The Empty Chair…

“The Empty Chair” sits vacant at every home this Christmas.
It sat there all alone in my house and it sits all alone in yours.
The difficult part about dealing with “The Empty Chair” is that it used to be filled…
Filled to overflowing perhaps…
Filled with sounds of laughter…
Filled with striking smiles and twinkling eyes…
Lips that curled a certain way right before busting out laughing and even crying…
Eyes the narrowed in keen observation, eyes that softened and moistened upon saying “good-bye”…
Eyes that lit up with a joy uncontainable upon seeing your face…

The Empty Chair used to be filled..
Filled with hands that you used to hold and stroke and hands that used to hold yours…
Hands that had wedding rings and diamond rings and mood rings and turquoise rings…
Hands that had dug in the dirt, changed the oil, baked the birthday cakes and
Hands that you just knew you would hold forever and ever…

The Empty Chair used to be filled…
Filled with a voice that was so unique you could pick it out as “that” one and only voice in a crowded mall.
The voice that made your heart sing every time that voice uttered your most precious name…
The voice that read you bedtime stories, Bible stories and the “funnies” on Sunday morning…
The voice that would command, direct, whisper and shout.

The Empty Chair used to be filled…
Filled with someone you loved or still love…
They are no longer at the table
Not necessarily because they don’t want to be..
They may just not be able…

The Empty Chair they used to fill is empty because…
They have passed away, never again to see you another day…
They have ventured off to another land, promising to one day return and hold your hand…
They are imprisoned either literally or figuratively which by either case hurts none the less…
They are hurt beyond compare and the only way they know to respond is to hurt you back by filling the empty chair with just “air.”
They might be on vacation and will return next year to fill The Empty Chair.

The Empty Chair used to be filled by…
Our husband, our wife, our granddad, our grandmother, our mother, our father, our son, our daughter, our significant other, our friend, our uncle or aunt, our brother or sister…

It is always this time of the year that The Empty Chair makes the loudest noise.
It’s Christmas and we celebrate with all the smiles and with all the joys.
And yet, The Empty Chair is not a seasonal chair…
It sits empty all year long right in front of you, right there.

It is with sadness and it is with glee that we celebrate and tolerate The Empty Chair.
The Empty Chair is a blessed curse,
Some days are better and some days are worse.
Our memories of those who once filled The Empty Chair fill our heart
Do not let the memories evaporate would be a good place to start.
Instead, take one step or more
And walk across the dining room or living room floor
And sit, sit tall or sink right in The Empty Chair
And absorb the spirit of the one who is no longer here and no longer there
And praise God above for the love you are able with family and friends to share
Because, one day your spirit will be all that is left to fill The Empty Chair…

SeeingGodAtWorkEveryday…
Laugh often and Fear not!
David!

David@seeinggodatworkeveryday.com

The Night Before…

Mary and Joseph make the long journey from Nazareth to Bethlehem. Probably took them four to seven days to make the 70 mile trek…maybe shorter, maybe longer. They cannot find any room in any of the hotel, motel, hostels. Then…
Jesus is born!
The Angelic host break out into a joyous chorus of “Glory to God in the highest.”
Shepherds are amazed and afraid at the sight of an army of angels making their appearance in the night time sky.
Cattle are lowing, sheep are bleeping (or whatever sheep do)…
The Wise Men are still months and months away from arriving on this surreal scene of the savior being born.
Mary and Joseph bask in exhaustion from the journey, the labor, the delivery and the wonder of it all.
And I cannot help myself to wonder aloud…
What was going on…
The Night Before?

SeeingGodAtWorkEveryday…

I wonder what the night life looked like in Hawaii the night before December 7, 1941?

Was Western Europe wondering if it would ever be free the night before June 6, 1944?

What was my mom and my birth mom thinking and doing the night before March 5, 1963?

Was America really like Camelot the night before November 22, 1963?

Did people still “have a dream” for civil rights the night before April 4, 1968?

How far gone were American’s trust in the office of the President the night before August 9, 1974?

Did anyone get a letter with “Return to Sender” on it the night before August 16, 1977?

