Trying Hard

Earlier this week our late-October weather was perfect. With blue skies and light breezes, it was the day we’d been waiting for to have an evening beach fire where the children could gobble down s’mores, enjoy a sunset, and get tired out before bedtime.

Beach fireBy 6:00 pm the winds had picked up and Lake Michigan was working up a good chop, but we did as planned and had a great time. Emerald, still battling a bad cold, was wrapped snugly, content to sit in Louisa’s lap sucking on a pacifier. (Mama Birgitta was attending her university classes.)

As the 3 children raced across the sand toward the ice-cold water, Adam’s one caution was short and clear: “Don’t get your feet wet!”

But when the sun started to drop toward the horizon, so did the temperatures. That’s when the little ones began to feel the full effect of romping too close to disobedience as their wet feet stung with the cold.

Difficult to obeyBy the time we got home, toes were bright red and throbbing. Maybe a lesson in obedience was learned, but it’s probable they’ll have to relearn it again and again.

Skylar, Micah, and Autumn aren’t the only ones with a bent toward doing their own thing rather than heeding the warnings of an authority figure. All of us are in that camp. As adults, when we arrive at the painful consequences of our own poor decisions, we usually feel badly about them and accept blame for the cost of our disobedience. But when we end up waging the same battle again and again, we get downright disgusted with ourselves.

“Wouldn’t it be nice,” we say, “if we didn’t have this natural bent toward insisting on our own way? Life would be so much easier if we’d just do things right the first time.”

Happily, that day will come. Our sinful natures will be history, which is good news for those of us in a continual struggle to hold selfish pride at bay. It’s interesting that the more diligence we demonstrate as we work to tame our wills this side of eternity, the greater God’s approval in the here-and-now. And when he approves, he rewards…. with an increased capacity to fight our self-wills more effectively.

Despite that help for today, though, I’m really looking forward to God’s tomorrow when we’ll no longer have to battle ourselves. Our sin nature will have completely disappeared, and obeying our Supreme Authority will be pure pleasure.

Beyond the sunset some dayAt long last we’ll know what we ought to do and will actually delight in doing it. And that goes for Skylar, Micah, Autumn, and their wet feet, too.

“When we died with Christ, we were set free from the power of sin.” (Romans 6:7)

Surgery at Midnight

I’m no nurse, but last night I got to assist in a surgical procedure that began at 11:50 pm when my cell phone rang. It was Louisa, calling from downstairs. “Mom! I found a tick in my leg, and it’s sucking my blood!”

“I’ll be right down,” I said, leaving the computer and heading for the stairs. Sure enough, a small but industrious tick had chewed its way so deep into her skin its head wasn’t visible at all.

“We can’t just pull it out,” she said. “If the head detaches and stays under my skin, it’ll just keep sucking!”

Tick surgeryAs she stood on one leg with the other one propped up, I ran for my glasses, a tweezers, a paper napkin, and the salt shaker. “I’ve heard that salt kills ‘em,” I said. But after 10 minutes of stinging salt poultices on Louisa’s open wound, the tick was still flailing all 6 limbs, continuing to burrow deeper into my daughter.

“What about burning him?” Louisa said. “I’ve heard that works.” But in discussing how to accomplish that without burning her leg, we decided to Google for other suggestions.

Every site we checked favored a slow, steady pull with tweezers. “Get a tweezer-grip as close to the tick’s head as possible; then be careful not to twist, angle, turn, or do anything but pull it straight out.”

In order to be successful, we had to follow those instructions exactly.

The same thing holds true in the parts of our lives unrelated to tick removal. It’s especially important in our relationship with God and the instructions he gives us. As a matter of fact, he tells us that if we show disdain for his instruction, we’re fools. (Proverbs 1:7)

God instructs us on how to live well. By that I don’t mean how to become well-off financially but rather how to live with a rich supernatural peace to our core, no matter what life dishes out. Once we’ve trusted God with our lives, our very next thought ought to be, “What are your instructions for me, so I can be at my best?”

Scripture is full of them, and interestingly, God’s instruction is often paired with his correction. “Poverty and shame come to those who don’t care about instruction; honor belongs to those who heed correction.” (Proverbs 13:18)

That tells us we all need instruction and also gives the reason; right after we “get educated,” we’ll realize we need God’s correction, too. Once we catch onto this, our lives will operate like a smooth-running piston: instruction – correction – instruction – correction – instruction – correction, always moving closer to righteousness.

The culpritLast night, after Louisa and I learned exactly what to do about her tick, she followed instructions precisely, and sure enough. After a strong, straight, steady pull, out he came…. head and all.

“All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for…. correction [and] instruction in righteousness.” (2 Timothy 3:16)

 

Creative Kids

One of the blessings of having children around is their bent toward creativity. Our 3 Florida grands are spending a couple of weeks with us, and evidence of their prolific ideas is everywhere.

Skylar drawsFor example, when Skylar noticed condensation on the front storm door, she quickly turned it into artwork. When space on the glass ran out, she raced to the basement for paper and markers to draw the fresh ideas she’d gleaned while drawing on the door. Before long she had her own art show, along with a toy cash register for making change during sales.

 

Sand angel MicahAnother example: Micah loved our trip to the playground, romping on the monkey bars and slides till he got the lovely idea to make a snow angel in the sand. I watched as he stood to admire his work, deciding he could make a better one. He stomped all over the sand to “erase” what he’d made, and dropped down to repeat the process. Though there was sand in the bathtub that night, his joy in creating was lovely.

 

Autumn rides the boxA third example: Twenty-month old Autumn watched Emerald open gift after gift at her birthday party, but none of them were for her. When a big, colorful riding toy appeared, she decided to get creative, ignoring the actual present and finding satisfaction in riding the box it came in. How can we not applaud such imaginative thinking?

When God created the earth and those who live on it, he demonstrated the ultimate in imaginative thinking. And he did it all without supplies. Though we humans have figured out how to create/clone sheep, mice, and other creatures, it can only be done by using a living, breathing mother of the same species who can carry the embryo to term.

Life always and only comes from life, with one exception: when the scientist is God.

“Imaginative thinking,” the quality I love in my grandchildren, isn’t really the right label for God. The only appropriate one is Creator. Ex nihilo. Everything out of nothing.

Play DohI like to picture God forming the first human being from clay much like my grandchildren and I shape Play Doh. Did he lovingly craft Adam’s heart in his hands (and every other organ), enjoying the process of assembling him? And once this young man’s body was complete, did he lean over, mouth-to-mouth as we do in resuscitation efforts, and breathe life into him?

It’s a thrilling picture far superior to “imaginative thinking.” When I watch my grandchildren getting creative, though, I like to think it’s God’s way of “tagging” them with a bit of himself. After all, some of their best ideas just seem to come…. ex nihilo! And only God could be behind those.

“The Lord God formed the man from the dust of the ground. He breathed the breath of life into the man’s nostrils, and the man became a living person.” (Genesis 2:7)