The kids and I met my mom
after our home school co-op today
and we all went to eat lunch at the Mexican restaurant
(the one where everybody knows our names).
Now I smell like Mexican food.
Ever notice how that clings to you?
I don't think any other type of restaurant does that.
You don't come out of The Olive Garden
smelling like a big bowl of salad.
Or marinara sauce.
You don't smell like a well roasted cow
after eating at your favorite steak house.
Why is it that the Mexican restaurants
just infuse you with their smell?
after our home school co-op today
and we all went to eat lunch at the Mexican restaurant
(the one where everybody knows our names).
Now I smell like Mexican food.
Ever notice how that clings to you?
I don't think any other type of restaurant does that.
You don't come out of The Olive Garden
smelling like a big bowl of salad.
Or marinara sauce.
You don't smell like a well roasted cow
after eating at your favorite steak house.
Why is it that the Mexican restaurants
just infuse you with their smell?
My heart is just heavy for a couple of people right now.
I know we all have problems. We all do. That's life, isn't it?
Everybody and their brother seems to have
the flu or strep right now.
We have the big stink.
You have your stuff.
We all have it.
But I am thinking of two specifically bad cases right now.
One is a distant relative of mine, a little seven year old girl
who was diagnosed in the fall with leukemia.
She's not doing well.
In fact, it is looking like the end is drawing near.
She's has been a trooper and such a witness of God's grace.
But it's not looking good. And her parents are having
a very hard time right now---which is totally
understandable. Every time I think of her, I realize
that she's the same age as Big E. My heart just goes
out to her. Her name is Samantha; pray for her if you will.
Pray that she won't be scared.
Pray for her parents.
The other situation is one I just learned of today.
A friend of mine at our home school co-op
just found out yesterday that her husband has
colon cancer. They are still waiting to find out how
extensive it is, how far it has spread already.
I talked with her and briefly with the husband. They are
kind of in that dazed state--like they've just been hit
in the face with a 2x4 and they're stumbling around,
trying to find their bearings. But they are strong
Christians and already trusting God with their future
(as they were before this news).
But I was just thinking of how things can change
with one phone call, one piece of news.
Your priorities can completely realign.
You see suddenly what really is important.
There are just people with broken hearts
and burdens all around.
And those who do not have A Savior,
a hope for their future,
man, I don't know how they
make it through the day.
I really don't know.
"No storm can shake my inmost calm"
is a line from Robert Lowry's How Can I Keep From Singing?
Someone posted a verse from that on Facebook yesterday.
I hadn't thought of that old song in a long time.
But that one line always jumps out at me,
every time I hear that song.
"No storm can shake my inmost calm."
Isn't that a lovely way to speak of that
peace which passes all understanding?
I know we all have problems. We all do. That's life, isn't it?
Everybody and their brother seems to have
the flu or strep right now.
We have the big stink.
You have your stuff.
We all have it.
But I am thinking of two specifically bad cases right now.
One is a distant relative of mine, a little seven year old girl
who was diagnosed in the fall with leukemia.
She's not doing well.
In fact, it is looking like the end is drawing near.
She's has been a trooper and such a witness of God's grace.
But it's not looking good. And her parents are having
a very hard time right now---which is totally
understandable. Every time I think of her, I realize
that she's the same age as Big E. My heart just goes
out to her. Her name is Samantha; pray for her if you will.
Pray that she won't be scared.
Pray for her parents.
The other situation is one I just learned of today.
A friend of mine at our home school co-op
just found out yesterday that her husband has
colon cancer. They are still waiting to find out how
extensive it is, how far it has spread already.
I talked with her and briefly with the husband. They are
kind of in that dazed state--like they've just been hit
in the face with a 2x4 and they're stumbling around,
trying to find their bearings. But they are strong
Christians and already trusting God with their future
(as they were before this news).
But I was just thinking of how things can change
with one phone call, one piece of news.
Your priorities can completely realign.
You see suddenly what really is important.
There are just people with broken hearts
and burdens all around.
And those who do not have A Savior,
a hope for their future,
man, I don't know how they
make it through the day.
I really don't know.
"No storm can shake my inmost calm"
is a line from Robert Lowry's How Can I Keep From Singing?
Someone posted a verse from that on Facebook yesterday.
I hadn't thought of that old song in a long time.
But that one line always jumps out at me,
every time I hear that song.
"No storm can shake my inmost calm."
Isn't that a lovely way to speak of that
peace which passes all understanding?
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3 comments:
I don't think I have heard that song. I'll have to look it up. I was talking with my neighbor earlier. They have had struggles in their life recently. I feel bad because I didn't even know about it. I had wanted to reach out more to them since they moved there. I don't know if they are Christians or not. I, like you, do not know how others make it without Him. I'll be praying for those you mentioned.
Oh yes, I agree. Bell, please know that we are praying. I'm so thankful that God had mercy on me and has given me that peace. We have so much to be thankful for.
You're right. We all have something to happen that changes everything. When we set our particular situation beside the two you mentioned, ours seems much smaller somehow. Thanks for helping me to put things in perspective. LYMI
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