On the Outside

All these people were still living by faith when they died.

They did not receive the things promised;

they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance.

And they admitted that they were aliens and strangers on earth.

Hebrews 11:13

I remember moving from a small town in southern Georgia to Atlanta a month before I started seventh grade. My parents might as well have moved me to another continent. The culture shock, even back then (the mid-1970s), blew my mind and shattered my already lacking self-confidence. Atlanta was far ahead of south Georgia in many ways. I was enrolled in an affluent neighborhood school with middle to upper class students. My family was not poor, but we had no excess, just the basics ... especially compared to my peers. It was tough. To join in. To be a part of. And no matter how I tried to fit in, and who I tried to fit in with, I always felt like I was on the outside looking in. Sadly, I struggled with that until recently. No kidding.

And just how many years of bondage is that?

It wasn't until I finally realized that I really am on the outside. I really don't fit in here. This foreign land. But one day. One day I will. Because of nothing I have done or will do. But because of what has already been done. His precious blood poured out on my behalf. Some day!

“At present we are on the outside of the world,
the wrong side of the door.
We discern the freshness and purity of the morning,
but they do not make us fresh and pure.
We cannot mingle with the splendours we see.
But all the leaves of the New Testament are rustling
with the rumor that it will not always be so.
Some day, God willing, we shall get in.”

- C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory

Thankful still....

424. Brunswick stew and warm bread

425. Laughter

426. Heating pad for aching muscles

427. Good memories of the weekend

Happy

Who is blind? He who can see no other world. Who is dumb? He who can say nothing pleasant about his lot. Who is poor? He who is troubled with too many desires. Who is rich? He who is happy with his lot.

- Indian Proverb

It was a rare event for my husband and I. We drove an hour last night to have dinner together and to see a movie. With our three children in the process of leaving the nest we are finding time just for us again after twenty-plus years. It's bittersweet. Bitter, because I miss the mothering role terribly, even though I know it's a natural process...to let go of them. Yet, in this letting loose I am finding sweetness too. Time to give undivided attention to eachother. Going to the restaurant we want to go to. Talking about things we want to talk about. Remembering what attracted us to eachother in the first place.

I don't have a perfect marriage. I don't have perfect kids. This is not a perfect world. But it is my lot. I praise the Lord my God. Blessed be His name above all others.

I am happy and blessed. Especially when I get a text from each of my children in the middle of my date!

Stand up and praise the LORD your God, who is from everlasting to everlasting. Blessed be your glorious name, and may it be exalted above all blessing and praise. Nehemiah 9:5

Unity

Girls relay going to STATE

Gabrielsen Natatorium

Athens, Georgia

1 Corinthians 12:12 says Just as a body, though one, has many parts, but all its many parts form one body, so it is with Christ. (NIV)In this verse we see that spiritual gifts are intended for one purpose...the advancement of the kingdom of God, the church, the body of Christ. Each of us is gifted uniquely for the benefit of the whole body. Christianity is not a solo event! We must work together if we are to win the prize!

Four girls from a small town competed in two different relays at a swim meet at Gabrielsen Natatorium in Athens, Georgia today and qualified for state ... in both events.
A little background -The relay was considered handicapped since Erica, one of the stronger swimmers was unable to compete today due to the death of her father and sister in a car accident. The other girls were grieving with Erica and anxious about having to swim without her. Erica had to be replaced by a less experienced swimmer on both relay teams.
Note that in all this, with the odds stacked against them, the girls decided before they got to Athens that no matter the outcome, they would do their best -and do it for Erica.
And now they are going to state! The first female relay team from their high school to ever make it to state! These girls qualified in the 200 Free Relay with a time of 1:53.25 and they also qualified in the 400 Yard Free Relay 4:12.58.
As a mom of one of the girls on the relay team I am so proud of their achievement! But I am even more proud of the unity they displayed. They could not have achieved this without full cooperation from each girl. Each one giving her individual best to achieve the goal. For one purpose - Erica.

I love you girls! Congratulations!

A prayer for our nation ...

I heard this prayer given by Rick Warren today and was quite moved by it.
Thought I'd share...

