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All my enemies

June 22, 2011 by donna brown

It seems my family watches more movies in the summer and this summer is proving to be no different.  The other night, my youngest had a friend spend the night and we watched Disney’s “Prince of Persia.”  It’s an action/adventure story about a royal family made up of a father and three sons, and of course, an evil uncle.  Two of the sons are the biological sons of the king and the third is an adopted son, a boy taken off the streets of Persia because he had a look of royalty.

The Persians are valiant warriors, who vanquish their foes with great courage and skill.  And there seem to be a lot of enemies in this movie to vanquish.  An attack is led by the brother princes on the neighboring holy city ofAlamutbecause its inhabitants are supposedly selling weapons to the enemies of thePersian Empire; a ruse conjured up by the deceitful uncle.

As the story progresses, more and more enemies seem to appear, not all are enemies on the outside, but the biggest enemy is found within the royal family itself. Dastan, the adopted prince, is falsely accused of killing the King and trying to take the kingdom.  There is much killing, much intrigue, much deception.  Thankfully, the truth wins out in the end and Dastan is restored to his brothers and all is set right.

I had been thinking about enemies before I watched this movie because of something I read in Joshua chapter 10.  Just as there are dangerous enemies in the make-believe movie about the Prince of Persia, there are definite and deadly enemies inJoshua 10.  Five kings join together to fight against Joshua and the people of God, and five kings and their people will suffer defeat at the hand of Joshua and the people of God.  It wasn’t just defeat like, “Hey, we won and we beat you.  We’re the winners and you’re the losers!”

This defeat was the kind where all the kings and all of their subjects, every one in their kingdoms were put to death.  And when the five kings themselves were killed…when the Israelite commanders were told to put their feet on the necks of these kings so that Joshua could present them with a vivid picture from the LORD about what God would do to all of their enemies, it was not a PG-13 scene.  It was violent…it was complete…and it was final.

Joshua told those commanders, “Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.  Be strong and courageous.  This is what the LORD will do to all the enemies you are going to fight.” (vs. 25)

Whoa…that’s heavy stuff.  I read this chapter cringing.  It seems so harsh.  But, enemies are scary.  The kind of enemies talked about here are not the kind that go away when the movie ends…they are for real…they want to do you harm…they want to hurt you…they want to kill you…they want to destroy you and those you love.

Most of us don’t come into contact with enemies like that, the kind that want to kill us.  How in the world does Scripture like this apply to my life?  That’s what I’ve been thinking about.  And as I have thought about that, other Scripture verses have come to mind.

As a believer in Jesus Christ, the Bible says that I do have an enemy, there is someone who wants to do me harm.  The Apostle Peter names this enemy in his book, “Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour.” (1 Peter 5:8)  And Jesus said that this enemy only wants to steal, kill and destroy.  (John 10)

I don’t like having an enemy like that; that’s bad news.  Thankfully, though, God has some good news regarding His children and our enemy.  Just as God took care of those enemies of His children, the Israelites, He promises to take care of His children today.

I don’t like being in a war, but I believe that there is a war raging between God and His kingdom and Satan.  I don’t feel like a warrior, but Scripture says that is part of my calling as a child of God.

I’m even given instructions about fighting in the book of 2 Corinthians, “For though we live in the world, we do not wage war as the world does.  The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world.  On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds.  We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.” (2 Cor. 10:3-5)

So this morning, sitting at my computer typing, in my pajamas and robe, I realize that I need to prepare my mind for the battle that’s raging…and put my trust in the God ofJoshua 10, who will take care of all my enemies.

 

 

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Duct tape

June 20, 2011 by donna brown

I just finished watering the flowers and fruit trees on our property.  The June temperatures in southern Alabama have been unreal…or maybe I should say, much too real.  It is so hot!  And it is so dry!

As I was watering our fruit trees, which are pretty young fruit trees, I noticed unusually dark brown leaves on one of our pear trees.  At first, the sight alarmed me, but then I remembered what had transpired a couple of days ago when child number 5 and I had been looking at the trees.  (The pear trees are just a couple of years old and this is the first year that any of them have produced any fruit and there are several pears on each of our four trees.)