In my senior year in high school I used to be able to “imagine” the night before December 8, 1980…

I slept like a baby in a Hampton Inn in room 336 near the airport in Cleveland, Ohio the night before September 11, 2001…

Each “night before” took place before an historic event that literally changed our world.
Tonight is the night before we celebrate the birth of Jesus.
Will our world be changed tomorrow?
I wonder…
For now…it’s simply The Night Before…

SeeingGodAtWorkEveryday…
Laugh often and Fear not!
David!

David@seeinggodatworkeveryday.com

 

I wouldn’t believe it…

The teenage girl sat across from me.
Hair a little on the “frumpy” side.
Clothing a little disheveled…
Eyes darting back and forth…hyper vigilant…on the defensive perhaps?
She was shy…reserved…withdrawn…ashamed…and yet excited.
She was pregnant!

Two words escaped her dry lips…
“I’m pregnant…”
After some more conversation
Three words escaped my curious lips…
“Who’s the father?”

Two words escaped her puzzled lips…
“Not sure…”
Three words escaped my investigative lips (the pattern was getting annoying!)
“Two choices perhaps?”
Her response sent my mind rattling in ways I didn’t know it could be rattled..
“Well, I didn’t have sex with one of them but he got close…”
I’m usually pretty well prepared and calm and fluent in these situations…
Not this time…
“He got close?” (I was stuck in these three word responses… not good!)

“I still might have gotten pregnant by him…”
Finally, I broke out of my three word response and laid down my baffled, bewildered three words plus one response from my confounded lips…

“I wouldn’t believe it…”

SeeingGodAtWorkEveryday…

I wouldn’t believe it…

Would you?

And so it was with Mary and Joseph for months and months enduring the “rattled” minds of the community, much less their own “rattled” minds.

When the time came for Jesus to be born of the Virgin mother (Do we really understand how ridiculous that sounds? “Virgin Mother”) lowly shepherds were called upon to be the welcoming party, the party planners, the entertainment, the caterers and the guests of honor…

In a vacuum, if you had told me the God of the whole entire universe was going to send His only Son to the earth He created, to visit the people He created, to show His love and His grace and His mercy and that God was going to use the “favored one” they called Mary, who had never been with a man as a young teenager as the “vehicle” to make it all happen…

I wouldn’t believe it!

I guess that’s what makes the incarnation of the Son of God all the more believable and miraculous and mysterious and majestic…

And in the same region there were shepherds out in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And an angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were filled with great fear. And the angel said to them, “Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. (Luke 2. 8-11)

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4R-fxjY_AUI

Check out the above YouTube video called, “The Boy” –
It takes a fascinating look at the question of “What if Jesus was born today?”
You might not believe it…

SeeingGodAtWorkEveryday…
Laugh often and Fear not!
David!

David@seeinggodatworkeveryday.com

 

 

 

 

 

Earbuds

The list was short…
The parking lot was full…
I kept reminding myself, “The list was short.”
The “superuberboxstore” was crowded with holiday shoppers.
I parked in the second to last spot available.
I walked with purpose in my step and in my gait.
The fluorescent glow of the storefront illuminated the mist coming down from the rain threatening sky.

I made a decision that I had never made before…
It was a difficult decision.
I am a purist when it comes to listening and hearing.
I want to capture every sound, every nuance of every word spoken.
Every inflection of every dialect ever spoken carries with it a thousand different meanings in front of a thousand different emotions which lie just underneath the surface.
I want to hear and interpret each and every one of them.
Such is the joy of engaging the world around me.
Not tonight though…
That’s why it was a difficult decision.
This would be a debut decision…a first timer.
The decision was strikingly deliberate and decisive.
I reached into my pocket, pulled out the convoluted, tangled wires.
Plugged them into my iPhone
Placed the earbuds in my ears
Held the iPhone in my right hand.
Swiped with my left.
Poked with my index finger the Music icon.
Bog Seger crooned that wonderful raspy voice into my brain, mind and heart.
“We’ve Got Tonight” was the melody and my thought was, “Yes we do!”
And with that fateful decision, I walked into the Super Walmart
In my pocket? – iPhone
In my hand? – Short list
In my ears? – Earbuds!

SeeingGodAtWorkEveryday…

I approached the front “automatic doors” with the yellow “Caution” stickers stuck right in the middle of them. From the opposite angle a young African-American woman with her fuchsia scrubs and beautifully braided hair that bounced ever so softly on the small of her back approached the front doors simultaneously to my arrival. I caught her eye, she smiled, I offered, “Please…after you.”

