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You Are A Miracle: Reflections on Existence and Purpose

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I don’t know who needs to hear this today, but: You. Are. A. Miracle. A scientifically bonafide miracle. I know this because many, many moons ago when I was in university, my anatomy professor gave a very sobering lecture about human reproduction. Did you know that the percentage of actual, “normal” human beings born is 34%. That’s before birth. Thirty four out of 100 “good eggs” develop to 40 ish weeks. Then there is that tumultuous day that we celebrate every year called your birth day. If you make it through that, there is about a 31% chance you come out relatively ready to face the world… and from there… well, let’s just say, if you have survived this long and are reading this post: You are a miracle!

You. Are. A.Miracle.

I was musing about this at a baby shower held in honour of my beloved daughter-in-law. She is about three weeks out from giving us our first grand baby! We are excited, of course, but becoming a grandparent for the first time makes you reflect on mortality, your own legacy, and well, the miracle of life itself. It’s fragile. It’s vulnerable. It’s oh so special. Yet, most of us take it for granted. We shop for cute little onesies at Walmart and complain about the cost of diapers. The world is overpopulated. We can all agree that there are some people who should just simply not be parents. Others who deserve to be and can not. People have suffered and are suffering. This broken world is not what God designed. It begs the question: Should we be concerned at each individual life and focus on its tenuous existence?

My own views on mortality and life are complicated and not for debate today. I’ve had my share of death and understand the significance of life. I’m discovering rural farmers have a view of life that, shall we say, is practical and perhaps more matter of fact. Philosophers will have a different view. Christian worldview with belief in a Creator God? Their discussion will different from the atheist’s. As I said, it’s simply another muse I’m putting out there for reflection. A potential for thought and discussion. Go where you wish with it. Let’s just say, I don’t think God makes mistakes. He has a plan and your life is a significant part of it.

We are each a significant part of God’s Plan

Christmas is quickly approaching and I cannot help but think of Mary. Unwed teenager, pregnant, but she claims not by her betrothed. First time mom gives birth in barn. Believe me, I have a barn, it would not be my first choice. You tube worthy story, for sure. Yet, here too, God had a plan, and Mary’s life was a significant part of it. Why have baby Jesus come to Earth as a vulnerable baby? Helpless and fragile? Utterly human and at risk for all that humanity has to offer. Would not have been my choice either… but then again, I’m not God, am I?

And so we have come full circle back to my original thought: You are a miracle. Significantly created and planned for by the ultimate Creator. Designed and destined for greatness… or at least some role in His ultimate plan for humankind. He knows we are but dust. And yet, He loves us beyond measure. Perhaps this is why He gives us babies…. and grand babies. To remind us that we are miracles designed just the way He planned for just the role He planned. I hope this thought makes you smile today… because you are worthy.

The Lessons of Psalm 1

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I was prompted this week to write a post on Psalm 1. I have no idea why. Perhaps somewhere out there someone needs to hear my rantings. This is not the usual way I begin musing about something. Often, an event happens here at the farm, or I hear or watch a video or talk about a verse or passage and it makes me think of something. Writers tend to have a plan… or at least a little inspiration. A creative venue for ideas to be born and flourish. A connection. Something to make you say…”Hmmnnn, I wonder”. For some reason, this week didn’t turn out that way… but I am going with it anyway.

In case you need a refresher, here is Psalm 1 in it’s entirety:

Psalm 1

1 Blessed is the one
    who does not walk in step with the wicked
or stand in the way that sinners take
    or sit in the company of mockers,
2 but whose delight is in the law of the Lord,
    and who meditates on his law day and night.
3 That person is like a tree planted by streams of water,
    which yields its fruit in season
and whose leaf does not wither—
    whatever they do prospers.

4 Not so the wicked!
    They are like chaff
    that the wind blows away.
5 Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment,
    nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous.

6 For the Lord watches over the way of the righteous,
    but the way of the wicked leads to destruction.

At first, I tried to find something within the verses to comment on. A thought, a “word from the Lord”, a deeper meaning. I’m stuck as to how to do this. Is it political? An election is happening in the USA… lots of controversy there. Do I make a comment on “sitting in the ways of the wicked?” Not my thing… nor my place. Do I take instruction from the “meditate day and night” part? True and encouraging statement. Still not where I am feeling it.

