Coming Up Short

Until recently at my house we were still working with an ancient fuse box and glass screw-in fuses. Since we had circuit-breakers at our last house, moving to the cottage brought an electrical learning curve. At first I couldn’t tell if a fuse was blown or good, and it was a guessing game trying to link their power with certain areas of the house. Gradually, though, the fuse box and I became friends… until last summer.

My electric water heater would work fine for a couple of weeks, then go cold. I’d  replace a couple of fuses, and it would work again until a few weeks later. One day while at the hardware store buying more fuses, I described this to the clerk. “Are you using the right number?” he said.

“Yes,” I said, “two of them.”

“No, I mean the number on the fuse. They have different strengths. Check your fuse box. Sometimes it says.”

And sure enough, I’d been using 20’s in two holes needing 30’s, shorting on power to the water heater. After I corrected my error, all was well. If only life’s other shortages were as easy to repair: shortages of sleep, money, patience, energy, wisdom, all kinds of things.

Each of us has felt pinched in specific ways from time to time. For example, every new parent knows about sleep shortages and later learns about patience shortages when their children test them.

Nate and I had financial shortages for many years. Families in other countries find themselves short of food or medicine. People in jobs that require creativity find themselves short of ideas, and those needing physical strength in their work become short of energy.

But the worst is when we feel shorted by God, that he hasn’t come through like he said he would. We claim his promise to provide for our needs and wonder why we’re short on cash. We put him first, believing he’ll direct us, then wonder why we’re unemployed.

I’ve found it helpful not to look at the current-day shortage but rather at past provision. It’s the manna principle. God told the hungry Israelites to collect only enough for “today.” If they gathered extra, it rotted.

That’s often how we define our shortages: “I made it through today but I need to know I’ll have enough for tomorrow.”

If we apply the manna principle, we’ll focus on the first half of that sentence rather than the last. Worrying about stockpiling “extra” is wasted effort.

I remember when a grandchild asked me for some juice. She usually only drank half, so I filled her cup accordingly. As I gave it to her, she cried out, “No! All the way full!”

Thinking she must be very thirsty, I filled it to the top and handed it to her. She said, “Thank you,” and skipped off to play. Later I found her cup. She’d drunk only half.

“The eye never has enough of seeing, nor the ear its fill of hearing.” (Ecclesiastes 1:8b)

By the Light of the Moon

Full moonWhen Mom and Dad were newlyweds in the early 1940’s, Dad was called 1000 miles away on a rare business trip. Mom could hardly stand the thought of him leaving but came up with an idea. At 10:00 each night they’d both step outside and look up. As Mom put it, “Our eyes will meet on the moon.”

Rumor has it when the moon is full, women go into labor more often and traffic accidents increase, along with irrational behavior of all kinds. I don’t know if that’s true, but science has confirmed something that is: the moon affects ocean tides. I suppose if it can tug on sea water, it can influence the water in our brains, too.

Each month when the moon is full, I look forward to Jack’s midnight walk. If the sky is clear, I don’t even need a flashlight, especially during the winter when the trees are bare. Moonlight illuminates the road just enough to see. And when snow covers the ground, moonlight bounces off the white surface so brightly, it casts shadows much like the sun except that the neighborhood glows in silver.

God wants us to appreciate what he’s made. He doesn’t want us to love the moon, stars or sun to the point of worship and makes it clear such adoration is wrong. But he does want us to notice and attribute our amazing world to his doing.

I wonder how it must have been for God just before he created the Universe with its phenomenal heavenly bodies. Did he spend time planning what he was about to do? Did the Father, Son and Spirit enjoy round-tabling ideas about the not-yet-formed heavens and earth? Because God is someone who works in microscopic detail as well as in mega-ways, I like to think he enjoyed the whole process, anticipating, planning and doing.

If he approached the heavens and earth with eagerness, what must he have thought before making human beings? Although we’re like grains of beach sand compared to stars, sun and moon, we’re not insignificant to God. As a matter of fact, he sees us as the high point of his creation, the only thing eternal. He gave us each a soul, and in this we’ve been made “like him,” an astonishing reality.

It could be that the moon serves as God’s object lesson for us, not as a nightly link between separated newlyweds but as an example of reflection. Just like the moon mirrors the sun, we’re to reflect our Creator, a challenging assignment but a most worthy calling.

“When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers—the moon and the stars you set in place—what are mere mortals that you should think about them, human beings that you should care for them?(Psalm 8:3-4)

Praising and Praying with Mary

  1. Great praise for God’s rearranging of the weather forecast that provided a beautiful fall day for Stina’s wedding this weekend! Thank you for your prayers!
  2. Chemo resumes tomorrow; please pray about finding a good vein for the infusion and for continued control of nausea.
  3. Pray for a replenishing of energy and stamina.

 

Losing at Love

Recently I witnessed the unraveling of a love relationship. I was at our county courthouse waiting in line for my turn at the glass window, when a young couple stepped up to a different window not far from mine. The sign above theirs read, “FAMILY”.

As I waited, I watched, worrying over the reason they were at the window. The mother, looking like a middle school kid, was burdened down with a massive diaper bag, a big purse, and a heavy toddler. I just hoped they weren’t filing for divorce.

But it was worse than that.

Family courtThe father (think teenager) leaned toward the window to explain. “This here is my baby, and I want to give up custody.”

The woman on the other side of the glass winced a little and said, “You mean you want to terminate your rights as a father?”

“Yeah,” he said, without a bit of emotion. “See, I don’t wanna give ‘em any more money. I haven’t worked for a year, and I don’t have any money. I wanna be done.”

I glanced at the mother, who had moved to a folding chair nearby. She, too, was without emotion.

A rush of grief swept through me, and I wanted to know every detail about these three people. Had they finished high school? Did they have a place to live? Had they raised their baby together so far? Were their parents helping? Had they told anyone what they were doing today? Did they have any money? Or food? (Both were reed thin.) But it was my turn at the other window.

A few minutes later out in the hall, I saw the young mother sitting on a bench, her baby on her lap. I smiled at her, and she smiled back, so I walked up and said, “You have a sweet baby there. How old is he?”

“Almost two,” she said, turning his face so I could see him better. “He was born two months too soon, but the doctor says he’s doing pretty good.”

“He’s darling,” I said. “You must be very proud of him.”

“Oh, I am,” she said, and we continued to chat, two moms who both love children.

When I finally stepped toward the elevator she said, “I hope you have a really nice day, ma’am, a really good day.” I wished her the same, but hopelessness washed over me. The sting of tears made me grateful I was headed for the privacy of my car.

When I got there, though, the Lord chided me. “That situation is not hopeless. You should know better than that. Why don’t you stop despairing and pray for them?”

As I prayed, God reminded me he already knows the answers to my many questions about them. He also has the power to affect change in their lives, and praying for them was an opportunity to trust the Lord to act on their behalf.

With God involved, nothing is ever hopeless.

“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” (Matthew 5:3)

Praising and Praying with Mary

  1. I’m thankful for a good week (without chemo!) leading up to daughter Stina’s wedding this Saturday.
  2. Please pray for weather that will allow the ceremony to take place outdoors as planned.
  3. Chemo resumes Monday.