“Yet you do not have because you do not ask. You ask and do not receive, because you ask amiss, that you may spend it on your pleasures.”
Just hanging on. Isn’t that how we sometimes feel? Like leaves dangling on empty branches; blowing wildly in battering winds. We question if there’s any hope to bring us back to some type of normal. And often the question, “Why me God?” flows from our mouths.
I was quite impressed this weekend. Some autumn leaves where still clinging tightly to woody branches during our recent wind storm. Rotted trees toppled, garbage cans were scattered and I even spotted a length of gutter in one of my small town intersections. The brisk breezes definitely left their signature. But the tightly clinging leaves remained secure.
On those days, or weeks, when everything seems to be tumbling in on you, there is Someone who is available to help. God sees all. Jesus left the Holy Spirit as a our Helper. The triune God is available. Just ask, dig in the Word and believe.
“Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks it will be opened.”
Shadows shift in autumn sky etched pools atop broken paths; then squeeze through sleepy woods. There endless limbs bow and bend; silhouettes across an open sea. Silent hush in still of tame twilight; honoring the holy Master’s might.
I’ve always walked the woods and admired the outstretched limbs of trees which reach heavenwards, as if, in praise to their Creator, God!
You are my hiding place and my shield; I hope in Your word.
As September has long faded from this year’s calendar, it’s birthday flower symbol the aster, still lingers along the sides of country roads. Frost after frost has tainted other foliage, yet the aster lingers.
Purple asters symbolize wisdom and royalty and are the most popular color seen in the aster family. The word “aster” comes from the Greek word for “star”; for it’s flower petals are arranged in a star-like fashion. They are a striking flower with bright yellow centers surrounded by deep, rich purple petals.
Many cultures have tales to tell of the “star” blooms. My favorite was from a story told in France when bouquets of asters were placed on the graves of fallen soldiers. They were a representation of a wish that the battle had had a different outcome. Too often we all have that hope when we battle our own trials; that the outcome has been different.
Whatever your hope is today, may you seek wisdom from God and find safety in Him.
In everything give thanks; for this is the will of God for you in Christ Jesus.
I Thessalonians 5:18
Every community has them. That landmark or icon which makes home. One of our endearing small town images was the elephant slide.
Research shows these slides were first made in 1950’s. We had one in our local park. As time passed, other playground equipment was added. But whenever we left the park, it was the small elephant slide the kids begged to go down.
Just a few years ago, as I was visiting the park with some of my grandkids, our dear elephant slide was being removed. Off to some circus event, we laughed. No one really thought it was funny.
Change is part of life. I am reminded not to get too attached to the everyday familiar things of life. Although, I do believe we can enjoy little treasures in our communities which bring a bit of joy; change will come.
To our surprise, one of my grandkids spotted a memorial to the beloved elephant slide yesterday as we admired the new mosaic murals in our downtown area. There he was all shiny and bright!
See to it that no one takes you captive through hollow and deceptive philosophy, which depends on human tradition and the elemental spiritual forces of this world rather than on Christ.
At first glance you’d think this was a beautiful sunset. It wasn’t. I took a photo of the sun rising last week on a chilly morning. Though the warm hues seemed to shout, “Bedtime!”, it was the beginning of a new day.
This led me to think of others things in life that can deceive us. Of course, advertising is a great example of sharing false information. Commercials, most likely, are at the top of the list. Every pictured hamburger shown across the television screen is not delicious.
Then there’s campaign advertising. This can be the most deceitful verbiage that crosses our paths. “Lies, lies lies!” my momma use to say decades ago. How does one know who to vote for? Is it the person who tells the least amount of lies?
I think we live in a society that thrives on deception. The act of deceiving seems to come natural for many. Honesty is a quality often missing in the lives of people. So how can the act of deception turn to truth? I would suggest by one person at a time. Let it start with each of us. Think before you speak.