Consistent Care

This afternoon while I was sweeping the kitchen, my cell phone buzzed. It was my son-in-law Adam, from Florida:

“Your package just arrived. Linni’s away at a meeting and both kids were crying. Perfect timing! Thank you!”

Adam is a spectacular father, wholeheartedly involved with Skylar and Micah, ever patient, always kind. I wasn’t surprised to hear he was in the trenches of parenthood today, managing two fussy children. What did surprise me was that the package I’d mailed mid-week had arrived with “perfect timing.”

After I filled that box in Michigan (an exchanged birthday gift for Micah and a Mickey Mouse for Skylar), and after I taped it up and wrote the address on it, it sat on my kitchen counter for three days. Every time I walked past it I thought, “Oh golly, I’ve just got to get to the post office.”

I find it fascinating that after three days of procrastination, the package arrived with “perfect timing.” And there’s no other explanation except that God did it. His plan was to lift Adam out of a stressful moment and bring pleasure to two little children.

How many other nifty gifts does God put together for us day in and day out, when we don’t know it’s him? These things rarely arrive in boxes, but they might as well be gift-wrapped because of the special care our heavenly Father puts into sending them.

As young children we all memorized 1 Peter 5:7: “Cast all your care on him, for he cares for you.” Even without the front half of that verse, the last half is true by itself. God just plain cares for us.

The verse before that one also vouches for his care: “Humble yourselves… under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time.” Being lifted up by God himself when we are down? That’s tender loving care for sure. Humbling ourselves first, which is what Adam was doing by caring for his children today, is the prerequisite. We can all find ways to humble ourselves on a daily basis, and being lifted by God is a powerful motivator.

The verse even before that one describes another gift of caring God wants to give us: “God… shows favor to the humble.” So in three consecutive verses, he promises three gifts. He cares for us (v. 7), lifts us up (v. 6) and shows favor to us (v. 5). On a discouraging day when children are crying or other tensions dominate, we should actively look around for God’s care, knowing it’s on the way. This goes for both small concerns and large crises.

I think of Nate in reference to these verses. When he was assigned to go through the agony of terminal cancer, he humbled himself to God’s will, accepting it with grace. God did those three things for Nate. He cared for him through six weeks of uncertainty and pain, then showed him tremendous favor by lifting him into paradise, the ultimate in promises kept.

Today Adam was caring for Skylar and Micah. Simultaneously God was caring for all three of them, and he delivered a care package, just to prove it.

“The Lord is good, a refuge in times of trouble. He cares for those who trust in him.” (Naham 1:7)

Holy Fingerprints

Life offers no greater thrill than an eye-popping realization that Almighty God has bent into time and space and touched us. These moments outweigh the excitement of delivering a baby, of being reunited with loved ones, of buying something we’ve always wanted, of winning an award.

Of course there’s one critical prerequisite to experiencing these thrills: a personal relationship with God. But that’s an option anyone can choose, because God wants us all.

When you, reader, come to the end of this post having read about my God-touch today, you may think, “No big deal.” Please know I’ve prayed about this for you, asking God to show you more of himself. No matter how small his contact with us, because of who he is, it’s spectacular.

Here’s a helpful word picture. At Christmas time, my 73 year old cottage got new windows, and because its winter, they’ve not yet been washed. Toddler grandchildren, visiting at the time, decorated the glass with their pudgy handprints, and although my little relatives are gone, they’ve left evidence that they were here.

God’s touch on an ordinary day leaves a far more important imprint on my life. To be marked by his supernatural influence even once is to crave more of it and more of him.

So here’s today’s holy fingerprint. While flying home from FL last week, I read through a book of quotes by Mother Teresa. After absorbing her thoughts on life and ministry, I understood clearly how and why she lived as she did.

Her words: “Whoever the poorest of the poor are, they are Christ for us – Christ under the guise of human suffering. Jesus comes to us in the hungry, the naked, the lonely, the alcoholic, the drug addict, the prostitute, the street beggars. If we reject them, we reject Jesus.”

As our plane landed, Mother Teresa’s sacrificial life impacted me, and I felt badly about my lack of contact with the poor. Short of supporting a little girl in India who I’ve never met, I’ve done very little and hoped to change that. As we pulled up to the gate, I asked God to show me what he wanted me to do. Who were the poor he wanted me to know?

Then Monday morning I came face-to-face with three poor people at the family custody window in the county courthouse. Although I didn’t feel God’s finger on me then, today I felt it.

I had prayed, “Who, Lord?”

And he said, “Them.”

Maybe I’ll end up back at family court, hanging around the halls to see what happens. Maybe God will make other arrangements as I continue to pray for those three, but he “marked” me this morning by letting me know I don’t have to hunt for ways to help the poor. He’s going to show me.

It was a small, gentle touch in which he made me aware of the link between my prayer request and his specific answer. And because it was done by Almighty God, I am in awe.

“Part your heavens, Lord, and come down.” (Psalm 144:5a)

Female Farmers

How thankful I am for the ladies in my Tuesday morning Bible study. Although I can’t always be faithful in my attendance because of travel and out-of-town commitments, when I’m go, I’m blessed.

We’ve been studying Hebrews this year, and today’s lesson was chapter 12:1-3. I’d been looking forward to this week, because these were Nate’s favorite Scripture verses. This very month they’re being carved in stone on his grave marker as a testimony to Jesus being at the end of life’s race.

The Bible has many race-references, including one I’ve never heard coupled with a running analogy. It’s offered by Jesus himself who uses a farming picture to make his point. He’d just offered someone the opportunity to follow him full time, but the man had deferred, telling Jesus he’d rather head back home and put things in order there first.

Jesus snapped back with this line: “No one who puts a hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God.” His listeners were probably familiar with every farmer’s intention to plow a straight row. If he looked back, his plow would wobble and his furrow would wander. Jesus was highlighting the importance of purposefully moving forward without adding the confusion and delay of looking back… exactly as when running a race.

Today at Bible study, as we talked about persevering through life, plowing forward without getting bogged down in the past, we were each given a drawing of a lush maple tree. Near the roots were written the names of those mentioned in Hebrews 11, the Faith Hall of Fame. Those champions are the foundational examples of Scripture, and in Hebrews 12 they’re included in the “cloud of witnesses” cheering us on as we run our races or plow our rows.

Next to the maple tree were other blanks meant for us to fill as we thought about who else might be in our “cheering section.” Near the trunk we were encouraged to identify people of Christian influence in our childhood. As we edged up the branches, we wrote more recent influences, ending at the top with current “cheerleaders”, a thought-provoking process.

The remainder of our time was spent listening to stories of faith from among us, as women shared from their pasts. All of us took our hands from the plows so as not to wobble the furrows as we listened. What we saw behind us was God’s persistent call through neighbors, teachers, relatives, radio programs, funerals and friends as he faithfully placed his witnesses in our lives.

Every woman put people on her tree who may never have known of their powerful Christian influence on a child, a teen, a young adult. But the best part was realizing God had put each one in place to urge us toward himself and his kingdom at the end of our race or furrow.

As for my new women farmer-friends, we’ll just keep plowing through life together.

“Jesus replied, ‘No one who puts a hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God’.” (Luke 9:62)