I Am Ready to tell You the News…

       Hello table family and welcome. I hope you still feel welcome here. I know it has been so very long since I’ve posted and I’m so sorry for that. I’ve had a lot to process and wasn’t sure how to sort it all out. But let’s pray first okay?

   Father in Heaven, would You help me to say what I need to say and would You help those who are reading hear it with ears to hear Your words. In Jesus name, Amen.

       In my last post, I told you that there was a possibility of a breast cancer diagnosis. So much has transpired since then. I have much to ponder and pray about.

       On April 6, 2021; I was diagnosed with Invasive Ductal Carcinoma. We believed it to be a fairly early stage and no Chemotherapy would be needed. A lumpectomy and possible radiation were the perceived plan of action. That has changed.

       We now know that I have a slow growing tumor but an aggressive form of cancer and we must begin treating it with Chemotherapy to keep it from spreading to my Lymph Nodes and subsequently other parts of the body. We found this out so abruptly and had to make some difficult decisions very quickly. I feel as though I haven’t had time to catch my breath before the next realizations begin setting in.

       I’ve stepped down from all my positions at church and must reevaluate my priorities. God has already laid another title for a book on my heart even though I haven’t finished the first one yet. I feel it’s time to set that one aside for the time being and let God teach me in this season of life.

       When I was in the torchers waiting time between biopsy and results… I lay awake at 2:00 a.m. with tears brimming my eyes.

“Is this really happening Lord?” I whispered.

“Are you willing to carry this for Me?” He whispered back.

       I thought that would be an easy question to answer, but I didn’t reply right away. After several minutes, I let the flood of tears come and I replied “I’m willing Lord.”

       I had to really search my heart for that answer.

       My Doctor delivered the news to me personally from his cell phone while sitting in his car. He told me we would get through this together and he would be there every step of the way. Praise God for the blessing of a caring Doctor. He gave me permission to go ahead on my vacation with my husband and we had a fabulous time! We made great memories and I was able to cross Parasailing off my bucket list. We laid on the beach, ate lunch on our seventeenth story balcony over-looking the Gulf, and took sunset walks along the shore line while the ocean water swallowed our feet from time to time. It was magical.

       Now the hard work begins. I am calling this my “cancer excavation” as I will be unearthing many things about myself, cancer, God and many more things. I am asking with complete humility for you, my treasured table family, to keep your seats at the table. I will post as often as I am able. I am trying to let go of time-honored commitments and planned events as I don’t yet know how I will handle Chemo treatments. I plan to try and blog about this excavation when I can in hopes that it will bring comfort to someone on their own excavation.

       This doesn’t have to be a cancer diagnosis but just something that is difficult to walk through. That will look different for everyone. I am struggling with the thought of losing my hair and the changes my body will go through but I am resting in the arms of my Savior.

       I hope to be writing more then I was before but I will have to base it on how I am feeling. I thank you for understanding this most unexpected twist in my life story. My prayer is that I will represent God well on this excavation and it will help to lead others to Jesus. Would you keep that in prayer for me?

       God be with each of you on your own excavations and please don’t hesitate to let me know how I can be praying for you. Love to you all!       

A Week Like No Other

Hi everyone, I’m sorry I’m late getting to the table. I have some thoughts and some news I wanted to share with you but as always, let’s start with prayer…

   Father in Heaven, this is a week like no other Lord. You prepared all week for such a time as this so very long ago. You showed love and mercy to one who would betray You, one who would deny You, one who would doubt You and so many who would shout to kill You. Father may we be mindful of Your sacrifice and be grateful. In Jesus name, Amen.

       I sit here on my couch and reflect on the unthinkable unmatchable sacrifice that Jesus made for me. Sometimes I feel like the verse in John 3:16 get’s watered down, ya know what I mean?

       Yes, Jesus died for our sins but it was so much more then that. He left the perfection of heaven to come to this sin-soaked world and endure seeing hatred, torcher, death, lovelessness, alienation, and out right evil. He CHOSE to do this.

       Now He not only chose to come here but he himself endured all those things done to Him. Then the ultimate gift of love as He was handed over by choice to those who sought His life. He dragged His undeserved heavy rough cross on His shoulders to where they would nail Him to it. Beaten and bloodied, they tore His garments from Him and clothed Him in a purple cloth in mockery.

