God’s timing… I saw this sign shortly after noticing His cues to write the devotional post, Accept the Gift.
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Fear as Opportunity
Stress and pressure are like strong winds. They knock us off our feet and send us tumbling, flailing for support.
As long as we keep God at our backs, we can stand.
I often use the prayer picture of a piece of paper, wind-plastered against a cliff, pressed so tightly against the rock face that you can see every groove and jut in the rock.
Isn’t that our prayer as Christians? “Lord, shape me to be like You.”
Life’s struggles are often His best tools.
So why hadn’t I recognized that fear is only another tool? Carolyn Watts writes that “fear can be an asset—if we learn how to let it lead us closer to Jesus.” (see How to Turn Fear into an Asset)
Or as a good friend said to me the other day, “Fear is a driver—it can drive you to God, or deeper into fear. Pray to choose wisely.”
This puts fear in the same category as trials, temptations, stresses and even gifts: something God can use in our lives to develop perseverance and endurance. Instead of freezing up or shrinking inward, we can invite Jesus into our fear, ask Him to use it to draw us closer to Him—to let it press us into His likeness.
We can praise Him and rejoice over what He’s going to do, even though we can’t yet see what that will be.
Thanking God in our fear, instead of letting it close us off from Him… this is delightfully subversive and not at all what the enemy of our souls has in mind, I’m sure. But it matches Scripture: “For you know that when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow,” (James 1:3, NLT) and “Be thankful in all circumstances” (1 Thessalonians 5:18a, NLT).
It comes down to this: who/what do we believe is stronger, God or fear? The loyalty to God that I’ve been reading about in the Book of James gives me my answer.
Not that I’m going to welcome fear, to throw open the door and invite it in, but this breaks its power. This lets me press into God, lets me know I’m in good hands and it’ll be okay. No matter what.
[If fear is one of your struggles, I highly recommend following the posts at Hearing the Heartbeat, beginning with How Do You Hear God’s Don’t Be Afraid?]
On Dandelions and Happiness
This rebuttal to last week’s post, On Dandelions and Sin, is brought to you by guest blogger Dan D. Lion.
On behalf of the Worldwide Dandelion Coalition, allow me to address the slurs cast upon our species in a previous blog post comparing us to spiritually and physically harmful human behaviour.
While the similarities pointed out in that post are apt, we at the Worldwide Dandelion Coalition categorically reject any inference that we, therefore, are a menace in need of removal. Our “fuzzy yellow suns, milky seed-puff moons,” to quote the offending post, provide much benefit:
- our blossoms are signs of spring, warming hearts
- we provide plentiful blossoms for loving children to give as bouquets
- we add colour, especially on overcast days
- children play with us, making dandelion necklaces and flicking our golden orbs at one another
- they also love to blow our seed globes, an act that causes much laughter and wonder among the young
- we hold our stark caps high once the seeds have blown, examples of standing strong and authentic with no pretense at youth and no shame about our lost beauty
- certain of our roots and leaves are, in fact, edible, and humans can enjoy us as greens, wine, coffee substitute, tea and herbal remedies (The Morning Chores site lists “21 Surprisingly Tasty Dandelion Recipes“)
- our graceful stems that bow under lawnmowers and then stand again are examples of resilience
- we may be considered the symbol of courage
- the way we allow the wind to scatter our seed can show humans the value of trusting the Creator to direct each one’s path – contrary to implications in last Friday’s post, we do not plan a calculated invasion and instead we bloom where we’re planted
- the Creator’s care for us is meant to remind humans to trust His even greater care for them (Matthew 6:28-30)
- there are 250 species of dandelion – this speaks to humans of accepting diversity and of adapting to new circumstances
- honeybees love us – and humans love honey
- to those who appreciate us despite our hurtful designation as weeds, we illustrate maxims such as “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder” and “One man’s treasure is another man’s poison”
- while still maligned as a “noxious weed” in parts of Canada, dandelions have mercifully been removed from the city of Calgary’s hit list and are even embraced by the province of British Columbia as an “agricultural commodity” (read Dandelions Finally Get their Day in the Sun: National Post, 2010)
- we’ve also inspired production of dandelion paperweights (see the completed Kickstarter campaign here)
- the sight of us can be a simple pleasure
- we have inspired poetry
- watch this video: Time Lapse Dandelion Flower to Seed Head, filmed by Neil Bromholl. Aren’t we beautiful?
Whether you can accept us on your property or not, dandelions are here to stay, and we invite you to appreciate us as much as you can, and to let us brighten your spirits.
Respectfully,
Dan D. Lion
Spokesblossom, Worldwide Dandelion Coalition
“We come in peace.”