That’s what I said…
That’s what she heard…
She nodded and went first…
And then this amazing reality hit me…

I didn’t hear a thing, except for Bob Seger singing…
I didn’t even hear my own voice say, “Please…. after you.”
She nodded, she smiled, her lips moved…I didn’t hear a thing.

Right then and there, I knew I had entered an unfamiliar and yet quite exhilarating zone!
I was not going to hear anything anyone said in Walmart!!
My pulse quickened…
My adrenaline kicked in…
With big metal four wheeled cage of a shopping cart in hand, I was off and running!

My cart ran into someone else’s cart. I looked straight into the person’s eyes and uttered, “Oops…Sorry…Excuse me…” (I couldn’t even hear my own words). The person on the receiving end smiled and her lips moved…quite a bit. I smiled in return and guess what?
I didn’t hear a word she said!!!
I smiled and moved on!!

And so the evening went!!
I saw animated conversation between a husband and wife…didn’t hear a thing!
I saw a Walmart employee on the hand held microphone making a request…didn’t hear a thing!
I saw kids pleading for some toys…didn’t hear a thing!
I didn’t even hear an announcement from overhead about “Prices falling!”
It was awesome!!

I was in my own world…
Enjoying my music…
Not hearing a word…

With cart full and paid for, I headed for the exit doors…
And wouldn’t you know it…
Guess who was approaching the exit doors at the exact same time I was?
The African-American nurse in the fuchsia colored scrubs.
Our eyes caught…
I removed the earbuds…I had to say something…I had to hear something…
I said, “We came in together and now we are leaving together.”
She nodded and smiled…
She went first.
As we exited she veered to the right
I veered to the left…
I offered with a big smile on my face, “Merry Christmas!”
She stopped every so briefly, turned, flashed a brilliant smile and said in the most exquisite African accent, “Merry Christmas!”
And guess what?
I heard every word, every nuance and every inflection and it made my heart smile and my face chuckled in the misty air. I wished I had heard it on my way in to the store and not just on my way out.

Here’s my word for the day…

Praise be to God that Jesus didn’t put the earbuds in his ears.
He left His own world to be in our world.
How easy it would have been to stay in the heavens.
How convenient it would have been to stay away from the noise and the hassle.
But…
Jesus made a very deliberate decision.
No EARBUDS!

He entered our world and heard and listened to:
Every word
Every nuance
Every plea
Every accent
Every question
Every struggle
Every doubt
Every argument
Every pain
Every silent vocal chord
Everything!

We have a Messiah who moved into the neighborhood with eyes and ears, especially the ears wide open with no earbuds…

May we remove the earbuds from our ears of life and listen and experience the joy of hearing the sounds around us this Christmas season!

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through him, and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.

14 And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth. (John 1. 1-5, 14 ESV)

SeeingGodAtWorkEveryday…
Laugh often and Fear not!
David!

David@seeinggodatworkeveryday.com

 

Creepy Neighbor?

The other night a friend of mine was sharing with me that a “Creepy Neighbor” lives next door to her family. With her husband out of town she grows increasingly nervous. Worst fears became reality when at midnight there was a sharp and loud pounding on the door.

Panic took over. Rational thought turned into soupy babbling. Her iPhone was within sight on the kitchen table but she would have to cross the front entryway to retrieve it, surely to be seen by the creepy neighbor. The shadowy figure loomed large at the door. Pounding away at the last barrier between life and certain death the knocking commenced once again. Her living, breathing body turned into petrified wood as she and her daughter considered that the best option would be to lock themselves in the bathroom. Frozen, immobile and filled with panic my friend breaks the bonds of petrification and moves to the front door yelling “What do you want? You need to leave! We’ve called the cops!”

What happened next was almost unbearable to listen to. A low voice on the other side of the door said, “You wanna open the door?” She screamed, “NO! You need to leave.” At her wits end she flipped on the porch light to” show the creepy neighbor that she meant business.

And what to her dilated terror filled eyes should appear, not the creepy neighbor, but her son!! He had come home early for Christmas to “surprise” her!!

Her son!
Not the “Creepy Neighbor!”

