Showing posts with label rock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rock. Show all posts

Friday, May 20, 2016

Bubbles and Rock - a devotion for you, if you are finding life tough


When things get tough, do you ever eyeball yourself firmly in the mirror and give yourself a pep talk? I know I do. I try to make sure nobody is watching, but even that doesn't always work out.
I’ve come to realize though, that my motivational eyeballings – even the very best ones, are a little bit like wrapping myself in a bubble. For a while I can float along, feeling cushioned from the bite of an anorexic bank account, safely tucked away from bickering kids and in firm denial of my hungry petrol tank.
There’s just one problem with a self-motivated-pep-talk-bubble. It just takes one sharp object, one tiny prick and it pops. I can tell you from experience that when you’re floating in a bubble that bursts, there’s only one way to go and it ain’t up. You feel the teeth of your bank account when you can’t buy the bottle your kid needs for school to make your Mom’s day pressy, when you have to say no to your teenager’s social life because you can’t afford the petrol for the extra trip.
It doesn’t take a sledgehammer to pop a bubble.
Yet somehow, when God speaks, there are no bubbles involved. His Words come with a standard issue of solid rock under your feet and the guts to face life unflinching. No matter what. One word from Him, and I’m on solid ground, light years away from the quicksand of doubt.
From now on when I eyeball myself in the mirror, I'll be saying one thing and one thing only... 
Listen to Jesus, girl. He's got you!
Dianne J. Wilson writes novels from her hometown in East London, South Africa, where she lives with her husband and three daughters.

Finding Mia is available from AmazonPelican / Harbourlight, Barnes & Noble and other bookstores.

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Tuesday, June 16, 2015

I'm a Rock


"Why is your one eye bigger than the other?" asked six-year-old Erin. 
 
"God made me like this," I said.

She ran off to play with no further questions or comments.

Her observation was spot on, but she was the first person to ask about it. My husband was surprised when I mentioned it to him later. He had never noticed the difference in my eyes, even though we've been married for over 41 years. Well, they do say love is blind. . . 
 
My brief conversation with Erin came to mind as I thought about what to write for this blog post. Even though I don’t know His reason, I do know God created me like this. Psalm 139:13 says that He created my inmost being and knit me together in my mother's womb. 

My thoughts drifted to the beautiful dry stone walls which I love in the West of Ireland. They always fascinate and inspire me.


An Irish field demarcated by dry stone walls

A dry stone wall








Dry stone walls were first built many many centuries ago as a way to clear the ground for farming, and to mark out the fields. Rocks and stones were taken from the land and fitted together, each one being chosen for its size and shape to fill a specific niche in the wall—it had to be exactly right as no mortar or other building materials were used. The stones were put together in such a way that their connection with each other made the wall structurally sound.

Today dry stone walls are not just lifeless structures, but they abound with life as they mature. They provide shelter and homes for small creatures. In winter they glow with lichens and mosses and in summer they  blossom with wild flowers.


Flowers growing on a dry stone wall in summer
 That's it! As a Christian in the church, I'm like a rock in a dry stone wall. God made me the way I am, with my personality, gifts, talents, weaknesses, and even my small eye, specifically to fit the niche He has prepared for me. As Paul explains so clearly in 1 Corinthians 12:27, Christians make up the body of Christ "and each one of you is a part of it." (NIV) Wouldn't it be wonderful if we each slotted gladly into the space shaped just right for us and played our allotted role, all the while glowing with life as we gave more and more of ourselves to Christ?