It was an extremely warm August day in west Texas. We had been busy inside the house, and we did not make it outside until later in the afternoon. The temperature was at least ninety degrees. I told my four-year-old grandson that we were going to go out to walk and get a bit of exercise. In a minute, he trapsed through the garage to join me. Of all things, he had donned a crocheted beany that had been made for him by his cousin. When I saw it, I couldn’t help but laugh. I said, “Easton, it’s boiling out here, why in the world are you wearing that hat?” Here was his classic reply: “The sun is hot, and I don’t like hot on my head!” Never mind the additional warmth the cap provided; to Easton, the protection it afforded far outweighed any added discomfort it might cause.
Traveling around as much as we do, we have the opportunity to experience different places, cultures, food, and entertainment. We are very blessed to be able to afford a decent place to sleep and some pleasantries that create special memories in each of our destinations. To keep the costs reasonable, we are prone to cart around a 12-volt cooler and an ample basket, each filled with easy and often healthier food options than many fast-food restaurants offer. Most of the hotels where we stay have a microwave to allow us to quickly fix the foods that need heating. As grateful as I am to have that convenience, it is amazing to me how varied are the buttons, dials, gizmos, and screens to use almost any microwave one can encounter.
One would think that there would be a standard procedure to run an average microwave, but even models that exist only to heat certain foods all seem to operate differently. It is common for it to take me much longer to figure out the steps to start the “magic box” than it will eventually take to do the heating. It makes me wonder if there isn’t some mischievous thinktank somewhere that tries to come up with the most diverse way to run the latest, greatest microwave oven on the market. I suppose it is one of those things that keeps us thinking, but I’m pretty sure that even some sort of degree in technology does not guarantee an easy approach to quickly prepare a nice hot meal or snack. The function of a microwave is certainly complex, but so is the often-elusive procedure to get it to work. After a while, the much easier option is to just make a cold sandwich.
I’d like to contrast that process to the simplicity of salvation. It doesn’t take a number of complicated steps to be able to receive God’s most precious gift to us. He has done all the work, and our part is just to believe in who he is and accept his forgiveness and the grace that brings redemption. He offers this gift to anyone of any status, children and adults alike. In fact, Jesus said, “‘Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven’” (Matthew 18:3, ESV). Why? Because children depend on others around them for their well-being. They need protection and display trust in those who care for them. Jesus offers a caring, loving relationship to those who exhibit that same kind of trust in him, and he promises it beyond a lifetime into eternity. The Bible often refers to salvation as a mystery; it is a complex matter that required Jesus’ giving his life for us to retain ours. Salvation is a work of the Holy Spirit. “But when the goodness and loving kindness of God our Savior appeared, he saved us, not because of works done by us in righteousness, but according to his own mercy, by the washing of regeneration and renewal of the Holy Spirit, whom he poured out on us richly through Jesus Christ our Savior, so that being justified by his grace we might become heirs according to the hope of eternal life” (Titus 3:4–7, ESV). But there are no difficult or elusive instructions for us to be assured that he is our God and he has blessed us with abundant life forever. One of the interesting things about receiving his gift is that God does not micromanage our choice—he gives that freely to us so that we will do it out of love and in faith, and choosing him will be a decision we make on our own.
Many of you who are reading this newsletter likely have made a confession of faith in the Lord Jesus, and like me you are tremendously grateful for the sacrifice Jesus made and how simply he has supplied his gift to us. But, if that is not something that you have been able to believe and receive thus far, I would encourage you to read God’s Word, specifically in the Gospels, pray, and ask his Holy Spirit to reveal truth to you. If as a believer in Jesus you know someone who is not in relationship with the Lord, ask God to give you the opportunity and the words to present a clear and simple avenue for that person to receive Christ. Remember that it will be the work of the Holy Spirit to seal the deal, but we can be the bearer of the Good News that will plant seeds of hope into another’s life.
Before the summer season winds down and the anticipation of beautiful colored leaves, crisp apples and the resultant apple edibles, and a cooler weather pattern come into being, a quintessential American activity begins. By August, many people engage in supporting their favorite teams that compete in the rough and tumble sport of football. Expectations are high as fans from cities and areas all over the country believe that it will be their team that will make it to the ultimate competition, The Super Bowl.
