Saturday, May 17, 2008

The Benefits Package

If you’ve ever job hunted before, you know that one of the important things you might look at when considering a position is the benefits package. Where I work, we have great benefits…medical, dental, vision, short-term disability, accidental death, etc… But as great as my benefits package at work is, it doesn’t compare to my other benefits package.

“Praise the Lord, O my soul; all my inmost being, praise his Holy name.
Praise the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits.
Who forgives all your sins;
Who heals all your diseases;
Who redeems your life from the pit;
And crowns you with love and compassion.
Who satisfies your desires with good things,
So that your youth is renewed.”

Psalm 103:1-5

Friday, May 16, 2008

Can't Decide

I'm so confused. My mind and emotions just cannot seem to get their acts together. I can't decide if I'm happy or depressed. Yesterday, May 15, the very last of our snow melted away. After one day of spring, it suddenly became summer. Today was blazing hot...it was awesome!! That's the happy part. Here's the depressing part, especially in light of the fact that the snow JUST left...in 37 days, the days start getting shorter again! ARGHHH!! Lord have mercy.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Lessons Learned

When I think about Mother’s Day, I obviously think about my own mom. About the things she taught me and the special friendship we now share. I remember her letting me skip school so we could go shopping, making me pick strawberries in the U-Pick fields each June, teaching me how to iron a shirt or clean a bathroom until it was “just right”. I learned a lot of things from my Mom, but when I stop and think about it…I’m not sure if I ever considered the fact that she could have learned something from me.

I don’t say this because I think that Mom did or could or should learn anything from me. The thought honestly never crossed my mind. I always consider myself to be the “student” in our relationship. Rather, I say it because the idea struck me recently when I started to make a mental list of all the things I am learning from my son.

I heard Dr. David Jeremiah speaking on his radio show, Turning Point, earlier this week. He was talking about how it was most often the case that when people in the bible were unable to have children early in their marriages, that when they finally did have a child, that child was used in a special way by God. My husband and I looked knowingly at each other. We waited 11 years for our family to arrive and I know without a shadow of a doubt that God, in his perfect plan, will use my son in a mighty way.

Last week a few things happened that got my attention about the character and depth of my son. Please don’t get me wrong… He’s six and he drives me nuts most of the time. He’s normal. He constantly spills his drinks, leaves toys everywhere, and loves to watch Spongebob. He argues, whines, and complains, and I have no visions of grandeur that he’s perfect. I am convinced, however, that he is special.

I watched him in church last week as we sang. He closed his eyes, lifted his head to the sky and sang his little heart out for the Lord. Unlike his mom, oblivious to what was going on around him, he focused solely on God and worship. During prayer time, he prayed out loud for our missionaries (his friends) who are ministering in Swaziland. Monday morning I took him to school. As he was saying good bye to me and climbing out of the car, a little girl was also getting out of her mom’s car. Although happy enough, her hair was unkempt; her face and clothes dirty. My son’s face lit up. “Hi, Mary!” he called and jumped out of the car to skip into the school with her. No pretense. No judgment. I was immediately convicted.

My husband, the pastor, frequently visits shut-ins in the afternoon and often takes my son with him. I don’t think the recipients of the visits care at all if my husband shows up. They wait to see my son. Instead of being disinterested and bored, as most his age would be, he sits on the bed beside them and sings them songs. He holds their bony, aged hands and talks to them like they’ve been old friends for years. He tells them bible verses and prays for them. He ministers more effectively than most of the rest of us could do.

Yes, I believe he is special. I suppose there’s a minute possibility that my mom learned something from me while I was growing up, but knowing myself, I’m sure it was nothing like the lessons and gifts I get from my son. Worship, acceptance, servant hood; who could want anything more for Mother’s Day.

Friday, May 02, 2008

On Second Thought...

After some additional thought, I removed my son's engagement picture. Sorry if you missed it. I'll get back to the real posts next week!

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