Make the most of every opportunity.Colossians says it this way: Be wise in the way you act toward outsiders; make the most of every opportunity. Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone. (4:5-6) A couple of years ago, I had several stories in this Lessons From the Edge series which had to do with a man I referred to as "D". He moved into Edgewood shortly after I began working there, and lived almost across the hall from the Activity Room. I saw him frequently by virtue of our proximity, and he came to lots of activities, too. It didn't take long for him to win my heart. He was a delightful man and I was blessed to be part of his life. D and I spoke often about Jesus, and even prayed together for D's salvation. He struggled with accepting God's love, but over and over I reminded him of that Truth. In time, D was in need of more care than was available at Edgewood, so he moved. And not too long after that, he moved again. To live with his daughter in another state. I was privileged to see him last Christmas when he came back to Michigan. (One of his daughters lives near to me, so I went to her house for a visit.) But that was my final opportunity. This week I received an email from one of his daughters telling me he had passed away that morning. So, I've been thinking a lot this week about the brief opportunities I have to be part of a person's life. At Edgewood, and otherwise. Can you even fathom the immensity of your reach? From the cashier at the grocery store, to your next-door neighbor, to your great-aunt and your cousin "Louey", and the colleague down the hall at work. We come into contact with so many people. It may be for a moment, for a season, or for a lifetime. But whatever the length of the interaction, we can be used by God to make some eternal differences. If we watch for the opportunity and obey His promptings. Who are the people you're seeing today? Make the most of every opportunity. Disclaimer: The ideas and opinions expressed in this post are my own, and may not necessarily reflect those of Vista Springs Living Centers.
Friday, December 06, 2013
Thursday, December 05, 2013
And the winners of the Kathy Troccoli Christmas CDs are...Jennifer and Tamrah! Are you ready for this? I asked my kids to help by drawing the names. Elizabeth picked Jennifer's paper, then Josh drew one out and - put it in his mouth. He chewed on it and acted like he was eating the paper. Ha, ha. Funny guy. But before I knew what had happened, he opened his mouth and - the paper was gone. "Did you seriously EAT that?" I shrieked. Josh just smiled. And said, "Now we'll need to wait until tomorrow to see who won!" You know, when he uses the bathroom. *ahem* But, have no fear! I figured a way to get around his trickery. I just looked at the remaining names and deduced the winner was the one whose name was missing. I'm brilliant. And that's how I knew Tamrah was the other winner. Came to that conclusion through a process of elimination. *wink*
Wednesday, December 04, 2013
Have you heard of Saeed Abedini and his plight for freedom from an Iranian prison? I have been praying for Saeed for quite some time, anticipating a movement from God on his behalf. At times it has seemed the leaders of our country have been on his side, making efforts to secure his freedom. But recently, they missed what should have been a "certain" opportunity. And it broke my heart. Well, today is a day during which many people are banding together to give Saeed a voice. I'm joining the movement. And I want to invite you to watch this video and join with me. Let's post and speak and tweet. Let's make our voices heard, that our leaders may take notice. And, above that, let us continue to pray!
Tuesday, December 03, 2013
I had a rotten, horrible, no-good day yesterday.I'll spare you the details. It's enough to know my afternoon involved a lot of tears. And then I had a prince come to my rescue. Josh - my 15 year old son, who often wears me out with his teenage angst. First, he offered to finish making dinner for me. (So I could go be alone or "whatever", he said.) I told Josh I was OK to finish making the meal, but I readily accepted his help with the process. We finished quickly, then I went into my bedroom. I turned on my Kathy Troccoli worship CD, got down on my knees and poured my heart out to my Father. I shed many more tears, and I received the love HE was willing to pour over me. Then I got up, sang "Somewhere Over the Rainbow", and decided it was time to face the world again. When I turned to walk into the kitchen, there was my prince again. Several inches taller than me, standing in the doorway with open arms. He bent down, hugged me, and said, "I love you."I had tears again, but this time I welcomed them. ************************************************************************************Just in case you missed it, my post yesterday involves a giveaway. You *might* want to check it out.
Monday, December 02, 2013
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
I won't be doing a Lessons From the Edge post this week. (Thanksgiving Break, you know.)But if I was, I'm sure it would have something to do with what happened at work yesterday afternoon. We had our monthly birthday party and while we were getting the dining room set up, I was chatting with my volunteers about my family's recent deer "adventures". To bring you up to speed, Josh got a deer Sunday afternoon. He and Brian decided they want to process it themselves, so it is presently hanging in my garage. About 12 inches from my vehicle. *Eeewww!* AND, Sunday evening "someone" put the deer's heart directly on the kitchen counter. As in, muscle to formica. No plate, no wax paper, no nothin'! I was not pleased with that decision and turned to Facebook to, uh, vent. Also in the dining room at that time was our piano player for the party. He and I are Facebook friends and he'd seen my status update Sunday. So he joined in on the conversation, too. It was fun to laugh together about it all. Then it happened.The piano player said, with a large grin on his face, "You're so funny! You remind me of my mom. She would be reacting to this the same way you are." On the one hand, I thought, Oh, that's sweet. I remind him of his mom. And then I thought, Wait a minute. I know he's only in his early twenties, but I'm pretty sure he's got older siblings. How old is his mom? How old does he think I am??? Suddenly, I was feeling older than I want to. And I wasn't sure I wanted to remind this young man of his mother anymore. Because I'm too young to feel old. *ahem* Any idea what lesson there might be for me in this circumstance? Cuz I'm not seeing it! *wink*