In my early childhood, I was the first grandchild, so I had it made – at least I thought I did. I was a sweet little girl, with curls of golden blond. I learned how to tap dance and do ballet when I as just a tyke. My mother was smitten with the movies and especially Shirley Temple. She was convinced that I would someday become a star or at least Miss America. Time changed all that. More children were added to our circle of family members and I became the low man on the totem pole, while the others had their moments in the limelight. As I grew into a teenager, I became the chubby kid. I wasn’t cute anymore when my first pimple appeared. I didn’t feel good about myself. It began to eat away at me and continued for many years after. Still I was fortunate to have a loving family that cared about me and my future, but those feelings of self worth somehow got lost in the mix. I continued to believe that I would never amount to anything worth while.
Many children grow up thinking they can’t do anything right in their parents’ eyes. Many carry that baggage into adolescence and beyond. As we attend church, we hear words like “serving others,” “don’t be proud,” You’re no better than anyone else.” Though these words hold some truth, they can also serve as weapon by our greatest enemy. Satan wants us to believe we’re worth more than we think we are. He wants us to believe we deserve the best things in life. He also uses those thoughts to boost our ego and make narcissists out of us.
The simple truth is that we are valuable to God. He considers us His own children. He knew what we would be before we were even conceived. He had a blueprint established for our life. He wants us to succeed – not because of what we personally can do, but because He loves us with a love far greater than that of our parents. His love holds no strings. Even in our sinful state, He loves us unconditionally.
As I mentioned earlier, my self esteem suffered for many years. I still have trouble with it at times. I think part of the reason for that is because I never felt worthy of forgiveness – of a place in heaven – of a relationship with God. A friend directed me to Psalm 139 when I was going through a particularly rough patch. It has become one of my favorietes, with time, because it is the perfect explanation of God’s love for us. If you have the chance to read it today, do so.
Satan will use our ego to get to us in many ways. He will make us think we deserve better. He will promise us things he can’t deliver and make us believe we can gain those things on our own. When He tried to tempt Jesus in the desert, he even used Holy Scripture to tempt the Son of God. Our God is so much more powerful than the devil, We can’t let him deceive us into thinking otherwise. God always wins.
Today we need to think about our own arsenal of weapons to use against our enemy. Jesus gave us the perfect example during His own temptation. He used the Word of God – the Bible – to substantiate the truth of His power. Turn to it today for positive reinforcement. It will change how you feel about yourself and your place on earth and in the heavenly realms.
This week my posts have to do with ways we can find ourselves under the thumb of the evil one – the real oppressor, the devil. Many may conclude that our greatest enemy today is our own government – the news media – the Internet – addiction – Covid – and any number of issues that inhabit our planet. The true oppressor is the one who is in direct conflict with all that is good and perfect – our heavenly Father, God, who has power over all things, including our enemy.
Today I’d like to discuss bitterness as one of tools in the devil’s arsenal. Bitterness is often described as a foul taste, resulting from eating the wrong thing. It can also be a term used for a feeling left within us after we’ve been wounded physically, emotionally or spiritually. Both meanings are a reaction to being fed something acidic, resentful, foul or harmful. Yesterday I talked about the results of bullying, but bitterness goes one step further down the path of negativity. There is a breaking point for most of us. Bitterness goes beyond that. It’s a feeling that stays with you and affects the way you deal with all things in your life. You in fact can easily become a slave to bitterness It will fester like an open wound and never heal unless you release it.
When you’re constantly being fed a diet of bitterness, you in fact become what you eat. Your attitude towards others changes. Your relationships are shallow. Your thoughts turn inward. Focusing on yourself becomes a way of life. How do you remove the bitter taste – the after taste that clings to the roof of your mouth? It would be nice if you could just gargle that taste away, but by the time it has turned into a bitter spirit, it takes much more than mouth wash.
There is a way to eliminate bitterness from our lives and it’s so easy, yet many prefer to wallow in their acrimony . The Bible has this to say about this malady.
Ephesians 4:31-32 ESV “Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice.Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.”
