Sunday, May 31, 2020

I Will Trust

"I will trust and not be afraid."

This verse has been on repeat the last couple of weeks.

- When work looks overwhelming...
     I will trust and not be afraid.

- When an order I was counting on doesn't come...
      I will trust and not be afraid.

- When relationships seem hard...
      I will trust and not be afraid.

- When health issues loom large...
      I will trust and not be afraid.

- When the future looks uncertain...
      I will trust and not be afraid.

- When a pandemic hits and my world is turned upside down...
      I will trust and not be afraid.

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This song has also been on repeat: Yes and Amen.
"I will rest in your promises, My confidence, is your faithfulness..."


Every day and all the time... I will trust and not be afraid!


Sunday, May 3, 2020

Trust vs. Worry

I found myself slipping back into this thing of worry, again the other day, and Jesus so gently reminded me of Matthew 6:

25. Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? 27. Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?
33. But seek first His kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.

There is always something to worry about...

I see the dust blowing and worry about it being too dry, but then it starts raining and what if it floods?

I worry about having too much work but my work is cut back and I worry about not having enough.

I worry about not having enough time but then I have extra time and worry about what to do.

I worry about what people think of me and then I worry that they aren't thinking about me at all.:(

I feel good today but what if I don't feel good tomorrow?

I worry about what to wear - will I be too cold or maybe too hot?!

God has always provided for me in the past but, what if, this time, he doesn't?!

Worry is not okay with the Father and it is not okay with me. He kindly showed me how I had gotten off track and needed to get my eyes back on Him. Throughout the next day these words kept coming back to me, "Do not worry." He wasn't just saying, "Get over it! What's the big deal?", but there was the gentle whisper, I've got this and it's going to be okay. I felt the pressure lift and I could relax and go on with my work.

It goes back to trust. Trust is being able to identify what I need, telling God what it is and believing that he will supply it. To know that I matter to Him.

Thank you, Father!




Sunday, March 15, 2020

A New Identity

“When you are a Bear of Very Little Brain, and you Think of Things, you find sometimes that a Thing which seemed very Thingish inside you is quite different when it gets out into the open and has other people looking at it.”
—Winnie the Pooh


Excitement was running high as a friend and I headed to a "Be In Health" conference in Tulsa, OK. We had the support of many friends and the confidence that God would come and meet us there. Questions needed answers. We had no idea the "fun" we would have staying at a Hilton - getting lost inside, unable to gain access to our room, walking for miles, etc. - but, oh, the laughter! (But that is another story for another day.)

As we settled into our seats that first day and the speakers got up to make introductions I found myself crying, the tears silently trickling down my face. I was powerless to make them stop. I felt the love and Presence of God, knew that it was a safe place and that God had brought me there. 

Be In Health teaches about the possible spiritual roots connected with disease. They have done much research and through the Holy Spirit helped thousands of people to find healing that they so desperately needed. Let me just say that not all disease comes from spiritual problems but if you have gone to a doctor and they can't find anything wrong it might be a clue to check further. 

But let me tell you my story...

For many years I have had allergies, mainly chemical sensitivity to perfumes, scented candles, detergents, etc. For awhile it seemed to be getting better but more recently had increased in intensity. I realized I was afraid of people and places where I knew I would have to face this thing. It really resonated with me when they said allergies come from anxiety, stress and fear - more specifically relationship breakdowns in the home and not feeling safe. 

For two days I sat under their teaching. There were many good things and much of it I had read about in their book "A More Excellent Way". It made sense and yet I couldn't quite put my finger on what was the root issue for me, so I kept praying and asking God to shine His light. The conference ended with no significant breakthrough.

The next day as we were driving home I got out my notes and my friend and I were discussing the things we had learned. Suddenly things began to make sense. My grandpa was an angry man and didn't have a good relationship with his sons. Because of that my dad harbored a lot of anger. For the most part it was hidden deep inside but on occasion showed its face. (I will just insert here that he was a very Godly man and served God to the best of his knowledge and I honor him for that.) I tried very hard to please my dad. I tried hard to keep peace in the family. I wanted to do everything just right cause I was terrified of dad getting angry at me. I realized that is the way I had learned to relate to others, as well. It's a fear-based identity. Anger is fear-driven, therefore, it is often controlling. Fear of others being angry with me creates distance. 

I was shocked to realize I am just like my dad. For the most part I had kept the anger stuffed deep inside (the resentment I felt when others didn't listen to me, made unjust demands, didn't treat me well, etc.), but those I was closest to and worked with day to day were actually afraid of me. I was trying to control them with my anger. 

I had to forgive my dad and get rid of all bitterness towards him. I repented of agreeing with the spirit of anger that was passed down to me and cast it out. I asked forgiveness for how my anger hurt others. 

Because of my earthly father I had a wrong perception of my heavenly Father. As I asked Him what He wanted me to know, this is what He said: I am a God of love, not anger. Your dad's identity was anger but mine is love. 

I have felt a real difference this past week in how I feel towards/relate to people. There is a freedom and a joy in relationship that I've never had before. It's not that I'm never tempted to be angry but God reminds me of my new identity and as I choose love it brings peace. 

As for the allergies, I believe that is something that will need to be walked out, as well, and choosing love over fear. I can already see a difference and I am grateful.

