Category Archives: Flash Back Wednesday

Flashback Wednesday <3 May 23, 2013

Last Saturday evening, we watched our grandson while his parents attended his paternal grandma’s college graduation ceremony. The plan was for them to call us when it was over and we would meet on the north side of Decatur so they could head back home. We got him ready for bed and watched a movie until the call came.  It was well past his bedtime, so as we fastened him in his car seat I told him we loved him and we were taking him to mommy and daddy. I thought he would fall asleep before we left our neighborhood. Not so.

 Looking back at him about halfway to our meeting place, I could see his eyes intently looking out the window. As the lights of businesses and cars flashed by, I thought how trusting he was that we were taking him to his parents. He had no idea how long it would be before he saw them. He looked so somber, my heart kind of ached.

 I reached back between the seat and held out my hand. He looked me square in the eye and then pulled a little hand out from under the covering over his lap. He firmly grasped two of my fingers. It was all his little fist could hold on to, and hold on he did! The blocks slowly passed. My arm began to cramp. Then my fingers began to tingle like they were going to sleep. Although the discomfort was increasing, I had no thought to let go. In the low light of the car, his eyes held as fast to mine as his grip on my hand. I was the link to the promise of mommy and daddy being somewhere at the end of the journey.

 God stretched out His hand to us on Calvary. He sent His Son to save us and His Son has promised to take us home some day. The road can seem so long sometimes. I think of the people who are the Body of Christ to me here. They have reached out their hand so many times and let me hold on til it hurt. They pray for me, listen to me, cry with me, encourage me and all of this long after their level of personal comfort has become compromised. All of these are the tangible touch of Christ, reaching through eternity.

 But sometimes, there is no tangible hand. Sometimes, it is just the promise that we hold on to. At those times, believe and do not doubt. He is reaching His hand through eternity. Though you cannot see it, or touch it, do not give up. Fix your eyes on Him and grab whatever your fist can hold of Him. Hold on tight. You will not weary Him. He cannot go to sleep. Hold on fast, little child of God, He is faithful!

 Bless you wherever you are this week! Bless you in whatever you are walking through! Bless you whatever season you are passing through! Bless you in the great times and the not so great! Bless you!

Flash Back Wednesday <3 October 19, 2012

I notice that people don’t often ask me what is on my mind….perhaps after today’s reading, we will understand their wisdom.

 This week I have thought a bit about paper cuts: those tiny little wounds, inflicted quite suddenly as we are exposed to the thinnest possible weapon; paper, of all things.

It is a shared human experience: innocently opening an envelope or putting a rubber band around a stack of papers and then;  the sharp pain as we feel one quick slice to the finger or hand.

Our first instinct is to stick the injured member in the mouth, providing instant, although unsanitary, comfort. While the intense pain of the cut is disproportionate to its size, unless it is treated properly, it can become infected.

It makes me think of paper cuts to the soul. Those little slices to our hearts that come from an unexpected place. We can anticipate wounds in the heat of a battle, but these hurts come out of nowhere. A certain look, a comment, or something overheard, and ouch!  We sense a sharp pain and sure enough, we have an emotional paper cut.

 Like the injury to our finger, these are minor flesh wounds. They do no deep damage. But both, if left untreated, can lead to infection from the contamination around the wound.

For your finger, it means you wash away any germs that might enter the opening and then wrap it in a band aid until the outer protective layer of skin heals. For your heart, the steps are actually quite similar.

 Minor heart wounds just break through places in us that are tender. Calloused hands do not get paper cuts easily. Neither do calloused hearts.  Around these areas are potential “germs” of pride, self-centeredness, insecurity or any number of frailties that come with our humanity.

When we experience a minor hurt to the heart, we must take it immediately to the One who holds our hearts and ask Him to cleanse away whatever is in us that would contaminate this vulnerable place.

As we lift up the wound to Him, we can trust that He will cleanse away any sin that might be attempting to make entry into us. Once cleansed, we want to cover the wound with love and forgiveness toward the one who, most likely unknowingly, inflicted it upon us.

 Our tendency may be to hide our tender hearts in unsanitary places when they are wounded. Instead, let’s take all our hurts, no matter how small, to the One who can heal us completely so that we can serve Him with a WHOLE and HEALED heart!

Flashback Wednesday <3 September 1, 2011

* For over two years, I have sent a weekly encouragement by email. Wednesday’s posts: “Flashback Wednesday”, will catch you up on those “treasures”  from the past . I  hope they bless you, either for the first time or again!!!!

This week, I was reading in John 5. The chapter begins with the account of Jesus healing a man at the pool of Bethesda. The Hebrew word “bethesda” translates literally as “place of outpouring” or “house of grace”. The pool at Bethesda was a place where miraculous healings occurred.

The Bible tells us that an angel went down from time to time and stirred the waters. Whoever stepped in first, after the stirring, was made well of whatever disease he had. The account tells us that around this pool there was a great multitude of sick, blind, lame, and paralyzed people. They were all waiting for the water to move, hoping to be healed.

In all this scene of a large number of people, Jesus saw one man. The terms used to describe him include – “a certain man”, a man who had had “an infirmity thirty-eight years”. Jesus asks him if he wants to be well and the man answers that he does and has tried, but somehow in many years waiting, has managed to come in no better than second in the race to enter the pool of healing on time.

Jesus speaks to him directly – “Rise, take up your bed and walk”. This brief account ends with two facts – 1. The man was made well and 2. The day was the Sabbath. God may be speaking something different to you, but let me share a snap shot of my own.

 In the right hand margin of my Bible, at some point in time, I have drawn two arrows for these verses. They create a path that goes from the place in time where Jesus sees this one man and speaks to him (v. 6), backwards to the first scene where He came upon a multitude (v. 4). In the left hand margin, I have written these words of observation:

“There are many there. Jesus chose this one – Praise God; whose ways are beyond understanding.” I am sure when I wrote those words, I was perplexed.

So many waiting to be healed. Surely He had the power and surely the will to heal every single one. I don’t understand but I trust.

 Maybe you are in a place of wondering what God is up to. Where is He and why is He not doing what you fully believe He is able to do? I encourage you to choose to praise Him even in what you do not understand.

Be assured that at just the right time and in the right way, He will move. While others wait for the “waters to be stirred”, I urge you to be looking for your Savior and listening for His voice.