Zacc 4:6 Then he answered and spake unto me, saying, This is the word of the Lord unto Zerubbabel, saying, Not by might, nor by power, but by my spirit, saith the Lord of hosts.
This is an excellent verse to remind me who is really my “boss”. It’s also a solace when I get frustrated, angry or worried about world events we see happening. The might and power of men and politics may seem to be overwhelming - but it will never succeed in destroying what Jesus accomplished for us so many years ago at Calvary!
The previous paragraph was my first thought at reading this verse. But as I read it again this morning, I was confronted with the thought that it needs to be more personal. I need reminding in my daily life as I work with students, as I send out multiple cards to friends that have suffered loss, as I make decisions as producer for our community theatre group, as I check out customers at MCC, as I help clean up at a catered dinner at the senior centre – am I allowing God’s spirit to work in me? Can people see Jesus in me, or a brusque person trying to do it all on her own?
It’s been an intense week for many reasons, and as I read this verse a third and fourth time it struck me – what a two-edged verse this is; both a challenge and a comfort. As I yield to the challenge of keeping my activities in line with God’s Holy Spirit, He will enable me to do things in a much better way. “Stop & Listen” is needed in both the physical and spiritual realms. My challenge this week will be to take that time to truly listen with my heart, and not just with my ears. My mom used to say, “God gave us two ears and only one mouth for a reason.” That’s easier said than done – who wants to try this challenge with me?! It may make a world of difference in what you face this week if you just put “Stop and Listen” is a few places you see often.
My ways to absorb peace - watching the sky (last night looked like a huge spilled out bale of wool), crunching through leaves, admiring the fall colours, and reading a good book. When you can do all at the same time - oh my! :0) What do you do that brings peaceful moments to you?
That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith; that ye, being rooted and grounded in love, May be able to comprehend with all saints what is the breadth, and length, and depth, and height; And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fulness of God.
This verse almost overwhelms me when I truly think about those words. To have such a firm foundation of faith sends little shivers through me – you know, the kind you get when seeing or hearing something so profound your body can barely handle it.
Some days it can be a struggle to show my faith properly – busy days or frustrating moments can keep my focus on the hum-drum instead of the lofty-ness of the breadth, height and love of Christ. But other days there are moments when something happens and I truly feel I have had a glimpse of the “fulness of God”.
This past week I have seen some trees and foliage that just takes my breath away. I’ve always loved fall, and this year it is spectacular. When I gaze at the multitudinous shades and tones of these trees, I can’t help get those little shivers. If God has given us such beauty here, what can heaven possibly hold for us? It defies imagination. My other thought was, “This is glorious – yet these leaves are dying. Death can be a hard thing, yet in the midst of the ‘death’ of these trees they give such pleasure to so many. At my age it’s realistically becoming the ‘fall’ of my life. Am I living a life that people can appreciate the beauty of it; am I showing the love of Christ?”
Being human, it’s difficult – at least for me – to keep that wondrous feeling 24/7. But these moments of sheer joy as I wander through the falling leaves reminds me of the solid foundation that my faith is rooted into, and when the Jonah days come, and the tree (me) stands stripped and barren that root keeps it holding on until spring (joy) comes once again.
Blessings to you all as you face the joys and challenges of this coming week!
PS. These photos can't do justice to the actual beauty that's out there.
February 26, 2021
What a week! As a teacher on a Hutterite colony for grade 5-12, life is non-stop from 9:00-3:30. This coming Friday is the end of quarter, so report cards will be due. So that always makes one extra busy.
But I had 2 highlights in this week.
The first: I came home and stumbled over something on my step. When I picked it up and entered, I found out I was holding MY copy of my book! I felt like a mother receiving her first child. The awe and wonder of holding something I'd created and labored over for - yes, about nine months- well, that is quite the feeling.
The second: Last night the doorbell rang. I answered and a man stood there with a floral arrangement. I was sure he'd come to the wrong house, but he had the right name. Imagine my amazement when I saw that friends from the States had arranged these lovely roses to be delivered to celebrate this milestone in my life. In today's Covid restrictions, such a thoughtful, kind gesture means SO much! I never get flowers, so I'm still just smiling over it.