Used to be when new folks came to our neighborhood we welcomed them, made friends, greeted them with homemade bread or a meal . . . we all got along and lasting, valued relationships were created.
We often shake out heads and mutter “oh, the world today . . . ” or the other phrase, “these kids today . . . ” I think,and the Bible urges, that we MUST be like the children to positively change the world . . .
Grandma read a book to her littlest granddaughter, then this conversation started:
Child: Grandma. I’m beige.
Grandma: I guess so.
Child: You’re beige too.
Child: Grandpa is dark beige.
Grandma: Yep. People come in all different colors.
Child: Like bears. Right?
Child: But they’re still all bears.
Grandma: Yes they are.
Thanks, Grandma Gerrie!
By Martha L Shaw © 2-23-2016
7 The cow will feed with the bear,
their young will lie down together,
and the lion will eat straw like the ox.
The perfect life . . . perfect home . . . perfect job . . . perfect husband . . . and on the list can go. But what is perfect? Oh, there are so many with larger and more glittery possessions than I have. They have more money in the bank, newer cars and one might assume they have fewer worries and thus blissful sleep. Oddly enough, it seems to never be the case. They have often seemed to be less at peace than I am and that used to puzzle me.
Perfect life, peaceful spirit, and money and what it can buy seem to be entirely disconnected. Actually, money in abundance seems to be a source of displeasure more often than not. Oh, does this mean my part-time job which pays minimum wage is the answer? It is an answer, but is not the answer. Does it mean that I would turn down great provision offered to me? No, not at all. It does, though, give me a new reality in the way I define great provision, the way I seek peace, and the path I choose to take to acquire that “perfect life.” Maurice Chevalier says:
If you wait for the perfect moment when all is safe and assured, it may never arrive. Mountains will not be climbed, races won, or lasting happiness achieved.
So, where do we go from here? Do we give up? Not me. For me, I know the path I have chosen. I have chosen the one in which Jesus walks beside me. Obstacles come along, pain happens, testing, training, battles . . . but I’m not alone and with His hand in mine I am safe in all this. I may feel fear, being human, but I don’t need to let it stop me. With faith in Him mountains can not only be climbed, but moved! Perfect? It is achievable – it all depends on where you place your faith and trust and to whom you give you heart. I have given Him mine and He gave me His. My race is won – He won it for me!