By forgiving others as we have been forgiven, the scars caused by bitterness will be erased. Putting others first is what our Savior, Jesus did. He left His throne of glory and honor. He humbled Himself and became a servant. He sacrificed everything to purchase our redemption. The least we can do in gratitude for that precious gift, is to thank Him and than follow His lead by forgiving others.
A few years back on a cold October afternoon, my husband was teaching an after school art class in a school cafeteria. He had set up his “classroom” with individual stations for his students. He did this in advance of the class so they would be able to dig in as soon as they arrived. There was a fifteen minute gap before the class began, and some eager young teachers came into the room to post their anti-bullying posters on the walls/ They dumped all their materials on the only table being used at the moment – the one my husband had set up for his class. He kindly told them that he had a class that would be starting shortly and asked if they could move their materials to another table. They responded by saying he was bullying them. They were dead serious in their response. This is just a small example of how people have become bullies without even acknowledging it.
The month of October is devoted to stomping out the use of humiliation, shame and adding guilt to behavior towards one another. There is a huge movement going on right now about showing tolerance, kindness and fompassion toards one another, while many continue to be the recipient of intolerable behavior. The epidemic we’ve been dealing with for the past couple years has created a new kind of shield that most of us are beginning to wear. It has nothing to do with masks or vaccinations, but the right to make a choice regarding our own health without stepping on anyone else’s toes. There has been a huge campaign to shame people if they aren’t abiding by the mandates of the land. People are being ridiculed – scolded – and guilted into thinking they are un-American if they don’t do what they’re told to do. In a way the bullying has gone viral.
Our most vulnerable are under attack not only because of the COVID issue, but for ridiculous reasons that result from wanting to be noticed or having a will to being mean to each other. Kindness is a lost art for some people and they prefer to be the center of attention by humiliating someone else. This is not limited to children. It moves quickly into the workplace as people feel that climbing the ladder of success requires stepping on people along the way. As we age, the bullying continues. You would think that people’s feelings wouldn’t get hurt after so many years of living, but they are considered to be vulnerable as well and sometimes even more so, because of their limitations.
From birth to death we’re exposed to this kind of behavior. Some folks can handle it better than others. As we age, some of those things are no longer important to us. Either we’ve learned to live with them or we begin to tolerate the behavior because we’re not as sensitive to it anymore. However, I believe that my generation suffers from being bullied as much as our youngest ones do. Maybe I’m being too simplistic about this, but if everyone treated each other as if they would like to be treated, it sure would eliminate a lot of problems in our world. I believe our Savior, Jesus talked about that many times during His ministry on earth.
Maybe we need to start by getting back to the basics of human communication – face to face conversations – problem solving through team work – getting rid of pride and need to be the best – compassion towards one another – love.
“Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves.” Phillipians 2:3
“Dress for action like a man; I will question you and you make it known to me. Will you even put me in the wrong? Will you condemn me that you may be in the right? Have you an arm like God, and can you thunder with a voice like his?”
To say the least, Job had to go through hell in order to find heaven. He was consistent in his faith, but he had his moments – just as we would under lesser circumstances. Job went from prince to pauper in a matter of days. His life of means was virtually crushed and he lost it all.
We worry and fret over things which we have no control over. We panic when the word COVID is mentioned. We run in fear when we think our country is in the throes of terrorism. We get upset if our internet service is down. We spend a great portion of our lives trying to go it alone and forget the One whose hand is in every aspect of them.
At the end of Job’s journey, he has been beaten by his losses – in great physical, mental and spiritual need – and has endured the advice of his “friends. They tell Job that he must’ve have done some great wrong to turn God away from him. Remember, God didn’t cause Job’s misery, He allowed Satan to tempt this faithful servant of His, because He knew what the outcome would be in advance
Each time we go through even the slightest difficulty we may confront God in the same way. Why me? What did I do to deserve this? When will my misery end? In the final chapters of this amazingly poetic book, we hear God’s response. If you have a chance to read these chapters, do so. I can’t begin to describe the magnificent language. God relays to Job, in His very expository words, the way the earth was created by Him – how He is in complete control of everything that happens in life, yet we’re responsible for our own actions. We aren’t puppets waiting to be moved by the puppet master. He included a free will in us before we were even born.
