Monday, June 16, 2008

Broken Things

As I was hanging clothes on my broken clothes line this morning, I started myself a little pity party. My inner monologue went something like this, as I hung clothes on my busted line, "Sure would be nice if this line was working properly but it is broken and that is how things go around here. We break things and they never get fixed but they are things we need so I continue to use them in their broken form." Off the top of my head, I can think of a few things around here that are broken but still used. Our lawn mower - the riding one is busted beyond use. The push mower is not in good shape - there is a wheel that continually messes up or falls off (yes, falls off). My vacuum cleaner has some sort of short so that every time I pull it back, it stops working. Makes for interesting vacuuming. We have a number of chairs that should hit the trash, they are broken. Oh, the weed eater too...it is being held together by duct tape. Oh and how could I forget the Honda? Our 2006 Honda Civic is broken too...and now I am living my life without a vehicle.

My mind went to brokenness in a different light. Broken people, broken spirits, broken lives. What does God think of brokenness? what are we to think of brokenness? Am *I* broken beyond repair? Has my heart been broken? How do we fix what is broken - can only God fix the broken? I recall something in the Psalms that goes something like this 'a broken and contrite heart you will not despise...' I need to do some digging in scripture to discover what it has to say about brokenness. After all it is LIVING and active and sharper than any 2 edges sword...able to cut to the deepest parts...

This will probably be an ongoin study for me. In fact I have even less time than I thought, so only one verse this morning!
Psalms 34:18
18The LORD is near to the brokenhearted And saves those who are crushed in spirit.

Brokenhearted and crushed in spirit...are they one in the same? Going to look at a few more translations of that. The King James says it like this: 18The LORD is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.

Ok, kids calling...I am going to do a little more digging on the concept of a 'contrite spirit'!

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

He Chooses Not to Remember...I Should Too!

Wow, I don't know about you but from time to time I am struck hard by a very basic biblical principal. Things that I have been taught through the years suddenly now sink it. How humbling, how beautiful that He would choose to be part of my life, to speak to me so clearly through His word.
I have this tendancy to hang on. I don't hang onto the good stuff though...at least not all the time. I hang on to the stupid things I have done or said. I hold on and remind myself of them often, far too often. Wow, you can sure inflict a lot of unnecessary pain on yourself that way. It hurts my heart now when I think of it - I can only imagine what it does to His. It stinks of unbelief, of mistrust, of doubt. I want to be a fragrant offering to Him but not THAT kind of fragrance.
You know what my Bible says???! God CHOOSES NOT TO REMEMBER MY SIN! Oh my goodness, how many times I have heard that and it is only sinking in in this season of my life. I can imagine it must be hurtful to Him when he sees me dragging it up again and again. Don't you remember dear, I chose not to remember that? Why are you dragging that up?
Hebrews 8:12 tells of His mercy, that he will remember their sins no more
Isaiah 43:25 says "I, even I, am the one who wipes out your transgressions for My own sake, And I will not remember your sins.

Friday, June 6, 2008

That Cat

So, I have this cat. She is pregnant, again. It isn't my fault...well, obviously. But seriously, it isn't. She had a batch of kittens and I booked an appointment to have her fixed when some cats showed up at the neighbours. The neighbours took in some relatives who were in needs - sweet of them but they brought these cats. One of them impregnanted my cat before I could get her to the vet. Fester is his name. I call him Fester the Molester. The vet said I could bring her anyway...but I just could not do that. I am seriously NOT a cat person but really just couldn't abort kittens. So, once again my kids get to go through the trauma of giving sweet cuddly kittens away. Oh joy, oh bliss.

Oh, the neighbours' houseguests are gone now...they left Fester. For freak sake.