       They nail Him with enormous spikes to this rugged tree with the bark scraping and ripping the torn flesh on His back from being whipped. He has been beaten beyond recognition and displayed on a cross for everyone to cheer at.

       To complete His mockery, they fashion a crown of thorns and not just place it gingerly on His head, but press the thorns down on His brow causing more pain and bloodshed. You know the most unbelievable part of this whole thing?

He would have done it just for me… just for YOU!

       This week I went to a planned Doctor’s appointment. The night before, I found a lump. After brushing it off with the assumption that it was more dense tissue, I went to sleep. At the end of my visit with the Doctor the next morning, he asked if there were any other concerns I wanted to talk about. I paused…

       I mentioned the lump and he said “well, let’s have a look.” Time seemed to stand still and race ahead at the same time. I had a mammogram and ultrasound scheduled for the next day with the likelihood of a biopsy to follow.

       I received the call the next morning… less than twenty-four hours later, that I was being scheduled for the biopsy the next morning as I also have enlarged lymph nodes. I sank to my knees and cried.

       It is now Saturday and I have to wait until Tuesday to get any results. It’s been a week like no other for me and my family. I never thought I’d be facing a possible Cancer diagnosis. But it gives me just the tiniest glimpse of the anxiety Jesus must have been feeling before His crucifixion. Oh, I’m not comparing my situation to that of Jesus at all, but I feel like He has offered me just a small little peek.

I pray this Easter weekend, that we can stop and really reflect on the sacrifice of Jesus… the complete and full sacrifice. If Jesus asks me to carry the cross of Cancer, I will carry it with His help. I pray of course that this will not be the case. After all, Jesus did ask if it were possible to take this cup from Him. But if it is something that can lead more people to Him, I will plead for His strength to carry it.

       I would humbly ask for your prayers as well my table family. I so appreciate all of you! Have a beautiful Easter and remember that Jesus would have died just for you! Blessings.   

Caroline’s Heart, Harriet’s Mouth

Hello all and welcome back to the table! I love to gather together here and talk about things we’ve learned over the last week… month… or even year. Pull up a chair and grab your beverage and a muffin and let’s have prayer…

       Father in Heaven, would You sit here beside us as You show us lessons in everyday life and how we can look more like You. Guide us in these words Lord and teach us Your ways. In Jesus name, Amen.

       Most of you know by now that my favorite show in the world is “Little House on The Prairie” and if you didn’t know… now you do 😊

       I’ve learned quite a few lessons in my life from that show. It wasn’t all just for entertainment. Oh, I was entertained alright, but as I’ve gotten older, I have really seen a lot of spiritual lessons steaming from the prairie.

       God has no limits to what or how He can use something in our lives to teach us. I’m pretty amazed though at how often He uses what we are already paying attention to, for a teachable moment or two. So, God very often uses this most treasured show to show me His lessons.

       When I had my children, I always told myself that I wanted to be a Caroline Ingalls kind of mother. You know, always had the right words to fix a problem, made homemade bread every couple of days, made everyone’s clothes, weeded the vegetable garden often, gathered the eggs, even plowing the field when she had to! All while looking completely lovely and put together in a classic pioneer kind of way. She always had a smile and greeted her family with a cheerful joyous smile for her children and husband upon returning home from school or work.

       A hard day at the mill for Charles meant he would get a sympathetic ear and a hardy meal from Caroline. If one of the girls had a fight with Nelly Olsen or got a bad grade on a test at school, Ma was always there with the hanky to dry their eyes and a sage word to help them glean a lesson from their unfortunate experience.

       Harriet, on the other hand, was nosey, persnickety, belittling, uppity, argumentative, gossipy, and just an all-around pain in the drop-seat of those red flannels the men wore back then. She always seemed to make a situation worse not better. She nagged poor Nells to death and elevated her own children above every other child in the school. She was loud and pushy, greedy and narcissistic, annoying and just plain mean!

       If her children had a bad day at school, she made sure they knew it wasn’t their fault but was most likely the fault of another child who was just jealous of Nelly’s beauty and charm or their wealth or whatever. It usually ended up being Laura’s fault no matter what it was. If Nells had a hard day (which he usually did working with Harriet all day), he was met with coldness and a “make your own dinner” attitude. The only lessons she taught were that of gossip, lies, and out right superiority.

