Saturday, June 09, 2007

the Masked Bandit

It looks like I owe an apology to the squirrels. Yes, the squirrels. For 2 or 3 weeks I've been angry with the furry little fellows for knocking my finch feeder off the deck rails and devouring all the seeds. I just couldn't figure out how the little varmints could climb on top of the overhead beams and knock the feeder off the nail. I moved it to a tree hook that is S shaped and I thought there was no way they could "lift" it off the severely curved bottom hook, only to find it in the morning on the ground (I must tell you that the thought of the squirrels winning this battle got me out of bed a couple of times much earlier than normal :0) No luck with that one...i just found the feeder on the ground under the bushes...empty. My next attempt was to put a nail in the original beam and bend it over the feeder's hanger and then nail the side of the head of the nail into the wood. Of course that would mean that every time I added seeds I would need a hammer and a stool to do so. But that would be OK as long as I win the war with the squirrel (some of you can identify with this personality trait I' m sure). Any luck ? Not so. Last night, while enjoying the Cardinal game on TV (well, at least the first 5 innings) I heard the feeder hit the deck....believe it or not there are some times I can move like Spiderman and that was one of them....my hope was to catch the squirrel in the act and get him with my mighty BB gun...(that's another story in itself, but yes, I do shoot squirrels with my BB gun). Lo and behold there was no squirrel...but a raccoon. It was hilarious....he came up to the door and looked at me and then went back to the seed covered deck floor as if I had put the stuff there just for him!!!! Yes I did open the door and fire off a couple of shots with my trusted arsenal and managed to keep him at bay for a little while, but this morning there was no sign of any seed left on the deck. What is a finch lover expected to do? Bring the feeder in at night? My poor little yellow friends are being deprived of nourishment at the hands of a masked bandit!

Is there a lesson in all of this? Certainly. Know with what or whom you are in battle with. Without the right armor and weapons your attempt is futile. When you are battling the enemy use the tools of the victor. The tools are described in Ephesians 6:10 and the enemy is identified in Eph 6:12. A war has been declared and a victory proclaimed!

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Microwave Ministry

God seems to be surrounding me with things I'm familiar with, yet struggle with for answers. While igniting the fire for godly marriages, He has brought marriages with bitter conflict into my awareness. Not only my awareness, but into a realm of ministry.

Most times I feel inadequate. I know the devastation from both the child of a marital battlefront and the spouse of a failed union. And I can't decide for whom I have the most compassion for, the children or the mom.

I know the power of God to bring into bloom a marriage that faced times when the world would have said to quit. It's not that I just know about those marriages, I've lived to experience it for myself. I really "get it" when I read that God's thoughts and His ways are higher than mine.

I wish I could uncover the truths that God has taught me over 20+ years to my friends in one sitting. Not just my friends....these are people that I know God has brought me to for such a time as this. Women that I've grown to love as if they were my own daughters. However, I feel helpless when they hurt...when I see them make mistakes and then have to walk with them as they pick up the pieces.

Isn't that how God feels about me? He tells me the truth and when I don't heed it, He walks with me as I pick up the pieces. How sad I must make Him sometimes. How sad I am that I've disappointed Him so.

This is not a microwave ministry. It takes years for marriages to end up in these predicaments. It may take years for healing. While patience is a fruit of the Spirit, it is certainly not something that comes naturally to me....
So, as I move ahead one step at a time with my Ladies, I seek God's hand for guidance. I pray that He will give me discernment in council and wisdom when they ask advice. I pray for them that they choose Him. I know He will never let them go, but I know the road less traveled, even though it seems the bigger risk, is certainly covered by One that loves them far more than I ever could.

...there beneath the blue suburban skies...