We noticed that one of the trees was so laden with pears that the weight of the fruit had caused a branch to break.  It was hanging by a very thin branch thread to the trunk of the tree.  I raised my hand to touch the drooping branch and it broke off in my hand.  My son carried the broken branch into the house with all of its underdeveloped pears.  We didn’t really know what to do with it.  Throwing it away was the right thing to do, but that was difficult because of all of the baby fruit that was on it…so as I said, we took it into the house.

Child number 1 saw us coming into the kitchen with the broken branch laden with pears.  “What’s that?”  He asked, and we explained to him the sad saga of the skinny branch on the young fruit tree that was unable to bear the fruit it had been blessed with.

“Duct tape,” was his response to my sad story.

“What did you say?” was my response to his response.

“I think we can duct tape the branch back to the tree,” he replied.

“Really?” was my spoken response, as my mind thought about his solution.

I had flashbacks to his childhood.  Child number 1 had always loved duct tape.  He had found many uses for duct tape in his growing up years…some good…some not so good.  He was convinced that duct tape could fix anything.  Evidently, he still held to this belief, and out the door he headed with a large roll of duct tape and child number 5 following along behind, still carrying the broken branch.

I remained in the house, hoping against hope that perhaps the duct tape just might work and a miracle would occur and the branch would become grafted back onto our tall, but skinny pear tree, and child number 1 could look at me with a grin and say, “See, I told you it would work.”

Fast forward to the day that I’m watering the fruit trees and looking aghast at the tree with the dark brown, dead leaves.  “Oh, it’s that tree,” I realize and walk over to get a closer look.

When I get to the tree, I find an expertly executed taping job connecting a dead branch to a skinny pear tree.  It was a good try, a marvelous attempt.  I applaud the effort…and now I have to figure out how to remove the heavily duct-taped dead branch from my skinny pear tree.

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Welcome home

June 18, 2011 by donna brown

I just waved good-bye to my three men:  Bryan Darling, child number 1, and child number 3.  They won’t be gone for long…they are just going on a bike ride.  It’s not a parting that’s a big deal.  I’m just feeling very thankful right now, having watched them drive off in my husband’s truck, with bikes in the back and plenty of water and ice in cooler  jugs.

Bryan Darling just got home last night, after being gone for 2 weeks serving his Army reserve duty.  He had a long day of travel…driving an hour from the Army base to the airport, where he discovered his first travel delay, which meant that his flight at the connecting airport would also be delayed.

That last flight, the one that was supposed to bring him to the airport that is about 10 minutes from our home, where I was going to be waiting at the gate with children numbers 1-5, was cancelled.  He tried getting on other flights to other close-by airports, but to no avail.  He tried to rent a car to drive the rest of the way home, but that didn’t work either.  He was stuck on stand-by, waiting to see if he might win the “you-get-a-seat-lottery” on a late night flight.

All of our little “welcome home” plans got scrubbed…and my heart shrunk at the knowledge that he would not be arriving in our town at 5:39 central standard time.  I had been waiting for 5:39 p.m. central standard time on Friday, June 17, 2011, for two weeks now.  I think that maybe I was waiting for this specific time for a week before he left.

And I came face to face with what I know is true, but can usually mask as I go about daily routines and taking care of kids and house and phone lines and blogs and stuff…I miss him terribly when he is away.  My heart aches when he is in one place and I am in another.  I find myself having to get outside in the evenings to let God’s creation quiet and still and refresh my thoughts when it’s around the time that he is supposed to be coming home.  I really, really, really love him…and I can’t really separate who I am apart from him.

So this morning, I’m thankful that he won the “you-get-a-seat-lottery” and he walked through the airport gate at a later time last night.  I’m thankful that he told me “good-night” in person and not over the phone.  And I’m thankful for the sheepish little-boy look that I got this morning as he was watching his sons filling their water bottles and hefting their bikes into the back of the truck.  He looked at me as he remarked to them, “I would go with you, if your mom didn’t mind.”

“You should go,” I replied.

A smile spread across his face as he went in search of old athletic shoes to wear, since his are in a bag somewhere in the deep recesses of the Atlanta airport.

“Welcome home,” I thought as I watched my men drive away, on this lovely Saturday morning, where I’m pretty certain that the sun is shining a little brighter and the sky is definitely a more brilliant shade of blue.

