Desert's End

The desert is hot, dry, and boring.  Flat land stretches to a flat horizon, the distance deceptive from the haze.  Some sparse vegetation breaks the otherwise unending dullness of the terrain.  There is nothing here.

Or is there?

Slowly, as I travel, I find the hidden wonders of this barren place.  Beauty I find, unlooked for and unexpected, in the stars at night, in the shadows by day.  The plants that thrive in the harsh environment, content where they are placed.  The broad stretch of the sky; so vast and yet, as the hymn writer said, “nor could the scroll contain the whole [of God’s love] though stretched from sky to sky.”  How great then is His love?

Yet I still act as a foolish child, hoarding the Sweet Water.  I often fail to remember that though I walk through the desert, the fount from which I drink is unending, unfailing, unfathomable.  Drink! comes the cry on the wind and my thirsty soul responds.  What madness was mine that I would not take advantage of this wonderful gift?

The land begins to change, growing rockier, steeper.  Great cliffs loom up out of the haze, hemming me in, narrowing my way to a single path.  Always there is a whisper of laughter ahead; the delight of one who has a great surprise in store.  A hand on my own, pulling me along as though unwilling to wait any longer for the revelation.

And the cliffs open.

There!

A valley, as green as the desert was brown, lies at my feet.  Tall trees and bright flowers stretch out of long grasses.  Down from the cliffs winds a rocky path that leads boldly into the midst of the trees.  I cannot see where it leads nor tell where this valley goes but the sheer unexpectedness of it takes my breath.

Here?

Here.

I take a step forward.  Here?

Here.  Would this valley be so pleasant if you had not gone through the desert first?

I shake my head, still wondering.  It would not.

A strong, gentle hand rests on my shoulder.  Always I am with you.  Each place to which I lead has its own dangers and temptations.  Follow Me and I will make your paths straight.

Straight paths.  Here in this valley, I cannot see far ahead – unlike the desert where all around was clear.  Now it is one step, one day that is revealed.  I have begun to learn to trust Him to provide nourishment in barren places, now I must learn again to follow His lead when I cannot see the way.

Can I?

Not of my own.  But He who said, “I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life,” also said “I will never leave you nor forsake you.”  Day by day, I will learn.

Trials will come; I will struggle.  There will be days when I fail to drink of the life-giving stream.  But for now, I am content.  My God is so good.  He is able to do immeasurably more than we ask or think – and more than that, He does do it.

Eye has not seen, nor ear heard,
Nor have entered into the heart of man
The things which God has prepared for those who love Him

Both in this life and the next.

Never forget.

Six Weeks

That’s how long I’ve been recording things in my journal.  Six whole weeks.  I never actually thought I’d manage that.  Really.  I’ve never written more than a few days at a time in a journal.  Never regularly recorded anything.  But for six weeks I have written down 1-7 different things from that day that I am thankful for.  That makes 168 separate ways God has shown His graciousness to me and others.  Some entries are similar, but not one is identical to another.

Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, are the easiest days now.  Sonday and Monday don’t have enough entries and Friday and Saturday are still more difficult but I hope that before the next six weeks have passed to find that those are the best days.

Yet for all that, I don’t want this record to become mere habit.  A habit, yes, but not just a habit.  I want it to be instinctual to look for God’s hand in daily life but I don’t want to write things down simply because that’s what I always do.  I want this exercise to be part of my heart, not just my head.

Some days, I find myself recording things that are not blessings to me specifically, but to others.  Things that have happened that have encouraged others.  It makes me more aware of others, this being thankful for God’s blessing on them.  And that is something that we should be counting on.  “Rejoice with those who rejoice” we are told in Romans, so I shall.  I don’t think I’d ever taken the time to consider blessings on others as something to thank God for.  At least not the “little” blessings.  “Big” blessings, like a new baby, or recovery from illness—those are easily remembered.  But the “little” ones, like feeling useful when planning an event or getting off from work sooner than expected—I hadn’t thought to thank God on someone else’s behalf for such things.

The “little” versus “big” things has been something I’ve been more aware of too.  We—I—don’t mind thanking God for the “big” things, as it were.  But I forget about the “little” things.  The “daily bread” as it were.  A life full of gratefulness goes beyond rejoicing over a significant gift.  It is recognizing and acting as though each and everything that happens during the day—indeed the day itself!—is a grand gift.

Because it is.

We don’t deserve anything but death and destruction.  Those who ask how God could possibly be good when there is so much evil in the world fail to consider that if God were not good, then the very fact that good things happen should be what is marveled at, not the presence of evil. 

The Great God of the universe gave us life.  We betrayed Him. 

He gave us hope in the stories of a kingdom where we would be with Him again.  We ignored it.

He gave us Love in the form of His only begotten Son.  We killed Him.

And yet He raised His Son and turned again and offered us life and hope and love.

