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In His Words, Conclusion

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Nate's letter to NelsonThe last two blogs have quoted from a letter written by Nate to Nelson in which he summarized his life, including successes and failures. The letter must have been difficult to write, as he was entrusting his grown son with confidential information he hadn’t previously shared with anyone.

My guess is that Nate was doing what all parents hope to do: passing along the valuable lessons he’d learned in the School of Hard Knocks. The letter still ministers to me, because he was willing to share such intimate detail about his failures and their consequences. We all know failure can be life’s footpath to success, but it isn’t easy to expose your heart to this depth of honesty.

Below is the conclusion to his 5 page letter as he tries to answer the question of what the Lord wants from him as a Christian man:

What does Jesus want me to devote my energies to?

Hating those who wronged me? Or seeking His guidance and working for Him and my family? As Christian men, we know the answer. In our “struggle against sin,” we take encouragement that the Lord disciplines those He loves. 

Now, when I practice law, I think of the heavenly reason why I do it. That is my “race.” Not my choice, but my “race.” There are missteps and down days, but the purpose is sure.  

Paul struggled with sin as all Christian men do. (Romans 7:7-25). Christ rescues us from sin. Service to others is paramount (1 Corinthians 16:15-18). We live as children of light (Ephesians 4:17-32) 

I share the details of my life with you so you can see the human difficulty of trying to live a Christ-centered life – we cannot do it alone. We must rely on Him every day. If we don’t, we all stray. We read His word and pray, or we lose to the world. 

Love, Papa

The pain of Nate’s struggle is evident in his words. Thankfully, he recognized the removal of his “fortunes” as God’s discipline after he had become too enamored with money. He also realized the Lord was disciplining him out of a heart of love.

I well remember the angst of those days of business failure and despair. Reading Nate’s letter, especially as he reveals his change of heart, brings encouragement to me today. It’s heartening to realize that through all the upheaval, Nate felt loved by God.

Maybe his words will lift another who is currently fighting a money battle, wondering where the Lord’s rescue might be. Although God did rescue Nate (on this earth), it had nothing to do with restoring the money he’d lost but everything to do with changing his heart.

“Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.” (Psalm 91:14)

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Just tell me!

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Once in a while Jack will walk up to me and quietly whine. If he’s been walked and fed, I’m not sure what he wants and wish he could just tell me in words, so I could help him.

Little children have a similar problem. They’re born with needs and opinions but can’t talk for a couple of long years. Parents are left to interpret the different nuances of their cries and behavior, hoping they’ll understand.

The first fiveBack when we had the first 5 of our 9 grandchildren visiting, all of them were sick at once. When they didn’t feel good, they’d whimper and cry, but 4 of the 5 (ages 1, 10 months, 7 months, and 7 months) didn’t have words to report what they were feeling. Sore throat? Clogged sinuses? Tummy ache? Headache? We could only guess.

During those weeks, there were several other reasons we wished our little ones had words: important items began disappearing. One day a baby monitor we’d used in the morning was nowhere to be found by afternoon. About the size of a cordless phone but white and with an antenna, it should have been easy to find.

Baby monitor setAll of us hunted with diligence, becoming increasingly frustrated not to find it. A day of searching went by and then two. We even prayed about it, not so much for the intense need of the monitor as to know where it went. “Lord, you see it right now. Won’t you show us?”

We asked our small fry, too, but of course they couldn’t tell us. After several days, we could only conclude it had gone into a local landfill by way of our trash.

Why didn’t God answer our prayer and show us the monitor? It would have been so easy for him. I find this exasperating yet symbolic of many unanswered prayers. We say, “Just tell me, Lord!” and he refuses.

Why? Maybe he wants us to:

  • practice waiting
  • increase in patience
  • learn to be more careful next time
  • learn to handle frustration
  • order our priorities
  • find humor in the situation

Apparently our family needed to learn those things, because we never found the monitor…

…until 3 months had passed.

Monitor in the middleWhile cleaning out the candle cabinet (a child-high, double-door cupboard), there it was. Little hands had hidden it in the back. Maybe we’d finally learned our lessons after all.

And interestingly, God didn’t use any words to answer our prayer.

“ ‘Can anyone [or anything] hide from me in a secret place? Am I not everywhere in all the heavens and earth?’ says the Lord.” (Jeremiah 23:24)

Praising and Praying with Mary

No chemo tomorrow, Labor Day, but please pray medical personnel will find a good vein on Tuesday for infusion #13.

Crystal Clear

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Jack's bowlsSome would say our dog Jack is spoiled. After all, he eats and drinks out of crystal bowls.

Well, not quite. Though that’s what it looks like, the truth is far from it. Years ago, Nate was running an errand to Ace Hardware to copy a key. When he returned, he came in all excited, calling for me.

“I bought you something!” he said, with a big smile. Handing me a heavy brown bag, he said, “You’re gonna love these.”

I couldn’t imagine what might come from Ace that I would love, but inside, wrapped in multiple plastic bags, were four giant glass bowls. It was one of those moments when I knew I should say something enthusiastic, but I was dumbfounded. Four huge identical bowls? Where would I store them? How would I use so many? What about the bowls I already had?

Nate saw my confusion. “Glass bowls! You love glass!”

Still fishing for words, I said, “Wow.”

He nodded and continued. “And you wouldn’t believe the price! Two bucks each! If they’d had any more, I’d have bought ‘em all!”

Grateful to receive 4 bowls instead of 24, I finally found something to say. “Thanks so much!”

The bowls ended up stored in a stack on the dining room floor, since the cabinets were already full. Nate loved seeing them there, because they prompted him to tell dinner guests about his fabulous find. Gradually I gained appreciation for the bowls, because of the thoughtfulness behind them.

When we moved to Michigan with the 4 bowls, we were squeezing two houses worth of stuff into one and had a bowl-crisis for sure. I asked every visitor, “Want a pressed glass bowl?” For nearly a year there were no takers, though eventually one did go to a new home. In the end, though, Jack ended up with 2 of them.

Now, whenever I fill Jack’s bowls, I’m thankful I didn’t say what I was thinking when Nate first presented them. The fact that I held back, though, had nothing to do with me and everything to do with God’s answer to a long-standing prayer.

Closed mouthI’ve often asked the Lord to stop me from saying wrong things. He’s done it again and again, sealing my lips in the nick of time. The day Nate gave me the bowls, it was God (not me) who kept me from blurting out something hurtful. Had I voiced my thoughts back then, today I would feel awful every time I fed the dog.

Proverbs 17:28 says, “Even a fool is thought wise if ‘she’ keeps silent.” So when I’m thinking like a fool as I was on bowl-gift-day, silence was God’s direct answer to my prayers.

And that’s crystal clear.

“Set a guard over my mouth, O Lord; keep watch over the door of my lips.” (Psalm 141:3)