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Phones…old school

June 17, 2011 by donna brown

We had a thunderstorm last Sunday, which I am very grateful for because our area is under drought conditions…it may be under “extreme drought” conditions officially…I don’t remember exactly what the 6 o’clock news said.  Anyway, we got some much needed rain, and along with the rain came thunder and lightening.  All of this…the rain, the thunder, the lightening came while I was away from home for a short time.  When I arrived home Sunday afternoon, child number 5 asked me, “Did you hear that lightening?”  (Lightening is not the part that can be heard, but you know what he meant.)  “It was REALLY LOUD,” he continued.

And right after the REALLY LOUD lightening, we began having a REALLY LOUD buzzing sound on our phone line.  It was REALLY LOUD and annoying and kept me from hearing any conversations for a few days.  Phone conversations with the REALLY LOUD buzzing sound went something like this:

“Hello.  Hey, ________.  Sorry about my phone and this REALLY LOUD buzzing noise.  I can’t really hear you because of this REALLY LOUD buzzing noise, so can I call you back on my cell?”

End of conversation.

So yesterday, I spent time talking to a really nice person from our phone company trying to diagnose our phone problem.  As we spoke on the phone, she would have me unplug phones and modems and plug them back in to see if we could discover if the REALLY LOUD buzzing noise was an in-the-house phone equipment problem or an outside-of-the-house phone problem.  After the indoor plug testing, she told me that I would need to go outside and check the phone line box.

“Have you ever checked your line from the phone box?” she inquired.

“No,” I replied.

She instructed me to get a flat-head screwdriver and a corded phone for this task.  The screwdriver was to open the box.  The corded phone was to plug into the box to check the clarity of the line.

“You will need a phone with a cord, not a cordless phone,” the nice phone lady instructed.  “Do you have a phone with a cord?”

“Yes,” I answered, and wondered how people without phones with cords test their phone boxes.  I was then very thankful for our green wall phone that we have had for eons.  We rarely use this phone, but now it was just what we needed.

Child number 3 fetched a flat-head screwdriver and child number 4 retrieved the green wall phone with a cord.  The three of us tromped around the back of our house to the gray phone box.  I felt like a phone-company-worker-man…make that phone-company-worker-woman.

Child number 3 opened the box door with the handy dandy flat-head screwdriver and then I tried to plug in the phone…except there was no visible place to plug in the little phone pluggy thingy…I ceased feeling like a phone-company-worker-woman and just felt kinda stupid.

Child number 3 discovered that you can press down on this little place in the box and a cover swings away from a plug-in place.  There are actually two little gray doors that can swing open to the great plug-in phone box territory.

So I plugged in the plug connected to the green corded wall phone and found the connection that provided a dial tone.  I dialed the 800 number that the nice phone lady had given me…feeling a little like a phone-company-worker-woman again…and after a couple of conversations another nice phone person told me that a repair man would be stopping by within the next 24 hours.  He did and found the source of the problem…Yay!…the promise of no more REALLY LOUD buzzing noise was becoming a reality.

So after the nice phone repair man drove off in his big white phone company truck, I was doing some stuff in the house, and when I came in our kitchen/breakfast nook area, I found child number 4 jumping rope with a green jump rope.  I wondered to myself, “Where did we get that green jump rope?” and then realized that child number 4 was jumping rope with the green corded wall phone…holding the receiver in one hand and the wall unit in the other, with the long green cord bouncing up and down in between.  I yelled his name in humorous astonishment and he laughed and said that the phone cord was a great jump rope.  I removed the phone pieces from his hands, the cord in between following right along and placed the phone on the counter.

I left the room and re-entered a few minutes later to find child number 4 holding the wall unit part of the phone and child number 2 holding the receiver end, with the cord stretched way out in between them.  They were pretending to carry on a phone conversation…again humorous astonishment on my part and smiles on theirs.

I left the room again, to get my camera.  They both dropped the phone pieces away from their ears and put the phone back on the counter, as they ran away screaming something about not wanting their pictures on my blog.

They came back though and I did get a couple of pictures.