       I have sat and watched this show countless times and I always have the same thoughts when encountering both Caroline and Harriet. Caroline is so sweet and gentle with enough fire to protect her children and enough sass to put Harriet in her place. But she is mostly serine and lovely, brimming with femininity and grace. Harriet is selfish and brazen, brimming with venom and toxicity. These women are polar opposites and yet they both somehow live inside me.

       My heart longs to respond and react with Caroline’s grace and gentile. My mouth however can sometimes reveal a Harriet persona.

       In my mind I envision my husband coming home from work on any given day and I greet him with a “welcome home” kind of smile and an embrace and the announcement that dinner is almost ready. I am tidy and put together in a modern-day pioneer ensemble of a pretty floral skirt and feminine blouse that says “I’ve prepared for you to come home”. My kids would come home from school and set the table for dinner and we would share the days events at the table and then we would discuss how we can better handle that difficult situation at school. This is only in my minds eye you understand.

       More often than I’d like to admit, my husband comes home and I’m wearing joggers and a coordinating T-shirt with my hair up in a bun or ponytail, face-naked (no makeup), and just getting dinner started only minutes before he got home. Thus, I have no time for the greeting at the door, just a “Hi” called over my shoulder from the region of the stove and the kids were somewhere off doing their own thing.

       Do I have any sisters who can feel my pain on this?

       If my children got in trouble at school, I wasn’t always inclined to sit them down and speak gentle words of encouragement to them. More like “what did you do and how long am I going to half to ground you for?”  We would eventually get to the discussion about what they did and why it was wrong and how we can make better choices in the future. But my Caroline moment was over-shadowed by my Harriet invasion. Thereby sending my desires to be like Ma up the proverbial chimney along with the smoke from her open fire upon which she made her bread.

       If my husband and I have a disagreement, my Caroline heart says to come gently to my husband and say “Honey, we need to talk. I hate it when we have a dispute and I’d like to start the discussion with saying I’m sorry for being so upset with you”. One of my favorite scenes between Charles and Caroline that best describes my preferred way of handling an argument takes place at night. They have retired for the evening and they had been silent with one another. After a few moments and an apology from Charles, Caroline responds with, “Time spent being angry with you is such a waste. I’m sorry”. I love that line.

       You see, Harriet would have responded in those moments with telling Nells her very famous line of, “Oh shut up!” She openly told her children that they were better then everyone else and even spread rumors about the Ingalls family to bolster her own family. She always lorded over people that they were richer and a better-quality people than anyone else in their town. She belittled Nells in front of others and made him look weak.  Oh, I shudder to think of the times I responded to my husband by saying “what were you thinking” or “why would you do that” or I don’t even understand why you would choose to do that”.

Colossians:6 “Let your speech always be gracious, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer each person.” (ESV)

       My Caroline heart wants to always season my speech with salt to make it pleasant and savory. Words that leave people feeling full and happy. My Harriet mouth can sometimes leave people feeling like I’ve seasoned my words with vinegar. No description necessary.

       You see, salt also brings out the natural flavor of a food. It enhances its best attributes. This is what our words can do when they are seasoned with kindness and gentleness and love. Our words can bring out someone’s best qualities.

       If our words are dripping with vinegar, they make everything tart and sour. Those words can contort a person’s face into a pucker that is often preceding of tears.

       I long to cultivate my Caroline heart to drowned out my Harriet mouth. I’d like to get a salt shaker and a vinegar flask and keep them on my desk as a reminder to season my words appropriately before speaking them out loud. Perhaps I’ll work on doing that. Sometimes we need tangible reminders of such things. Whenever you use your salt at a meal, think about seasoning your words. If you use vinegar, take a sniff before using it and think about how it would taste to take a swig.

       This will always be my favorite show and I feel like there will be more Little House lessons to come. Blessings to you all and I’ll meet ya back here next week. I gotta go collect the eggs…     

Shouldn’t I pull Out Those Weeds?

Welcome in friends! Grab you seat at the table and pour your coffee or tea. I’ve put my spring table cloth on now. I made it last year. I love the various pink flowers that decorate one side and the green and white checked print on the other side. Right now, we’ll go ahead with the pink flowers okay? It just seems to invite spring. Let’s pray…

       Father in Heaven, would You sit beside us here at the table and speak with us. Show us what You have for us in these words. In Jesus name, Amen.