God tells Job to stand up like a man. Poor Job! His body was riddled with pain and anguish. He could barely lift his head in response to his Maker. God was challenging him again, but was He? He was trying to get Job’s attention, because Job had been wallowing in self pity for some time now and his friends weren’t helping the situation.
We all need to be snapped to attention from time to time – especially when we are at the breaking point. Through God’s power and majesty we will come to see His enduring compassion. He saw our useless condition and paid the full price for our redemption. If it weren’t for that, we would have no future in His loving, mighty arms.
Lord, forgive me when I forget that you are Omnipotent, Omniscient and Omnipresent. Your hand formed the universe and you breathed life into everything. You can do anything – even save a worm like me. Amen!
Thanksgiving is one of those holidays that’s been sandwiched in to fill the end of the year calendar. We don’t always stop to give thanks for the blessings we’ve received, but maybe it’s time we did. Last month, October, the stores were filled with pumpkins and witches. I found it difficult to find any autumn decorations, because Christmas was already on the shelves. Now that Thanksgiving is just around the corner, Christmas has consumed the craft stores and there are rows upon rows of ornaments, Santas, Gnomes, cheery little elves, but very little sign of Jesus, the One who we celebrate on Christmas. So do I sound like a complaining old grandma yet?
Maybe I am, but I so long for those special days designated for a particular reason. Yesterday was set aside for all branches of the military and rightly so. Today, according to the Days of the Year site, it’s Happy Hour Day along with Chicken Soup for the Soul Day. November is known to most authors as NaNoWreMo (National Novel Writing Month.) Our church holds Thanksgiving Day services or night before Thanksgiving services. We used to have a Thanksgiving feast the week before the actual day, but with all the changes that COVID brought, that is no longer possible. November is also popular to hunters of the white tail deer in Wisconsin and Minnesota. We have gotten used to celebrating Thanksgiving at our house a week or so before the actual day because of celebrations at in laws, distance between us and working around the deer hunt. This year we’ll celebrate on Sunday of this week.
We used to have turkey, stuffing, cranberries, sweet potatoes and all the trimmings. This year I am opting for just white meat, which is what most everyone likes. I may throw in a leg or two. Instead of peeling potatoes, I will serve the instant version and the stuffing will be a doctored up version of the boxed stuff. OK, when you get to be almost an octonagarian, you can fudge a little. The rest of the goodies will come from the kids. Thankfully we will not be watching football games or reading the ads for black Friday sales, but we will find time to talk and laugh and laugh some more.
My novel is still sitting on the shelf, waiting to be reworked, even though I thought it was finished last November. The sales for Christmas were never a big deal for me anyway. I will give thanks for our armed forces every day of the year. I will take time to prepare a semi-sumptuous meal for my family. After it’s all done, I will thank God for allowing me another year filled with known and unknown blessings. Thanksgiving shouldn’t be limited to just one day.
Psalm 56:8-11 “You have kept count of my tossings;put my tears in your bottle. Are they not in your book? Then my enemies will turn backin the day when I call. This I know, that God is for me. In God, whose word I praise, in the Lord, whose word I praise,in God I trust; I shall not be afraid. What can man do to me?”
If I were to count the tears I’ve shed in the 79 years of my life, I would undoubtedly fill a lake rather than a bottle. I’m one of those sensitive types that cries at the drop of a hat. It can be to a fault most times. On the other hand, tears are a way for us to manifest our deepest feelings and when presented to God, they are like liquid prayers. There are times when tears are our only means of communication with Him. He already knows what our needs are. He knows everything about us – our failures and weaknesses, our strengths and victories. He has endowed us with these emotional droplets to release the pain, to express joy or demonstrate compassion. When words aren’t available to us, those tears are often stronger than words.
We can be judged as weak when we cry. We can be accused of being too sensitive. Many may condemn us for our lack of ability to stand and fight, but sometimes it’s the only way we can deal with things that happen to us. Many times it’s best to walk away and not stir the pot anymore than it needs to be stirred. Sure it is a form of escape and not facing into the problem, but it also gives you time to think before speaking. The tongue is a whole different area where we tend to mess up.
