Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Six months earlier my brother had run out in front of a car trying to join me on the other side. Doctors had done all they could, while insurance had paid all they would, and now we were living with the unbelievable reality. My brother laying in coma, body lifeless with only eyes that followed you as if he could understand every word you said. Although doctors had no certainty for us, we spoke gently with the heart only an eight year old boy would understand, as if he knew everything we were were saying. This was also the best therapy for us in caring for him. Every morning I would run down the stairs to welcome my brother to a new day. His hospital bed was set up in the dinning room where we could all share in his care. This morning in the wee hours of the night, when I usually found myself in deep sleep, I was a waken by voices. As I came down the stairs I found my parents and great uncle and Aunt wide awake, as if it were in the middle of the day. Men in the kitchen and women sitting with my brother. As I approached the dinning room, lying between them in his bed was my brother struggling for every breath. It was a Saturday night and normally I would have been sent back to bed so I would be ready for church the next day. For a ten year old girl I somehow managed to stay up with the adults. As the sun began to come up more family began to arrive. Before long our house was full of cousins, grandparents and more aunts and uncle's as if it were a few weeks later and our Thanksgiving feast had begun. Later that afternoon we surrounded his bed and the struggle came to an end. There was finally peace, the battle was won, and the pain was lifted. I knew without a doubt my brother was home, in the arms of Jesus, the most fantastic, beautiful, comforting place. I knew this from facts I had trusted in all my life.
Now 41 years later my friend was overwhelmed by her struggle to breath. A few hours later her battle ended. She now enjoys that peace I believe we all have waiting for us. This struggle to breath is so heart wrenching for us to watch, but there is a struggle that is much worse. The drowning, struggle to breath we don't recognize with the same senses. A life full of pain. A life trapped in sin. A life separated from God. A soul gasping for every breath they take. Families need each other in loss but these lives are craving eternal life and family that never ends. These lives are walking around among us choking to death in need of true life. Are we surrounding then in these times of need? Are we bringing them to the great physician? As hard as it can be to stand that close to death don't forget to see the souls around us everyday struggling to breath. Be the life to takes their hand and lead them gently home into death that brings life.
Martha we will miss you. Your death was only a passing over to your home and we will all join you one day, but until then let us seek out the hurting, struggling to breath and stand by their side, and lead them to eternal life. The true life giving breath.
Saturday, December 06, 2014
When I was ten my mother was directing me over the phone in filling out a camp application. When I asked her if I had any health issues they needed to know about she said, "You have verbal diarrhea." As I asked her how to spell it she started to laugh. With frustration in my tone I asked, "What's so funny?" As the words began to sink in, and become clear, I joined her in laughter. I was well on my way in learning the family gift of speech.
This kind of conversational training must start quite young. My youngest daughter had to learn under very rough conditions. She was the youngest Montgomery woman for a few years until my sisters added two more girls into the mix, making a total of nine. Our daughter Micah would try and jump into the conversation and not have a loud enough decibel to launch her campaign. Her efforts were finely caught on video to document the training process. She would tap my shoulder and calmly make her request. When I gave her no response she would try again and again and again getting louder each time till I would abruptly turn and scold her for being so loud and not being patient. Before too long she was no longer waiting to be giving permission and mastered the Montgomery craft of conversation. “Chaos….?” not to us. This past year our first granddaughter brought the total to ten. Her training has already begin. She is learning baby sign along with the first few words needed to take control of everyone, gaining all the attention in the room.
We know each other so well that we can use hand motions and grunts to get our point across. The more we are together the more we know what each other are about to say. "The highest level of conversation", like I said in the beginning. Although I could go on and blow our own horn, there is another form of conversation that surpasses ours. I know you find this hard to believe, but hang in here for a few more minutes.
You have searched me, Lord,
and you know me.
2 You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
3 You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
4 Before a word is on my tongue
you, Lord, know it completely.
In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans. 27 And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for God’s people in accordance with the will of God.
If you would like some training in this special ability you can join me. Find a special place in your home, coffee shop or my favorite, a place outside. In this place you will need comfortable seating and maybe a small table. Bring your favorite bible, notepad and pin. I also like to have highlighters and note cards. My daughter knew how to get my attention and you will learn quickly how to get Gods. Tap on his shoulder....again and again if you don't hear him clear. Open the word for a few minuets and meditate on them. Raise your thoughts up to him again and again as you read his word every day. He is searching your innermost parts to know you! Before long you will be in daily and even moment to moment conversation. To the world, this may sound like chaos, but between you and God, the most awesome relationship you will ever have. Truly the highest level of conversation.
