Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Finding Hope in the Middle of Despair

Finding Hope in the Middle of Despair

For everything God created is good, and nothing is to be rejected if it is received with thanksgiving.
1 Timothy 4:4 NIV

In two days many of us will celebrate Thanksgiving with our family and friends, but for some there is no Thanksgiving. While we get together and eat out fill of scrumptious goodies, many will go hungry.

My message today is about finding hope in the middle of despair. I had almost forgot the true meaning of Thanksgiving until the Lord brought a tiny furball into my life.

My daughter and grandson found a kitten and brought her home. We already have a puppy and two parakeets, we didn't need another mouth to feed.

My husband I contemplated what we should do. We knew we couldn't take care of this little furball. We barely make ends meet.

Since it was the weekend we couldn't take her any place, so she stayed and the Lord placed the spirit of Thanksgiving on my husband's heart.

Today is day two of the little furball who came for a visit and melted our hearts.

Thanksgiving isn't about how much food we eat, how good the food is or how we can outdo our family's every year. Thanksgiving is about "giving". It's about finding hope in the middle of despair.

When you sit down at the dinner table with your family, what will you be thankful for?  Who will you give thanks to?

Will you remember the homeless person under the bridge whose only meal might be turkey and the trimmings?

Will you find hope in the middle if despair?

Whether your hope comes in the form of an abandoned kitten or a phone call from a loved one, remember there is hope in the middle of despair.




Sunday, November 14, 2010

A SEASON OF HOPE

















A SEASON OF HOPE


As my impending 50th birthday approaches I look back and reflect on my life.



Fifty years: half a century....



One of my favorite bible verses is Ecclesiastes 3.

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:


A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;


A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;


A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;


A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;


A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;


A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;


A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.



To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

My season is my fiftieth. It is my season of hope. I reflect on my purpose. Why am I here? What great plan has God set forth for me? Only He knows the answers and one day I may be granted the same.


A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted:

My time has come and gone to be born. I am born again... My time to die may be nearing soon, only He holds my life in his hands. Only He can pluck up that which is planted.


A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up:

A time to kill old hatred. A time to heal old wounds. A time to break down and admit I was wrong. A time to build up my faith.


A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance:

Fifty is a time to weep for lost youth, a time to laugh at new found wisdom, a time to mourn the past and a time to dance to the future.


A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing:

I cast away the stones that burdened my life. I gathered the stones of grace, peace and faith. I embrace turning fifty. I refrain from embracing to old.


A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away:

This is a time to get right with the wrongs, lose the pain, keep the joy and cast away the sorrow.


A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak:

Fifty is my time to rend anew, sew together my memories, keep the silence of yesterday and speak for tomorrow.


A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace:


The day is quickly approaching and it will be a time to love myself, hate the aging process, declare war on grey hair and wrinkles and make peace with who I have become.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

FEATURED BLOG

My blog is featured at Writing Mothers Writer's Digest Community for the month of November
Writing Mother's Group


Thanks Lydia

Saturday, October 16, 2010

HURRAY GOD SUBMISSION!

I am so thrilled. My story I submitted last year has been accepted for publication in HURRAY GOD!
http://www.hurraygod.com/

I will recieve a copy of the book and $50.00.

GOD IS GREAT!

Sunday, July 11, 2010

A Time For Everything

There is a time for everything,and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,a time for war and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8



Like the dandelion there is time for everything...

Dandelion's have a tendency to pop up unwanted. They intrude in our yards and our lives.

Every spring the little yellow flowers blanket my yard and every year my hands dig into the dirt picking and prodding the unwanted visitor's. I can't wait until fall.

Every fall dandelion seeds blow in the wind; scattered about willy-nilly. I am glad when the final seeds blow somewhere unknown.
Christian's have a tendency to be like dandelion's.

We pop up unwanted. We intrude in peoples lives.  Unlike dandelion's we are easily gotten rid of. It doesn't take much picking and prodding to make us go away.

We are like dandelion seeds blowing willy-nilly. We don't care where we go as long as we don't have to confront our Christian tendencies.

Have we forgotten God created us as He did the dandelion? We may pop up unwanted. We may intrude. We may blow away willy-nilly.


Every spring I continue to dig and prod at the yellow eye-sores, but I know I will never prevail. The dandelion is a strong vital creation.
We are like the dandelion. We are strong vital creation's. There is a time for everything and our time is now. We are like the dandelion.  We need to intrude in other's live sharing our testimony. Our Christian seeds need to blow in the direction of love and peace.

There is a time for everything and the time is now!
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Saturday, April 3, 2010

Would You Carry HIS Cross?

Would you carry HIS cross?
Would you bare HIS pain?
Would you suffer HIS loss?
Did HE die in vain?

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Taking Too Much Time

Taking Too Much Time

He died for us so that, whether we are awake or asleep, we may live together with him. 1 Thessalonians 5:10 NIV


With a six year old grandson and three bathrooms in my house any given day can be chaotic and last week was no exception.

I have a tendency to forget to lock the main bathroom door when in use. I could use my bathroom in the master bedroom, but it's quicker and easier for me to go to the main bathroom. I have to admit I'm just a little lazy too.

There I was sitting and minding my own business (forgetting I forgot to lock the door) when all of a sudden Cameron burst through the door.

"Maw-ma, I've got to go real bad."

I tried to explain to him I was in the bathroom first and he would have to wait until I finished and he could use another bathroom.

I waited for him to retreat, but he stood there ever so stern.

"Cameron, maw-ma was in here first. I'm sorry but you'll have to wait your turn."

Well, with his six year old impatient wisdom he replied matter-of-factly,"you're taking too much time."

I wanted to scold Cameron for being impertinent, but I couldn't help but laugh at my grandson's "observation."

I was taking too much time because he had interrupted me. It wasn't his fault, it was mine for not locking the bathroom door.

The day Cameron "interrupted me" made me think about how the Lord interrupts our lives daily because we are "taking too much time" in our walk with him. Our lives can be calm instead of chaotic if only we would stop being lazy and taking too much time accepting Jesus into our lives.

© Debra Ann Elliott 2010