Have you ever just gone into prayer with tears? I certainly have. Many times there are not words to express what I’m feeling. The pain may be too great to overcome. The loss is overwhelming. There seems to be no answer to our dilemma. That’s the time when the Holy Spirit steps in on our behalf. He interprets our innermost thoughts to the Father in a voice that we can’t understand.
I will undoubtedly continue to face my problems with a certain amount of eye moisture involved, but I know that God is there for me in all times, through all my longings and concernsm with every step that I take.. What a comfort to know that He’s in our corner even when we don’t have the right words.
If I could turn back time If I could find a way I’d take back those words that’ve hurt you And you’d stay
I don’t know why I did the things I did I don’t know why I said the things I said Pride’s like a knife it can cut deep inside Words are like weapons they wound sometimes
Written by Diane Warren\
Picture it. The vocal artist of the eighties, Cher, standing before an audience, dressed in risque costume, belting out the lyrics to “If I Could Turn Back Time.” This became one of her trademark songs and revived her career in the late 1980s. Now that I’ve created that image in your mind, you will probably be humming the tune and singing the words yourself for the rest of the day. I love planting ear worms.
Of course we can’t literally turn back time, but what would you do if you could? During our return to normal time and the dismissal of daylight savings time, we have an opportunity to capture the lost hour which has eluded us for several months. Did we even notice it was gone? Does it matter? I hate the time changes, especially the one in fall. I’m completely off schedule at this time of year anyway, and adding another hour to the confusion is almost more than a sane person can take, but who said I was sane?
Maybe we should collect all those lost hours over the years, so we could find enough time to do over some of the things we messed up on. It certainly can’t be accomplished in one hour. We can’t mend a relationship in an hour. We can’t reclaim words said in anger or without thinking? We certainly can’t redeem ourselves from all the mistakes we’ve made over time. Many of those errors in judgment are often forgotten about or shelved for the rest of our existence.
I would love it if we could go back and erase the bad stuff from our past. Unfortunately, we don’t have the power to do that, but God does. He knew before the creation of the world what the plan for our salvation would be. It was already in the blueprint. He is the only one who can change our past and restore a future with Him.
So the clocks were changed again for a time. I still have trouble changing the one in my car, but maybe I’ll just save that hour for next year. If I continue to do that, I might find myself with an entire day to do over. In the meantime, I’ll trust that all my past and future mistakes have been washed away by the Creator of the Universe.
“Odd things happen to all of us on our way through life without our noticing for a time that they have happened.” J.M. Barrie “Peter Pan”
Constantin Stanislavsky once said, “Remember, there are no small parts, only small actors.”
Where do you fit in to the scheme of things? I always told my young performers that each of them was an important piece of the story we were trying to portray – without their participation, the story is incomplete, no matter how small the part may seem. That doesn’t mean much to the kid who counts the number of lines he has and compares them to others. We want to be equal to the others – on the same playing field – as good as or better than.
However, each of us is part of something much bigger than we are. If you consider how a business runs, a government, an orchestra or anything that involves multiple talents and abilities, you will see that each one involved in that enterprise has an important contribution to make.
Some of us have great organizational skills while others are more inclined to handling the people management issues. Some folks have wonderful visual abilities and can create ideas just like that. Some are more capable with numbers or the mechanics of things. What ever skill you have, don’t ever underestimate or underplay the importance of your part in the big picture. It’s up to you to discover where your talents lie and then make good use them.
Do you know that God knew exactly what you would become long before you were even conceived? He has a plan for each one of us and He wants to partner with us to accomplish the work He has set before us. We all have the same opportunities in life, whether we’re rich or poor. We can overcome adversity, disabilities, having dreams shattered. We can accomplish amazing things, but we can’t do it alone. As soon as we recognize that we are part of something greater than us, doors will open – changes will occur – relationships will improve and all of this will draw us closer to the one who made it all possible in the first place.
