Pretty, Pretty, Pretty!

August 6, 2013

birdySo, I have a lot going on in my life now . . . how about you?  Do you sometimes feel elated by God’s grace and love and other times sunk from the weight of it all?  Like me, does that bring on feelings of guilt?  Worse yet, do you sometimes feel alone and beat yourself up for not knowing how to “fix everything” that you “should” be able to fix?  You don’t have to admit it to us.  It’s okay.  We are human and flawed.


Yesterday was one of those days when my worries drowned out His voice of assurance so as I made my coffee in a somewhat robotic way and looked out the window at my weed filled and overgrown yard, neglected due to physical limitations, I thought “mindless work.  I should see what I can do.”

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It’s pretty hot here, but yesterday was humid yet under 90.  It didn’t matter.  I needed to be distracted from my own thoughts.  So, I covered up, grabbed some paper yard waste bags and got to it.  Oh, boy.  I learned how out of shape and broken this body is.  I learned covered up meant more so than I’d realized (oh the scraped and bruises from thorns and such) and yes upper 80s, sunny and humid is HOT.  I hoped someone would come over and help.  Didn’t happen.  My heart pounded, my bad foot and  bad hand challenged me, my allergies pounded my chest .  . . I kept working.


I discovered that I didn’t own any yard tools which could help me, couldn’t buy what I needed, and knew I’d have to wear gloves and do it by hand.  I also knew I’d need to take a lot of breaks.  That being said, I didn’t give up.  Friends called with other ideas of what I needed to do with my life.  I knew I was doing, at that moment, what I needed to do.


As the day progressed, still all alone, I saw what mess the yard still was.  I knew how worn out I was.  I pushed on.  I realized many more days like this would have to happen before my yard was ready for a true “re-do” and knew as well I couldn’t afford to do much to improve it.  I pushed on.


I knew we were likely to get more rain, we’ve had tons, and that all my work could go bust as weeds and vines grow quickly and take over so quickly.  I pushed on.  I filled bags and bags with brush  by hand, back, and tired legs.  I looked around me and only the bags told my tired mind what had been accomplished as I heard a voice inside say “you’re a mess.  You can’t do this.  You’re hopeless.”  I pushed on.


I came inside the house to re-hydrate only to hear more opinions from others on what I “should” do . . . all of which served their agenda, but not the one I felt I was being led to do.  I sat, I drank cool water.  I pushed on.


Wow, it was hot.  The sun was moving as it does at the late afternoon and as I realized I had errands to do and probably needed to step away from my work in the yard, I stood still.  I was aching and dripping and was torn between doing those other things and pressing on some more.  I knew one day was not enough to transform things completely.  Change takes time.  Trash collection next morning . . . time to drag all the bags to the curb.  I pushed on.

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When the day’s task was brought to a stop until another day, I stood beneath the tree and realized all day I’d been hearing birds singing loudly and so beautifully.  As I leaned against the tree knowing I’d go inside and be laughed at for how awful I looked, and would have messages for the other things some would think I should have done . . . and dreaded what the mirror would reveal . . . I heard something else.  “Pretty!  Pretty! Pretty!”  Yes, those very words being sung loudly and clearly and meant for me!  The birds in the tree above me . . . tiny and hidden from my tired eyes, but still there even if I couldn’t see them.  When I stopped and listened I heard their sweet sounds, though.  Their song reminded me of what I knew all along.  The Lord Himself was with me and singing to me through their voices.  He was holding out His hands to me filled with hope and promise!  He didn’t see bleeding legs, scraped up arms, sweat, and dirt streaked all over me.  He saw me as “pretty” and as His own.


A Good Work In You

July 20, 2013

Note: if you follow me on my InLoveWithTheLord Facebook page this and other posts are also available there.  You can click  the link on the right side of this page to become a follower of my Facebook page.  Now for the reflection:

When you invite the Holy Spirit to take you over and trust and follow the loving guidance you receive, expect change to happen. He will not wait until you’re ready. There is no internship. His love is there ALWAYS . . . far before you were conceived. He will guide and guard you along the way, but He will also take you in your brokenness and use you. Yes, USE YOU. You will be faced with His work for you to do. You will be unprepared. The need will be immediate. You will not have time to solve your own problem first. You will be the instrument used for another. Your trust in Him will enable a good work to be done in and through you and if you allow it, the work will be done. Later, when you rest in Him, you will discover that somewhere along the way you completely forgot your own problem. He did not forget. He merely healed it. Your own perfection will never exist in this life, but have no fear. You have something better. You have His!

A Good Work – Quote To Bless You

July 10, 2012

The Lord just led me to this verse, but I know it’s not a message for me to keep to myself: 

“Being confident of this very thing,

 that he which hath begun a good work

 in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ:”

Philippians 1:6 KJV

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