A Few More Things I've Learned From A Two-Year-Old

The Dance of the Dandelions

Don’t you just hate ‘em?  

Those dandelions I mean.  

Here in the Great Inland Northwest where we are presently hanging out, dandelions are cursed by all the natives.  Landscapers will inspect your yard and quickly point out any dandelions encroaching on the lawn.  It’s like there is nothing worse in the world than the Curse of the Dandelions.  Their encroachment into any part of your lawn is to be avoided, fought and no expense is spared to destroy these invaders.

We moved into our present home in January. No dandelions, just lots of snow.  When spring finally did decide to make an appearance here, we had dandelions popping up all over the place. They practically covered the yard. 

All adults said bad things about our dandelions. Kaitlyn and Kyra did the dandelion dance. They loved having so many flowers that they could pick. Micah saw his sisters picking flowers and he joined in with them.  All three were exclaiming how great it was to have the lovely yellow flowers in our yard.

Perspective you see.

The world saw a yellow menace; our grandchildren saw a reason to dance.

God tells us over and over in His Word that we are to look at things differently from the world.  We are to act, talk, walk, act and react differently so that others will see Jesus in our lives. If we see things the way the world sees them, how are we any different? How will that attract people to us to ask “Why aren’t you cursing the dandelions?”

Join with our grandchildren in the Dance of the Dandelions and make people wonder about you. 

Fight The Good Fight

Fight The Good Fight of Faith*

When you fight the good fight

struggling to make it right

and all the world stands against you

Is there a place for these warriors so few

Where the rewards are displayed

Where the world stands amazed?

You were not born to it

You were not given it

The victories came with a fight

Standing, saying ‘this is right’

while others mocked and railed against you

Yet, you stood as one of the warriors few

*I Timothy 6:12

A Few More Things I've Learned From A Two-Year-Old

The Power of 'No'

No is a very valuable word.  Two year olds use it a lot. I would have to say that ‘no’ appears to be Kyra’s favorite word.

I often admonish her for saying ‘no’ so much.

However, there just may be some really good reasoning behind it. 

How much do two-year-olds understand when someone tells them something or asks them a question?

If you don’t understand what is being asked of you, or what is expected of you, isn’t it better to say ‘no’ than to readily agree to something?

Pretty smart I think, to say ‘no’ in many instances.

As those same two-year-olds move into the teen years, have we so drilled into them the importance of responding in a positive way, ‘yes’  that they all too readily agree to things their peers try to pressure them into?  There are many times during those years that a very strong ‘no’ is the proper answer.

Our Heavenly Father tells us ‘no’ and He has very good reasons even though we often do not see the reasons.  Just maybe the God of the Universe has installed in small children the ‘no’ word for His purposes. 

There are things of this world constantly trying to entice us into the sludge of sin. We have to say ‘no’ from the beginning or we will find ourselves sliding into that pit of sin. 

The temptations abound.  In this world you will have trials and temptations, but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world. [John 16:33] That’s Jesus talking. He always knows what He is talking about.  When Jesus began His ministry, He began by saying ‘no’. The devil tempted Him with some powerful things, but He said ‘no’ and He said it quickly. 

Let your yes be yes and your no no. [Matt 5:7]  Do not be double minded. A double minded man is unstable in all that he does. [James 1:8]

And now - some good news for you

The Norwegian Curlers are back - the excitement builds

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Alone Yet Not Alone

Am I An Old Wine Skin?

I'm looking for that new wine but wondering if I'm not getting filled with the new wine because I'm an old wineskin.
Perhaps I should have entitled this Looking For the New Wine.

Now, I know some of you are thinking, 'well at your age, of course you're an old wineskin.  You're an old everything.'

That's your opinion.

I don't perceive this as having anything to do with the physical.  It is the nature of my spirit being and where I am in my relationship with the Holy Spirit.
I do believe that the Holy Spirit can and will fill me with new wine when I have a new wineskin.
The question that needs answering is 'How do I become a new wineskin?'

Again I think it is all wrapped up in my relationship with the Holy Spirit. He makes me into a new wineskin and He then fills me with the new wine.  Had he poured the new wine into the present wineskin, that is not ready to receive new wine, it would cause me to burst wide open.  Not sure what that means in the spiritual realm but it can't be a good thing.

In order to become a new wineskin I have to move beyond where I am at present. I feel like I may have developed patterns that are bordering on 'being religious'.  And you all know how Jesus felt about the religious types.  I don't want to fall into that category.

Walking With Jesus

WALKING WITH JESUS

His arm is across my shoulder with his hand on my shoulder to help keep me in step with Him. Jesus is a little taller than me. His head inclines toward me as if He’s listening intently to everything I say. I am very comfortable in that place. It is easy to walk like that.

As temptations, lies, things that try to pull me away, as they come, Jesus gives me a gentle tap on my shoulder to remind me that He is here with me and that together we can overcome our enemy. It is just a gentle pull – back toward Him – nothing forceful as I must make my own decision – just that gentle reminder that He is here.

Yet, yet, I find myself leaning away from Jesus, taking His hand and removing it from around my shoulder and walking toward that thing that is pulling me away from Jesus.

When I glance back I see that His hand is still stretched out to me and the look on His face is one of compassion and understanding. It is as if He is saying to me – though He doesn’t speak – ‘I know how that pulls at you. I understand that it is enticing, that it looks pretty, but please do not go there. You will be hurt – badly hurt.’ And His hand is still extended to me – an invitation to come back under His arm of love, and to continue our walk together. And, even when I stupidly turn from Him and go to that thing that draws me – when I finally come to my senses, I look back and see His hand still stretched out to me and with tears in His eyes, He says, ‘Come to Me.’ He weeps for me, for the pain I have brought on myself and He weeps for what has been lost between us.

Yet, His hand is stretched out still and He says, ‘Come to Me, let us walk together.’

I timidly turn, not knowing if I am really welcome, for I shunned Him before. I chose to walk away from Him.

As I take halting steps back to Jesus, with my head hanging in shame, I feel His eyes on me and I look up. I look up to see Jesus with both hands extended toward me and His arms open wide and a huge smile on His face., and I run – I run into His welcoming arms. He hugs me to Him and I know I am home again.

He holds me for awhile, then gently turns me and we begin our walk again, as best friends, with His arm draped gently, lovingly over my shoulder.

Walking with Jesus.

When you walk with the Lord

In the light of his Word

What a glory He sheds on our way

While we do His good will

He abides with us still

And with all who will trust and obey

Trust and obey

For there’s no other way

To be happy in Jesus

But to trust and obey