Thankful Thursday

I am sitting out on my front porch having lunch today and thankfulness has welled up inside me.  I am so thankful for my wonderful porch furniture.  It has been such a joy to sit out here with my tea and my Bible in the mornings and just spend time with Papa.  I am also thankful for a porch to put it on!  I am also incredibly thankful that it is11:45 am and I am outside and I am NOT SWEATING!  For those of you not living inOklahoma, this is a glorious thing.  We broke the long-standing record of days over 100 degrees this summer.  (There were over 50-after that I stopped counting)  I have to confess that I was not rooting for that particular accomplishment, but we made it even without my support. 🙂

Seriously, though, I am thankful for many things today, but I am most thankful for the stretching that I have gone through in the past few months.  This stretching has been and is and will be sometimes hard, sometimes painful, and always outside my comfort zone.  Papa is so faithful to give us what we ask of Him. I asked Him to remove everything in me that would hinder me from knowing Him and walking with Him like Jesus did.  And through it all I have been surrounded by grace.  Grace for the learning and grace for the teaching.  Grace for the victory and grace for the failure.  Grace for the moment and grace for the season.  The Bible tells us that His mercies are new every morning.  What grace!  What love!  And if that grace was the only thing I had, it would be abundantly more than enough with fill my soul with thanksgiving!

What are you thankful for today?  I would love to hear about the blessings in your life!

Directionless in Dallas

            I am what my family affectionately describes as “directionally challenged”.  I was born with a complete and utter lack of a sense of direction.  As far as I am concerned, north is whatever direction I happen to be facing at the time.  I have an unshakable belief that it is hereditary, (my uncle suffers from the same affliction), no matter what my father says. 

            Regardless of the cause, because I suffer from this particular disability, I never drive anywhere without detailed instructions and maps from the internet.  Imagine my delight when, on a trip to Dallas with some girlfriends, I was introduced to GPS!  You tell it where you are and where you want to go and it figures out how to get you there!  What a delightful little magic box!

            It has a very nice voice that tells you where to turn, as opposed to the ones that typically come rudely from the back seat.  And if, for some entirely unavoidable reason, you should miss a turn, does the GPS have a conniption and cast disparaging remarks on your mental capacity?  No!  Does it whine about being dizzy?  No!  It very calmly tells you, “Recalculating route”.  That’s all, just “Recalculating route”.

            Wow!  No more guesswork, no more squinting to see microscopic street signs, no more driving around in circles because, “I’m sure it’s just down here!”  What freedom from maps that simply refuse to re-fold, shuffled MapQuest pages, and hand scribbled directions that have sudden become ancient Sanskrit.

            “Wouldn’t it be amazing,” I mused, “If my life’s journey had a GPS?  Something that would help me stay on the right track”.

            In a sense, those of us who know God, do have a GPS for our life’s journey.  Holy Spirit knows where we are supposed to be going and exactly how to get us there.  The Bible tells us in Isaiah 30:21, “Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, ‘This is the way; walk in it’.”  All we have to do is listen for His voice.

            Unfortunately, most of us put more trust in a magic GPS box than we do in God.  Why is that I wonder?  Perhaps it’s because the “still, small voice” gets drowned out by the busyness of our lives.  Perhaps it’s because we don’t recognize the voice as His.  Perhaps it’s because He wants to take us off the beaten path.  Whatever the reason, we all take many unplanned detours in our life’s journeys.

            The beautiful thing is that as soon as we realize we’ve missed a turn, we can stop and turn around and ask God to show us the right path again.  And without recriminations, Holy Spirit simply tells us, “Recalculating route”.