Child number 4 and child number 2 were thoroughly entertained by this “old” phone.  “Vintage” was a word I heard used.  Child number 2 said that she might even try having conversations on the green corded wall phone because it might be fun.  I no longer felt like a phone-company-worker-woman…I just felt old.

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Swimming in dangerous waters

June 14, 2011 by donna brown

I went down to our pool very early this morning.  The gray between dark night and bright day surrounded me.  It was still and quiet…peaceful.  I’m not usually at the pool at five a.m.  I don’t swim laps at daybreak. But, this morning when I awoke I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten to turn off the water that I had turned on the night before…good feelings never accompany this realization.

I made my way in my pajamas and robe to the outdoor faucet and twisted the knob counter-clockwise until there was no more water pouring into the pool.  Then I just stood for a little while, listening to the quiet…quiet is nice.  The quiet was interrupted by a “Plop!” sound of something entering the water.  I turned and saw a very happy little frog diving down to the depths of our pool.  He was doing one of the things that he was made to do.  He swam down and then up and down and up.  He swam up to the side of the pool and I almost thought he might hop out and wrap a towel around his froggy waist, but he stopped on the side of the pool…he couldn’t get out.  So he began swimming again.  I think he was enjoying himself.

I watched that frog swimming…it looked very graceful…very natural…and I thought, “You are swimming in some dangerous waters.”  Now the water in our pool isn’t dangerous to the people that swim in it in the hot summer sun, but to little amphibians it is deadly after a while.  The chlorine in the pool will kill the frogs.  They don’t seem to realize that because we find frogs there often…some are rescued…some…well, it’s too late.

The pool looked wonderful to me this morning…and I guess to the frog also.  It looked peaceful, serene, refreshing.  But for the little frog a danger lurked that he just didn’t know.  It was a warning to me…that I need to watch where I go…watch what I do…watch what I see, what I listen to, what I read.  What may seem harmless in appearance may carry with it a hidden danger.

 

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Discovery

June 13, 2011 by donna brown

I’ve recently made a discovery…a discovery about my coffee pot.  I love my coffee pot (not “love,” “love” but you know what I mean)…mainly because I love coffee and my coffee pot makes coffee for me when the water is put in it and the filter with the coffee is put in it and the button is clicked to the “on” position where the little green light lights up in all its greenness.  I love seeing the little green light come on because I know that means that coffee will soon be ‘a brewing.

I don’t have a fancy coffee pot…just a $35 coffee pot bought around 7 years ago.  I love this coffee pot because it doesn’t leak water out the back like the two coffee pots that I purchased before it did, which I had to return, which is always a hassle…a hassle that occurred when I had not had my morning coffee because my coffee pot didn’t work…which makes it a worse hassle because I’m spoiled.

Anyway, I love my coffee pot when friends are coming over and I make a pot of coffee for us.  I love my coffee pot when I make coffee for my older children, who enjoy a good cup of coffee like their momma.  I love my coffee pot when I make coffee just for myself on quiet mornings.

And though I love my coffee pot and have many happy coffee memories, my coffee pot is flawed…the actual machine part doesn’t have a flaw, the carafe has the flaw.  The lip on the carafe, where you pour out the delicious brew held within, is crooked…it’s not straight…you have to hold it just right or coffee spills all over the place.  For 7 years I’ve had to hold the pot just right when pouring, so that the coffee actually makes it into my awaiting cup.  For 7 years I’ve watched as other people, who don’t know about my flawed coffee carafe, began to pour a cup of coffee only to have it flood onto the counter or floor because I forgot to warn them.

Here’s where the discovery part comes in…last week as I was holding my coffee pot after washing it, I realized that the flaw is not a result of misshapen glass, as I have thought all of these years.  The flaw is that the plastic handle wasn’t placed correctly on the glass carafe…it’s not directly opposite the lip of the glassware.  THAT is why the person attempting to pour coffee from the pot has to hold it at a bit of an angle so there is no spillage.  This was an “aha” moment for me.  I now understand my coffee pot so much better.  I now understand its flaw.

The interesting thing about me and my flawed coffee pot is that I’ve never really wanted to replace it.  I accept my coffee pot with its flaw and I’ve made the adjustment necessary to use it.  I’ve made that adjustment most every day for several years now.  As you can tell, I’m even fond of my flawed coffee pot; I don’t want to replace it.