SeeingGodAtWorkEveryday…

There’s a knock at the door of your heart today…
It’s the same knock that was there yesterday and the day before.
It’s the same knock that will be there tomorrow and the day after.

Is it the Creepy Neighbor?
No it’s not…
It’s the Son!
Sometimes we believe the Son is the creepy neighbor because we mistook the Son for that judgmental friend who told us we were going to hell in a hand basket if kept up with our “sinful” behavior.

Sometimes we believe the Son is the creepy neighbor because we mistook the Son for that Bible toting, Bible thumping, sweating pastor in the baby blue leisure suit preaching incessantly about stuff that no one understood or cared to understand.

Sometimes we believe the Son is the creepy neighbor because we mistook the Son for a list of “Do’s and Don’ts…”

Sometimes we believe the Son is the creepy neighbor because we mistook the Son for the people who speak a dozen righteous things only to live out two dozen unrighteous things and the hypocrisy is just too much to take.

Sometimes we believe the Son is the creepy neighbor because we mistook the Son for the church that was in reality an exclusive country club clic.

I wonder what would happen if we would turn on the front porch light to reveal one thing and one thing only…It’s just the Son

The Son comes into our neighborhood, not as the Creepy Neighbor, but as the One who is more than happy to come into the home of our hearts and listen to us, offer us grace and mercy and life and ultimately love us for who we are right now, today, tomorrow and forever.

Of course…
One thing is required for this to happen…
Open the front door…
The greatest Christmas present ever just might be standing on your front porch…
“Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.” (Revelation 3. 20 ESV)

SeeingGodAtWorkEveryday…
Laugh often and Fear not!
David!

David@seeinggodatworkeveryday.com

 

Trail Running

There is something very exhilarating about running on a trail.
The course is not paved.
The trail has dips and
gulleys and
bumps and
blips and
fissures and
snake tracks and
deer tracks and
bear tracks and… you get the idea

An important lesson from trail running is this… if you want to get down the trail in the most efficient manner…Watch every step!

However, the most important lesson from trail running is this… Listen now…

If you want to enjoy the trail on which you are traversing, you must, you have to, you are required to stop and look around.

It is impossible to enjoy the scenery, the aroma, the views and the majesty of the trail while you are running and watching and inspecting every step with your eyes cast down.

SeeingGodAtWorkEveryday…

Only nine more days until Christmas
That’s at most 216 more hours on the trail until we hit the tape at the finish line of this season we call Advent.
If you are like most people you are watching every step on the trail…
Mailing Christmas cards…
Getting the shopping done early…
Opening the windows on the Advent Calendar with each passing day…
Attending the Christmas Parties…
Counting down the days until you get a day or two off…
Getting ready to travel…
Getting ready to receive travelers…
Singing Christmas Carols in the car…
Going to church…

These are all important steps on the Advent Trail.
But…(And that is one big BUT!)

But…
If we don’t stop… and I mean STOP
I’m not talking about “slowing down.”
I’m talking about “STOPPING.”

If we don’t stop…
We will miss the greatest present of all…
The “presence” of that which we are enjoying on the Advent Trail of life, the very “presence” of God who can point out to us the very things which will touch our hearts in ways unimaginable that makes the journey, the trail all worthwhile as we sojourn to see the Messiah, the Anointed One, the Prince of Peace, the Beloved Son of God…Jesus.

“Be still and know that I am God.” (Psalm 46. 10)

SeeingGodAtWorkEveryday…
Laugh often and Fear not!
David!

David@seeinggodatworkeveryday.com

 

 

Impossible

The text message was quick and to the point: “I PASSED!!! I DID IT!!!
The very test, the very sum question as to whether or not my friend would pass her nursing school exam was summed up in this text.
What she once thought was impossible had just become a glorious reality of success and celebration to that which God had called her to pursue!
Congratulations Chicky!

Have you ever noticed that the word, “IMPOSSIBLE” is a compound word?

Separate the word between the “M” and the “P”…

What do you get?

Im Possible…

Then you have the contraction of “I Am Possible”

SeeingGodAtWorkEveryday…

And so this is how my mind goes…

I Am Possible reminds me of the time when God gives the assignment to Moses at 80 years of age to go and free His people from the Egyptians. Moses makes 7 protestations as to why God has chosen the wrong man. I think I could have come up with 77 reasons as to why I would not be the right choice. One of the protestations that Moses conjures up is, “I don’t even know your name. How can I go back to the Hebrews and tell them that You sent me when I don’t even know your name?”

