And God Created Egrets

On one of our trips to Lake Erie, we stopped by the Port Clinton Lighthouse. 

We walked along the beach and searched for lake glass,

 then sat on a bench and watched the waves.

We were preparing to leave when I turned and 

looked toward the two ponds that sit in front of the lighthouse. 

A speck of white caught my attention. 

As I moved closer to the water, an egret stood. 

What a beauty. I am partial to these remarkable birds, with their graceful movements. 

As with any of God's creation, I love to watch them and learn their ways. 

Fun fact: they build their stick nests near the water, but high in the trees. 

Fortunately, this bird was photogenic!  

My Hope is in God

Psalm 31:24

Be strong and take heart,
    all you who hope in the Lord.

God infuses me with strength, even when I'm weak.

Last Saturday, I moved all of our clocks ahead at three o'clock in the afternoon. I thought I could trick myself into thinking we wouldn't lose an hour of sleep. This tactic didn't work. My body knows the difference. It's been a struggle to wake up this week even though the light shines through the blinds and my dog barks. My ambition to start the day fades. I just want to sleep.

Maybe some of you feel the same way. The time change messes with our physiological being. And I think the change weakens my emotional, mental, and spiritual life.

The one good thing about jumping forward—the change happens in the spring. A time of hope in new life.

King David survived wars, sins, self-loathing, and distress. So my tiny, little complaint about the time change seems unimportant. Yet as I read Psalm 31, no matter the circumstance, I need to trust God. He cares about the little things as well as the big ones. My hope is in the one who created me, the one who breathed life into my soul.

As we face trials take heart and look to God for strength.

Right now our nation is fighting to stop the spread of the Corona Virus (COVID-19.) While we wait, as the doctors, scientists, and leaders figure out what to do—take the problem to the Great Physician. Pray about it, use common sense, and and continue to hope in Jesus.

How Will I Respond?

Psalm 20:5

We will shout for joy when you are victorious, and will lift up our banners in the name of our God.

A response is a written or verbal reaction.

Photo by Maggie Wickline Jowers

In January, I chose "response" as my word for the year. I'm in deep with this word; honing appropriate answers, pausing before I spew a reply. Recently, I spilled my guts over something, when I should have backed up and evaluated my words a bit more. (Actually, that's happened more than a time or two.) Once my reaction landed, I couldn't take it back.

My mom is currently in a rehab facility. After a hospital stay, she was moved to a great place where the people are caring and kind. Yet, if I see something I think needs addressed, I find myself at the nurses' station asking questions. Not a bad thing, right? Not at all, as long as I keep my mouth in check. 

God urges me to be kind even when I'm fired up.

God gifted humans with emotion. He created us with feelings that enhance communication. He also gave us a guide for our reactions to each other. Galatians 5:22-23 shares a beautiful list of positive responses. "But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control." I need to sprinkle these God-given emotions and characteristics throughout my responses.

As a believer in Jesus, he asks us to show the world who he is. Let's share the gospel by responding with God's love.

Control?

My word for the year is response. 

On Saturday, I'll post more about how I am working with this slippery word.