Archive for October, 2013

Monday’s To-Do List

After my second cup of coffee this morning, I meditated on my Monday To-Do List.

Here’s what went through my mind:

Ai yi yi yi yi!

Between feeding chickens, helping Tom, checking on Mom, and organizing a just-moved-in house, I couldn’t find a sticky big enough.

I think the term is overwhelmed.

I pulled out my Bible.

Here’s what Psalm 105:1-4 says:

“Oh give thanks to the LORD, call upon His name. Make known His deeds among the peoples. Sing to Him, sing praises to Him; speak of all His wonders.

Glory in His holy name; let the heart of those who seek the LORD be glad. Seek the LORD and His strength; Seek His face continually.”

Here’s my new list:

Give thanks.

Call on the LORD’s name.

Make His deeds known.


Speak of Him.

Glory in His name.

Be glad.

Seek Him.

That list is doable.

And I think it makes all the other stuff doable.

Here’s a song I’m going to be singing today.

Have a great Monday.

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We Are All Writers

Psalm 45:1 says, “My heart overflows with a good theme; I address my verses to the King; my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.”

That’s the Psalm I read yesterday.

I hadn’t written in weeks. I felt guilty. It wasn’t that I didn’t have a lot to say. Several times over the last few weeks I’ve thought something I experienced or observed would be helpful or hilarious. But with farming and moving into a new house, I’ve maintained a certain degree of exhaustion.

So yesterday, when I read the Psalm I asked the Lord to help my tongue be a ready writer for my King.

I’ve been attending an acidic food class in Asheville. Each day we meet and listen to about 6 hours of lecture on food safety. And did I mention we are tested after each chapter?

After the morning quiz, the professor instructed us to load into vans since he had a lunch mix-up with the hotel. We were eating at Cracker Barrel, and he was buying.

We arrived and waited. I stood next to a woman from the class. Turns out we were seated together. Just the two of us at a table for four.

We talked about our families. I mentioned my King. She shared the same Master. Turns out, she has a difficult marriage. I encouraged her from God’s Word to hang in there and depend on the Lord. After we finished, we rode in her car back to the hotel.

We listened to the Christmas Cantata she’s practicing. Then we sang.

Since the hotel was just minutes away from the restaurant, we finished one song and stayed in the car to sing another.

“O come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.”

It felt good to sing about our King. Especially with another citizen of heaven.

I prayed with her.

She cried.

We went back to class.

After class, she caught me in the hallway.

“Thank you so much for praying with me. It meant a lot.”

You never know when you’ll have the privilege of sharing the Gospel of Christ. Or encouraging a brother or sister.

Like the Psalmist, make sure your tongue is the pen–and be a ready writer.