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Power

             Summon your might, O God. Display your power, O God, as you have in the past. (Psalm 68:28, New Living Translation)

One day Jesus called together his twelve disciples and gave them power and authority to cast out all demons and to heal all diseases. (Luke 9:1, New Living Translation)  

For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind. (2 Timothy 1:7, New King James Version)

The word power can have several different meanings. And even though it is used in various contexts throughout the Bible, when we associate the word power with God, we think of Him as being mighty and all-powerful, able to move mountains and stop the rivers from flowing.

But here’s the thing, even with all that power, God sent His Son to earth in the form of a powerless baby. Then, as a grown man, instead of using his power to defeat armies and rule the world, Jesus used his power to perform miracles – healing the sick, giving sight to the blind, calming the storm.

As his life came full circle, he once again appeared powerless as he hung on the cross, dying. But, then, he rose from the dead on the third day, defeating our sin. One day he will return, victorious and powerful over all. 

And again, Isaiah says, “The Root of Jesse will spring up, one who will arise to rule over the nations; in him the Gentiles will hope.” May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. ( Romans 15:12-13, New International Version)

Peace

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid. (John 14:27, Revised Standard Version)

I’m not going to lie – it was a rough week at work. This chick is getting too old to learn yet another computer system. But I made it to Friday. Woot, woot! Three-day weekend. The kitchen remodel is going okay, and the guys won’t be coming over today. I can get some cleaning done and still have time for peace and quiet.

Peace is sometimes hard to find in this crazy, messed-up world. We feel we are running in circles and going nowhere. But we will always have the peace of our Lord and Savior.

For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Of the greatness of his government and peace there will be no end. He will reign on David’s throne and over his kingdom, establishing and upholding it with justice and righteousness from that time on and forever. The zeal of the LORD Almighty will accomplish this. (Isaiah 9:6-7, New International Version)

Thinking of the birth of the baby Jesus, I forgot to mention something on Wednesday’s blog about pain. I didn’t count the number of Bible verses with the word pain in them, but I did notice that many – at least half, I’d say – were about the pain of labor and childbirth. We always picture Mary laying peacefully in the stable with her newborn Baby, but did she experience the pain that the rest of us women did when we had our babies? Or did God spare her from that? Just wondering. 

Pain

Why is there no end to my pain? And why will my hurt not be healed? Will You be to me like a river that flows with water some of the time and is dry at other times? (Jeremiah 15:18, New Life Version)

We’ve all dealt with our share of pain. If you’ve followed this blog for a while, you may recall my kidney stone, bursitis, and broken foot.

But physical pain isn’t all we deal with. Over the last two years, we’ve all faced emotional pain as we’ve watched loved ones suffer and die in this pandemic. We’ve had concerns about our government and the environment, as well as fears from escalating violence. Some days, it’s a struggle to find anything to smile about.

For me, most recently, it’s been mental pain, as our clinic has transitioned to a new electronic health record. I just cannot cram any more information into my head. When I had a massage last Friday, I asked my therapist if there was any way to massage my brain; that’s the muscle with the most tension right now.

But why write about all these pains now, when we should be celebrating the upcoming joyous season of Christmas? Because we need to remember the reason for this season. If Jesus hadn’t come to this earth as a helpless baby all those centuries ago, we would feel every one of those pains with so much more intensity. We would only have despair and hopelessness. Instead we can look to Christ’s second coming and the time when all our pains will be erased.  

He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever. (Revelation 21:4, New Living Translation)

Another pain I experienced this week – more work had to be done in our bathroom to fix this problem. But God has even got those kinds of pains taken care of. 

Promises

 “The days are coming,” declares the Lord, “when I will fulfill the good promise I made to the people of Israel and Judah. In those days and at that time I will make a righteous Branch sprout from David’s line; he will do what is just and right in the land. In those days Judah will be saved and Jerusalem will live in safety. This is the name by which it will be called: The Lord Our Righteous Savior.” (Jeremiah 33:14-16, New International Version)

The Old Testament is filled with prophecy, predictions and promises. Many of them pointing to the Savior which God planned to provide. (Is that too many P’s? Probably, but I’ve decided that this month I would write about words beginning with a P.)

There are 17 prophetic books in the Old Testament. The prophets writing these books warned people of that time that they needed to repent of their sins and turn their lives over to God. They also wanted to share a message of hope by letting these sinners know that God was sending Someone who was going to bail them out. 

Our weatherman promised us a winter storm today. Looks like one of his predictions is actually happening. Good thing that all of God’s promises always come true.

Thank You, Heavenly Father, for sending Your One and Only Son to save us all from our sins and allow us to have eternal life with you. Amen. 