“May the glory of the LORD endure forever; may the LORD rejoice in his works, who looks on the earth and it trembles, who touches the mountains and they smoke!” Psalm 104:31-32
ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER
The glory of the Lord is painted throughout His creation,
Wafting down from the heights of heaven as an eagle,
Upon whose tremendous wingspan touches every cloud,
Carving through granite mountains with the touch of a finger,
Glistening in the silver lined clouds,
Reflecting across still waters,
Racing through the wind to places of majesty,
This is God’s handiwork,
This is His voice,
His Touch,
His view,
His creation,
Only He can make a mountain,
Only He can piece together a valley,
Only He can fill empty spaces with refreshing water,
It’s only three weeks until Thanksgiving – three Thursdays from now – less than a month away. Thanksgiving at my house usually runs anywhere between November 1st and November 30th. For years (far too many to count) Thanksgiving Day was just another day for me, as the men in the family would trudge off to Wisconsin for the white tailed deer hunt, male comradery, sitting in a tree and feasting and fun on Thursday. The past couple of years have changed all that. The hunt has kind of slipped into times passed and our family has blossomed out to the point of sharing them with the other sides of their families.
I remember the Thanksgivings of my youth. The table was set with fine china and crystal. The fancy silver needed to be polished free of the tarnish that had set in. Food was days in the making. Pies and special breads and treats were made in advance. Turkey was stuffed with delicious dressing and all throughout the week, sensational smells danced through the house. The day arrived. Televisions were shut off, football games were put on hold and for almost an hour, we passed the potatoes, soaked in the tastes and eye candy and conversed with each other. A perfect meal – yes. A lot of thanksgiving – not so much. The meal, the table and the festivie flavor was the center of attention. The meal was generally rushed through so a return to the game could occur. Not much different than today.
We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessings – words from a Thanksgiving hymn I learned as a child. Our blessings are so often overlooked in lieu of the blessings we;ve already received. This holiday has become the precursor to the holiday shopping season, but many folks have started that tradition way back in July.
So is it so hard for us to take one day to put the focus on the gifts we’ve so richly been endowed with? The most important being the greatest gift ever given to mankind – salvation by grace alone. In the next three weeks leading up to the celebration, it might be fun to write down one thing you’re thankful for and when you gather for your turkey dinner, read your individual notes to each other. It might take a little longer to get through the meal, but think of how long it took to prepare it.
“God so loved the world, that He gave His own beloved Son, that whoever believes in Him, will not perish, but have everlasting life.” That might be a good place to start.
There is nothing like getting out in nature to clear away the cobwebs and dust of every day living. Problems that are left behind are soon forgotten as you traverse through God’s beautiful creation. I’m beginning to understand why my husband is such an outdoor nut. Each week we get in the car and find a new destination. The ride is usually no longer than a couple hours, but it’s enough to rejuvenate and exhilarate the senses.
Yesterday’s journey took us on a longer trip. We spent about five hours exploring the final remnants of Autumn. The skies at this time of year are amazing. Clouds filter the sun and rays bounce carelessly along the horizon. Splashes of color still remain. Fields have been plowed, but a trace of what once was still exists. A patchwork of green, gold and browns now replace the fields of corn, soybeans and wheat. The bronze and deep crimson oaks are now in sight and a few brilliant aspens are still hanging on – most leaving a carpet of brilliance below their branches. The chillier temperatures create tiny shards of crystal, refracting a rainbow of color into the clouds. It bounces off the water and dances in ripples across the expanse. When you need to get away from the world and all the chaos and disorder, get in the car and take a drive.
Thank you, Lord, for the seasons – for the beauty of your creation – for the gift of life here and eternal life, If this world is even a small fraction of a glimpse of eternity – I can’t wait. Amen!
Back in 2014, I wrote a musical play based on the story of Esther from the Bible. This beautiful book reads like a fairy tale, where a lovely young woman is chosen to sit beside the ruler of the most powerful nation of the time. She is selected for her beauty by the King. She has already been chosen by God to fulfill His plan for His people. During this story, we never hear God’s name mentioned, but it is apparent that He has been woven carefully and meticulously throughout the text. God has a plan for all of us. Right now it would not seem so, with all the chaos going on around us, but even in our darkest hours, He is right there with us and will deliver us into a better place eventually. The love story in Esther is not only between a man and woman, but between us and our God.