Almighty God, our Father:
Everything we see, and everything we can’t see, exists because of you alone.
It all comes from you, it all belongs to you, it all exists for your glory.
History is your story.
The Scripture tells us, "Hear, O Israel, the LORD is our God, the LORD is one." And you are the compassionate and merciful one. And you are loving to everyone you have made.
Now today we rejoice not only in America’s peaceful transfer of power for the 44th time, we celebrate a hinge point of history with the inauguration of our first African American president of the United States.
We are so grateful to live in this land, a land of unequaled possibility, where a son of an African immigrant can rise to the highest level of our leadership. And we know today that Dr. King and a great cloud of witnesses are shouting in heaven.
Give to our new president, Barack Obama,
the wisdom to lead us with humility,
the courage to lead us with integrity,
the compassion to lead us with generosity.Bless and protect him, his family, Vice President Biden, the Cabinet, and every one of our freely elected leaders.
Help us, O God, to remember that we are Americans--united not by race or religion or blood, but to our commitment to freedom and justice for all.
When we focus on ourselves, when we fight each other, when we forget you--forgive us.
When we presume that our greatness and our prosperity is ours alone--forgive us.
When we fail to treat our fellow human beings and all the earth with the respect that they deserve--forgive us.
And as we face these difficult days ahead, may we have a new birth of clarity in our aims, responsibility in our actions, humility in our approaches, and civility in our attitudes—even when we differ.
Help us to share, to serve, and to seek the common good of all.
May all people of good will today join together to work for a more just, a more healthy, and a more prosperous nation and a peaceful planet.
And may we never forget that one day, all nations--and all people--will stand accountable before you.
We now commit our new president and his wife, Michelle, and his daughters, Malia and Sasha, into your loving care.
I humbly ask this in the name of the one who changed my life—Yeshua, 'Isa, Jesus [Spanish pronunciation], Jesus—who taught us to pray:
Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil,
for Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever.
Amen.

Dream

Today our nation celebrates Martin Luther King Day. Schools, banks, and post offices are closed on this national holiday. I have heard MLK's speeches on documentaries before, but this morning I decided to read MLK's famous speech, 'I Have A Dream,' which he delivered on August 28, 1963 at the Lincoln Memorial, Washington D.C. It is powerful!

I wasn't quite two years old at the time the speech was delivered. Strange, the only time I ever remember seeing an African-American as a child was when we visited my grandparents' farm and I didn't even go to school with any one of a different color until I reached high school and college.

My children are shocked when I tell them that. And frankly, I am shocked, too.

As an adult, though, I have many dear friends of many different races ... a word I really dislike.

I had some time to think about the term "race" and discussed it recently with an intelligent young man.

We both agreed that skin comes in an infinite array of colors. It is just our human tendency to simplify and organize that groups skin tones into white, black, brown, and so on. However, there is nothing about skin tone that makes people similar or different, besides the skin tone itself. That is why race is not a person’s skin color. Another word we discussed was the word racism. By definition, racism is the belief that a particular race is superior or inferior to another, that a person’s social and moral traits are predetermined by his or her inborn biological characteristics. Racial separatism is the belief, most of the time based on racism, that different races should remain segregated and apart from one another.

Being born and raised in the south, I am aware of the racism that still exists even after this speech was given forty something years ago. How do we, as a people get beyond this? It rears its ugly head unexpectedly and even purposely at times. I wonder if we ever will really look at a person's character instead of the color of his/her skin. Wouldn't it be interesting if we were all stricken with color-blindness. Until then, like Martin Luther King and so many others I, too have a dream. A dream that we will find that freedom in Christ.

Yes, because Christ Jesus is the only one who can set us free and deliver us from ourselves.

"...And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!" (Martin Luther King)

Lord, give us this day our daily bread...

...and forgive me for buying it at the store!

I love bread of any kind. I am especially fond of sourdough bread and in my opinion, the best way to eat bread is slightly warmed - not toasted. And with butter - not margarine.

I came across a website at http://www.justpeace.org/bread.htm which sparked my interest and desire to try my hand at baking my own homemade bread. I scanned over the seemingly simple directions, purchased whole wheat flour and the packets of yeast, and after four hours of mixing, kneading, rising, punching, rolling, and baking it has been confirmed that I was born in the correct century.

Bread making is for women that have totally different DNA than I do. It is work like I have never experienced. I even had to have help from my son on the kneading part!That is a difficult, but necessary step in the bread making process. Kneading stretches the dough and develops the gluten, the springy stuff that gives bread its texture. Folding, pressing, and stretching with the hands. Exhausting, but so important. This tedious, back-breaking process of bread-making reminds me of how our heavenly Father takes the circumstances of life and develops us slowly, patiently into who He wants us to be. Giving us life full, free, and satisfying.

"For the bread of God is he who comes down from heaven and gives life to the world… I am the bread that came down from heaven… But here is the bread that comes down from heaven…I am the living bread that comes down from heaven… The one who feeds on me will live because of me. This is the bread that came down from heaven." -John 6:33, 41, 50-51, 57-58