Therefore, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God
I Corinthians 10:31
During this time of the year, there seems to be a call to meander country roads. Wide spaces are filled with golden corn fields and woodlands shout with a multitude of fall colors. It is the last hurrah before winter winds blow in with long weeks of more indoor living.
Living is and odd word. Does it mean to be alive and breathing? Is it the paycheck one brings home and how we make a living? Is it the pursuits in one’s life style? Maybe it is how we live.
“Therefore, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God.” Apparently, the Bible asks us to use our lives to glorify God. This can be done by how we do everyday simple things in our lives. All is to honor God.
Whether it’s a stroll through a maple tree forest, a bike ride along a river or a slow car ride down a country winding road; it is a beautiful time to enjoy God’s endless creation. It’s also a time to contemplate and reflect on any changes that might need to be made. Every season of life can see improvements.
As the natural world around us is changing, consider what God may be directing you to modify. Everyday can be a road trip adventure!
“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge. There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.”
And let us consider one another in order to stir up love and good works, not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as is the manner of some, but exhorting one another,and so much the more as you see the Day approaching.
My sister-in-law and brother-in-law came to visit from New York along with last Sunday’s threatening down pour. Charcoal grey skies welcomed them after their long journey. At the same time a certain football team looked like amateurs. On that same day, we celebrated a milestone birthday. What a filled Sunday.
As we enjoyed our week of renewing family relationships, something I think everyone should do to keep channels open and make memories, I thought of Sunday.
Sunday’s are special. Once upon a time, when I was a child, most businesses were closed on Sundays. Mama made chicken soup, we played table games and mostly rested. Those days have disappeared from our society.
Some, who still attend a church, have the opportunity on Sundays to reunite on a weekly basis with people. Working together to better a community, to give testimony of what God is doing in their lives or to help build one’s faith often is the heart of church.
Sunday afternoons can be a time to grow relationships up over a simple meal. Even Christ had His inner group of people He shared meals with. Yes, it can also be a time of cheering or complaining of your favorite sport’s team. I usually listen to the family’s conversation between the plays. They go far past sports talk.
I did have a wonderful week of reconnecting with family; people we see but once a year. However, the week’s events also gave me insight into the importance of nurturing all my relationships on a regular basis.
Think of how you can grow in Christ and in the relationship you have with others.
I remain confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.
The coolness of the forest on a fall day embraces my very soul. It is where I ran when you no longer breathed the breath of life.
The birds sang, as ripples of sorrow stained supple spots; embarrassed for the tears which lingered along the brook.
It is there grief washed away with dirt, dust and debris. The scent of autumn leaves crackled with each sauntering steps.
Eager I was to forget, move on and leave behind my mourning; It is what I want you to do, when it’s my turn to return to the earth.
P. Wolf, Author of the “I Am the Light” series
Autumn brings memories of death. It is when both my parents passed away within a year of each other. For some reason, I always felt they would live forever. Though it has been 20 years, that grief lingers even as I have moved on. How does one move on from loss? By taking heart and waiting on the Lord. That is where true strength comes from.
Working together with him, then, we appeal to you not to receive the grace of God in vain. For he says, ‘In an acceptable time I have heard you. And in the day of salvation I have helped you.’ Behold, now is the accepted time; behold now is the day of salvation.
I Corinthians 6:1-2
Yesterday, I was reminded how quickly life can change. At seven in the morning I was walking my dog. It was a clear morning. Mourning doves cheered me on as they sang. There was a bit of a breeze. It was going to be a rather warm September Saturday. It was peaceful.
I met up with a neighbor. We talked about our dogs as we walked pass the house which had just sold. The man there had committed suicide in April. His mother and wife’s lives changed forever. Last week, they started new journeys in different places without the man they both loved.
We continued walking and talking about trivial things. It was then she mentioned Hartford Culver’s was on fire. As we walked, the lives a many people were being changed forever. The owners, employees and customers were not going to Culver’s today. Sports events, birthdays or anniversaries would not be celebrated at many customers favorite restaurant. It all happened in an instant of time.
Today is the day to live out your faith, for there is no promise of tomorrow.
One early morning last week, as a slice of light roused the darkness of night, I listened to a sleepy old owl hooting his droning call.
It was lovely.
Early morning has always been a treasured time for me. There seems to be a stillness settled on the earth. Well, until the crafty crow craws.
I don’t sit sipping coffee on the back porch. Nor do I run around accomplishing tasks. I linger, still in bed, writing or reading. My favorite read, you guessed it, God’s Word.
Is it easy to dive into the Bible at the break of dawn? No, sometimes I need to just ‘do it’ as I am aroused from my sleep. Almost always alertness follows, even with excitement, as God teaches me something new.
In the morning’s stillness, my mind is like a sponge sopping up all it can. Clutter from the day hasn’t crowded my thoughts. Maybe this is a picture of being still before God.
May each new morning bring you a yearning for the Word of God!