Happy Saturday!
I did not study today!
I needed to do something toward home improvement. So I went to Bed Bath
and Beyond and got a small three shelf unit for the hall bathroom. I put it together and put a box of Puff’s tissues
with a cover, a sort of flat round bowl filled with beach themed potpourri on
the top, coordinating towel set on the middle and a basket with the toilet
paper on the bottom. I washed the shower curtain, cleaned the bathtub and found
some pretty art work for the wall. It felt good to make a small home
improvement.
Prayer alert:
Bruce’s brother who lives in Memphis is a competitive cyclist. Today,
while cycling, he had some type of run-in with a dog. The dog won and Dale was
left with a broken hip and serious road rash on his elbow. His head was x-rayed
and was found to be uninjured. Surgery is scheduled for tomorrow to replace Dale’s
hip. The decision was made due to the probability of having to replace it in
the near future anyway. Please keep Dale, Twylagayle, his wife, daughter Taryn
and son Teague in your prayers.
Prayer alert: Let
us continue to keep in prayer those whose lives have been changed due to the
senseless killings in Santa Monica. They are grief stricken and still pretty
terrified.
Prayer: Holy Lord,
receiver of our prayers. I have traveled through this day in the knowledge that
there is no way of confining the love of God and no borders to cross between
You and God’s Presence. You always have time to listen and receive whatever I have
to talk to you about. Thank You for taking my tears of the night and sometimes
the day and in Your time turning them into joy. Lord, in Your mercy, hear our
prayer, Amen.
“Weeping may endure for
a night, but joy comes in the morning.”
Psalm 30: 5
Tonight’s offering is not my writing. It is the writing
of Pastor Phil Heinze. He is the pastor of Calvary Lutheran church in North
Richland Hills. He writes a daily meditation on a lectionary text. I was so
moved by his writing and insight that I wanted to share it with you.
Sometimes the joy scheduled for the morning has to wait
through many nights of weeping before it can greet us with the dawn of a new
day. I think it is because we often do our weeping in the silence of our inner
thoughts while trying to maintain the outward appearance of prosperity. “I
shall never be moved.” The face of God is not hidden all at once but fades from
view the longer we isolate ourselves, relying on the limitations of our own
strength. But when we finally run out of Kleenex and tire of living in the pit
we have turned into a home healing begins to happen. It doesn't mean
the dancing we do is pretty or polished, at least not right away. But the
better we become at being honest with ourselves and others the more familiar
the “mourning turned to dancing” becomes and in the freedom of sharing the joy
of the morning might even last through the night.
Take joy in the journey remembering that hope never
disappoints. Wear your most comfortable dancing shoes. When you pray tonight
offer up those in need and the two I have mentioned and get some sleep. Love you all, Bruce and Gaylene.
I am not moved by what I see. I am
not moved by what I feel. I am only moved by what I believe and I believe God.