Preparing

      Therefore the Lord himself will give you a sign: The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and will call him Immanuel. Isaiah 7:14

Back in April, when our contractor gave us the dates for when he could remodel our kitchen and bathroom, I first said “no, we can wait until the first of the year”. As much as I wanted to get this project done, I did not want my house torn apart just before Christmas. I wanted to spend the month of December putting up Christmas decorations all throughout the house and sitting back, enjoying them.

Instead, here I am, with every room in the house in utter chaos. I never realized how much stuff is in the kitchen and bathroom, all of which needs to go somewhere else for the next couple of weeks. A fine dust has also already permeated all surfaces.

But no matter what is going on around me right now, I know it will be worth it in the end. And just like I prepared my living space for this remodel by emptying the cupboards, we need to prepare to celebrate the birth of Jesus and his return to save us all one day.

Comfort, comfort my people, says your God. Speak tenderly to Jerusalem, and proclaim to her that her hard service has been completed, that her sin has been paid for, that she has received from the LORD’s hand double for all her sins.

A voice of one calling: “In the wilderness prepare the way for the LORD; make straight in the desert a highway for our God. Every valley shall be raised up, every mountain and hill made low; the rough ground shall become level, the rugged places a plain. And the glory of the LORD will be revealed, and all people will see it together. For the mouth of the LORD has spoken.”

A voice says, “Cry out.” And I said, “What shall I cry?”

“All people are like grass, and all their faithfulness is like the flowers of the field. The grass withers and the flowers fall, because the breath of the LORD blows on them. Surely the people are grass. The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever.”

You who bring good news to Zion, go up on a high mountain. You who bring good news to Jerusalem, lift up your voice with a shout, lift it up, do not be afraid; say to the towns of Judah, “Here is your God!” See, the Sovereign LORD comes with power, and he rules with a mighty arm. See, his reward is with him, and his recompense accompanies him. He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young. (Isaiah 40:1-11, New International Version)

 

Ready to Roll

I am really starting to struggle with my December blog posts. And it’s only the first!

Since I started writing this blog, eleven and a half years ago, I’ve often spent the final month of each year on various Christmas themes. Cookies, cards, carols. Special gifts, special people, special traditions. Oh, and the annual Christmas letter!

This year, I really wanted to keep it short and sweet, to the point. Something to remind us why we celebrate this time of year, what it really should be all about.

But I have a lot going on this month. In addition to the usual hecticness, today we start a new electric health record system at work, and just after I post this, our contractor will be coming to our house to begin our kitchen and bathroom remodel.

In anticipation of that last stressor, Hubby and I have been emptying out our kitchen cupboards since the weekend. Our final act was to pull out the silverware and junk drawers. At the very bottom of that cupboard, after pulling out all the drawers, I found this card.

Not exactly sure why I put this hand-written card there all those years ago. We moved into the house in 1990, so you would think that if I was going to plant a memory, it would have been then. Who knows. But I think it’s kind of cool. Maybe that’s why I put it there.

Hopefully, by Friday, I will have my Christmas theme ready to roll. 

(Whoa. After I typed that last word, it dawned on me how that word fits into the events of September 11, 2001. Do you remember?)

Get With It For God

    Shout for joy to God, all the earth! Sing the glory of his name; make his praise glorious. Say to God, “How awesome are your deeds! So great is your power that your enemies cringe before you. All the earth bows down to you; they sing praise to you; they sing the praises of your name.”

Come and see what God has done, his awesome deeds for mankind! He turned the sea into dry land, they passed through the waters on foot — come, let us rejoice in him. He rules forever by his power, his eyes watch the nations — let not the rebellious rise up against him.

Praise our God, all peoples, let the sound of his praise be heard; he has preserved our lives and kept our feet from slipping. For you, God, tested us; you refined us like silver. You brought us into prison and laid burdens on our backs. You let people ride over our heads; we went through fire and water, but you brought us to a place of abundance.

(Psalm 66:1-12, New International Version)

    I wish the Bible message I’ve just shared was shorter. I wish it was about five words – something like “Get with it for God” or “Wake up, God’s got it” or something. I know I could find a Bible verse like that, but I like the one above; God put it on my mind to blog about today.

I hope you read the whole thing and take it to heart. I hope you have turned your life over to God. I pray that you pray to God – just talk to Him – in all your times of need, as well as your times of thanksgiving. I pray that you have accepted His Son Jesus Christ as your Savior.  