Obviously, out here in the rural Ontario rolling hills, there are a lot of trees. And at this time of year, the trees are withering. Fruit has been harvested, the season is over, and all the leaves have died and fallen to the ground. The hills are alive with the colour of not fruit, but death. Even the ones planted by the water! The chaff that the wind dries and blows away is all that’s left. I don’t get it either. The streams are getting ready to freeze over. My world right now is not the picturesque stream with weeping willows full of leaves and a sanctuary for all who find shelter underneath it’s full branches. All I see is dried up crunchy leaves and cold water surrounded by parched branches.

So, I’m sorry. Perhaps this was not one of my better posts. It’s not funny, or informative, or enlightening. It simply is. I have put it out there. Wrote it in black and white with every intention of being obedient to a prompting. And maybe that’s the point. Maybe we have been instructed to take a moment of “stillness”. There is plenty to unpack in these few verses. Many a preacher would spend an entire series of messages on council, meditation, being planted, fruit, prosperity, judgement, righteousness, and delighting in the Lord. And yet, I am not.

Maybe my role for this week is simply to post the words. Let the chips fall where they may. Remind you (and me) that the words are there. The leaves are there. They have piled up in wait for a new season of growth later. The streams of living water still has trees planted nearby. The wicked are still out there – in droves. We still need to meditate and understand that judgement is coming. And so, I have done my part. I posted it.

It’s your job to read it and muse in your own way this week, my friend. Gather your own thoughts and inspiration. Why not comment and let me know… what do you think?

Does God Care About Life’s Little Things?

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When I was a young mom with babes at home, I heard a devotional that reminded me that God sees every Cheerio I picked up off the high chair tray. It encouraged me at the time, and it stuck with me all these years. Every little crumb that I swept. He cared for me as a new mom overwhelmed with baby duties and the forever tidy up mode new moms are always in. He cared for me in that stage of life — and I know He cares for me now. Yet, I still wonder: Does God really care about the “little things”?

Every Cheerio counts…

Hurricanes, flooding, fighting in the middle East. God has enough to deal with … why should He care about my house and whether or not the crumbs are swept? Or that test my kids have in biology class next week. Or if I get a parking space near the front. (How many times have I prayed for this?! And thanked God when I got one that I could just drive through!) Or, well, you get the picture. Am I the only one who wonders if a great big God really cares about all the little things in my life?

I have a friend who was open and honest and prayed for all kinds of little things. Her prayer list was long and included things that I just struggled with bothering God about. Those are my things to deal with… it’s just life. So you have a sniffle. You’re making mountains out of mole hills. Secretly, I suppose I envied her ultimate submission and utter dependence. I’d rather not have a prayer request than ask for such a “little thing”. But perhaps that attitude is incorrect.

You’ve heard it said that God knows every hair on our head. He knows every minute detail about us. The hows and whys of that scar on your left ankle and the freckle just above it. That fear tucked away on the far back left brain cell that only comes out at 3 o’clock in the morning when no one else is around but you and your thoughts. Isn’t this why we trust in a great big God? Isn’t it because He knows all the details that we have faith in Him? I’m beginning to prove it to myself. The little things do count.

Besides, isn’t this how we are supposed to have a personal relationship? Give and take? Talk about all the little things and fine details… like we do with our besties? Wouldn’t I share all the juicy details with my good friend? Why not God? In thinking about this post, I read an article about an obscure verse in Zachariah 4 that says: Do not despise the little things. We think our little things don’t matter. We aren’t building a giant temple. We are not saving the world through our efforts. Our measly donation will barely make a mark on the books. Still, God says He loves to see the little efforts we are making. He sees and takes care of the sparrow. He paints a sunset just for fun. He makes a tiny seed grow.

I love to watch those “a day in the life” videos. Especially if they involve homesteading and chickens. If I care to spend 2.7 minutes watching some lady in her back shed in Kentucky shovel hay to feed her donkeys, maybe others do too. Maybe my morning routine of taking care of my zoo and my crew, is just as important to God as it is to me. Maybe I need to add some of those little things to my prayer list, and have a chit chat with my friend, instead of thinking those fine details aren’t big enough. What about you, my friend? Are you struggling with daily duties that are seemingly too mundane for a great big God to care? Perhaps we both need to work on “not despising the little things”.