       Well gardening season will be upon us before you know it. For some of you, it may already be here. Flowers, plants and vegetables will be planted and cultivated to produce lovely and healthy fruition. There is nothing quite like going out to your own garden and selecting produce to make a beautiful salad or vegie tray.

       It’s more then satisfying to sit in the back yard on a summer evening at sunset and enjoy the colorful blooms and rich greenery that you’ve tended and cared for.

       Along with the gardening and planting comes the dreaded task of weeding said garden. Oh, those pesky weeds seem to grow wherever they darn well please, don’t they?

       So we get out there with our gardening gloves, a garden spade, and our determination to rid the space of unwanted weeds.

       But have you ever been down on your hands and knees, grabbing weeds by the handful, yanking them up, only to come upon something you are not sure of being a weed?

       It could be one or it could be a healthy plant that we just don’t know it’s kind. We stop and examine it, pull out our phone to google it, and possibly leave it alone because we simply are unsure. It may look like a healthy plant or flower so we don’t want to risk destroying a fruitful plant.

Matthew 13:29 “But He said ‘No, lest in gathering the weeds you root up the wheat along with them.’” (ESV)

       In the book of Matthew, we see Jesus advising His disciples to not weed the garden as it were, when we don’t know if something is truly a weed. (Read Matthew 13:24 – 30) This is a story to illustrate folks that may be difficult to attend to from time to time. Mostly inside the church. God knows which ones are healthy wheat and which ones are weeds. I certainly hope and pray that I’m not a weed!

       But if we start taking it upon ourselves to make the determination if someone is a weed or healthy plants.

       God will do the separating when it is time. Our job is to keep growing in a healthy way and keep ourselves free from weeds. This is not speaking about inappropriate conduct or illegal actions… this is talking about people who seem to want to be difficult in some circumstances. You know the ones… they complain about every event or how much they had to do or why so and so didn’t help…

       Though it is exasperating sometimes, we must put their complaints aside and continue on with the work that God would have us doing. He will handle the complainers. We mustn’t get caught up in the prickly people patch, as I like to call it. Keeping our focus on Jesus and how we can best serve Him is the goal. When the Lord comes back for His people, He will deal with the weeds and gather His wheat to Himself.

       So be encouraged by these verses and don’t get ensnared in the prickly people patch. God loves each of us and will intervene when weeds start to grow. Let’s not pull up potential healthy plants in a moment of frustration. That supposed weed just might be a healthy plant having a bad season. Love them anyway and let God cultivate their hearts.

Blessings table family. See you next week… I’ll set the table for you!   

When Will He Come Home?

Hello Hello! Come on in and have a seat at the table. Let me pour you a cup of coffee… or would you prefer tea?

       Let’s pray first huh?

   Father in Heaven, please sit here at the table with us as we study Your word for a while. Bless us with Your presents and teach us well. In Jesus name, Amen.

       As I watch my children move into full adulthood, I think about how they will both be on their own soon. My son is already on his own but my daughter is still home. She is looking ahead into her future and her dreams are to finish college, find her place in the Criminal Psychology arena and has been perusing the bridal websites.

       I think many mothers have reflected on that rear view mirror of life and wondered if their kids will be alright out there on their own. I often think about the Prodigal Son story and how that Father must have felt.

       This Father gave the younger son his inheritance after he asked for it early. (Luke 15) He took said money and hit the road. He went to a far off country and squandered, drank, and something like snorted it away. He took the Father’s hard-earned savings for his son to be able to live on and blew every last dime on hard living and questionable women.

       Now I can’t relate to the son taking his inheritance and wasting it on a less than desirable lifestyle, but I can relate to a son no longer being at home. Not under my watchful eye. Out from under my wing and flying on his own. The Father had no knowledge of what his son was doing but I’m sure he had a pretty good idea.

       I find it incredible that this Father not only waited to see IF his son would come back but was actually watching for him!

Luke 15:20 “and he arose and came to his Father but while he was still a long way off his Father saw him and felt compassion and ran and embraced him and kissed him.” (ESV)

       This Father’s prayer was so heart-felt and powerful that he not only hoped his son would come home, he was expectant! His son was still “a long way off”, so he was looking down the road as it were, for his beloved son to return.

