Living Life in a Fish Bowl!

Gloria’s take on life.

waiting 7 of 7

Today I want to look at Paul and Silas in Acts 16. A woman was following them shouting at them. I find it interesting that she was speaking the truth but in time it got on Paul’s nerves, so he addresses the spirit that was controlling the girl and cast it out.

Her owner seized Paul and Silas and brought them before the authorities. The crowd joined in the attack. They were stripped and beaten. Finally they were thrown into prison.

Now stop a moment and think of what you would be thinking if this had happened to you. ? It certainly seems like an unjust punishment. Sometimes in our lives we must endure what seems like an unjust set of circumstances.

What were Paul and Silas doing while they waited in the dungeon? Were they rehashing what had happened? Were they wallowing in self-pity? Were they letting anger control them?

v. 25 “About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the other prisoners were listening to them.”

They were singing. At the midnight hour, God gave them a song in their heart to sing. At your midnight hour, God will give you a song too. Open your mouth and start singing.

While I’m waiting, I will praise You!

til next time

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March 17, 2018 Posted by | Pastor's wife, spiritual reflections, Woman Pastor | , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

dirt therapy

Dirt therapy how I have missed you!  I may be sore in the morning.  Who am I kidding?  I am sore now but, oh so grateful I can finally handle it!!  I managed to only get one thorn stuck in my thumb.  Success!dirt therapy

Landscaping is nice IF you keep up with it or you have a gardener that will take care of it for you.

Last year I was physically unable to do much yard work.  The very little that I did was quite painful.   If you were to have watched me today, you might have thought it was painful still.  My knee and foot demanded that I slowly ease myself to the ground.  Getting up made me giggle as I thought about how it must look. It didn’t stop me.

hostas look so good in springThe tiger lilies have finally filled in and now we have a nice camouflaged dog kennel.

pine tree and tiger lillies

                what dog kennel?

Once again a bird  has built her nest in the pine tree.  This time outside the kennel fencing.

momma bird

I love working in the dirt. It reminds me of my dad.  It also gives me plenty of meditation time. (I think that is why my dad liked it too.)

Another huge reason I enjoy gardening is that you see results. I can stand back and see the difference. Sure I will have to weed it again but at this moment it is mighty fine!!dirt therapy

So much of my life does not have immediate results.

If I am not meditating then I tend to break out into song.

“You and I were made to worship.  You and I were called to love.  You and I are forgiven and free.  When you and I embrace surrender, when you and I choose to believe, then you and I will see who we were meant to be.  Even the rocks cry out.  Even the heavens shout at the sound of Your holy name…..” 

I giggled again as I thought about whether or not singing is the same as talking to yourself?  Then I decided I wasn’t singing to myself.    I had an audience – Jesus.

patioOf course I have daisies.

daisy

This year my husband put in the vegetable garden for me while I was at a meeting.  My hero!

peas and beans are peekingAlways a reminder of my step-dad.  He brought these all the way from MN.  They sure multiply quickly.

columbinesThe sound of running water makes my gardens complete.

fountain

Dirt therapy — give it a try.

til next time

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May 23, 2015 Posted by | just thinking about stuff, living in a fish bowl, ministry | , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

make my life……

When piano lessons were not an option for me, I taught myself.  Yes, it is possible.   We had a piano in our living room and my sister’s old lessons books were inside the bench just waiting for me to open them.    It also helped that I took cornet lessons in school and that my desire to play was very strong.

Little did I know then that playing piano would be such a huge part of my adult life.  My goal was to accompany our high school choir.   My senior year that goal was reached.   These days my goal is to encourage others.

pianoAs a worship leader, I am grateful that I can play the piano.  However, church is not the only time I play the piano.

For me, sitting down at the piano has been instrumental (pun intended) in dealing with potentially overwhelming situations.   When it seems that a vice grip is tightening around my heart, one of the ways that I successfully deal with that stress is by playing the piano.   I play for  an audience of One.  It is just God and me.   At first, maybe all I can do is play but as time goes on, I find my voice and I proclaim again my love  to the One who first loved me.

I find my voice and I sing ….. Make my life a prayer to You.  I want to do what You want me to.   No empty words and no white lies, no token prayers, no compromise……I want to thank You now for being patient with me.  It’s so hard to see when my eyes are on me.    (written by Melody Green)

I can’t even count the number of times over the years that I have poured out my heart to God while singing this song.  It has helped me through the death of my father, heartbreak, dying to self so I could live for Christ, chronic pain, disillusionment with some bible school professors,  ministry heartache,  and most recently my mother’s death.  Each situation was different, but the truth of this  song was my heart’s cry.

This last heartache was as close to unbearable as it gets.   As if dementia wasn’t enough, since mom’s  fall in August, it has been a whirlwind of agonizing decisions and sadness.  Every girl needs her momma.  Yet, dealing with death is  a part of life.  So  I sing:

“I want to thank You now for being patient with me.  It’s so hard to see when my eyes are on me……….You’re coming again.  Coming to take me away.”

til next time

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February 28, 2014 Posted by | living in a fish bowl, spiritual reflections | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments