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I have been thinking lately about fear. It seems to be all around- everywhere I look, I see it, and even at times it rises, in me. And seeing all this fearfulness makes me sad. Sad because I know it isn’t the way our heavenly father wanted this world to be. In 2 Timothy 1:7, Paul writes these important words to Timothy, For God has not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.
In many parts of the world, open-air markets are still the primary way grain is sold. An honest and generous merchant will take a basket, pour some grain into it, and press it down to make room for more. He will shake the basket from side to side to help all the tiny grains fill in any air pockets. And, then he will press it down some more, adding grain as he goes.
Perhaps, if you are like me, you have had some “jobs” that have felt so interesting you loved them and others you wondered if you would survive the monotony of them. Sometimes we find ourselves just plodding along doing the same tasks over and over, forgetting the eternal significance of our lives, but God’s Word reminds us that no matter our work, we can do the smallest task for Him.
The first few weeks living in Paris were so cold, but it was January, after all. Even the heat could not keep up with the freezing temperatures outside. I was so thankful for my new friend. I had never met Carrie in person, but we had been communicating by email for several months. Carrie had offered to take me around Paris; what a blessing was. She took me on the metro and showed me “the ropes” by giving me lessons on reading the metro maps and buying tickets, and then she warned me about pickpockets.
I had the pleasure of teaching in the public high school my children attended. Being in the same school had many positives, and maybe my kiddos would say there were a few negatives, too. One positive for my kids was that they had an advocate whose name carried some weight, particularly when they were late for class. They knew that their teacher would not question a hall pass signed by me. When they were late for some reason, they would make their way to my classroom and ask for a hall-pass. Being their mom made me want to have mercy on them. It didn’t take long for their friends to come asking for hall passes signed by me, too. I never had a teacher question a hall pass with my name on it in all the years I taught. You see, my name on the pass held a specific power.
It was all that downhill skiing as a kid that did my knee in, and now that I am older, I am certainly feeling the effect. Even taking a walk can be painful. I have found myself hobbling to avoid the pain of a knee. There is one big problem with hobbling, and that is that it makes other joints hurt as I compensate for the weak knee. Hobbling isn’t the way it should be, and it isn’t much fun either!
If “wimp-to-warrior” was a scale measuring your spiritual life, zero being wimpy and ten being the ultimate warrior- where would your spiritual life fall on the scale?
Perseverance seems to come naturally to some. My young grandson, Jack, is an example of someone who has a natural bent towards persevering. Jack turned six this past week and was excited to get his very own brand-new two-wheeler. He jumped onto that bike and rode without any hesitation (or training wheels.) Whether learning to read or mastering rollerblades, Jack has an “I can do it” kind of mindset, and it has served him well in life so far. His perspective is one of enduring no matter how difficult the task.
During our most recent visit, I experienced a new treat, yeasted pancakes- oh my! It may be that the pancakes tasted so good since it had been a year or more since I had tasted syrup, or it may have been the way the generously sized pancakes were prepared in a little bit of oil, which made their outer layer a bit crispy. But whatever it was, they were delightful, and the mere thought of them as I write is calling me to return to the little café for another stack.