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Pen and paper can't do these two words justice. You really need to experience them. Let me explain them to you. When my children were young we lived far away from my parents and hometown. As a young mother, I was busy with the day to day life of raising my five children and was distracted enough to not miss home until halfway through the year. On occasion I had to stretch that out to almost a full year. As we would draw near to the Indiana state line, knowing that meant only a few more miles, my heart would start to race. My mouth followed shortly after with nonstop comments to my children about details of every little thing we drove past. When we would pull up in front of the house my parents would run out to meet us with opened arms and hugs to go around.
This past year our oldest son has been back in the states raising support and visiting sponsoring churches. They have spent hours working on paperwork to file for their residency visa. As they have crisscrossed the states in all their efforts they've been able to catch up on family time. We have been blessed to have a room and beds for them to call their own when they come through. This past week it had been some time since we had seen them last. They had just had one of those long days of many hours driving, as I remembered from our days of having little ones in a car. We had been watching out the window for the head lights. Suddenly there they were, two bright lights comings down the road. As they pulled in the drive we started making our way out the door. Only one child was awake. As the door on the other side of the car opened and my son started to get out, the dome light lit up my middle grandson's face who had the most excited look on his face. Hands held high in clinched fist, with all the energy he could muster, I could read his lips as he said "Meme". I ran to the car, opened the door and couldn't unbuckle the car seat fast enough. I'm sure I said something but I couldn't tell you what it might have been. Do they see my excitement? Will they one day anticipate seeing me run out to them? Will they quote me and my quirky way I greet them? I pray one day I overhear all my grand kids laughing and sharing together about the silly way Meme welcomes them into my home. More than that I pray they understand why.
Gods plan for family is awesome and to think he waits for us to visit him. It may be in prayer at those scary moments of life or when you have opened his word to learn more about him. I like those days when I'm walking along in silence and see his beauty. You see, he, more than I could ever imagine, waits and anticipates our arrival into his arms. Why do we seem to hold back? I want him to hear us sitting around chatting about our encounters with him. Will he hear us reveal something he didn't expect us to grasps in our small minds?
This is my favorite holiday, as i'm sure it is to some of you. Have a blessed Thanksgiving and find the excitement of God in your life.
Saturday, November 08, 2014
Devotionals from Mom
No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.
Tuesday, November 04, 2014
A few days before he was pondering this very message and he shared it with me. "Tomya he said, "please help me remember this thought. This time of year we think of bats, spiders and the things that scare us. We want to have fun with the element of fear. The thing is that after the holiday is over we put that all aside, blow out the candles in our Jack-o-lanterns and go back to the normal. Not all people can do that. They go home to a life that is still full of fear, scary uncertain existence they live with every day. Children who are afraid of the discipline from an abusive parent. Parents not knowing where the next meal will come from. A wife who fears where her husband is at 2 am. A husband who seems to never make his wife happy. Fear is all around us. Some never get away from it. God knows about our fear. Joshua had his own fears. When Joshua was fearful and uncertain about the future, God told him to be strong and courageous. Not just once but several times. Chapter 1 of Joshua we read that Moses has just died and he is now to lead the people. God tell him this:
When Craig shared this message even though it was for only 3 minuets you could feel the peace and warmth as we stood in that circle. What as awesome message God placed on his heart. Thank you for being a man of God with a heart to remind us when life seems to be fearful and we are too weak to go on God is there. Joshua was a young man with a big job to do. We may feel we can't go on some days but he is there to remind us we can. There is a family for you. A place to draw on the strength of God to make us strong and courageous for our walk ahead. Fear.......does not have to own us. Leave fear for the holiday. With God as our hope and strength we can be strong and courageous. Thanks Craig for the reminder.
Saturday, September 06, 2014
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
What can one little hug tell you? Well it can tell you that you're loved. It can say I'm sorry or just a simple hello. Today this little hug said so much more. Let me ask you a question. How do you know if you still go it? GOT IT you ask? Got what? Are you still able to have an effect on people? Are you still making a difference in the world? Let me paint a picture for you. Have you ever met a person who was old and still lived as though it were decades earlier? Not that they acted young. They just never left their generation. They still lived as if it were 50 years ago. You know the person who disapproves of teens getting a cell phone cause they didn't need it when they were growing up. How about this, there's too many new versions of the bible. We need to all use the KJV, it was all we needed in our time. Keep that thought for a moment. Now picture another person. Hair is graying and their face has lost the youthfulness it once had, but when they speak you would think they were reading your mind. They stay current with life and changes that minister to the world. You forget they are 20, 30 even 50 years older then you. That's what this hug did for me. It told me "I still got it". Now are you following me? Am I relevant or redundant? Current or dated, got it or lost it? Tonight I was sitting in church and her eyes caught mine. She whispered to her mom and left her pew and headed across the isle. Smile on her face as she reached up for me to pick her up. She through her arms around my neck and squeezed. What a hug. I wasn't her mom, grandma or even one of her friends. I am her bible class teacher. This hug said it doesn't matter if your hair is gray or you're not of my generation. It said, I still got it. I still have purpose to the younger generation. I may grow too old to crawl around on the floor with her one day but I will still have something to give? When I was in my early 20's I was asked to make a list of 5yr, 15yr and long term goals for myself. I think I've done pretty good with the first two but now for the long term goals. I'll share it with you. It was a picture I drew in my mind. I saw myself alone with no family around. You may think this is sad. Well to me the excursize was to think far into the future. I wanted to think of when I felt little left in life that I could still be useful in the kingdom. I pictured myself living in a home but very simple. One bedroom made up for kids to play in. I would invite young moms over to my home away from the dishes and laundry. A new fun place for their children. An opportunity to just get out of the house to visit without stopping their day to day to clean and prepare. I would share Gods word with them while their children played and felt at home. Of course before leaving the moms always helped their children pick up the room for their next visit, knowing I was too old to crawl around and do it my self. To me this was a beautiful picture. I never want to feel alone, used up or past my use by date. I don't want to be sad for my station in life no matter how it looks. I want to know that I have something to give. I want to know I still got it. We and the world around us change. Are we adapting? I want to always find a place where I can make a difference. I hope when I'm older I'll be ready to receive a hug from a little one and be reminded of my purpose to always make a difference.
