the same time. 

Pay it forward:  God comforts us and wants us to use our experience to comfort and shelter others.  

All praise to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. God is our merciful Father and the source of all comfort. He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us. 2 Corinthians 1:3-4

For the last several days a friend and colleague of RB’s has been going through a storm. His son, a brittle diabetic (since age 5) and a freshman in college, is in the hospital with a liver three times what it should be and also an enlarged bladder. Quinton needs prayer and I'm asking for those who read this -- those who have been comforted by God, our Father -- to pray the doctor will find the cause quickly.

Whether we are in the storm or the storm is advancing on our friends, we can praise. These words below were written by Mark Hall of Casting Crowns.  In the storms of my life and through the ones in my friends, I will praise Him in the storm.
was sure by now
That You would have reached down
And wiped our tears away, stepped in and saved the day;
But once again, I say, Amen -- and it's still raining…
 
As the thunder rolls,
I barely hear Your whisper through the rain, "I'm with you."
And as Your mercy falls I raise my hands
And praise the God who gives and takes away.
          And I'll praise You in this storm, and I will lift my hands;
          For You are who You are, no matter where I am.
         And every tear I've cried You hold in Your hand.
         You never left my side, and though my heart is torn,
          I will praise You in this storm.

                                                        ~Mark Hall

Update:  Good news!  Quinton is on rebound and is expected to do progressively better as he adjusts to several new meds.


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