I’ve been feeling a sense of urgency. Our country, the whole world, seems to be spiraling out of control, and I fear for all those who are not believers, for those who have turned their backs on God. I wish that God had granted me the ability to speak to these people, to share my testimony with them. But instead, God told me to write. So here I am.  

And I humbly ask that you share God’s word with others as well, in whatever way He has shown you.

God, grant us strength to follow Your path and to spread Your Word to others. Amen

Finding Something to be Thankful For

   2020 was a rough year. Last Christmas, just eleven months ago, we celebrated that the year was almost over, that things were about to change, that 2021 would be better, that it had to be. Last time I tempt fate that way.

I’m not gonna lie – 2021 was horrible! Just like the year before, it was one thing after another. We kept thinking – well, there’s not much else that could go wrong. And then – boom – something else happened.

Yet, looking back, putting aside the injuries, the illnesses, the deaths, the bad news, the national and international scandals, global warming – you name it – I can still find so much to be thankful for. So, so very much.

I hope that this Thanksgiving you can find much to be thankful for as well. That you can find peace and balance in your life. 

That the pieces of life all come together for you in a way that fits for you.

And that you find joy and the ability to laugh.

Thank you for reading these dumb blog posts of mine and thank you for being a friend. 

Sufferings

   Save me, O God, for the floodwaters are up to my neck. Deeper and deeper I sink into the mire; I can’t find a foothold. I am in deep water, and the floods overwhelm me. I am exhausted from crying for help; my throat is parched. My eyes are swollen with weeping, waiting for my God to help me.

I’ve been pretty much free of any COVID symptoms for a week now. I was hoarse and a little congested earlier this week but basically feeling pretty good.

   But I keep praying to you, Lord, hoping this time you will show me favor. In your unfailing love, O God, answer my prayer with your sure salvation. Rescue me from the mud; don’t let me sink any deeper! Save me from those who hate me, and pull me from these deep waters. Don’t let the floods overwhelm me, or the deep waters swallow me, or the pit of death devour me. Answer my prayers, O Lord, for your unfailing love is wonderful. Take care of me, for your mercy is so plentiful. (Psalm 69:13-16, New Living Translation)

I maybe never prayed such a fervent prayer as this one, even when I was at my sickest. But I still prayed, not only for myself, but for my daughter and everyone else who has had to suffer from this illness. Or any other severe illness. Cancer, COPD, Lou Gehrig’s, Alzheimer’s. The list goes on. Yes, we have all suffered with one thing or another. And if not ourselves personally, we have supported our loved ones through their trials.

   I am suffering and in pain. Rescue me, O God, by your saving power. Then I will praise God’s name with singing, and I will honor him with thanksgiving. (Psalm 69:29-30, New Living Translation)

Here’s the funny thing. When I started writing this post, I was thinking more about Thanksgiving coming up this week and wanted to write about that. The Bible verse above is one of the first to come up when I went searching for the word “thanksgiving.” When I read the rest of Psalm 69, I was stunned by how fitting it seems right now. 

   The humble will see their God at work and be glad. Let all who seek God’s help be encouraged. For the Lord hears the cries of the needy; he does not despise his imprisoned people. Praise him, O heaven and earth, the seas and all that move in them. (Psalm 69:22-34, New Living Translation)

Even with all of our trials and all of our sufferings, we still have much to be thankful for. 

 

What's in Alma?

               I really should update you on my COVID-19 journey, but I still have so many other journeys to tell you about. Let’s just say for now, that as I write this, I feel my symptoms have completely cleared. As with all of my travels, I have settled back into my normal life. But since I don’t have any pictures from my illness (as if anyone wants to see those!), you get to see more from my trip to Alma the end of August. 

Sunday morning of that weekend, I took a walk along Hwy 37. 
This summer I did seem to capture multiple flowers on every trip. 
And berries too. 
Wabasha, Minnesota, is just across the Mississippi River from Alma and is known as the Bald Eagle capital. I was pleased with myself that I spotted this one.  But, if you know me at all, you know I have to visit every cemetery I can. Why are they so often situated on hills? 
The Alma Area Museum is in the building which was once the Buffalo County Training School & Teachers College. It had been built in 1902. In 1967, the school was discontinued, and the building was used as the Alma City Hall and Library. In 1982, the city leased it to the Alma Historical Society

Castlerock Museum houses arms and armor, with exhibits that include many time periods in European history. 

 

 

The United Methodist Church in Alma. 

The Tell Church in Tell, which isn't a town at all, only one church and one bar. 

               Wouldn’t you know, I had planned on going back to the Alma area to visit my friend the weekend of October 30. If I had stuck with that plan, I wouldn’t have ended up catching Covid from my daughter. But I guess that's how it goes.