Way back when – 1980, Worms, Germany, to be exact – my husband, young son, and I were once again at the beginning of an overseas assignment. We had become settled into government-leased housing in the small town of Horchheim on the outskirts of Worms. The commute to the military post where my husband worked and where all of the American facilities were located was not within walking distance. Also, we were expecting our second child, and my doctor and appointments were in Heidelberg, a forty-five-minute drive from us.
I have once again been blessed to have spent time with my daughter and her family in Texas to welcome our newest little grandson, Easton Levi, into the world. I helped with the care of all three little ones, and while it was a very special time, it was also often hectic. I tried to be diligent to keep up with the household chores such as the never-ending laundry and the dirty dishes that made their way to the sink (or not) throughout the day. But I also am keenly aware of how important it is to continue to care for myself so I remain healthy and strong in mind, body, and spirit. I often read my Bible and took a shower or bath at night to make sure to get those necessities in. And there is one thing I did in the mornings every day as per usual to keep my back from giving me trouble – a thirty-minute exercise routine that includes stretches, push-ups, sit-ups, and scrunchies, my four-year-old granddaughter’s term for crunches.
It was super sweet. My eight-year-old granddaughter, Libby, is becoming quite handy in the kitchen. In that particular way she takes after this Nonnie, and following in my footsteps, a lovingly made edible is a gift from the heart. Thus, for Mother’s Day, Libby decided to make her mother breakfast in bed. It was simple enough – a piece of toast, eggs, fruit, and some tea, but it was very appreciated by her Mama who was grateful for the wonderful gesture that allowed her to linger in bed a little bit longer on this celebrated day.
I must begin my writing today with a confession. Perhaps some of you will follow my lead, if need be, and just get this out in the open once and for all. Ready? I am lousy at taking my daily supplements! There. I said it. I’m not sure what it is about it, save possibly that some of them seem like horse pills, but other than that, one would think that it would not be a major issue to swallow a few (ahem—too many) capsules each day. I decided that one of the things I could do to make taking them as easy as possible would be to keep them in a more accessible place. After all, a walk across the kitchen can be a sufficient deterrent. So, I made the decision to move them, at least several days’ worth, onto the area where I eat breakfast, which happens to be my center island. To keep the island looking organized, I also determined that I needed a nice container in which to hold them. Since it is the fall season, I looked around for something that would be fitting fall décor. I hunted through cabinets and closets, rejecting this basket because it was too large, and that bowl because it didn’t look at all like an autumn piece, and that plastic holder because, well it was just pretty ugly. Then I looked in my corner cupboard and found a perfect vessel—a pretty fall-themed ceramic mug. I felt like Goldilocks upon her discovery of the perfect bear bed—the mug was not too big, not too small, but it was just right! There was only one problem—this ideal receptacle had at one time been used to hold votive candles, and the bottom third was still filled with wax.
I have just spent an incredible seven weeks with my daughter and her family. My primary purpose for the visit was the birth of Kelley’s fourth child, another beautiful little lady who came safely and wonderfully into the world. Not only was I in attendance at the birth, little Abigail made her appearance with only her mom, dad, her eldest sister, and me to welcome her here. The midwife was two hours away at the time, and remaining in contact with her by cell phone, though the connection was at times spotty, my son-in-law and I assisted my daughter with Abigail’s delivery, quite the experience to be sure! In the midst there were prayers asking Jesus to ensure both Kelley’s and Abby’s health and safety. As always, God showed his faithfulness to us, and we are so grateful to him for his love and care over us all.
From that point on, Libby was quick to say, “Nonnie, we should pray,” whenever there was any kind of need. Along with petitions for the Lord’s help when something could not be found, there were prayers for healing, traveling safety, and success at school. In each case, God graciously responded very quickly to our request, a testament to his genuine interest and care for every detail of our lives. Can you imagine what a faith-building experience this was for six-year-old Libby? We adults certainly benefited as well.