Sharpening the Ax when Trees Fall 

When life gets really rough, it is like trees are falling all around you suddenly and without much warning. They might even fall on a part of you. This is happening more and more, dark things, messed up times. And it is so important to get really good at sharpening your ax. I mean, you have to prepare your tools for the job of forging through and making the problems smaller to dispose of them and use them to benefit you like burning them for heat or to cook with. How do we sharpen our axes? We humbly pray and read our Bible. A lot. When we pray and read our Bibles and even memorize key verses, we are allowing our axes to be sharpened. We are preparing to cut our problems down to size with the proper means. All these problems are spiritual battles, attacks from the enemy to harm us. But God is better and bigger and loves us so He can minimize problems and use them to improve us or become good now or later for us. It is amazing what God can do. We just have to do our part.

The Wind Bends the Trees

I picture in my mind a spot in a paradise beach, somewhere secluded with palm trees, sand and surf but not too secluded to not have a hammock and ready made fruit drinks. And I picture laying on said hammock and sipping on said fruit drink and enjoying the sound of the surf. Hours float into days and weeks and I am unmoved, peaceful, calm. There is a breeze from the ocean, even a strong one, and the palm trees bend. My soul is reminded that palm trees remain strong in all winds because they bend with it. They are flexible. They do not stand so rigid that they are unmovable and fight the wind just to break away. They dig their roots in and flex. They do not cease being trees. But they live through even hurricanes and are strong get for it. I take comfort in this bending of the Trees. I take comfort that I can move on response to storms that arise. I can flex and not break, but my flexing is bowing to God. He protects me as I bow before Him, no matter what happens. Then I can settle back down after in my hammock and sip my fruit drinks.

Power of Droplets

Thousands of droplets fell from heaven for the last couple days here in Florida during our latest exciting rain train, a leftover gift from some tropical something somewhere in the world. So, we accumulated lots and lots of extra droplets. They tried to take over the world, but they did manage to take over the neighbor’s oak tree which decided to fall down an land against and on my minivan. Yes, I am now a cliche homeschooling mom who coaches and has a minivan. Yes, I like that better than I ever thought I would. A vette would still be more fun to ride. Anyway, so I awoke to the delight of incredibly hard work cutting out my car from Poison Ivy’s fury (get the Batman bad girl reference?) lol. This was not fun. My fingers got messed up, my arms still feel like jello. But all dug out, the car had two things wrong, a damaged passenger side mirror and the antennae was bent. No broken glass, no messed up paint job, no dents. Amazing. And to that I say Thank You, God for taking care of us! And I also realized that one droplet cannot fell a tree. Two or three might not be able to or even a hundred. But you get enough droplets together, relevent to the situation, and real damage can be done or real good can come about. It can go both ways. But that last droplet is the straw that broke the camel’s back and we need to pay attention to every droplet, whatever your current droplet is trying for. One makes a difference. Many are lots of ones.

Big Picture

My goal is to help find the forest through all the trees. Sometimes, we need someone along side us to lovingly say, “It really doesn’t matter.” For instance, I was asked not to play the piano for a church one time because I was wearing shorts. They were very modest and clean, but that did not seem to matter. That is one of an enormous variety of examples where it really doesn’t matter. The big picture is that if souls can be saved, do it. If God can be lifted up and glorified, do it. What people are wearing, unless it is immodest or provocative in any way, doesn’t matter. What someone drives doesn’t matter in the big picture. What color or lack of it their hair or nails are really doesn’t matter. So, in the big picture, what matters? Jesus loves me this I know for the Bible tells me so. Jesus matters, especially where His love for us is concerned to provide a way to be saved and restored to our great Creator God and live with Him in perfect form forever. This life, in all of it’s little details and meanderings only matters insomuch as it leads us along that big picture path. The big picture path, silly from worldly perspective and down right narrow minded from many many perspectives, is really all that matters. We need to be saved and restored, we can be saved and restored and Jesus is the way to do it. That is it, folks. It doesn’t matter the details in the denominations or the details of the paint colors of the church. If you aren’t looking at the big picture with all of us fellow Jesus Christ followers, there can be no unity or revival we so desperately need. If we share and spread the simple big picture path, we will see the right changes happen to restore us to God, and in doing so restore our country to its former glory. Where the Christ followers go, so goes the nation.