Day by day, He reaches out and plucks people from the depths of sin, be it that which even the world considers depraved or the deceitful traps of pride and sloth.  Day by day, He restrains His righteous wrath and indignation and withholds justice on those who defy Him, showing instead mercy, grace, and kindness.  Day by day, we are not destroyed but are given the wonder of creation, the joy of human affection, and the chance to honor the true Gift-Giver for His bounty.  Day by day, the world turns its back on God and even we, His children, neglect to give Him the honor due His name.

We have been given great gifts.  Jesus Christ.  Salvation.  Sanctification.  Creation.  Eternal Hope.  Unfailing Love.  Abundant Grace.  Rich Mercy.  Full Joy.  True Peace.

Let us not waste them or take them for granted.

To the King of Grace, the Living Hope, be thanks and honor and glory forever from my heart and mouth.

Growing Purposeful Thankfulness

Over last December, I saw many people posting “30 days of thanks” type statuses on their Facebook pages.  Most of them started right after Thanksgiving and continued up to Christmas.  “That’s a good idea,” I thought.  “But I don’t want to just do what everyone else is doing.  I should try something different.”  So I decided that I would start keeping a journal in which I would record every day for the entire year, something during the day for which I was thankful or which brought my attention to God’s glory.  Then I thought “Why only one thing?  Why not more?” and the project morphed into writing a steadily greater number of things each day.  One thing on the first day of the week, two things on the second day, three things on the third, and so on until I’m recording seven things on the seventh day of the week.  “That shouldn’t be too difficult,” I thought.

I was right.

And I was wrong.

I’ve completed my first week and it was definitely different from what I expected.  The first few days were easy.  After all, I only had to remember one or two things throughout the day.  By Wednesday, I was scratching my head.  By Saturday, I had to sit and think for a while before I could get all seven without repeating myself from earlier in the week.  It wasn’t that I am not abundantly blessed by God, but rather than I wasn’t paying enough attention during the day to notice the little gifts He gave minute by minute.  I have to be ever so much more purposeful in my daily actions and thoughts in order to keep up with what I want to do.

And therein lies my problem.  Purposefulness.  Or rather, a lack thereof.  Since I came back from Denton, I really haven’t known what to do with myself.  What am I supposed to be doing?  What is my task?  Why does God have me here and not there?  Yes, there is the Awana ministry and tennis team that I’m working with—but I’ve done those for years and am part of them because I can’t imagine not being involved, not because of any particularly strong calling in that area. 

Because of this uncertainty, I’ve drifted about, not really committing to anything, not getting too deeply involved.  But that kind of life is truly only half a life.  I need to fully engage, not just in my thankfulness, but in daily life.  Yet I don’t know how.  Or where.  My prayer is that God will reveal His purpose for me to me so I can follow.

But until then, I’ll count my blessings and keep trudging through this desert.  After all, the Fountain of Living Water is with me and I’ll never go thirsty.

Thankful list:

1. Fun co-workers while at Horn Creek
2. The chance to spend a week in the mountains away from the pressures of daily life and the distractions of computers and the internet
3. Clean bathrooms.  Especially the fact that I only have to help clean one at home
4. A dad who deliberately chooses to seek God and lead his family after Him
5. Sleep and rest.  A time of renewal and relaxation
6. Clean clothes that still smell fresh from laundering
7. The chance to spend some time with my dad early in the morning with no distractions
8. The Gift of God, Jesus Christ, who gave Himself for us
9. A room of my own to play and to study in without distractions
10. Brothers who desire to seek after God even from their youth
11. Cold, crisp mornings to walk in
12. Hot showers (to warm up after that walk)
13. A beautiful day to admire and revel in—given despite my sin
14. Discussing and explaining stories with my littlest brother
15. The ability to type fast and serve Dad by preparing documents for him
16. A job.  Even if its not the one I would choose for myself, I’m glad to have source of income again
17. Technology!  Particularly in the form of my new Kindle
18. Ripe apples and the delightful crunch they make
19. God-fearing young men in sports who boldly proclaim Christ as their Savior
20. Friends and family watching football together
21. The mind and ability to decorate our house
22. A new purse that fits everything in it easily.  Plus some
23. A mom who cares enough about my spiritual well-being to challenge my apathy
24. Laughter with my family at silly things said around the supper table (Ex: “My tongue should be bulging with muscle.  It’s hard to clean your teeth out with braces.”)
25. Thick blankets to snuggle under on a cold night
26. Glasses and contacts that bring the world into focus so I can see
27. A God—THE God—who never stops loving me even when I am a lazy fool and to not truly seek Him with my whole heart
28. A car that does all I ever wanted and looks cool (to me)

Huh, I as I typed that list, I realized how frequently “no distractions” featured early on.  I think I’ve been distracting myself from the important things—like the study of God’s Word—without even realizing it until those distractions were no longer in place.  Something to consider.

I think I’ll have to consciously use this blog as motivation to be more purposeful.  After all, it’s easy to write in a journal that no one sees.  But everyone can see if I’ve updated this recently or not.  J