Crazy you say? Yes. Socks in the fridge are a bit ridiculous. However, this is another one of my “little things” stories. I hope you can join in the fun.
This story starts with a fun surprise. A friend of mine gave me some fun socks to use as “mug hugs” (see pic below). I had talked about finding some socks for that purpose, but forgot about it. Her gift was so much fun.
A few weeks later I was looking for a way to distinguish the difference between decaf coffee and regular. I went to these fun socks. I then had the chance to send a picture text with a wisecrack about socks in the fridge (this coffee was meant to be iced so it lived in the fridge for a time). I mean who doesn’t have seeing socks in the fridge on their bucket list? (OK, no one, but that is part of the fun.) My friend laughed.
The point to this silly story (yes, there is a point) is if you have a chance to make someone laugh, go for it! The laughter will make their day and likely yours.
Laughter is the best medicine. The Bible says so (Proverbs 17:22). Give some and take some as soon as you can and as often as you can.
Just make sure the socks in the fridge are clean. 🙂
Gifts from God come in all shapes and sizes. The picture behind this verse is from friends who are on vacation. They sent me a few pictures and said that they thought I should put a verse with this one.
I was so touched that they were thinking of me while on vacation. I was also blessed by their encouragement of one of my hobbies. I very much enjoy scenic pictures and putting verses with them. So please enjoy my gift with me.
God is so good.
Today I had the chance to talk to Christian friends that I haven’t seen for a while. I enjoyed the blessing of a relationship that God put together. I meet this couple 20 years ago when I was their son’s 4th grade teacher. Over the years we have seen each other here and there (we live in a town of 25,000 people). Each time we have talked I have been blessed. They have life experiences that give them a unique understanding of mine. They are able to sympathize with me in ways others could not. Only God can arrange that. He set up their lives and mine in such a way to honor and glorify His name. I am awestruck that God would choose to bless me this way.
Praise His name!
I love flowers. They are happy and cheerful. Most of the time. This bunch is a bit wilted after being transplanted from my friend’s yard, but they will perk up.
I often have good intentions of putting things in “perfect order”. I am a perfectionist after all. However, I am a very, very, flawed perfectionist. I do not always have the energy or desire to put in the amount of work required for “perfection”. I used to chide myself for that. I now have a different view.
I should seek Christ honoring standards in everything I do. “Whatever you do, do all to the glory of God.” (1 Corinthians 10:31) I think we can lose sight of the object of this verse. If I start seeking man-made, man-honoring perfection, then I miss the God honoring life that I am supposed to seek.
I will not be perfect in this life. No matter how hard I try. I will attain perfection when God calls me home to heaven. He will then give me Christlike perfection. In the meantime, I need to give my life over to God and He will correct my imperfections.
Now back to the flowers. Some things do not require “perfection”. It is acceptable that my flowers are not evenly spaced. I need to spend my time and energy elsewhere. I think God smiles on my imperfectly spaced flowers. He knows who I am (flawed and quirky), and loves me anyway.
I want to wish my dad a Happy Father’s Day.
I was born a “daddy’s girl”. I have always adored my father (although when I was in trouble I may have faltered a bit – we won’t say how often that happened).
I heard a song when I was young called “I Want to Marry Daddy When I Grow Up”. I believe if God has marriage for my life, then my husband will be a man similar to my dad. A man of integrity, who seeks to put God first and share that with others. My dad took me on my first date – when I was 8 years old. He taught me how I should be treated. Let’s just say I have very high standards.
I shared in a previous post how my dad taught me to love thunderstorms. Another special memory is when I was 14. The memory of the day I trusted Christ as my personal Savior was fading. I had doubts about my salvation. Youth leaders and Christian school teachers often taught that we should “make sure” we were saved. I felt I needed to pray to ask Jesus to save me from my sins. I knew I had to tell someone, so one night I told my dad. Instead of having me “make sure” he started telling me why he thought I was truly a Christian. I’m pretty sure I thought he was crazy (I’ve said this before). I had it so ingrained in my head that I needed to “make sure” that I didn’t think there was any other option. However, in godly wisdom, my dad listed evidence of salvation and shared Romans 10:9-10 with me. I realized that this was true in my life (due to the ministry of the Holy Spirit). I have at times struggled with doubt since that day, however, God used my dad to give me assurance based on Bible teaching.
So on Father’s Day this year, I want to publicly say, “Thank you , Dad. I love you. Happy Father’s Day.”
God works all things together for our good (Romans 8:28). That doesn’t mean everything is good.
But God is good. Always good.
I want to wish my mom a Happy Mother’s Day. As with many, my mom has been important in my life. She took care of me, nurturing me as I grew up.
My mom married a pastor. An honorable profession, but one that can be difficult. She gave birth to three wonderful, little sinners (although I’m sure my brothers caused more trouble than I did). 🙂 Caring for a family of 5 on a limited budget was a burden she bore. She fought to meet our needs and often went without. She worked hard to make special occasions like birthdays and graduations extra special.
My mom trusted Jesus Christ as her Savior at a young age and has shared that with others including her children. I remember one time my mom prayed with me after breakfast that I would learn to know Jesus Christ as my personal Savior. I didn’t trust Christ that day, but the memory has stayed with me.
So on Mother’s Day this year, I want to publicly say, “Thank you, Mom. I love you. Happy Mother’s Day.”
Philippians 4:6-7 has been my “life verse”. I use this verse for every major decision. I’m trying to bring it into small decisions as well.
The only way to fight off anxiety is pleading in prayer. I am so thankful that my God listens.
This frame is just like me, full of pits, flaws, and just plain messy. It is also a work in progress.
I bought this frame with nail holes, because it reminds me of the scars we get through life. This is a reminder to me about how messy life (and people) can be.
I didn’t want to leave all of the holes – I wanted to fill them in. This is my reminder that healing does take place, but sometimes there are scars.
My attempt to fill the holes did not go well. The frame looks messier than before. I decided this would be a work in progress. I have been thinking through what I can do to make the frame look nice. I’m not sure if that is possible, but I’m going to try.
I like visual representations of life lessons. We all live through difficult times that wound our spirits. Those experiences change us for the rest of our lives. We may feel as though we will never be whole again. However, for the Christian, God uses each life situation to make us more like Jesus Christ. There is no better goal in life than to become like Christ.
So this frame is a reminder to me that while I am messy and have flaws, God is still working on me to produce a beautiful image. His.
Yes, I know. This is is a Christmas card. However, I was struck this past Christmas by this greeting card sent by one of my employer’s suppliers.
We tend to separate Christmas and Easter, but the two holidays are closely related. Jesus Christ came to be born as a baby with the purpose of dying on the cross for our sins.
So today on Easter Sunday, I am thinking about and thankful for both Christmas and Easter.
God is so good!