Related articles
- Tuesday is Herb Day – DANDELIONS! (lilithsherbgarden.wordpress.com)
- Bee decline: Dandelions may help reverse losses (scotsman.com)
- Dandelion Floating. (dandelionfascade.wordpress.com)
- On Dandelions and Sin (janetsketchley.ca)
- Weeds are actually very pretty and very nutritious… (deliziososkincare.wordpress.com)
- The Edible Gardener (sarahheatongardens.wordpress.com)
- 10 Ways To Use Dandelion Greens – Kitchn Recipe Roundup (thekitchn.com)
On Dandelions and Sin
I guess I’d better start with a public declaration that I think dandelions are beautiful: fuzzy yellow suns, milky seed-puff moons… I’ll stop there, because I can’t think of anything nice to say about the bald caps and spiky fronds after the seeds have blown.
Those so inclined can eat dandelion greens, and apparently the roots when roasted and ground make a passable substitute for coffee.
In a field, dandelions are so pretty.
Too bad they don’t work so well in residential lawns. When mine grow, I always feel guilty about infecting my neighbours’ properties, like I’m harbouring an invasion force.
We have one of those long, green tools that lets you stand mostly upright and uproot the pesky plants one root at a time. I’ve tried it a few previous springs and given up, but this year I’ve bagged a few buckets-full of dandelions nearly every day.
I have no particular hope of eradicating all the dandelions that have encroached on our lawn over the past 20+ years, but there’s something about this daily activity that soothes me. And it’s an excuse for fresh air.
It’s also an excuse for a blog post.
I don’t think much while I’m on the daily hunt. Sometimes I count the harvest, sometimes I pray, sometimes I talk to the stubborn ones. Listeners would most likely hear me mutter “I can’t get you all, but I can get you.”
My mantra has become “None to seed.” When I’m out of time and there are still plants un-dug, I pick off the dandelion heads.
After a couple weeks of the daily battle, I got thinking how dandelions are a bit like sin. Not necessarily the “evil action” kind of sin where we know we’re doing something wrong and choose to do it anyway, but the “missed God’s best for us” kind where we’ve gotten trapped in patterns of negative thinking, reactions or other behaviour that have really messed us up.
Some observations:
- younger plants are easier to uproot than those that have grown for years
- they produce fewer blossoms too
- one blossom is enough to produce 40 to 100+ seeds (Source: howitworksdaily.com)
- mature plants spread broad leaves and kill the grass near them
- the roots go down a long way and are more likely to break than to come out cleanly
- some plants require multiple grabs with the extractor
- they’re sneaky: they’ll twist their stalks so the blossoms look like they come from somewhere other than the actual root
- they’ll lie down until the mower is put away, then stand up defiant and straight
- the plants will slip off my tool en route to the bucket
- the blossoms will break off and fall out of the bucket, often face-down, to hide until they can turn into seeds
- yellow blossoms will go to seed once they’ve opened, so don’t compost them
- pulling them out leaves holes in the ground, and if there’s a big patch it’s unsightly
- bald patches must be re-seeded with grass or more dandelions or other weeds will return (remember Jesus’ warning about the evil spirit and the clean house in Luke 11:24-26)
- the worse the infestation (usually the longer it’s been growing) the longer it takes to fix
- looking at the scope of the problem leads to discouragement and defeat
- a little work each day will bring results
- picking the heads off (=cheating or at least a short-cut) is better than letting them bloom and spread their seeds
- they’re heavy – putting too many in my organics bin for pickup will make it too heavy for the workers
Dandelion season has passed its peak, and I think I’ll make it with none to seed. Yes, I may celebrate by baking my family a cake.
Perseverance: 6 Links and a Silly Song
Usually when responsibilities pile up and I feel overwhelmed, I burst into a plaintive quote from Dr. Seuss:
This mess is so big and so deep and so tall, I cannot clean it up, there is no way at all! (from The Cat in the Hat)
Last Saturday morning a couple of large household projects were weighing on my mind, and I tried to cheer myself up by turning it into a song:
Sumo, on my shoulders: I’m not happy.
Sumo, on my shoulders, makes me frown.
Sumo, on my shoulders, is so heavy,
Sumo, almost always, brings me down.
With many apologies to the memory of John Denver, you can sing these words to the tune of “Sunshine on My Shoulder”. Indeed, that’s a much better song to sing, so go ahead. And no, I’m not embarking on a new career as an artist or a lyricist.
It’s true, though: things pile up in our minds and they do bring us down. And that’s not the way God wants us to live. I’ve been struggling with this lately, trying to be more faithful in my responsibilities without burning myself out. “I can do everything through Christ, who gives me strength. (Philippians 4:13, NLT*)” but I need to focus on one thing at a time and do that thing in His strength instead of on my own.
