Sunday, April 24, 2011

God has a use for my Arbor Seat

I sat down at my arbor bench this afternoon.  The weather was beautiful, a perfect Resurrection Sunday.  But that's not the reason I chose to sit there.

The neighborhood kids were outside too.  The girl across the lane had sprained her ankle a couple of days before, but that didn't keep her inside. Between her deck chair and her crutches she was still keeping her friend well entertained with her lively creativity.

When I seated myself on my arbor bench she noticed.  "Story! Story! Tell us a story again, please, please!"

I had sat there once before while she and the other two neighborhood children had clustered around listening to a story. Now, when they saw me there they began begging for another one.  This was exactly what I wanted to do with this special Sunday afternoon.

The neighbor on crutches claimed the seat beside me and the other sat down on her coat on the stone patio in front of me.

I started with one of the stories about my mother, Susie, and they shared plenty of their own experiences too, but gradually we got onto the subject of  death and resurrection. I realized that no made up bunny story could be as fascinating to children as the true story of Jesus dying on the cross and raising from the dead and conquering death and the grave.

Those children are hungry for something more than chocolate eggs.  Is this why God placed my husband and me here? 

For the next post see: Without God the roles could have been reversed
For the previous post see: Three Score and Ten

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Three Score and Ten

They say the body completely renews itself every seven years, and if that is the case Bruce has had that happen ten times.  I don't know about that, but I can vouch for the fact that he has entered a whole new faze in his life.

Bruce just turned seventy.  We had a birthday party for him on Saturday to celebrate the fact that, through Christ, he overcame the odds and made it to three score and ten. 

He was in his glory.  He had friends and family all around him, and he was visiting nonstop throughout the day.  He told everyone how God had answered his prayer and mine.  Where once I had to start a conversation before he would speak up, now he will talk to anyone who will listen. 

This is the start of a whole new era in our lives.  Last year was a time of dying, but life sprang forth instead.  Bruce will be preaching again in a few weeks, and I am waiting to see how God will move through him.  But even now his testimony is reaching thousands via his YouTube video.

He has changed; he has mellowed and softened.  The impatience is gone, but I don't morn it's passing.  I love this new Bruce that God has given me with all my heart.

Every day in our lives from now on is a special gift from God to be used, moment by moment, for His glory.

For the previous post see: Rehab and a Chance to Witness.