Saturday, July 9, 2011

Chandler's Art

Corben got a back pack out of Chandler's closet yesterday that has Chandler's name engraved on it.  He asked me yesterday if he could pack his stuff in it to go to the beach next week.  Well, today, Corben came to me and told me that he found some things of Chandlers so I went to Chandler's/Corben's room to see what he was talking about it.  In that back pack that he had gotten out yesterday, there were some binders and folders.  So, I sat in the floor and took them out and started looking.  It was some of Chandler's art work.  I've found some of Chandler's art already in his room but I knew that there had to be more.  I just didn't know where it was.  I was so happy to have my hands on his stuff.  There was art work that I haven't seen in a while but I remembered them.  There was also the original drawing of his "Jesus and Me" artwork that we all love so much.  There was another drawing that was a portrait of our family.  The original portrait that he drew from was taken before Corben and Carlie was born.  So, he sketched the drawing of that portrait that had me, Chad, Chandler and Caleb in it.  But, then, he added Corben and Carlie to the drawing.  The funny thing is that when he drew Carlie, he drew her crying.  She was young when he drew it and I guess he thought she cried a lot so she is crying in the drawing.  It brought tears to my ears seeing his art but it also brought a smile to our faces seeing how he drew some of the stuff.  I am so thankful that Chandler loved to draw.  If he didn't, I wouldn't have all of his art work to look at.  I'm planning to frame the portrait that Chandler drew of us.  I will cherish it forever - along with everything else of his! 

Friday, July 8, 2011

Learning to carry the burden will lead to being able to soar

They will soar on wings like eagles. (Isaiah 40:31)

     There is a fable about the way birds first got their wings.  The story goes that initially they were made without them.  Then God made the wings, set them down before the wingless birds, and said to them, "Take up these burdens and carry them."
     The birds had sweet voices for singing, and lovely feathers that glistened in the sunshine, but they could not soar in the air.  When asked to pick up the burdens that lay at their feet, they hesitated at first.  Yet soon they obeyed, picked up the wings with their beaks, and set them on their shoulders to carry them.
     For a short time the load seemed heavy and difficult to bear, but soon, as they continued to carry the burden and to fold the wings over their hearts, the wings grew attached to their little bodies.  They quickly discovered how to use them and were lifted by the wings high into the air.  The weights had become wings.
     This is a parable for us.  We are the wingless birds, and our duties and tasks are the wings God uses to lift us up and carry us heavenward.  We look at our burdens and heavy loads, and try to run from them, but if we will carry them and tie them to our hearts, they will become wings.  And on them we can then rise and soar toward God.
     There is no burden so heavy that when lifted cheerfully with love in our hearts will not become a blessing to us.  God intends for our tasks to be our helpers; to refuse to bend our shoulders to carry a load is to miss a new opportunity for growth. J. R. Miller
     No matter how overwhelming, any burden God has lovingly placed with His own hands on our shoulders is a blessing.  Frederick William Faber

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Devotion

He made me into a polished arrow. (Isaiah 49:2)    


     Pebble Beach, on the California coast, has become quite famous for the beautiful pebbles found there.  The raging white surf continually roars, thundering and pounding against the rocks on the shore.  These stones are trapped in the arms of the merciless waves.  They are tossed, rolled, rubbed together, and ground against the sharp edges of the cliffs.  Both day and night, this process of grinding continues relentlessly. And what is the result?
     Tourists from around the world flock there to collect the beautiful round stones.  They display them in cabinets and use them to decorate their homes.  Yet a little farther up the coast, just around the point of the cliff, is a quiet cove.  Protected from the face of the ocean, sheltered from the storms, and always in the sun, the sands are covered with an abundance of pebbles never sought by the travelers.
     So why have these stones been left untouched through all the years?  Simply because they have escaped all the turmoil and the grinding of the waves.  The quietness and peace have left them as they have always been - rough, unpolished, and devoid of beauty - for polish is the result of difficulties.
     Since God knows what niche we are to fill, let us trust Him to shape us to it.  And since He knows what work we are to do, let us trust Him to grind us so we will be properly prepared.

O blows that strike!  O hurts that pierce
   This fainting heart of mine!
What are you but the Master's tools
   Forming a work Divine?

Nearly all of God's jewels are crystallized tears.  
--Streams in the Desert