       He also didn’t give his son the proverbial “I told you so” speech. He simply felt compassion at the sight of his disheveled dishonorable son. He said not a word nor heard the words his son tried to say. He was just filled with the answer to his hearts longing for his son.

       If my son took that path, could I reconcile with him so easily? I’d like to think so. I love my son so desperately as well as my daughter. I’d like to think that seeing them return home would supersede my impulse to say anything other than “welcome home”.

       Friends God is longing to welcome His child home. If you have felt that there is no possible way God would open His arms to you, let me just set the record straight. He is watching for you. He is looking down the road for you. He sees you even if you feel a long way off. He is running to meet you where you are. Will you let Him embrace you and kiss you and bring you back home?

       When I had a time of not wanting to talk to God, I remembered that He would be watching for me to return. When I did, I never felt like He was scolding me or reprimanding me. He simply brought me back home and celebrated with me.

       Are you wanting to come back home? Are you praying for a loved one to come back home? I’d love to pray with and for you. Let me know how I can pray…

       See you back at the table next week friends.            

I want to take my time

Hi table mates! I sat down to write my post today and was feeling very fidgety and my hip that’s been giving me problems was causing quite a bit of pain and I simply couldn’t concentrate properly to write the last installment of our three-part series. I want to give it more attention before writing something I could have done better on. So, I’ll be posting the final thoughts in our series tomorrow morning (Thursday) instead.

       I just didn’t want to slap some words together and call it done. You all deserve better than that. I always want to be thoughtful with my words and pour my heart into them. So, I’ll collect my thoughts more efficiently tomorrow and you’ll have the thoughts about the Prodigal son story. Blessings friends and I’ll meet ya back here tomorrow with a cup of Joe or tea.         

Closer

Hey all! It’s good to have you here! Welcome! I’m so looking forward to spring weather and being able to sit on my back porch with you all at my summer table. How about you?

       So until then, we’ll sit at my dining table and start with prayer, okay?

       Father in Heaven, would You sit here at the table with us while we feast on Your word together. Guide us and teach us Father. In Jesus name, Amen.

       We are in the middle of a three-part series here at the table but I’m pausing until next week for the final post on that. I was just really inspired to write this post so we’ll et back to our regularly scheduled program next week okay?  

       So, have you seen car side mirrors that have the little sticker that says “objects are closer than they appear”? Of course, I don’t drive but I know these stickers are on those side mirrors. This is a reminder to the driver that when they use those mirrors to be mindful of things being much closer than they think it is.

       If a driver makes a decision to change lanes or turn into a parking lot, they need to know that this decision needs to be made with the knowledge that another car is closer than the driver thinks. I’m sure that there have been accidents in which a driver has said, “I didn’t think the other car was that close to me.”

       Have you been through some trials in which Jesus felt farther away then He actually was? Did it feel like He wasn’t there at all? Me too.

       I remember a time in my life that I spent three days feeling like God was nowhere to be found. It felt like He had simply abandoned me. But then I realized… God… like objects in a side mirror… was closer than He appeared to me.

Psalm 46:1 “God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.” (ESV)

       Friends in those times of fire, God is closer than He appears. We may look in the side mirrors of life and reflect on what has happened and feel that God wasn’t very nearby. But this verse shows the promise that He is!

       God works within our trials and struggles. He walks with us through the fire. Remember the story of the three Hebrew boys who were thrown into the fiery furnace? (see Daniel 3 20 – 25)

       It’s not known if the three boys actually saw the Angel of the Lord for themselves but He was definitely closer than He appeared to be in the midst of that trial.

       Are you going through something so heavy right now that it feels like God isn’t nearby? Do you feel like you are getting ready to be tossed into the fiery furnace? Be assured… God is nearby! He is an ever-present help in times of trouble. Simply call on Him and He will let you know just how close He is. He longs to help us on our journey of trials and struggles.

       So, when you look in those side mirrors… remember that God is definitely closer than He appears! Know He is right there in the passenger seat on this journey with you! See you next week. 

