Button-Button

When Mom was a little girl, she played a game called Button-Button. Although there are several versions, most consist of hiding a button in someone’s hand while the “it” person says, “Button-button, who’s got the button?” and tries to find it.

Button spinnerDad talked about using buttons for homemade spinner-toys on strings (whirligigs), and we grew up watching Mom collect every spare button in her button-box, a heavy wooden drawer divided into twenty 3” X 3” sections.

Button boxWe kids loved studying the wide variety of buttons, some of pearl or glass, others of leather or covered with fabric. Mom organized them by color, including silver, gold, and bronze.

Today while babysitting Emerald, I pulled out my small collection of buttons, thinking we might have some fun with them. Immediately she tucked two small ones into her mouth, and it took a graham cracker to convince her to spit them out.

We had fun counting them, sorting them, and organizing them into muffin tins. She also enjoyed dropping them down my shirt and watching them fall out the bottom, simple pleasures with ordinary items.

sink bubblesI’m fairly sure God is in favor of us slowing down enough to enjoy many other simple pleasures: the sparkle of sink bubbles, the ticking of a clock, the scent of a newspaper, the smoothness of a clean counter-top, the sound of the wind. But most of us find ourselves racing through our days at such high speed we miss out on not just these ordinary blessings but also something far more significant.

Charles E. Hummel authored a book titled Tyranny of the Urgent: He wrote:

“Don’t let the urgent take the place of the important in your life. Oh, the urgent will really fight, claw, and scream for attention. It will plead for our time… But the tragedy of it all is this: while you and I were putting out the fires of the urgent (an everyday affair), the important thing was again left in a holding pattern. Unlike the urgent, it patiently and quietly waits for us to realize its significance.”

Button games aren’t that significant, but spending unhurried time with grandchildren (and others) is. And at the top of that list ought to be deliberate time with God. As Mr. Hummel said, “The Important” patiently and quietly waits for us to realize its [His] significance.

Buttons and more buttonsThe picture of God doing this, patiently, quietly waiting for us to notice him on the sidelines, should prompt us to quickly reach for him. Though I’m sure he approved of Emerald’s and my button games today, it might be a good idea for me to place a few of those buttons around the house as reminders of The Important One waiting to spend unhurried time with him.

“O Lord, I know it is not within the power of man to map his life and plan his course — so you correct me, Lord; but please be gentle.” (Jeremiah 10:23-24)

Panic Over Pittsburgh

Most people can count on one hand the moments in their lives when they’ve been terrified, heart-pounding scared, rushed with adrenalin. For me, one of them occurred last weekend.

I was flying home after two exciting weeks in Florida with my daughter’s newly expanded family of six.

???????????????????????????????Though I usually buy non-stop plane tickets, this time the route from Orlando to Chicago included a stop in Pittsburgh. I’d taken time to check Chicago’s wacky weather (not bad at 19 degrees and sunny) but hadn’t checked Pittsburgh.

After an uneventful flight north, our plane began its descent over Pennsylvania and suddenly hit a few rough bumps. The captain came on the intercom, telling us to be sure we were buckled in. “We’re coming into some choppy air,” he said in a calm voice, “and want you to stay safe. By the way, it’s snowing in Pittsburgh at minus-4 degrees.”

Then he instructed the flight attendants to buckle up, too, which seemed well ahead of their usual last-minute sit-downs. “Yes,” the head stewardess said, “tighten your belts. The captain wants to try something new.”

Black cloudsWe laughed at her joke, but the plane’s rocking and creaking continued to escalate. Outside our windows we were wrapped in threatening black clouds, despite it being noontime. I tried to read, but my book wouldn’t hold still, bouncing up and down with force.

As we got closer to the ground, the lurching became more pronounced, and our captain came on again. “Ok, folks,” he said, still talking smoothly, “let’s double-check those seat belts. Pull your straps tight, low on the hips. We’ll be landing in a few minutes.”

I hoped on a runway.

As the plane shuddered violently and jerked every-which-way, I wondered how much more it could take before a wing would snap. Normally I loved take-offs and landings, but this time I found myself replaying the last thing I’d said to each of my children.

“This might be it!” I thought, adrenalin surging.

Staccato reflections darted in and out of my head as my heart pounded. “What a shame for our kids to lose their dad and mom so close together. I hope they know how much I love them.”

Suddenly we got a glimpse of the ground, and it seemed shockingly close. “Jesus, here I come!”

Snowy runwayThe flashing lights at the end of the runway shot beneath us and then boom-BOOM! Our wheels slammed down on a snow- covered runway just a few feet after the pavement began. “Wow!” I thought. “He barely got there!”

Billowing walls of snow surrounded us like a monster wake behind a high speed boat, and we zoomed all the way to the other end of the runway before he could rein in his speed. Passengers applauded, and the flight attendant said, “Welcome to Pittsburgh!”

As my insides began to calm, I thought about a statement Mom frequently made: “Be sure you know your bottom line.”

“Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.” (Romans 10:13)

Music from the Heart

Jeremy and NelsonNelson has a friend who’s a professional song writer. He lives in the Music Capital of the Nation, Nashville, and works daily at his craft. Jeremy (left) also records his music, performing what he’s written on his skillfully-played guitar. He’s a talented guy, and once in a while the music world shows its appreciation by purchasing one of his tunes.

 

 

Isaac's SongToday I bought a song, too, but it wasn’t one of Jeremy’s. The price was right (5 cents) and the writer was someone near and dear to me: granddaughter Skylar.

It all started yesterday when I accompanied her to her weekly home school gathering where each child was expected to make a “presentation” in front of the class.

This weekly exercise helps the students gain confidence in public speaking, even though each one lasts only 2 minutes. The topic was “missionaries”, and Skylar’s speech began with a brief report about her Uncle Nelson’s recent teaching effort in Russia’s Siberia.

But she quickly diverted into her song-writing business and said, “I wrote a song for my new baby brother, and I’ll sing it for you now.”

???????????????????????????????Without so much as a nervous pause, she sang her original song acapella in front of her class and received applause and rave reviews. Although many in her audience have baby siblings at home, none had ever written a song of welcome.

  • Dear Baby.
  • I love you.
  • And I love you more
  • With my whole heart.

When Skylar returned to her chair, her seat partner Sarah wrapped her arms around her in congratulations, and I glanced at the classroom door, half expecting someone to rush in with a bouquet of roses.

God has gifted both Jeremy and Skylar with a love for words and notes and then added the ability to put them together. The rest of us might feel short-changed if it weren’t for the biblical assurance that all of us have been given talents. God endows each of us with skills and capabilities he expects us to share with others. Sometimes these are lifelong gifts and other times are given just temporarily, for specific short-term use.

When I study my 7 grown children, I can point out special aptitudes in each of them that have been put there by God. This isn’t surprising, since every person is a one-on-one creation, no two exactly alike.

Surely the Lord delights in combining different bents and proficiencies within people (just as he does with physical features), then excitedly waiting to see what we’ll do with them. If we use them just to please ourselves, we’ll miss out on a big blessing, but if we share for another’s benefit, God will be pleased. He may even give us additional talents.

Midgee's SongTonight Skylar approached me with another musical piece, this time about me. It was short but very sweet:

  • Dear Midgee.
  • I love you.
  • And I’m very happy
  • That you came to Florida.

SOLD!

As for Jeremy? He’d better keep an eye on his competition.

“We are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago.” (Ephesians 2:10)