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a mother’s manna

Did you know that Mother’s Day is the 3rd most attended day in church after Easter and Christmas? I fall into the category of mamas who want nothing more for Mother’s Day than to worship together with my family, but this past Mother’s Day, it was not to be. I was too sick to attend service with my family.
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Every Sunday in church, my son, Daniel, diligently takes sermon notes. I read them aloud on the trip home and our family talks about the sermon and what it meant to each of us. This past Sunday, I told Maya that she too needed to take notes, because I didn’t want to miss any part of the Mother’s Day sermon. Yes, I can catch the entirety of it online, but I dearly wanted to see in my children’s handwriting what each of them felt were the most important points of God’s Word. It turned out to be my best Mother’s Day gift.
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Now I crave corporate worship. I desire it and I need it. If I cannot go to church on Sunday, I guarantee you, I will be grumpy by Wednesday! Not only do I love to praise and thank God for His steadfast presence in my life and the life of my family, but I need to be fed – to be filled with God’s Word and the revelations He brings to the pastor and those attending. I need to constantly be reminded, especially in difficult times, that my difficult times ain’t IT! I need to lift my arms to the One who is IT, who is everything! I come away from worship refreshed, my faith deepened, my soul aligned and my heart invigorated for whatever shall come my way in the week. To miss worship on Mother’s Day?  – yeah, not a happy camper.
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My husband, Matt, as many people these days, has been out of work for more than a month now. Our family was living two paychecks to two paychecks and now my small one does not come close to making the stretch. I need to believe, more than ever, that God is with us – that He has a plan and a purpose for this difficult journey. My manna from heaven came on little white pieces of paper in the handwriting of my two children.
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After much time and debate with myself and my husband, I had finally decided that I was not getting better. I was going to have to spend our last dollars, with nearly a week to go until payday, on a visit to the urgent care, or risk losing a day of work as well. So there I sat, alone, on Mother’s Day, the last patient in the waiting room. I was very sick and without the benefit of my beloved Sunday worship time. This was not going to be a “grumpy by Wednesday” week. Oh no – I felt a full burden of discouragement bearing down on me and it was only Sunday evening.
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In times like these, I do not pray eloquently. Fortunately, in times like these, the God I serve does not expect or require eloquence. In times like these, my words are few, but to the point. Help me, Jesus. Show me something, Lord – anything. I need to see You now. I need to hear from You. Come, Lord Jesus. Be with me.
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Manna from heaven, on little white pieces of paper, in the handwriting of my children, tucked next to the tissue in my purse – sermon notes! – my children’s sermon notes!
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In the handwriting of my son, Daniel –
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1 Kings 17 – The Widow at Zarephath
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No water, no food, no rain, everything had dried up
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Son of woman got ill.
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Moms make the most out of everything
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Sometime later the brook dried up because there had been no rain in the land
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Lord said: Go at once to Zarephath of Sidon and stay there. I have commanded a widow in that place to supply you with food.
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He grew worse and worse and finally stopped breathing.
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She said to Elijah, “What do you have against me, man of God. Did you come to remind me of my sin and kill my son?”
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Elijah replied, Give me your son.
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Moved by a need this mother responded to the call
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God has the last word.
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Last word comes from God and Him alone.
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The mother watched God do amazing things, feed her family, raise her son from the dead and more.
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She was a provider
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Was prepared
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Was a protector
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Listened to the voice of God
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Bless you also
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From the hand of Maya -
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“The jar of flour will not be used up and the jug of oil will not burn dry until the day the Lord gives rain on the land.” 1 Kings 17:14
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We stand on the Word of God.
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God has the last word on everything.
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God has the last word on everything.

Amen

I know that I know

You and I were born with an innate desire to know our Creator. But my effort to know God cannot be limited by my own perception of my personal experience.
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If I pray to God for a healing or for deliverance from a catastrophic event in my life and God chooses another way, I cannot then say that God is not an intervening God because it did not go my way. Read more

treasures

This is me! The artist is my daughter, Maya. She was six at the time of this drawing.
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Yes, I have crazy red hair. Yes, my eyes are blue. And yes, I smile a lot. But Maya drew the one thing I most want her to know and remember about me. Maya drew me as a follower of Jesus. She drew around my neck the precious cross of Christ – the cross upon which Jesus washed Maya and me and all who call upon His name, clean, free and saved! Read more

contentment


What are you without? Are you without the job you thought you wouldn’t lose? Are you without the home you once owned or the one you dreamed of having? Are you without the funds to pay your bills? Are you without the means for the trip you wanted to take, the car you’d like to drive, or the clothes you wish you wore? Are you without good health, without physical comfort? Do you live without peace of mind? Are you without the freedom you wish you had? Are you without the love you’ve never known, or the love you thought would last? Do you now live without the beloved person you held most dear on earth? What are you without? Read more

forgive

My daughter, Maya, came to me with a recurring problem she was having with a little friend of hers. Since every problem has a biblical solution, I asked Maya what Jesus would do. Maya told me that she had already forgiven her friend many times. I told her about the time the apostle, Peter, asked Jesus a forgiveness question of his own.
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Then Peter came to Jesus and asked, “Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother or sister who sins against me? Up to seven times?”
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Jesus answered, “I tell you, not seven times, but seventy times seven.” Matthew 18:21-23
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Smiling, I asked Maya, “Have you forgiven your friend 490 times?”
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Without skipping a beat, Maya looked up at me and with a tone of exasperation, answered, “Close enough!” Read more

blessed

You are, at this very moment, blessed. You may say to me, “Blessed? Oh, then you have no idea what I am going through right now! I feel about as far away from ‘blessed’ as a person can be!” God’s response is not only, “Yes, you are blessed!” but, “Then yes, you are blessed!”
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Line up everything that you feel is wrong with your life. Make a list of each quality you possess that the world distains. Write up every struggle and trial, each sorrow and every loss. In God’s kingdom, you can check them off one by one – blessed, blessed, blessed.
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The kingdom of God is all around us, but never forced upon us. God sets His kingdom before us and invites us to step on in -
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…Come! Whoever is thirsty, let him come; and whoever wishes, let him take the free gift of the water of life. Revelation 22:17
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The world saturates us with its definition of “well-off”.  Here is a very different message from Jesus – an elevated teaching delivered from a mountain. Read more