God says to Moses, “Tell them that ‘I Am” sent you. ‘I am who I am…”

Next time I see the word IMPOSSIBLE
Next time I think the word IMPOSSIBLE
Next time the idea comes into my mind that a certain situation is IMPOSSIBLE
Next time my friends whisper in my ear, “IMPOSSIBLE”
Next time my heart grabs my body and mind and spirit and screams, “IMPOSSIBLE”
Next time my very soul reaches down to the depths of my core and scratches into the bedrock of my being the four syllable word “IMPOSSIBLE”

The next time any of those things happens,
I will RUN…
I will run through my mind
IMPOSSIBLE = Im POSSIBLE = I AM POSSIBLE = GOD POSSIBLE

With God anything is possible!

The question now is, “Do I really believe that?”
And the second question is, “Do you really believe that?”

I know Chicky believes…
I know Mary and Joseph believe…
I know the shepherds believe…
I know the Magi believe…

But Jesus looked at them and said,
“With man this is impossible,
but with God all things are possible.”
(Matthew 19. 26)

SeeingGodAtWorkEveryday…
Laugh often and Fear not!
David!

David@seeinggodatworkeveryday.com

 

Remember


Look at their faces…
Their eyes twinkle like the Bethlehem star.
Their faces are lit up like the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center.
Their cheeks are rosy red.
Their voices fill the room with Christmas cheer.
They are singing Christmas carols and songs of the season.
Their joyful voices sing as one as 30 of them form this most magnificent choir.
They harken us back to our innocent childhood days of the magic of the Christmas season.
They are a choir of most elderly men and women who suffer from the memory stripping disease of Alzheimer’s.

And yet, with their debilitating diminished memory capacities they are able to do that which most of us adults cannot do this time of the year…

Remember

SeeingGodAtWorkEveryday…

Mary Lenard and her longtime friend Marge Ostroushko founded the “Giving Voice Chorus” in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Mary offers that the “magic” of this choir is due to the fact that the music of Christmas, along with other golden oldies are stored in a part of our brain that is last affected by Alzheimer’s disease.

Mary Lenard said she cried at the first rehearsal.
Listen to these most powerful and poignant words…
“It’s a time for them to remember who they were before the disease came,” she says. “They don’t feel like they have Alzheimer’s when they’re singing.”

There is just sixteen more days until Christmas.
I am wondering if you suffer from “Christmas Alzheimer’s.”
I am wondering if you have somehow in some way lost the “magic” of Christmas over the years.
I am wondering if you long for the days of the innocence found at the foot of a lighted Christmas tree with its pine scent filling the room while at its feet, Christmas presents bask in the glow awaiting their day to be ripped open.
I am wondering if the busyness of the season has infiltrated our hearts, minds and calendars so much to the point that we find ourselves breathing a sigh of relief when it’s all over.
I am wondering if you will make and take the time and purposefully carve out whatever time it takes to experience the magic of Christmas and do what the “Giving Voice Chorus” does this time of year…
Remember…

Remember the unadulterated joy of singing…”Hark the herald angels sing… Glory to the newborn king”
Remember the anticipation of Christmas Eve when all through the house everything is as quiet as a mouse…
Remember the voice of Linus who on this day 49 years ago uttered these words on national TV…

And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. (Luke 2. 8-14)

Remember that you are the Reason for the Season… “For God so loved the world (that’s you!) that he gave his one and only Son…” (John 3. 16)

Remember that part of you that cherishes, treasures and simply loves the lights, the glitter, the trees, the hustle and bustle, the quietness and the peace…

Remember the peace that came into the world in the form of a babe to offer you just that… peace.

My hope and prayer is that we can rediscover and remember who we were before the “disease” came, the disease of “Christmas Alzheimer’s”…

Remember…
See if you can remember this Christmas…

SeeingGodAtWorkEveryday…
Laugh often and Fear not!
David!

David@seeinggodatworkeveryday.com

 

 

 

Some Assembly Required

Some Assembly Required…
Three words that seem so
Innocuous
Innocent…
Inviting
Irresistible
And yet so
Irretrievably irritating!