I believe God gives us enough hours in the day to do the things He intends us to do in that day. Sometimes I need to remind myself of that, to talk that Sumo off my shoulders. Lately I’ve found a lot of freedom in the Bible’s promise of wisdom for those who ask (see James 1:5 and my post “Is Your Loyalty Divided?“). God, I need wisdom to see what to do when, and to not think about the other stuff.
Here are six links I’ve found in the past few days that are helping me learn the lesson even better:
- PERSEVERANCE (janiscox.com)
- A Life Plan When You’re Overwhelmed with printable poster (aholyexperience.com)
- Advancing from Darkness to Light (marywaindbeechcrofttales.blogspot.ca)
- Deadly Distractions (rogertharpe.wordpress.com)
- Staying the Course (lynndove.com)
- Nine Steps to an Unbalanced Life (maranathanews.com)
*New Living Translation (NLT) Holy Bible. New Living Translation copyright © 1996, 2004, 2007 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.
[Linking with Janis Cox’s Wednesday’s Word: Perseverance]
The Choice to be Cheerful
Have you ever read accommodation reviews and wondered if the people actually stayed at the same spot? There’ll be a stack of 4- and 5-star reviews, and then some 1-stars. Raves about how great everything is, and rants about miserable service and conditions.
My husband and I read the usual gamut when picking an overnight spot for an impulse trip to Prince Edward Island. We decided that mixed reviews are mostly about what people look for. Some folks are never satisfied.
PEI is maybe a four hour drive from our home, and My husband had never been there. I hadn’t been since I was a child. It was time.
Some would say it wasn’t quite the right time.
It was the Victoria Day long weekend* and time for those with cottages to consider opening up for the summer. I think most cottagers stayed home, because Atlantic Canada was cold that weekend. There was snow. I saw bits of hail.
Our lodging was designed for summer use. It was cold, and it stayed cold, although after a while we couldn’t see our breath.
Remembering the cranky reviewers, we stayed determinedly cheerful. Even when morning came with no hot water.
But I wondered if that was the final straw that would turn me into a grump. (And I wasn’t the one who discovered the hard way just how cold the water was!)
Most of us can handle a few irritations or troubles, but after a while we get tired of being patient and we think we’ve had enough. And I’ve often thought it seems like life piles on “just one more” until we crack.
The enemy of our souls would suggest we just start spewing at the first problem. “It’s inevitable.” Except it isn’t.
As I heated water in the kettle so I could wash, I realized it’s not about my choice to be positive. It’s about my reliance on—my confidence in—God as the one in control, my Shepherd, He who will look after me in any circumstance.
That’s the peace, not whether things are good or bad. That’s the source of contentment, not my decision to be cheerful (although that’s good too).
Our overnight stay turned out to be more “roughing it” than we’d planned, but it taught me something important: Be positive, but more than that, remember and trust in God.
Because sometimes life stinks, and we can still have security and even joy in God. That’s what the Apostle Paul said: “I know how to live on almost nothing or with everything. I have learned the secret of living in every situation… For I can do everything through Christ…” (Philippians 4:12-13, NLT)
And lest anyone feel sorry for us, we actually did have a delightful day once we got back on the road. We went to the beach (in jackets and hoods) to watch the waves and seabirds, saw two beautiful herons, strolled the grounds of the Anne of Green Gables heritage sites, walked quietly through a prayer garden, ate lobster burgers accompanied by some classic tunes from our younger years, indulged in some COWS ice cream… and my sweet husband bought me some birthday gifts. The day turned out to be the first of 50 good memories I’m to record in the journal he gave me the next day, on my actual birthday. Best birthday ever? I think so.
I’m so glad we didn’t let the cold ruin it. And I hope we get back to PEI when the normal tourists go, in the summer when it’s warm!
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*Yes, Canada appears to be the only country where Queen Victoria’s birthday is a national holiday. No, I don’t personally care about her birthday. Yes, I would consider renaming it. But let there be no talk of us losing a statutory holiday.
What’s the key ingredient of prayer?
The best part of prayer is the human soul’s communion with the Divine Presence, and that usually happens when we stop talking and rest in Him. Listening. Abiding. Worshiping.
Of all the words we offer in prayer, most of them fall into the ACTS categories:
- Adoration
- Confession
- Thanksgiving
- Struggles/Surrender (traditionally Supplication)
All are important, all have their place, and individuals may be called more to one area than the others. We need them all.
But I suspect the single-most important ingredient is adoration.
When we quiet ourselves before God and concentrate on Him: His character, attributes, will, purposes, His activity in our lives, something changes inside us. In the stillness, the peace, we find a gateway into the rest of what we need to say to God and to listening to what He has to say to us.
Adoration sets the tone.
God is exalted in our prayer, and this leads to each of the other areas: confession, thanksgiving, and requests for His help. It also strengthens our faith as we remind ourselves Who this God really is.
