Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Life: A Journey, Not a Destination


“Life’s a journey.”

All my life I have heard this cliché, but now I see its meaning with clarity. In my youth, I listened to the instruction of well-meaning men who taught us to “seek God’s will for your life,” and asked us to “find God’s call.” In theory, these ideas snapped together neat and tidy. First, we were advised to obtain the necessary skills to start our careers; then, to discover our life mates. We young people worried that we would somehow miss the “call” or fail to find just the right man or woman with whom to spend our lives. What if we united with the wrong person? What if we dozed when the call came? What if we misunderstood what God was saying?! We would be out of God’s will and ruined!

After I completed college, I secured employment as a social worker. I thought this ministry was my life’s calling…a destination, a place where I would stop until I retired, died, and then found a new life in Heaven. My social work “destination” was actually a long detour, a mere side road. (I certainly wouldn't call it a rest stop.) It took me eight years to explore that road all the while learning valuable lessons that would include how to be a better parent. Had I not prayed that God would teach me to be a good mom? Although far from perfect, I am a much better mama for having worked at a children’s home. God felt the detour was worth the time investment, and He does not get in a hurry - ever! I learned so much on that scenic by-way.

As I have grown older, I have little-by-little gained a more complete map of what my life will look like when it is finished. Side roads begin to link with longer highways revealing more and more of the journey with interesting surprises along the way. This life map consists of twists and turns, hills and valleys, rough roads and smooth, all revealed one moment at a time. As the map grows larger, I am able to zoom out and see patterns emerging and observe the complex plans the Master Mapmaker has wisely crafted.

As I walk with Him daily along these roads, He acts as my Guide. Whether I turn to the right or to the left, in my ears I hear a voice behind me, saying, “This is the way; walk in it.” (Isaiah 30:21) His Word is a light for my path with only a few feet illuminated at a time. Whatever road I travel, I know my calling is to follow and obey Him each day. This is made possible when we learn to trust in His goodness; knowing that He has our ultimate good in mind. The destination and the journey are the same – being with Him every step along the way.

-Joyce Hague

Monday, October 14, 2013

It's Poetry Time!


This month I offer you one of my very favorite fall poems.  It actually suits September better than October, but it’s on my mind, and it reminds us that God is in control of even the seemingly little things. Our world seems to be all out of whack. There are terrorist attacks and government take-overs in the news every day. Tennessee is the most violent state in the country (Who knew?)! Congress can’t get their act together. (I really don’t want to talk about it.)  But here is something that still works the way it’s supposed to.

I taught fourth grade for several years and read this poem to my students every fall.  They got it. They always got it. It’s wonderful. Enjoy.

    Something Told the Wild Geese
           
Something told the wild geese
It was time to go,
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered “snow.”

Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries, luster-glossed,
But beneath warm feathers
Something cautioned “frost.”

All the sagging orchards
Steamed with amber spice,
But each wild breast stiffened
At remembered ice.

Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly,
Summer sun was on their wings,
Winter in their cry.

by Rachel Field

Have a great week! God is in control.

--Sherry Poff

Monday, October 7, 2013

THIS SEASON


Fall. Halloween. Football. Breast Cancer Awareness Month.These are just a handful of the seasons October brings. If you don't believe that these are all seasons, visit any store today and you'll find paraphernalia for all of them! And just like weather seasons, these items will soon be gone from store shelves and you'll be packing your own back in boxes to be replaced with your Christmas decorations.

What came to mind as you read those words? I'm guessing that nostalgia was stirred from the deepest depths of your soul, maybe not when you read "football"...but...maybe.
Fall makes me think of pumpkins, banana bread, hayrides, leaf tag, and sweatshirts. Halloween inspires jack-o-lanterns, pillowcases full of candy, my mother's rice and chili, spider webs, and headless scarecrows sitting in rocking chairs (I know, dark stuff.). Football did not become a part of my life until I started coaching cheerleaders, so the word doesn't conjure up team colors and tailgating recipes, although I'm learning that these are vital to my survival in the South, but I think of the "Star-Spangled Banner," megaphones, cowbells, bleachers, and...well...footballs. Breast Cancer Awareness Month causes tears to build in the corners of my eyes as I think about pink ribbons, 5K races, hats, bandannas, and Cherry Vanilla Bagels at Panera.

I could have added a name or two with each of the items listed above. In fact, it's not the banana bread or the bandannas that stir the nostalgia, but rather the memories of people I love that shared these moments with me.  In addition to countless childhood memories, I have shared bonfires, beach trips, birthday celebrations, white chicken chili, fall festivals, and football homecomings with dear friends...all in the month of October. 

However, despite the fond memories of Octobers past, the season also tempts a sadness that I won't see any of my family this month, I'll miss my nephews' first birthdays, and I don't have a husband and kids with whom to create any new nostalgia. The memories make me long for the past and for future moments to share with my family and friends.

Ecclesiastes 3:1 reminds me,
"To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:"

Whether the October season brings fond or painful memories or thoughts, God's purpose for these events in our lives is sure, and they come but for a season. As you reflect on past seasons while placing your newly "fundraiser-season-purchased" Caramel Apple Pie candles around your home, I pray that your thoughts toward your next season, whether joyful or sorrowful, will be filled with the confidence that God's purpose will far extend the existence of your freshly-baked pecan pie, and that it can be savored far longer than your Pumpkin Spice Latte.

~Rebecca Phillips