Monthly Archives: February 2015

A Week In The Life of an Old Married Couple

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Day 1:
This is how iHusband John finagles the latest Apple iToy out of me:
Laying in bed this morning he says,
“We both should get….well…wouldn’t it be great, if, while you’re at work and I’m at work, and anytime we’re away from each other, I could tap your wrist and you’d know it was me tapping you? I need to get you an Apple watch… and one for me, too”.
(…iLovethisguy).

Day 2:
Early morning of John’s day off:
John: “I’m taking your Honda into the dealership to get a tuneup.
Me: “Wait- isn’t that the place that has a Keurig Machine? Take me with you!
John: No. You need to stay in bed.
Me: Well, can I have a hug…and while you’re at it, can you rub my lower back?


Day 3:
I was in my pre-school classroom today, doing the daily routine of wipe-noses-tie-shoes-and-respond-to-renditions-of-last-summer’s-Disneyland-trip, when in walked a florist with a HUGE bouquet of flowers and a note that said,
“Happy 500th month-a-versary”.
What a great guy I married. He is so cute. And sweet. And thoughtful.
And then the florist came in again with another bouquet. And another. And another-five in all, one for every hundred months of marriage.

Yep- we’re old. And married. And Happy.

Day 4:
The Lord loves people, not institutions- that is why religion is not His cup of tea. But I found this phrase regarding marriage in Malachi 2:11: “…The LORD’s holy institution which He loves….” Interesting. Something to think on for the rest of this week…and life, for that matter.

The Donor

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My hero, my brother Al, is waiting for a liver transplant. These days, his life pretty much consists of medical procedures designed to keep him going until help comes. Yet, in spite of pain and sickness, Al remains grateful, hopeful and content.

In regard to his future donor, Al says it’s very humbling, knowing someone will die so he can live.

I’m reminded of another Donor who said,

“I came so that they can have real and eternal life, more and better life than they ever dreamed possible. I am the Good Shepherd who lays down his life for his sheep”. (John 10)

Jesus, our Live-r Donor.

My brother knows this Donor. It’s the secret to his “better life”- his peace- as he waits for another day, his transplant.

If the Shoe Fits

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In the story of Cinderella, the wicked step-sister coerces and crushes her super-sized foot into the glass slipper, striving to win the “prince”- that guy in baby blue designer tights. No accounting for some people’s taste.

But I can relate to the striving. Sometimes I want something so badly, I attempt to force my square-peg craving into the round hole of God’s will. I go at it from every angle; bargaining, justifying, promising to glorify Him with this shiny trinket, offering smoke-screen sacrifices on the altar of my desire.
 I ignore the voice saying,

“Laura, this just isn’t a good fit for you…”. 


Sometimes, through sheer determination, I manage to MAKE the shoe fit.


“Yes…I see that…” 
the Lord whispers, “…But can you WALK in it.”


He waits, watching my spiritual gymnastics, knowing I’ll eventually hobble over to Him with,

“Um…can you help me get this OFF?”


He exchanges it for a custom made one: flexible, with firm support and a soft-in-her-soul quality.


If the shoe fits, wear it; life’s too short and the road’s too hard for walking in anything other than His will. 


I have the bunions to prove it.


“And your ears shall hear a word behind you saying, ‘This is the way, walk in it.” Isaiah 30:21

What’s Inside

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My mom kept her “good” jewelry in cereal boxes. It was an outstanding hiding place. So great, in fact, my sisters found themselves out standing by the trash cans, digging through garbage to reclaim those boxes after surprising mom by “helping” her clean out her pantry.

IT’S NOT MY FAULT! Those boxes were three years past the expiration date! The boxes were pretty heavy, but I figured the raisins in the bran had petrified to stone. Anyway, this reminds me of the verse in Second Corinthians 4:7:


“We have this treasure in earthen vessels that this exceedingly great power may be known to come from God and not ourselves.”


In other words, anything good in me, comes from God. Ask my sisters. They are the only ones who knew me when and know me now, and I’m certain there are times they’d like to toss me out, because even though I have the Spirit of God living in me, that wasn’t always the case, and besides-there’s still that issue of the cereal box – that earthen vessel, to contend with.


Most of us were no better than fodder for the landfill before Jesus came along. By “most”, I mean me, and by “landfill”, I mean hell. In fact, one of the names for hell is Gehenna, located south of Jerusalem,which was the city dump and outdoor crematorium of sorts for every kind of decomposing and detestable thing.
 Then Jesus, the original Expert on energy renewal and “Go Green” Guy, dumpster-dived and recycled me. 
I’m still just a cereal box – expiration date to be announced-but I have a better-than-bling treasure in me.

That is why we never give up. Though our bodies are dying, our spirits are being renewed every day. ( 2 Corinthians 4:16)

Put on your new nature, and be renewed as you learn to know your Creator and become like him. (Colossians 3:10)

Minor Adjustment, Major Results

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I’ve spent the majority of my life trusting in the Lord, but in the past few years, that’s changed.
Gone are my shopping lists slapped on God’s refrigerator, and the newsletters sent heavenward with pleading headlines of, “Only You Can Save This Child From a Life of Despair!”
My trust is no longer merely IN the Lord; my trust IS the Lord. I rely, not in prayers answered, but in He is the Answer; not that He fixes, but that He is fixed in His sovereignty, grace, love and justice.
A great confidence and peace has come in putting all things Under God. The clutter’s cleared, the clatter silenced; a thousand fretful pleas replaced with Please…Be Thou My Vision.
Not that I don’t pray. I do- I pray very specifically, but my focus is not on the specifics, but on the General, who rules all and really does have the whole world in His hands. This brings freedom, and gratitude, security and joy. I am able to really enjoy the fragments, because I know the feast will come- if not here, then in heaven.
I don’t need the company of answered prayer. I can be alone- in Christ Alone.
“Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord,
Whose trust IS the Lord. Jeremiah 17:7 (emphasis mine)