Sometimes, I just don’t like replacing things.  Even more…a lot of times…I don’t want to be replaced.  I can struggle with a fear of being replaced…and this fear can and does spring up in all sorts of places.

Yesterday I heard a message by pastor/author John Ortberg, entitled, “The Me I Want to Be.”  What he had to say was so thought-provoking that I went and bought his book of the same title…well almost the same title…”the me I want to be…becoming God’s best version of you.”

I leafed through the book this morning, and I noticed a quote on the back of the book’s cover:  “God wants to redeem you, not exchange you.”  God wants to redeem me…not replace me?  That’s when I was reminded of my coffee pot…the flawed one…the one I don’t want to replace.  When my flaws glare at me in the face, I tend to think that my replacement is the best solution.  But God isn’t about replacing as much as He is redeeming.  And He is all about redeeming…just ask His Son.

 

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Why I love “Despicable Me”…the movie

June 11, 2011 by donna brown

Last summer, on a warm July afternoon, my husband and I went to a matinee with children, numbers 2– 5, to see the movie, “DespicableMe.”  I’ve watched it several times since.  It tells the story of Gru, a villain, who wants to commit the crime of the century…stealing the moon.  To achieve this dastardly dead, he adopts three orphans to help him acquire a shrink ray…which is totally necessary if you want to steal the moon, because you need to shrink it first.

So here’s why I love this movie:

  1. It has unicorns in it.  Well, it has a stuffed, toy unicorn that belongs to the youngest orphan.  She loves her toy unicorn, which gets destroyed, but then is replaced…and she sings about unicorns.
  2. I love the unicorn song…a simple song…one that will get stuck in your head.  It always makes me smile…we sing it a lot in our house.  “Unicorns I love them, unicorns I love them….”
  3. The rest of the music is cool too…yes, I have the soundtrack.
  4. There’s a great bedtime story at the end.
  5. There’s a huge heart change in Gru when he allows himself to love the three orphans.
  6. It has minions…cute minions, not mean, evil minions.  They are yellow and wear little overalls and speak unintelligible gibberish, but it’s cute gibberish…and they are funny.  I’m assuming that Gru somehow created these little minions…they work for him.
  7. (And this is one of the biggest reasons I love this movie) Gru, the creator of the minions, calls them each by name…always…throughout the whole movie.  These minions all look alike…well, there’s the one-eyed variety and the two-eyed variety, but other than that they look alike.  Even though they look alike, their maker knows them by name.  I LOVE that part!!  Gru seems to have a relationship with each one of his minions!

That reminds me of my Heavenly Father and that’s why I’m thinking about “Despicable Me” early in the morning. I read a verse in my Bible today, in John 16  (verse 27) that tells me that God the Father loves me, which reminded me that He knows my name…I’m that important to Him.  I have to be reminded of that a lot…that I’m important to Him…and it seems that God uses some creative ways to do just that…even high-definition, animated cartoons on a big screen…or a little screen, whichever the case may be.

 

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No good thing withheld

June 10, 2011 by donna brown

This morning I read Psalm 84 in my Bible.  Verse 11 is a special verse to me…it reminds me of a special friend.  It reads this way in the New King James version, “For the LORD God is a sun and shield; the LORD will give grace and glory; no good thing will He withhold from those who walk uprightly.”

I remember when my friend was facing an extremely difficult time in her life.  In the midst of pain and hardship, she looked at me and said, “If God is withholding this from me then it’s because it’s not what is best for me.”  My friend truly believed what this verse says, that no good thing will He withhold.  In other words, if God is withholding…then for right now, it’s not good for me…it’s not His best.

God is a sun and shield, a light and protector.  He does give grace and glory.  And no good thing is He going to withhold if I am choosing to follow Him.  He wants the best for His children.