These are the lyrics I wrote for the song “WAITING” from the musical version of Esther’s story, “SUCH A TIME AS THIS,” with music by Sarah Siegler. I think the words are indicative of the times that we try to wait and understand God. We will never fully comprehend His wisdom, but everything He does is for a purpose.
My God, you have placed me here for a reason.
I don’t know what it is.
I wish I knew your plan for me.
I know I should be patient,
but my mind is filled with fear.
I sit and wait and wonder why.
Why have you chosen ME to be in this place?
Am I the one who must make sure that your work is done?
I know that with you I can do anything.
I will always trust in you.
You are the God of my people.
Just help me to understand what you would have me do.
“I lift up my eyes to the mountains— where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.”
After a night of neighborhood noise and Halloween haunting, we finally went to sleely,pnly to awake to an ambulance approaching the door of our neighbor who just returned from the hospital two days ago. Immediately after reading the words to this Psalm, we looked out our window and saw a red sun rising on the horizon, creating a silhouette of black trees against a crimson sky. Tears began to flow as I thought about the mountains we continue to climb even at our age.
I found the above painting by my husband, Paul Boecher and some poetry to add to it for today’s post. It seems there is a constant range of mountains ahead of us, even as we come to the end of our days. We’re struggling with old age issues, unable to manage things we used to take for granted – trying to stifle the creative juices and take it easy – losing ourselves in memories of what used to be and will not be again. Sitting on the precipice of 80 is much like standing on a tightrope and hoping you can maintain yourself through the journey ahead. You’d think the mountain climbing would be over now, but it isn’t. True comfort and peace is not to be attained upon this earth. It’s guaranteed us when we pass from terra firma, but in the meantime, we continue to climb with each dying breath.
Clinging tightly to the lifeline that has sustained us through the years, we look to the Word of God. We know this life is only temporary and it soon will pass. Eventually the gates of heaven will open wide and we’ll be ushered into perfection. Until then, we continue to climb towards that goal.
TRUE PEACE BY KATHY BOECHER
We search in vain for a place empty of confusion,
All the trappings of the world bring no relief,
The noise of life overtakes us.
We run to the mountains for serenity,
We hide in the meadow near a quiet stream,
We sail away from the pack to be alone,
But the sound of a jackhammer penetrates the silence,
The voices of anger rage around us,
The tempest of fear stirs within us,
True peace can only be obtained in the Son of God,
The Prince of Peace.
We search in vain for a place empty of confusion,
All the trappings of the world bring no relief,
The noise of life overtakes us.
We run to the mountains for serenity,
We hide in the meadow near a quiet stream,
We steal away from the pack to be alone,
But the sound of a jackhammer penetrates the silence,
The voices of anger rage around us,
The tempest of fear stirs within us,
True peace can only be obtained in the Son of God,
The Christian church is under attack today, just as it always has been. The Word of God is being challenged daily and rewritten for man’s advantage. When God inspired His human scribes to pen the words He wanted them to pen, He promised that they are His words – not those of sinful men. The words are hard to swallow sometimes. They might even seem old fashioned and foolish to some, but they are the divine utterances of our holy, living God.
Today the Bible is assumed to be just another book with some ideas for good living; some perceptions by a group of narrow minded folks who have nothing else to boast about. Isn’t it funny how the Bible remains a best seller? There must be a need for reading what it has to say. Over time and with the help of the devil and his legions of followers, the Word has been corrupted as much as has the church. It’s time to defend it once more. We need to make sure it remains the same today as it was when it was first placed in man’s hands. We must use the entire book, not just bits and pieces of it. If we don’t, we don’t get the whole message. God is very clear in what He has to say to us.
Let us arm ourselves with the truth He has given us. This is a battle we can win, because God has this.
“The Word they still shall let remain, nor any thanks have for it;
He’s by our side upon the plain with His good gifts and Spirit.
And take they our life, goods, fame, child and wife,
As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension.
I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog.
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