We have become a society of sensationalism!
We are easily bored and distracted.
We are constantly waiting for the rush of a climactic end
that we miss the subtleties in the process which has the ability to alter our lives.
Take magic tricks for example.
The card with the bus drivers signature, who signed it right in front of you is found on top of the Eiffel Tower in France…”Big deal, seen that one before. Do something even better!”
Take the X-games as another example.
A quadroooople back flip, launched off a mile high ramp over alligators, glass, and hot lava…landing it by ending with a kick flip…”Ho Hummmm, Do something more exciting. Didn’t we see that last year!”
What about special effects with movies,
So the first recorded miracle of Jesus Christ could actually be considered the “sleeper miracle.”
“Water to wine? Big Deal! Can’t we buy something now at Wallmart that does that for us…”
Perhaps at the moment it brought a thrill for those who witnessed it, but reading it now is…well…
But wait. Aren’t we told even from Christ himself: “But blessed are your eyes, for they see: and your ears, for they hear. Matt. 13:16 (King James Version)
Do we miss stuff in the scriptures, by waiting for the thrill, keeping our eyes and ears focused so much on the grand finale that we miss parts of the process where perhaps the deeper learning lies.
I stayed a little longer at that long ago wedding feast thinking about this first miracle wanting to see and hear more…
I almost missed that the very first public miracle performed was Jesus Christ serving who?
Not the wedding guests…
AND although we barely even heard tid-bits about Jesus’s childhood except for that short twelve year old incident, something happened to Mary over those years regarding her son. Something powerful and precious. She believed in Him! I believe that is what instigated this miracle. Not that the guests were thirsty!
Mary knew Jesus had the ability to fix this problem and she had confidence in that belief. Confidence in her son!
From her words to the servants, “Whatsover he saith unto you, do it.” (verse 5)
Jesus’s response to her plea to help in this need seems harsh for our time. “Woman, what have I to do with thee? mine hour is not yet come.” But according to the time, the term “Woman” was an endeared word for the respect and honor of one so special as a mother.
And I wonder, in that quick moment that Jesus Christ’s message to us about this first miracle was not just the phenomenon that water was turned right before their eyes into wine for only those disciples to witness, but it was a confidence confirmed between a mother who loved and honored her son to begin what he came to do.
I know it is time Jesus…
I believe in you.
It was then He began his ministry.
“This beginning of miracles did Jesus in Cana of Galilee, and manifested forth his glory; and his disciples believed on him.” (verse 11)
But before He did, there was a mom who proved her confidence in Him…
From her own words:
“Whatsover he saith unto you, do it.”
Magazine’s, home networks, and electronic sites
encourage us to
declutter, tear down the old, refresh, reorganize…
It is good to do those things.
it feels like your life
is being peeled and scraped off walls
and all the little pieces are put
in the garbage can.
It is strange
that the first photos
sent out of my childhood home
being torn apart
to get ready to
sell is of
my childhood room.
The room that stayed the same…
so all the little children who ever entered
our family home
would have a “toy place.”
Looking at this picture makes me tender!
This paper knows all my secrets–knows me as me.
I was first put in my crib right there with those new butterflies to look at.
My parents kissed me goodnight every single night right there.
I learned to pray kneeling beside my bed there by a yellow bed spread.
I played dress up and lined my bed with all my dolls and stuffed animals right there.
I watch the sun rise through my window and would catch the rays in the dust while lying in my bed next to the white sheen wall paper, with my white doggy, Joey warming my feet, and day dreaming of all things a young girl wishes at different stages of her life…right there.
I heard through that very wall, lined with blue stripes, the last breathes of my mother, barely one year ago as I said good-bye for the last time…
Refreshing is good.
I am sure the freshly painted white walls will look very clean and nice.
And someone soon will walk in that freshly painted space and look all around and make some comment about using it for a gym, or office and not have a clue the spirit and life that grew up in those walls
in that tiny little room!
The garbage truck just pulled away with junk and paper inside…can you hear it.
It is gone!
More letting go…
I will keep inside forever.
The most breath taking creations
often are inspired by
love and tragedy.
Read about this beautiful
act of love
every Monday morning
and now shared over the world.
If you want to be included in this act of love which continues each Monday,
go the website and receive an electronic version every week,
of the heart created for Madelene.
(The book is called Monday Hearts for Madalene by Page Hodel)
One year ago today I walked a message in the snow to my mother who had stepped into heaven only a few short hours earlier. I felt bitterly cold to the core, silent, lonely, and empty…
Exactly one year later, in the exact spot, a new warmth emerged…
My parents are together!
They are happy.
They are watching over me and my family.
Even when I peeked out the window at midnight
and could still see them waving, watching, and smiling,
I couldn’t help but hold on to–that hope!
It made me smile.
It made me feel connected to them.
I guess angels DO come in all shapes and sizes.
I miss them.
But that is because they taught me about LOVE.
I hate those yukky sick days.
We’ve had some lately!
they are awful,
and sooooooooooo inconvenient
I love what happens inspite of
Life changes in one second!
You cut straight through the
(pardon my naughty word)
Priorities which felt sooo
with such passion,
some just float away!
to the very core
Our modern-ness has evolved with huge human flaws.
We do not NEED each other!
To need someone in the twenty first century
is viewed as a giant sign of weakness.
you vomit and get the runs down south.
Until you spike a fever
or pull out your back…
and still want
and your own pillow,
and a bowl of hot soup.
We humans DO need each other.
the orange vomit bowl,
and a virus
to remind me
about such holy
and precious things
surround me every day.
Sitting on the couch,
Family Feud or
Thomas the Tank Engine,
nothing else mattering,
what is right there–
Spending time doing nothing but
helping each other
That is why I love yukky sick days!