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Shoes

June 8, 2011 by donna brown

I sit in my quiet living room this morning…before children numbers two through five are awake for the day.  I drink in the stillness of the morning…I love morning stillness.  Child number one is already up and gone, traveling back to his college town to visit friends.  I sit drinking my coffee, looking at the shoes scattered around the living room rug.  Three pairs of sneakers and two pairs of flip-flops (one of them mine…they don’t hurt my feet…see earlier post) lay there, devoid of the active feet they belong to…unable to move on their own.  Now as the momma of the house, I am very capable of being bothered by shoes not placed in their proper putting-away-places, even when they are my own…but not this morning.

Maybe it was because I had just said good-byes to my first-born, but as I look at those shoes scattered about, I see the lives they represent…my younger boys who are not as young as they used to be.  I see the getting-too-small-knock-off-crocs that my youngest recently told me need replacing…I think of his smile and his laughter and how he makes me laugh all the time.  The imitation crocs were shed close to his worn-looking Pumas, the ones he’s wearing to basketball camp, where he is discovering muscles sore from stretching and exercising…welcome to big guy work-outs…where basketball is taking on a whole new meaning.

In close proximity, to child number five’s footwear, lay child number four’s…the new flip-flops recently purchased because last year’s don’t fit too well anymore.  He has Pumas adorning the floor also…topped with smelly athletic socks from yesterday’s workouts and practices.  He’s about to be in his second year of high school…really?  But just yesterday or just a few yesterdays ago, he was bailing off the spray-painted-purple bike (see earlier post).  Now he’s taller than me and consumes much of the grocery budget all by himself.

And over by the footstool lay the cross-trainers of child number three…he owns the largest sized shoes in the house…yes, bigger than dad’s by a good bit.  He’s a senior in high school now…really??  Another senior year??…with more pictures of his growing up years to find for the yearbook.  How did this happen so fast??

This morning there are shoes scattered all over my living room rug…but I don’t mind…REALLY!!

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Serious business

June 7, 2011 by donna brown

My father has spent most of his life involved in business of some sort, whether it was managing part of a family manufacturing plant, or managing someone else’s company or owning his own business, business was his chosen occupation.  When I was very young, my father was also involved in the local government of the small town we lived in; serving on the city council and then as mayor for several years.  My father always had a lot of meetings to attend and work to do and it seemed to me that all of those meetings and all of that work was serious stuff…serious business.

I’ve been reading about another kind of business as I read through the book of Joshua in the Bible…serious business…very serious business…and very costly business.  The last couple of days, I’ve been reading in Joshua chapters 7 and 8.  This is right after Joshua had led the Israelites to defeat the city ofJerichoin an amazing victory; verse 27 of Joshua chapter 6 reads, “So the LORD was with Joshua, and his fame spread throughout the land.”

God was keeping His promise of delivering the Promised Land to His children…everything was in their favor…nothing could stop them…or could it?  Here comes the serious part.  When the Israelite army moved on to attack the next enemy, the smaller city of Ai, Joshua thought that surely a smaller number of troops would be required.  After the miraculous and stunning victory atJericho, the Israelite army was routed by the smaller army of Ai.  The fighting men of Ai chased the Israelites from their city and killed 36 of them…and “the hearts of the people melted and became like water.” (Joshua 7:5)

What had happened?  What went wrong?  What was God doing anyway?  When Joshua prayed to God to find out what was going on, he received a startling revelation: Israelhad sinned.

Someone in the camp had disobeyed the LORD’s command in regard to the plunder gathered in the battle ofJericho.  God had told them that everything within the city ofJerichowas to go into the treasury of the Lord.  Someone had disagreed with this command and had decided to take a few things for himself.  A man named Achan would be found out to be the culprit and the consequences would be severe…for him…and for his family.  They would all die for Achan’s disobedience.

Those were such severe consequences…maybe seemingly too extreme.  What was the big deal anyway?  I don’t know.  I was just reminded in reading this account in Scripture that sin is serious business….really serious.  I don’t have to understand everything about why God’s commands are what they are…He is God and I am not.  I just need to recognize that God’s principles and His ways are holy and going against them may have consequences that I don’t get to choose…and those consequences may be extremely painful for me and for those around me…those I love.

I’m very thankful for God’s mercy and His grace and His forgiveness that covers my sin.  I’m thankful for His knowledge that understands me through and through and His compassion that is new for me every day of my life.  But, sin is still an affront to Him and as I make choices every day…today…I need to remember that sin is serious business.

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