Have Christ’s consciousness.
Walking in the woods this morning, I called out to God as I so often do. “Please, walk with me.” The sound of gentle footsteps greeted my ears. A warm hand reached out for my own.
“I’ll walk with you,” Jesus said as He pointed to a covey of quail in the thickets. They rose up as we got closer, their wings breaking the hush of the morning. I saw Jesus watching them, His eyes bright, a smile forming on His lips.
“Jesus, I want to be more like you. Can you teach me how?”
“See the world through my eyes. Respond to everything in life with my heart,” Jesus replied.
“But you see everything with eyes of love. You respond to everything with a heart of love,” I said.
“Love is what I came here to teach,” He said and squeezed my hand.
“It’s not always easy to love,” I confessed.
“I know. But make love your daily intention, and ask for my help when you need it. It’s worth the effort. Love will change your life in extraordinary ways,” He explained.
We walked on, listening to the songbirds and watching the clouds drifting lazily above. Every step I took drew me closer and closer to Him, to where I longed to be.
Love is the greatest.
1 Corinthians 13:13
The afternoon felt heavy. An ominous malaise settled down over me. Nothing felt good or right. I pulled on my coat and scarf and pushed open the door, hoping that a gentle walk would lift my spirits. I walked through the meadow, by the tall trees, and listened to their leaves applauding the day on the breeze. Somewhere off in the distance, a farmers dog barked excitedly. The sun did her best to warm my body, but my heart was cold as stone.
“God, can you please help me?” I prayed under my breath with each step I took. “I’m discouraged.”
“Here, take my hand,” God replied and began walking with me. “What seems to be troubling you? Tell me all about it.”
I shared with God the heartaches I’d kept to myself lately. They tumbled out of me fast and furious—tears joining them as I spoke. When I finished, God hugged me. “I’m here for you,” He said. I wiped my nose on my coat sleeve.
“Thank you,” I replied through my sniffles.
“I love you, my sweet Sparrow,” He said softly. We walked the rest of the way in silence, me holding His hand tightly. When we got back to the cottage, I put another log on the fire and cozied up on the chaise. All I had needed to banish my blues was to know that I am loved.
Geese on the wing called to me this morning, urging me to get out of bed. The soft light spilling into my room was all the clock I needed—time to start my day. The feral cats were probably waiting at my kitchen door, noses pressed to the panes, wanting me to feed them. The geese circled the cottage, calling again and again. I threw back the blankets and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. “It’s cold this morning, God,” I said, a shiver running through me.
“It’s winter,” God said, and smiled at me.
I opened the curtains to see a dozen birds vying for position on the feeders. Off beyond the hedgerow, a rabbit hopped lazily in the early sun. “I’ll make us a fire,” I said, “right after I feed the kitties.”
“That would be lovely,” God replied.
“I’d like to spend some time with you this morning,” I said.
“I’d like that,” God said, and smiled again.
After I fed the cats, we sat by the fire and I thanked God for my many blessings and told Him how much I loved Him. I could barely hear the sound of my voice over the beating of His happy heart, its rhythm filling my own with peace.
We would prefer to be out of the body and at home with God.
~2 Corinthians 5:8
“God, why do we have to die?” I asked late in the afternoon when the rain refused to stop and the sky was gray.
“The same reason why the sun sets every evening. It is the natural rhythm of things,” God said as we stood at the window together, looking out on the soggy day.
“But the sun returns. We don’t. It seems so…” I searched for the word. “Sad.”
“I can see how you could think that,” God replied. “But there is more to death than sorrow.”
“What more is there?”
“When your spirit leaves your flesh and bones for the earth to claim, there will be the joy in coming back to me,”
“That sounds lovely, but It’s still hard to let go of all we have here,” I said honestly.
“I know, Sparrow. Remember, I hung on a cross. I know what it’s like.” God reached out and wrapped His arms around me. “Don’t worry about the day you will die. Live now. And when the day comes that I send my angels for you, you’ll not be sad when I open the door and welcome you back to where you came from.”
As we looked out the window, the trees in the yard bowed in the wind. How they willingly surrendered to God’s command! I prayed with all of my heart to be like them to the end of my days.
“Then Abraham fell on his face and laughed and said to himself, “Shall a child be born to a man who
is a hundred years old? Shall Sarah, who is ninety years old, bear a child?”
God has made some outrageous promises over the years. He promised Abraham that he and Sarah would bear a child, even though they were very old. God has made some promises to you, too. He’s promised to love you and cherish you. (John 3:16, Zephaniah 3:17) He’s promised to not tempt you beyond your limits. (1 Corinthians 10:13)
I bet God has made another promise to you. A special promise, that is intended only for you. He made one to me when I was 12 years old. He promised me that I would help others by writing books. It took many, many years to see God’s promise come true, but it did. My first book was published when I was in my late 40’s.
God’s timing is often (much!) slower than we want it to be. Like Abraham, I laughed when I heard God’ promise. In fact, my whole family laughed when I told them I was going to grow up to be a writer. But God was busy working in my life, setting the stage so His promise could come true. Whatever is happening in your life right now, God is setting the stage so He can make good His promise to you.
We must be patient. We must trust that God is at work in our hearts and our lives. We wait on His perfect timing. Don’t quit on God. He isn’t quitting on you! Go the distance. See your promise fulfilled, in its right time. In God’s time.