Posts Tagged "Psalms"

Remember and Be Glad. . . My Choice

Posted by on Dec 7, 2015 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

Remember and Be Glad. . . My Choice

We visited an outlet store the other day. They advertised a free coffee mug if you purchased $30.00 of items. I wasn’t there to buy. I was there to see about a book signing. But, the more I walked around the store, the more Christmas sales I found. I ended up with a mug. It has the verse Psalm 118:24 on it. Christmas is everywhere these day; stores, work, home, church. If you are a Scrooge, it isn’t a good time of year for you. Or, if you’ve recently lost a family member. Or maybe, it is the first holiday season since your loved one passed. Either way, it is difficult. As a nurse, I’ve seen it many times. I know this first-hand, too.   November 23rd was the due date eight years ago of our unborn child. It seems like every eight-year-old child I see this year is cuter than cute. December 2nd was the 85th anniversary of marriage of George and Mildred Jones, my grandparents. It was also the 18th anniversary of the day Grandma McKnight went to heaven. December 7th is remembered as Pearl Harbor Day. But, for me it is remembered as the day Grandpa McKnight followed Grandma to heaven. Next month there are more such anniversaries, ones that I note. Every. Single. Year.   So, what are we to do? What would my mother and grandparents want me to do? Would they be thankful if I spent the day moping around and feeling sorry for myself? I think not. Yet, that can be a real temptation. Sometimes, the loss just reaches out and grabs me by the neck and squeezes. It comes at the strangest moments.   Maybe it is when the girl’s choir lines the walls of the church and raises their voices in praise to the Lord. I glance at my husband, his eyes shut, head moving slightly to the music, a look of joy and peace on his face and I am reminded of the look on Grandpa McKnight’s face when he heard glorious music. Of course, the pew would have been shaking from his laugh-cry if it had been Grandpa.   Maybe it’s when looking at an adult coloring book of Psalms and I flashback to memories of Grandma McKnight listening to us recite Psalms to her.   Or, maybe it is in a patient’s room when the old man in the bed is watching episode after episode of westerns. I stand there, holding my breath. Will Matt Dillon save Miss Kitty? And, why didn’t they ever get married anyway? Then, in my mind I see Grandpa Jones sitting on his couch watching his favorite show. My eyes burn.   Or maybe, when my husband opens the shades in the kitchen to let in the morning sun and sings, “Sunshine in her window, makes Miriam happy. . .” and I remember just how much Grandma Jones loved John Denver.   Or even when the eight-year-old young lady and her daddy...

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God’s Message to Me. . . and You!

Posted by on Mar 19, 2014 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts | 1 comment

Over the past several years my pattern has been to read Psalms for my devotions. I read five a day, starting with the Psalm that matches the date and then adding thirty, sixty, ninety, etc.   One great result of this habit is that now I have a journal-of-sorts of these years. As I read I can see from the notes in the margins, the underlined verses, and even the underlined sections in my Life Application Bible just what was going on that day. Not just that, but I can see how God spoke to me and met my need.   Today I was reading Psalm 41. This month I am mixing it up and just reading straight through.   Psalm 41:2-3 are bracketed and beside it I’ve written, “Daddy – December 2012!!” The verses say this: “The LORD will preserve him, and keep him alive; and he shall be blessed upon the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him unto the will of his enemies. The LORD will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.”   The reason this stood out to me that day was, well, it was so obvious.   You see, I read this passage that day from my daddy’s Bible. I was standing beside his hospital bed in the ICU at the VA in Sturgis. He had just suffered two seizures. He was still unconscious. I was scared to death and trying not to show it. I looked around the room and there, on the top of his belongings sat his Bible. Picking it up, I turned to the Psalms and started in on my pattern. And, there it was, in front of God and everyone. God’s message for Miriam for the day!   Now, I’m not one to say that God always will give such a clear answer. Many times He doesn’t. But, that day—God did. When I returned to the waiting room I told Mom, “You’ll never guess what the passage I read Daddy said.” She was amazed.   And when Daddy woke up and his mind cleared from the seizures and meds, I told him and He was encouraged.   You see, God’s Word is there to speak to us, teach us, and encourage us. Today and everyday! Don’t forget to find God’s message for you...

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Making it till Midnight

Posted by on Aug 28, 2013 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts, Uncategorized |

Some years ago I started reading the Psalms for my devotions. Someone suggested a reading program that allows you to read through the Psalms in a month. I love the Psalms. Many of them remind me of Grandma McKnight. She often had us memorize verses from the Psalms when we visited their home. This has been my “go-to” devotional plan when I don’t have anything else specific and I admit, I’ve fallen back on this plan so much I’ve probably neglected the New Testament. However, how can you go wrong with the Psalms? Today I collected my Bible, a notebook, and a devotional book and with a mug of tea in hand I settled on the couch. I read the five chapters but each verse was a battle. My mind wouldn’t settle. My plans for this week aren’t quite going right. Cares of the world are weighing heavy. I found my mind jumping all over the place. So, I read a few verses in Philippians then returned to Psalms. I would read them again. This time I found a treasure. (It was there before, I know.) Psalm 118:24 This is the day which the LORD hath made, we will rejoice and be glad in it. Memories flooded back. Grandpa McKnight was known for his “sayings.” He had favorite phrases, sayings, and stories that he liked to use. They were repeated so consistently and predictably that our family can bring Grandpa into any situation just by copying his saying. It’s pretty awesome, really. One of his sayings would occur whenever you asked him how he was feeling. “Oh, I think I’ll make it till midnight,” he would quip. We would grin. He didn’t complain about how he was feeling, he didn’t gloat about feeling terrific, he simply said he thought he’d make it till midnight. In December of 1997 Grandma McKnight went to heaven. She was ready and though we would miss her we knew she wouldn’t be in all of that pain up there. We gathered to say goodbye and buried her on Saturday. The next morning we joined Grandpa at church where he was the interim pastor. He stood inside the foyer as my sister, Cheryl and I came through the door. “How are you this morning?” one of us asked. I waited, knowing what he would say. My heart needed to hear it. The assurance. The continuity. The tradition. What came out of his mouth wasn’t what we expected and our mouths dropped open, I’m sure. “This is the day which the LORD hath made, we will rejoice and be glad in it.” I looked at Cheryl and she looked at me. We smiled at Grandpa, gave him a hug and went to our seats. That evening my Grandpa got in his car to drive back to church, but instead his soul traveled to heaven.  As I stood by his empty body in the ER that moment in the church came back to me. Did he know?...

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