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Where Thieves Break in and Steal

Yesterday, two men tried to break into our house while I was home. I had worked at my desk in the morning, so I didn’t shower until after lunch. I came out of the bathroom about 2:15. When I walked by the front door I noticed a four door pick-up truck parked on the circle drive right near the front door.

Thinking it was someone who had done some work around the house I stepped outside and walked toward the truck. A woman opened the back door of the vehicle. “Can I help you?” She stammered but didn’t answer me. About that time two young men hurried across the front yard from the back of the house. “Can I help you?” I directed toward the men. No answer. They kept heading toward the truck. So I repeated, “Can I help you?”

The driver paused by the door. “I was looking at your trees. I do tree work. Do you need any tree work?”  I told him we lost a pine tree to beetles over the summer and had to have it cut down. In the process we also had deadwood trimmed from an oak tree. We didn’t need any “tree work,” but “thank you.” He climbed in the driver’s seat and backed out of my circle drive.

The whole encounter was odd. I momentarily wondered if I should call the police or try to get the license plate number, but I hurried inside and locked the door. When my husband came home about 5:30, he walked in asking “What happened to the glass in the door into the garage?” Immediately I knew that the “odd encounter” was really a burglary attempt.

We called the sheriff’s office to file a report. The deputy that came to the house was nice but impressed on me the seriousness of what happened. They had probably rung the doorbell while I was drying my hair and thought no one was home. The woman was the lookout and notified the two men when I came outside. The deputy believed they had no intention of hurting me, but he also gave me some tips for practicing safety.

I felt a bit scared, angry, and indignant all at the same time. But mostly I felt grateful. I’ve been thanking God all day for my safety. And in the midst of it all, God has reminded me that even if they had taken everything in our house, none of that is really important. It’s all just “earthly treasure.” It has no lasting, eternal value. I should hold those things loosely anyway. The things of God are what matters most.

 19 “Don’t store up treasures here on earth, where moths eat them and rust destroys them, and where thieves break in and steal. 20 Store your treasures in heaven, where moths and rust cannot destroy, and thieves do not break in and steal. 21 Wherever your treasure is, there the desires of your heart will also be.  Matthew 6:19-21, NLT

What earthly things are you holding too tightly? How can you instead “store up treasures” in heaven?

The Birds and the Beast

Four baby barn swallows peered over the edge of the mud nest their mother had built on a wall in a corner of our patio. They were eagerly waiting for their mother to return with breakfast. I had a really good view of the feathered family from my bedroom window. From there I could watch all the activity without disturbing them. “This is going to be great,” I thought. “I can watch them grow, learn to fly, and then leave the nest.” It reminded me a little of my eighteen-year-old daughter who was preparing to move out on her own.

Then I remembered the beast. Our ninety pound, yellow lab dominates the back yard. Did the baby birds have a chance against a dog that pulls trees up by the roots? Maybe it would be better for the babies to never leave the nest. The mama bird could continue to feed them. Of course the daddy bird would have to build an addition to the nest…

Two days later I stood at the bedroom window again. One baby clung to the edge of the nest and one was perched beside it on a brick that jutted out from the wall. It was time for flying lessons! Mother Swallow called to them from atop a blade of the patio ceiling fan about five feet away. The beast lay on his side by the back door seemingly unaware of the unfolding drama. The baby on the brick hopped off into space, untested wings flapping. He dipped low, coming within eighteen inches of the ground. I held my breath. The beast slept on. Then the baby’s wings caught air and he awkwardly joined his mother on the fan blade. Whew! One down, three to go.

Within a few days, all four baby birds had successfully learned to fly. At first they only flew to the ceiling fan, then back to the nest. As the days went by they became a little more adventurous and visited the roof and the large tree beyond the patio. Then one day they were gone. The nest stayed empty. Their mother had done her job and they were on their own.

Soon my son Mark – our youngest – will try his wings. I worry about what could happen to him outside the nest. Will he watch out for those “big, yellow labs?” Yet, today God brought one of His many promises to mind. Nothing happens to a single sparrow that isn’t within God’s will. If He cares that much for a sparrow, how much more does He care for Mark? He is worth more than many sparrows (Matthew 10:29-31).

So I’ll pray – and watch from the fan blade with squawks of encouragement.

Who in your life do you need to entrust to the care of the One Who watches over the sparrows?

Packing Up!

