The song that's playing is one of "our songs".
Thank you my dear friend for staying committed even when the emotion wasn't there. You are not only my husband you are my best friend. Thank you for caring for me even when I don't act care worthy.
Last week Jason wanted me to go with him to visit with a family he was doing some work for.
This family was saying goodbye to a mother who had lived with Alzheimer disease for the past 6 years.
We waited in line until we reached the couple Jason knew. The man stuck out his hand to shake Jason's and then looked at me.
Jason said, "This is my wife Rose".
He introduced me to the man and his wife.
Fortunately he wasn't ashamed that I was his wife. But instead gladly took me along.
He tells me that he loves it when I'm with him, it makes him happier(sighJ).
This morning as I was reading I was reminded of that example.
"Whoever acknowledges me before men, I will also acknowledge him before my Father in Heaven.
But whoever disowns me before men, I will disown him before my Father in heaven".
And that got me to thinking…
How often do I introduce people to my best friend.
The one who not only makes me happier but has given me a gift more precious then any other gift I have ever received.
The one who gives me Hope and a Future.
The one who only invites, never forces himself on me.
The one who gives grace over and over.
The one who came to earth as a baby, lived as a human and then willingly laid his life down for me.
The one who rose on the 3rd day and knocked Satan right in the teeth!
The one who created all that we see and is preparing something even greater as I write this.
The one who cares about all people and is interested in being a best friend to all his created children.
The one who never will leave me or abandon me.
The one who will come for me someday and take me to live in a massive house.
The one who changes hearts and brings new life.
Let me introduce you to Jesus.
My life here will soon be over.
If I live to be 80 I'm already almost half gone.
But he will not.
And when I get to heaven I am looking forward to hearing him say…
let me introduce you
to my friend Rose".
Do you remember when you were a kid on the playground in the middle of a fierce match of two square when all of a sudden your opponent hit the ball too far into the corner and you couldn't retrieve it in time? You may have thought it hit the line while the opposing player was sure it did not.
Either way you call for a "do over".
For what reason?
It was simply for a second chance to relive that moment and try to make the outcome different.
Sometimes I still wish I could have "do over's".
Like the time my two oldest children were just toddler's and I was headed down main street. The light was red up ahead and so I began to let off my accelerator. At the same moment they were pleading for drinks from their "sippy cups" so I was trying to reach behind me while continuing to drive. And to my great dismay I got too close to the van beside me.
Now picture with me… This crazy lady comes creeping, like crawling speed up to the light and slowly, slowly clips your side mirror. As you look out your window the woman is looking at you with wide eyes and mouthing "I'm SO SORRY"! And then a few seconds later she backs up, only to clip your mirror a second time.
I mean that would be a good moment to say,
"can I have a do over"?
Or I'm thinking about the time that wasn't quite so humorous when I was a brand new mom.
I was so tickled to have this little, teeny bundle of pink.
One day I was in a small retail store with my 2 month old baby. I was carrying her around in her car seat while she slept. I had set her down beside me while I looked at something on the rack and when I went to pick her up she went tumbling out face first. She awoke and started screaming. And I was so, so scared!
I raced straight to her pediatrician apologizing and crying the whole way there…."Oh my sweet I am so, so sorry!! Mommy was so careless! I am so terribly sorry!"
And pleading "Jesus help nothing to be permanently broken or unfixable."
I was a basket case!
And after they checked her out and assured me she should be fine and told me to just watch for these certain things, I went home.
And I promised myself I would Never, ever do something so foolish like that again.
If only I could have a redo, I thought.
If only I could have changed those few moments.
And there are countless other times when I have said things or reacted in a way that I just wish I could "do over".
People who lose someone special especially in accidents often say…."If Only I could re live those few moments maybe I could have done something different"
Don't we all wish for that at some point?
To just start again.
A fresh page, a new beginning.
In Lamentations 3:22 we are told this….
Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassion (or his mercy) is new EVERY morning; great is your faithfulness!
Not some mornings, not when he's in a good mood, but EVERY morning!
He gives me a "do over" every day!
That is great news!
His grace reaches down and forgives my ignorant ways.
What a wonderful promise!
Do these guys look like they might need a "do over"?
I am so thankful for "do over's"!
I have become keenly aware that one thing being busy all the time accomplishes is distraction.
Sometimes distraction is good.
Like if I'm trying to get a small child to quiet or trying to pass time for my children on a long trip.
Distraction has a place.
But I find when I'm using distraction as a method of coping it is not helpful.
Oh, of course it is for the short term ….
Eventually I am going to have to face the thing.
The thing that wants to eat me alive.
The thing that's tearing me up.
The thing that makes me want to run as far and fast as I can.
And when I finally face it I can feel completely overwhelmed.
The Father has been softening my heart these past few weeks,
softening me to "that thing".
Have you ever heard of Andy Stanley?
He is a pastor out of Atlanta…Jason and I listen to him A LOT.
He is an anointed communicator who brings out the Word in a fresh way.
We download his pod casts.
Yesterday as I was listening to the sermon I was once again reminded that everywhere I turn God is speaking, speaking……
He asked this question….
"What would you do if you were certain God was with you?"
Ponder that for a moment.
What would I do?
In Genesis, Joseph, remember the one with the coat of many colors? Is a GREAT example of one who believed that God was with him, in the pit, in jail, and after he got his promotion to governor over all of Egypt.
He could have become bitter at God for allowing "the pit".
He could have been angry beyond belief at God for turning his back when he was accused falsely for making a move on his boss's wife.
He could have been so disillusioned with God for his silence while he spent years behind prison bars.
And when he was released and put in command....
He could have taken full advantage of his position and made his brother's pay for what they had done to him.
He chose to let God be God.
Believing that "God was with him wherever he went".
In Joshua 1:9 He tells me this, "Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go".
And if He is….
I am starting to see it.
And I know.
That he will
Wherever I am.