Yes, today I am going to be talking about buggers. Really - someone has to! Ha!
Buggers began being a bigger part of my conversation after we started having children. I'd look down and see a finger up a nose hole at very inconvenient times. I'd have to answer, "what color is the stuff coming out of their nose" questions at the doctor's office. Clear was good. Yellow - not alarming. Green - time to see a doc. Red - something is lose that shouldn't be. Brown - sign of lots of time outside…brown caused the most laughs around our house….yes, there was some comparing. We have two sons!
Yesterday, my nose hairs were stiff and my buggers were black. The answer…Serve Grants Pass. Dennis and I ended up with black spray paint duty - for over 3 hours. Yes, I wore a mask indoors - but then we moved outdoors because of the fumes. Outdoors. 90 degrees - with an occasional breeze. Eventually the mask came off. Black face, black arms, black hands, black hair…black buggers.
(FYI -also not water soluble paint. Ugh.)
You'll never believe where I'm going with this, but thanks for hanging with me here…
"Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks." (Luke 6:45)
I'd say that attitudes and words are evidence of the condition of your heart. "Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it". (Proverbs 4:23 NIV) "Keep your heart with all diligence, for out of it spring the issues of life." (Proverbs 4:23 NKJ)
I know the signs that show when I need the spring of my heart to be refreshed - the daily accumulation of crud washed out - the offenses and hurts (that tend to stick) need spiritual Orange Goop to scrub away all evidence and leave nothing behind.
Last night we used baby oil (it's suppose to soften and release paint), paint thinner (to thin paint!), acetone (I soaked my hands and rubbed them with this stuff), and Orange Goop with pumice (to scrub off paint). We used it all! This morning I used Orange Goop with pumice and a tooth brush to try to reclaim my fingernails.
The most resistant paint was the paint left on for the longest time - in the heat. That paint did not care that we were painting for a good cause.
I think - no, I know - that hurts and offenses allowed to stay attached to our hearts for the longest time become part of us, and are the most resistant to forgiveness.
Catch the paint of offense, hurt, sin, neglect early and that removal process - that forgiveness process - is much easier.
Open your heart to the oil of the Holy Spirit in the area of forgiveness. Allow him to soak you, scrub you, wash you so clean that there's no sticky stuff left that even shows where that dark spot was. Stay in His presence so the sticky stuff won't attract another offense easily. You know what I mean…you took a price tag off of something, but the sticky stuff is still there and attracts dirt like crazy. Allow the Holy Spirit the full and complete permission, time and process so that there is absolutely no sticky stuff left to make that place vulnerable.
Don't get frustrated with the process if it takes longer than you'd like it to take. Keep spending time with the Holy Spirit so that He can do the deep cleaning work, that shines. It shines for the glory of our God.
(No pictures will be included in the making of this blog…) :-)
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
This weekend the best church family in the world (Parkway) did something for our family (the Webbers) that we will never forget.
They celebrated with us (our 20th anniversary of being lead pastors here at Parkway). They enjoyed our family. They enjoyed our friends that aren't usually in the building (either physically or by video) - people they didn't know but loved anyway because we love them. Thank you for every thought, every prayer, every word, every well-kept secret plan and preparation. Thank you for filling our adult sons with your love - and letting our little Webbers be little (they LOVED the streamers shot out of the cannon). Thank you!
Monday, four generations of Webbers did the jet boat trip down the Rogue River - a first with little Webbers. We did the shorter trip and had a blast (although I was counting on great-grandpa getting a little wetter than he did…)!
After the trip, there was a gentleman who seemed to always be where I was. Finally, he asked our son if I was famous. "Is she who I think she is?" Andrew said, "Well, she's famous to us." Very nice. The man said again, "She's not who I think she is?" We kept walking. His next comment to me…"Well, you're much prettier than her anyway."!
Sometimes we are similar. The picture (above) of an inner tube rider is not me - it's my friend Debbie. I really wouldn't post a picture of me in a bikini (ok, she doesn't have a bikini on either.) We must look somewhat similar because when we are out together people consistently ask if we are sisters.
The big similarity needs to be that we all look like…..Jesus. It should not surprise people to find out that we are related to Him! But, He made all of us kids to be so different - and He did that on purpose. You are who you are with eternity reaching destiny in mind. We need you to be - - - you. You hold in your hand the faith key that will unlock someone else's ability to experience FREEDOM. Please don't discount who God made you to be. We.need.you.
Father - thank you for letting us serve alongside so many heroes of the faith. People who walk with You in such a way that brings courage and encouragement in moments they are never aware of. Thank you that we do this journey with those who build up, who rejoice when a step is taken, and know victory when they see it. Thank you for these precious ones who lay down their own desires for the sake of your Kingdom. Thank you for those who contend (and praise You) while under pressure, sorrow, pain and disappointment - a harvest is coming because of their faithfulness.
May You increase in us…...