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

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