Have You Ever Lost A Coin

Hello Friends! Welcome to my table! Pull up a chair and fill your cup with a warm drink for our chat time. Let’s open with prayer…

   Father in Heaven, we gather here together to be blessed with a message from You. Please open our hearts and minds to hear what that message is today. In Jesus name, Amen.

       As a mostly blind person, when I have dropped something on the floor or knocked something off the kitchen counter, my first thoughts are “Great! Now I have to try and find it.”

       If someone is home, then I will ask for assistance finding it more quickly but if I am home alone, I must find the lost item on my own. This could take some time and effort.

       The task begins down on my hands and knees and a sweeping and patting motion with my hands. Depending on what the item is, I may find it fairly quickly or it could take more time.

       If I can’t seem to find it, I’ll wait until someone get’s home or I may even resort to face timing someone to help me look for it. Hey, technology isn’t all bad!

       Once I’ve located the item, I breathe a sigh of relief and send up a little praise to God for finding it. If someone has helped me, I thank them right then and there. If I had to find it on my own, I may call my husband at work and explain what had happened and rejoice for a moment with him.

       I imagine the story of the lost coin in Luke 15 about the woman looking for the lost coin…

Luke 15:8 – 9 “Or what woman, having ten silver coins, if she loses one coin does not light a lamp and sweep the house and seek diligently until she finds it? And when she has found it, she calls together her friends and neighbors saying ‘rejoice with me, for I have found the coin that I had lost.’” (ESV)  

       Notice that the coin is lost INSIDE the house. The coin represents a lost soul. The house represents the church. The woman is a symbol for the church in scripture.

       There are precious souls sitting right next to us in church every week that are lost! They are going through the motions of attending church but feel no real connection to their savior. They read bible verses and sing all the hymns but don’t truly know Jesus. It is the responsibility of the church to minister to these lost souls as a church body. We must not assume that because someone is always “at” church that they are always “in” church.

       We should be sweeping the church to look for those lost souls. We need to self-examine to see if WE may be the lost soul. Remember that the woman, AKA, the church, found the coin still in the house, AKA, still in the church.

       Brothers and sisters, may we have our hearts and eyes and ears open to the heart cries of lonely lost souls in our very own churches. May we be the hands of Jesus sweeping the church and lighting lamps to find that lost soul.

       Then… then when we find that lost coin… that lost soul… may we rejoice in celebration with shouts of praise and thanksgiving for finding that soul!

       Now is the time for us to be lifting one another up in prayer, checking in on our church family, keeping in touch with that member we haven’t seen in months. Seek out the lost coins and sweep the corners to find them. Minister to them with prayer and a helping hand. Then rejoice with them and the rest of the church family that the lost coin has been found!

       I so appreciate you joining me here each week. I look forward to chatting with you. Drop me a comment and let me know how you are doing! Blessings table family… blessings!      

Am I A Lost Sheep

Hello table family! Come on in out of the cold! It is currently sixteen degrees here and we have about a foot of snow on the ground. So, pull up a chair at the table and enjoy a hot beverage. Let’s pray huh?

   Father in Heaven, we come before You just now and ask that You would reveal truth to us in a new way. Open our hearts Lord and let us here You. In Jesus name, Amen.

       Well, as I sat and had my dedicated time with the Lord the other day, I reread the parables of the Lost Sheep, the Lost Coin, and the Prodigal Son. I’ve discovered some pretty cool things I’d like to share with you.

       This will be a three-part series with the focus being on each one of the parables each entry. We’ll start with the Lost Sheep. Feel free to grab a bible and turn to Luke chapter fifteen.

       We start off with Jesus responding to the Pharisees condemning Jesus for eating with “tax collectors and sinners”. Jesus of course, has a thoughtful reply…

My paraphrase:

       Jesus asks them, “If any of you had a hundred sheep and one got lost, wouldn’t you go and find it?”

       I like to equate this with having say, ten children and if one of them wandered off or got lost, you would certainly set out to find that one! I don’t know of any parent who would say “eh, I got nine more… I’m good.” I’m pretty sure you would want to find that lost child.

       We see in this parable that the Shepperd leaves the ninety-nine (who are safe) to go and look for the one who is lost. Now sheep are not really known for being observant creatures so this poor little lamb likely wandered off and didn’t even realize what had happened.

       Have you ever wandered away from your Shepperd and one day looked up only to realize how lost you were?

