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      When I was pregnant with my last child something happened to my face. I am not sure why my face chose to betray me, but the truth was that I looked bad. huge bumps all over my face. It was so bad that children would literally ask me questions like “why is your face so ugly?” It was so bad that when I went to an eye doctor they doctor would not allow me to rest my chin on the chin rest and even told me not to touch her equipment with my face. She even lectured me about allowing my face to get like that.
     Though my medical doctor was never able to figure out what caused it, he said that he knew it had nothing to do with what I was eating or how I was cleaning my face. He knew it was something biological. Something in me that I was not aware of and had no control over caused the outward manifestation.
     Though the way that people treated me during that time should have caused me to look back on this season with sadness, instead I look on it with joy.

     Why?
     Because my husband, a man of few words never noticed the change in my appearance. Ok, Scratch that. I am sure that he noticed, he wasn’t physically blind.
But his love for me caused him to react as if he never saw any imperfections. It filled me with such joy that he still looked deep into my eyes and called me beautiful. He still hugged me tight and told me he loved me, and he never ever flinched when he looked at me. This amazed me because it was something that I would do myself when I looked in the mirror.
     Why did he treat me this way?
     I am sure that it had to do something with the fact that the love he had for me caused him to look at me differently. He did not see my imperfections but saw the real me.
     This is how God views us.
     Though we may see nothing but our past imperfections when we look in the mirror, though out guilt may cause us to think of ourselves as ugly (inside and out), or maybe people in the world treat us as if we are, without us even knowing why. Yet God does not see us that way. He looks at us through lenses of love.
     Though our past may cause us to want to hang our head, God is the lifter of our heads.(Psalm 3:3).
     If you are struggling with looking in the mirror, because of any reason, feel the nudge of Gods hand under your chin.
     Feel him raise up your chin until your eyes meet his.
     Hear these word from him:

  You are beautiful!

You are the apple of my eye!

Do not hold on to the past, let it go!

Know that your best days are ahead!

You ARE the apple of my eye!

I Love you!

How God used the Dr. Who TV show to show He cares about our details

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I have four children one of them is currently in college in Scotland studying geography. She is my oldest child. I can’t really call her child because she is on the latter and of her 20s.

At the beginning of the year we had a conversation about God. Now let me just preface this by saying she was raised in a Christian home though it was not always she knew the values that I held, and gave her life to Christ at a young age.

She has not always had it easy, she’s been through many traumatic things, and as a result came to believe in the deistic God (a God that created the world and is somewhere there but is not active nor cares about the details of the believer’s life).

This was not only heartbreaking but very confusing to me because she had seen time after time after time how God was in the details of my life. How God seem to order my steps in perfect unison.

I remember when we have the conversation about her beliefs I said, “Okay I respect your beliefs, but I will be praying that God will show you that He is indeed in the details.”

And in true God-of-the-details fashion He showed up and showed out.

So the thing is is that my daughter is a huge Dr. Who fan. She has every book, poster, blanket, teapot, shirt, and DVD ever made (while that may be a bit of an addict exaggeration but you get the picture).

So when she found out that they were giving tours of the set of the show Dr. Who (called the Tardis) in the month of November, she quickly bought a ticket.

A ticket she bought for was for a Thursday.

And while later she realized she hadn’t checked her email in a while. As she did so she saw the letter from the people at the Dr. Who experience saying that they were not going to be able to give a tour on that Thursday. The interesting thing as they said that if she replied to this email by this certain date at a certain time (let me just stop here to say it’s interesting that they gave a time limit because usually, at least in America, they give a date you have to apply to not a time) that if you replied they would reschedule you for a Friday.

She looked at the time and realized that she was an hour late to replying on time. Because they were all booked up for it every other day that month, she sadly resigned herself to the fact that she would not be able to see the Tardis before coming back to America.

I told her to not give up, and to see what God could do. I told her that God is in the details and knows how much she wanted this and if it was His will would give a to her.

I told her to email the people that sent the letter and tell them that she’s an American in Europe and this would be her only chance to see the set and ask if they could please squeeze her in.

A few days later she told me an excitement that she’d heard back from the company, and after some wrangling decided that they could fit her in on a Wednesday.

So to recap: she was supposed to go on Thursday, they were originally were going to reschedule for Friday, but because she missed the email she was rescheduled for Wednesday.

Why is that important?

Because after she found out she started thinking about grad school and realized that she wanted to go in Europe.

There were only two grad schools in Europe that taught her what she was learning. One of the grad schools was in Scotland where she was but the school that had the best program for her degree was in Cardiff, Wales.

Cardiff, Wales also happens to be the place where they film Dr. Who.

She got an idea that she should look up and see if the university has any days for international students to tour the campus for the graduate program.

They had two days a year where they did so.

One of the days was a day where she wasn’t going to be in Europe anymore. And the other day… You guessed it.

The only other day out of the whole year, that they were doing tours for international graduate students at that university, that happened to be within walking distance of the Dr. Who set, was on that same Wednesday that she was scheduled to take the tour.

Now remember she was going to school in Scotland and had to take an overnight bus to get there. She was missing one day of class and would have not felt comfortable on to miss anymore to go on the tour.

But our mighty God. Our God is the details. He designed it so that after taking a tour of the set and the whole Dr. Who experience, my daughter was able to walk over to the University and tour the school on a day designed to receive her.

God is in our details.

He cares about every aspect of our life. He is with us he is present and he loves each and every one of us with abandon.

God used the Dr. Who experience to allow my daughter to experience his love.

You can trust him with every detail of your life.

Ps…I got permission before sharing my daughters story

Don’t be afraid, you are not alone

 


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The early American Indians had a unique practice of training young braves.

On the night of a boy’s thirteenth birthday, after learning hunting, scouting, and fishing skills, he was put to one final test.He was placed in a dense forest to spend the entire night alone.

Until then, he had never been away from the security of the family and tribe. But on this night, he was blindfolded and taken several miles away.

When he took off the blindfold, he was in the middle of a thick woods, and he was terrified. Every time a twig snapped, he visualized a wild animal ready to pounce.

After what seemed like an eternity, dawn broke and the first rays of sunlight entered the interior of the forest. Looking around, the boy saw flowers, trees, and the outline of a path.

Then to his utter astonishment, he beheld the figure of a man standing just a few feet away, armed with bow and arrow.

It was his father. He had been there all night long.

Robert J. Morgan, Nelson’s Complete Book of Stories, Illustrations, and Quotes, electronic ed. (Nashville: Thomas Nelson Publishers, 2000), 298.