Let’s look at these three words…

SOME…
How much is some?
Two Double A batteries?
Are there instructions?
How many steps are involved?
How long will it take?

ASSEMBLY…
How many parts can there be in this little box?
What tools will be required outside of a screwdriver?
Why couldn’t it be in a bigger box so that no assembly would be required? (I would be happy to pay the extra money to have it already assembled)

REQUIRED…
Basically this means that the product inside the box is not complete and ready for enjoyment until every piece is assembled. It doesn’t say, “Some Assembly Suggested.”
The mere fact that it says, “Some Assembly Required” makes me want to put it down and look for something else, like maybe a gift card.

SeeingGodAtWorkEveryday…

When it comes to my life and in particular my life with God these three words play a vital role.

SOME…
Just some?
How about “All Assembly Required?”
Then again, how much is “some?”

ASSEMBLY…
Once again my hand raises with the question, “Why can’t I come already assembled?”
What’s missing that needs to be added?
What is the time frame for the assembly?

REQUIRED…
This is the word I loathe the most.
The assembling of my life to make me whole and complete is not an option.
It’s not a suggestion.
The Grand Designer says, “It is required.”

I must admit that there are times when I would rather stay in the box, incomplete, in pieces and neatly packed away. Things tend to get messy when you lay all the parts out on the kitchen table for all to see.

Deep down I know that if I stay in the box then I never live.
I want to live…
I want to experience…
I want to be complete…
I want to be assembled…
I want to live out of the box!

 And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ. (Philippians 1. 6 ESV)

SeeingGodAtWorkEveryday…
Laugh often and Fear not!
David!

David@seeinggodatworkeveryday.com

 

The Tree

Look at me!
I am “The Tree!”
Behold my branches…
some long and strong, some short and stubby
hold on and glide your hand over my needles
feel each needle delicately slide across your skin eliciting a thousand feelings
Breathe in the breath that I give to you
Inhale my aroma and let my fragrance tickle your nostrils
Have you ever felt more alive?
Look up at me
I stretch for the sky and the stars
Won’t you reach up with me?
That’s it… Get up on those tip toes
Stretch out your arms for all to see
Shout out your praise
You can be like me…
The Tree!

I am the tree and among all the other trees
Hear my plea, “Take me home please!”

And you do…
And there I stand
in your living room,
your dining room,
your family room,
your great room…
I stand so tall
my branches outstretched for all to behold and take hold
my aroma fills your home with the seasonal fragrance appropriate for the coming day!
I am so honored to be in your home, standing there in all my God given glory!!

Oh, but wait… what are these boxes?
These lights that are being so tightly wrapped around me… was I not bright enough?
These “ornaments” that weigh heavily on my arms… was I not pretty enough?
The tinsel that drapes me and covers my green needles…did I not bring enough bling to the party?
The popcorn and cranberries that cover up my fragrance…did I ultimately stink up the house?
Why must all these “ornaments” be hung on me?
They simply weigh me down and make me something I am not… can’t you see?

Oh, I am trying to stand tall and give you the breath I once gave
But with each passing day, weakness creeps in and my strong branches no longer behave
Drooping, I hold on the best I can
Needles by the tens dropping into the dust pan
The “ornaments” and the “lights” that make the season bright
have literally sucked the life out of me like a blight
I’ve never felt so dead…

With such coverings and with such lights
I, The Tree
am no longer me…
what I have become is something totally different for all to see
oh, how I wish someone would see me for who I am,
Me… The Tree

SeeingGodAtWorkEveryday…

What ornaments, lights and tinsel do we feel compelled to drape on the God given tree of “Me” for all to see so that we can be accepted, loved and welcomed into the homes and hearts of those around us?

May we hear the radical, revolutionary voice of Jesus calling out to us this day,
“Come, just as you are…”

But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not look on his appearance or on the height of his stature, because I have rejected him. For the Lord sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart.” (1 Samuel 16. 7 ESV)

“Jesus comes to us and has a word for us, ‘I dare you to trust that I love you just as you are and not as you should be, because you’re never going to be as you should be…'” (Brennan Manning)

SeeingGodAtWorkEveryday
Laugh often and Fear not!
David!

David@seeinggodatworkeveryday.com

ps – That Brennan Manning quote is my absolute favorite quote…