       I’ve been in that place. I’m just sort of doing my thing and I look around at my circumstances only to find that I’ve wandered away from my Shepperd and I’m now vulnerable and alone. A perfect setting for a wolf to come in and attack. But then a beautiful thing happens…

Luke 15:5 “and when he has found it, he lays it on his shoulders, rejoicing.”

       When the Shepperd finds us, He doesn’t just lead us back by the rod. No, He picks us up, thereby protecting us from that wolf and carries us in our weakened state and is perhaps singing songs of thanksgiving for finding His lost sheep.

       Don’t miss that in this parable, the Shepperd comes looking for the sheep. God comes looking for us. He is looking for you. He is looking for me.

       When we are found, He doesn’t scold or punish us, He doesn’t even ask for an explanation. He simply rejoices! He is willing to carry us all the way back. Then He celebrates our return.

       Oh little sheep, there is no place you can wonder that is too far for the Shepperd to go to find you. There is no land or country that He won’t travel too in order to find that lost lamb.

       Please take with you that the Shepperd, AKA, God, is looking for His lost sheep. If you feel lost today, know He is looking for you. If you are praying for another wandering sheep, keep praying… God will find them.

       Sometimes us sheep get distracted and we find ourselves wandering. God is out looking. Listen for the Shepperd’s voice and hear His call. Let Him carry you home. Let Him carry His lost sheep home.   

Am I A Lost Sheep

Hello table family! Come on in out of the cold! It is currently sixteen degrees here and we have about a foot of snow on the ground. So, pull up a chair at the table and enjoy a hot beverage. Let’s pray huh?

   Father in Heaven, we come before You just now and ask that You would reveal truth to us in a new way. Open our hearts Lord and let us here You. In Jesus name, Amen.

       Well, as I sat and had my dedicated time with the Lord the other day, I reread the parables of the Lost Sheep, the Lost Coin, and the Prodigal Son. I’ve discovered some pretty cool things I’d like to share with you.

       This will be a three-part series with the focus being on each one of the parables each entry. We’ll start with the Lost Sheep. Feel free to grab a bible and turn to Luke chapter fifteen.

       We start off with Jesus responding to the Pharisees condemning Jesus for eating with “tax collectors and sinners”. Jesus of course, has a thoughtful reply…

My paraphrase:

       Jesus asks them, “If any of you had a hundred sheep and one got lost, wouldn’t you go and find it?”

       I like to equate this with having say, ten children and if one of them wandered off or got lost, you would certainly set out to find that one! I don’t know of any parent who would say “eh, I got nine more… I’m good.” I’m pretty sure you would want to find that lost child.

       We see in this parable that the Shepperd leaves the ninety-nine (who are safe) to go and look for the one who is lost. Now sheep are not really known for being observant creatures so this poor little lamb likely wandered off and didn’t even realize what had happened.

       Have you ever wandered away from your Shepperd and one day looked up only to realize how lost you were?

       I’ve been in that place. I’m just sort of doing my thing and I look around at my circumstances only to find that I’ve wandered away from my Shepperd and I’m now vulnerable and alone. A perfect setting for a wolf to come in and attack. But then a beautiful thing happens…

Luke 15:5 “and when he has found it, he lays it on his shoulders, rejoicing.”

       When the Shepperd finds us, He doesn’t just lead us back by the rod. No, He picks us up, thereby protecting us from that wolf and carries us in our weakened state and is perhaps singing songs of thanksgiving for finding His lost sheep.

       Don’t miss that in this parable, the Shepperd comes looking for the sheep. God comes looking for us. He is looking for you. He is looking for me.

       When we are found, He doesn’t scold or punish us, He doesn’t even ask for an explanation. He simply rejoices! He is willing to carry us all the way back. Then He celebrates our return.

       Oh little sheep, there is no place you can wonder that is too far for the Shepperd to go to find you. There is no land or country that He won’t travel too in order to find that lost lamb.

       Please take with you that the Shepperd, AKA, God, is looking for His lost sheep. If you feel lost today, know He is looking for you. If you are praying for another wandering sheep, keep praying… God will find them.

       Sometimes us sheep get distracted and we find ourselves wandering. God is out looking. Listen for the Shepperd’s voice and hear His call. Let Him carry you home. Let Him carry His lost sheep home.