If time is short and I slip into just praying for needs, especially if those needs are overwhelming, I start wearing them like a burden. My perspective skews, and they look even bigger than they are. I lose hope, even while continuing to plead for God’s intervention.
Those are more wishes than prayers.
Grounding myself first in God keeps intercession true, because no matter how big the issue, I’m secure in the knowledge that God is bigger and that He has a loving plan. It reminds me that even when life is tough, God is tougher.
Related articles
- Benefits of the ACTS Prayer (janetsketchley.ca)
- Types of prayers (twsp1.wordpress.com)
- Word of the Day: Supplication (grammaticallyinkorrect.wordpress.com)
- When you feel anxious, call on my name (thepeaceofheaven.com)
Where Do We Focus?
As an example of the Kingdom of Heaven, Jesus told the story of a shepherd who left 99 sheep and went in search of the one that was missing. It’s not that the wayward sheep was more valuable than the rest, but the man was responsible for them all and didn’t want any to be lost. At that moment, the need of the one was more urgent than the need of the many.
The shepherd made the right choice, to focus on the one.
Sometimes we don’t choose as wisely.
There can be 99 good things in our lives, and one negative, and how often do we focus on the one?
The failure. The fear. The imperfection.
One thing takes on more importance than 99 others and tips us from gratitude to despair.
It may be an area of weakness where God would like to make us stronger: a temptation we need to resist, or a responsibility we haven’t been meeting very well. Something we need to acknowledge and then prayerfully cooperate with God as He continues shaping us into the reflection of His Son.
God brings it to our attention to help us. The enemy of our souls points, mocks, accuses and demeans. We know which voice is healthy, but too often we listen to (and agree with) the poison.
Or maybe the “one thing” is something we can’t control or change: our smile, our shape, the pitch of our voice. Something we think makes us less than we long to be.
The Bible says we’re God’s handiwork and that His “workmanship is marvellous.” Our enemy says we’re defective. And fear makes us believe the liar over the Lover.
You are not defective. You’re designed by the Creator of the universe, and He loves you. (Click to tweet this.)
In the good things and in the bad, we need to keep our focus on the God who rescues and restores. Let’s remember His power and His character, and trust His plans for our lives. Let’s learn to walk in His strength and to recognize and reject the lies of our enemy.
Parented by God
My best mornings begin with a special time alone with God. When my children were small, desperation had me setting my alarm early enough to fortify my spirit before facing the breakfast chaos.
In the shelter of my bed (sitting up to keep awake) I’d enjoy a quiet time with the Lord. It was like a spiritual snuggle with my Divine Parent before I faced my own parenting role.
The Bible has so many images of the parental aspects of God’s heart. One particular morning, I was thinking about Him as “Father to the fatherless.”
I’d grown up in a loving home and my parents lived nearby. By this point I was in my mid-thirties (a few years ago now!) with a husband and children of my own. I had grown up.
But part of me often felt like an orphaned child. That morning I poured out my fears and loneliness to Him in prayer. Abba… Papa… help me to stay in the shelter of Your care. Grow me under Your watchful eye.
After a while, I felt in my heart that it was time to get up. Lord, I sense our time together is over now….
I meant it as clarification: was I really supposed to get up? I hadn’t opened my Bible or paused to listen for His leading. I’d done all the talking. Again.
A gentle reassurance interrupted me: Oh, no… we’ve just begun.
His message, inaudible but understood, resonated in my soul.
What followed was the mental equivalent of that little scoot a parent gives a toddler to send her out to play after a hug. Warmed by His love, I scooted.
Instead of Asking God “Why?”
One of the first things we do when tragedy hits or when things go wrong is to ask God “Why?”
God welcomes honest questions, “why?” included, although I’m sure He’d prefer a trusting, hurt-filled tone than an angry, demanding one. Either way, I believe He’d rather have us talking to Him than trying to freeze Him out. After all, dialogue goes two ways and we might hear His response.
My community is still processing a recent teen suicide. And internationally, North Americans are shocked by the Boston Marathon bombings.
“Why?” is a valid question, and it predates Job. But there are healthier questions to ask as well:
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Who
- are You, God?
- do You say I am?
- have You put in my day to encourage or bless?
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What
- are You saying to me?
- do You want to show me?
- do You want to do in or through me?
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Where
- can I join You in what You’re doing?
- are You leading me?
- are You revealing Yourself?
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When
- You come back, will I be found ready?
- You speak, help me hear and obey.
- You want me to wait in quiet, help me be patient.
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How
- can I best show love to those around me?
- can I get to know You better?
- can I best use the time in each day?
Turns out, “When?” is pretty contentious too. In general, we’re better to bring God those things we don’t understand and our impatience for things delayed, to leave them with Him in trust, and to ask questions that leave us open to God’s direction.