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Your father and I are so proud of you.
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Devos from Mom
How do you handle yourself in the work place, school, or just out with people in the world? Do you sometimes get made fun of or suffer some kind of persecution for your life style or things you say? If not, evaluate you life. Are you any different then those in the world? Do you ever speak the word of God and how it apposes that which is going on around you? Know this, God’s word and living it out never goes unrewarded. Read this story.
16 Once when we were going to the place of prayer, we were met by a slave girl who had a spirit by which she predicted the future. She earned a great deal of money for her owners by fortune-telling. 17 This girl followed Paul and the rest of us, shouting, “These men are servants of the Most High God, who are telling you the way to be saved.” 18 She kept this up for many days. Finally Paul became so troubled that he turned around and said to the spirit, “In the name of Jesus Christ I command you to come out of her!” At that moment the spirit left her.
19 When the owners of the slave girl realized that their hope of making money was gone, they seized Paul and Silas and dragged them into the marketplace to face the authorities. 20 They brought them before the magistrates and said, “These men are Jews, and are throwing our city into an uproar 21 by advocating customs unlawful for us Romans to accept or practice.”
22 The crowd joined in the attack against Paul and Silas, and the magistrates ordered them to be stripped and beaten. 23 After they had been severely flogged, they were thrown into prison, and the jailer was commanded to guard them carefully. 24 Upon receiving such orders, he put them in the inner cell and fastened their feet in the stocks.
25 About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the other prisoners were listening to them. 26 Suddenly there was such a violent earthquake that the foundations of the prison were shaken. At once all the prison doors flew open, and everybody’s chains came loose. 27 The jailer woke up, and when he saw the prison doors open, he drew his sword and was about to kill himself because he thought the prisoners had escaped. 28 But Paul shouted, “Don’t harm yourself! We are all here!”
29 The jailer called for lights, rushed in and fell trembling before Paul and Silas. 30 He then brought them out and asked, “Sirs, what must I do to be saved?”
31 They replied, “Believe in the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved—you and your household.” 32 Then they spoke the word of the Lord to him and to all the others in his house. 33 At that hour of the night the jailer took them and washed their wounds; then immediately he and all his family were baptized. 34 The jailer brought them into his house and set a meal before them; he was filled with joy because he had come to believe in God—he and his whole family.
35 When it was daylight, the magistrates sent their officers to the jailer with the order: “Release those men.” 36 The jailer told Paul, “The magistrates have ordered that you and Silas be released. Now you can leave. Go in peace.”
37 But Paul said to the officers: “They beat us publicly without a trial, even though we are Roman citizens, and threw us into prison. And now do they want to get rid of us quietly? No! Let them come themselves and escort us out.”
38 The officers reported this to the magistrates, and when they heard that Paul and Silas were Roman citizens, they were alarmed. 39 They came to appease them and escorted them from the prison, requesting them to leave the city. 40 After Paul and Silas came out of the prison, they went to Lydia’s house, where they met with the brothers and encouraged them. Then they left.
Sometimes like Paul and Silas God rewards us right away. They lived what they believed.
They praised God when beaten and put in prison.
Those that were watching them were baptized.
Because of their level of citizenship leaders feared what they could do.
WOW! What a list. Remember not always will we see the rewards in our life time. It may be a grandchild or someone who watched you from a distance that you don’t even know. Could be those you go to school or work with that quietly watch. Maybe you lead VBS or taught a class. We don’t know who is watching just know God will reward his Word in us. Do we live the word? Do others see us and want to know how to get what we have?