We live in an imperfect world with imperfect people but our perfect God patiently keeps working to draw us to Himself. He is teaching my heart to trust again. 

Healing comes through relationship. 






Wednesday, January 1, 2020

The Gift of Time

Another year gone...another year before me...50 years gone, 50 more to come...:)

The best gift anyone could ever give me is time (of course, there is always chocolate, too!) I love spending time with people, to connect heart to heart, to talk about things that really matter. 

This Christmas Ann and I decided not to give a lot of gifts but rather do things for one another. We also spent a lot of time talking - about the past, present and future. 

The last year was hard in many ways. The decision to move in with Mom & Ann (a few short weeks before Mom died) was a difficult one (the giving up of my independence) but it is one I will never regret. I treasure the memories of Mom and the last 2 weeks that we siblings got to spend around her bedside. It was an unexpected gift that may never come again. 

Mom is gone but memories are not. Today I mentioned eating sprouts and couldn't help but add a quote of Mom's from the last year, "It must be hard to be a rabbit!" Ann & I erupted in laughter! Playing games with friends the last 2 days also reminded me of Mom who dearly loved to play games. I like doing puzzles because they are a good interaction point and also remind me of Mom. 

A friend, from grade school days, and I have been wanting to get together. Finally I said that we need to go out and celebrate turning 50! We talked of different options and then she said, "Let's just plan to spend the day!" That connected with my heart - someone wants to spend the day with me!

The Father has been taking me to new levels of trust this past year. It has been hard, but good, at the same time. He is there walking with me on the journey and He loves spending time with me. Even in the pain He comes and quietly sits with me. This song  Not Afraid is a current favorite of mine.

Thank you, Father, for the gift of time. 

Saturday, October 5, 2019

Leaving...

A few weeks ago my brother, sister and I went to visit the place near McPherson where I lived the first 6 years of my life. The folks that bought it 43 years ago are still the current owners. We were delighted to see how they have kept it up and made many improvements.



In the days when we lived there, there was a screened-in porch and a detached garage. Now the porch has been opened up and the attached 2-car garage makes a nice addition.


Neither did the kitchen Mom worked in look anything like this. There was a dividing wall between the kitchen and dining room, making it much smaller, the cupboards were old and the kitchen sink was by the north window, causing frozen water pipes in the winter.

It was with delight that we toured the whole house, sharing memories and recalling how things used to be. They even let us peak into the attic. We sat at the dining room table and heard stories of days gone by, some of which were totally new to me. A beautiful link to Dad and Mom, who have gone on before.

And then we walked around outside...The old machine shed is long gone, along with the little garage. The old silo we used to play in was also gone but the milk house still stood. They talked of the "1000" trees Dad planted (maybe 2000!) for a windbreak around the whole 15 acres. It was refreshing to see how the current owners have kept and taken care of them.

As we drove away we all felt in a bit of a daze, as if we had stepped back over 40 years.

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I have lived in many places since that one. For a few short weeks I will still be living in the house Dad had built 26 years ago near Hutchinson, and then I, too, must say goodbye.


I don't recall shedding tears when I had to move at 6 years old. Then I was excited for something new and the whole world was before me. Although I have already said goodbye to Dad and Mom, this move feels like leaving another piece of them behind, but I know that it is good and I choose to reach towards the light with open hands and heart, with a bit of that 6-year-old excitement, for all that God has in store for the next phase of my journey.

Shedding tears,
Pauline

Sunday, August 11, 2019

The Weight of Waiting - Turning Wait into Hope

The last weeks and months have been filled with waiting... After Mom's death we came to the decision to sell the home place. As the word circulated, there seemed to be some interest. One party came to look and our hopes soared. They wanted to make an offer but they were also waiting on their place to sell. We waited and waited and finally decided to go ahead and list it. But even that came with lots of questions/decisions that didn't seem easy to answer. And then another party showed up that seemed interested but they, too, needed to sell their place first. We gave them a week to get back with an answer.

I got up that morning with a sense of excitement. This is the day! That long awaited offer on our place, that we were hopeful would be one we could accept. It was hard to concentrate on other things. I came home from work and there still was no word. My sister and I sat down to eat supper, ears tuned for that call or doorbell ringing. No answer seemed forthcoming. Maybe they forgot, I thought, or don't have an answer ready. Just sitting around didn't seem very productive so we decided to go down to the basement and work on packing. After awhile we heard banging upstairs. Ann dashed up the stairs just in time to catch the guy we had been waiting for. I anxiously waited as they stood outside talking. After what seemed a very long time, she slowly walked back in and said, "He didn't make an offer. They need more time." There didn't seem to be much more to say. Disappointment seeped in and I felt this weight settle over me, the "weight of waiting".

As I was talking to God later He reminded me of this verse:

"They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall mount up with wings as eagles, they shall run and not grow weary, they shall walk and not faint." Isaiah. 40:31 KJV

And I thought, That doesn't sound like me at all. I feel just the opposite - tired and weary and weighed down. Just then I was reminded of the NIV version that says:

"But those who hope in the Lord..."

And God said to me, "If you change the "wait" to "hope" you won't be weighed down." (Hope is the confident expectation of good.)

Suddenly things looked brighter and I felt strength returning. My hope is in God and He's got this! He is turning all things for good.

He wants to do it for you, too. Let Him turn your "wait/weight" into "hope".

Still waiting (with hope),
Pauline