Right now I’m sitting at my kitchen counter in front of my laptop while the movers pack all our earthly belongings. (Let me just say, I admire all you hardy folks who do all the packing, loading, and moving on your own. But since this is a corporate transfer for my husband, I will take advantage of all the benefits. It’s hard enough this way, I can’t imagine doing it all ourselves!)

Last night, our church family had a little send-off party for us complete with cake and kind words. And yes, there were some tears – mine and a few others too. The five years here in Midland were filled with ministry, friendship, and fellowship. Leaving is not easy. Goodbyes are hard. But there is email, Facebook, Skype, and airplanes. We can stay in touch!

Wayne has worked for Conoco-Phillips for more than thirty years. This will be our seventh location. Looking back we see God’s hand in all those moves. In every new place He has had work for us to do, friends to meet, and a purpose in being there. So we trust He does this time too.

I have been a little stressed about the work of moving, the goodbyes, and the new beginnings. But then God reminded me of a few of His people in the Bible He moved and how much tougher it was for them:

  • Abraham – he didn’t even know where he was going.
  • Joseph – he had to be sold into slavery to get where God wanted him.
  • Naomi – she moved to a foreign land only to lose everything dear.

And we can’t forget Jesus. He left heaven and moved to earth to provide salvation for all mankind. I guess I can move to Houston.

I would love to hear about a time God moved you. Did you discover His purpose? What work did He have for you there?

 

Blessings in the Midst of Change

Sarah, our second daughter, married Justin two weeks ago. Yes, there were a few tears. After all, my baby girl is all grown up. She has a husband and a home of her own. But joy and celebration filled the weekend, not sadness. (Just in case you’re interested, here’s a quick video!)

Sarah + Justin :: Coming Soon from CandleLight Films on Vimeo.

The Bride and her Parents

I heard several people ask my husband if it was hard to “give away” his daughter. His reply: “All her life I’ve been praying that God would provide a godly husband for Sarah and He has. We are thankful and excited about this new chapter in her life.” And I would add that we truly love Justin!

Sometimes the greatest of God’s blessings also brings change. A new son-in-law. A move to another city. A job change. An empty nest. I’m in the middle of all these things and more. I see God’s hand. I sense His activity. But leaving and changing and growing and stretching can still be painful.

God is faithful. He keeps His promises. He will finish the work He began in me. He will guide and strengthen and comfort and provide. My faith may be shaky at times, but the God in whom I place my faith is Rock-solid, unshakeable. In Him will I trust.

 

On the Move

Lately, I’ve been reliving the past. Wait, to be more precise, I’ve been using a Scriptural principle to help me mentally and spiritually prepare for our upcoming move to Houston. Again and again in Scripture, God’s people review the past. They recount God’s faithful activity in their lives and the lives of their ancestors. We often see these “history lessons” when the people faced a change or a new challenge.

For instance, poised to enter the Promised Land, Moses reminded the Israelites of God’s care and provision during forty years of wandering in the wilderness (Deuteronomy 1 and 2). At the end of his life, Joshua pointed the people to their history, emphasizing God’s deliverance and protection so they would stay close to Him in their new surroundings (Joshua 24). In Acts chapter 7, Stephen, the first Christian martyr, used his last earthly moments to testify to God’s faithfulness in bringing about the New Covenant He promised. And we can’t forget the great Hall of Faith in Hebrews chapter 11. This long list of God’s people experienced His faithfulness in the most difficult of times.

So, I’ve been looking back too. God has moved our family six times since 1983. From south Louisiana to Wyoming to Midland to Alberta to Houston to Midland (again) and now back to Houston. Each move brought challenges.

  • Moving with toddlers
  • Moving teenagers
  • Adjusting to 30 below temperatures
  • Adjusting to 100+ temperatures
  • Temporary housing
  • Work visas, visitor visas, student visas
  • New doctors, dentists, grocery stores, and coffee shops
  • Leaving friends
  • Leaving our church family
  • The unknown and yet to be discovered

 

But God worked in and through all that and more. With each move He comforted, guided, and confirmed. He was our peace and source of strength. He provided a church home, good friends, and a favorite coffee shop. So, I have every reason to believe He will this time too. The same God who helped us through our first move to Casper with an 18 month-old toddler is the same God who will take us to Houston – this time “kidless,” but with my 84-year-old father-in-law in tow.

My faithful God not only loves and cares for me, He has also determined the “exact places where I (they) should live” (Acts 17:28). So I’ll keep reliving the past and looking forward.

How has God shown Himself faithful to you in the past? How can looking back to that help you with what you are facing today?