Life Lessons Using A Rubber Duck

Well, it’s time for an update of some sort, don’tcha think? Time goes by sooooooooo fast and other days, seems so slow. Sounds like a song.

I met a new PD’er online. Now there’s three of us who are addicted to online PD conference chats at 3 in the morning because the RLS is keeping us up (and alert) or the meds to stop the RLS is keeping us up (and alert). Which do you prefer? Survey says…

Well, we are trying to sell our home. Not easy these days, you know. I was struggling with all of the issues surrounding this big thing in my life and for this entry, I wanted to share what I learned. This comes from another blog I do called Planting Gardens – www.plantinggardens.blogspot.com. Here it is:

LIFE LESSONS WITH A DUCK
by Sherri Woodbridge

I have come to my mom and dad’s, to spend some time with them. I think I am also trying to spend some time getting my emotions, feelings, thoughts and feelings under control. I cannot stop crying when I think of my kids and having to leave them, not knowing the next time when I will see them again.

Is that what is known as the empty nest syndrome? Is there some way to get those feathery fellows to fly home? Is this part of ‘letting go’? I suppose it is, but surely I do not have to like it. I am most certain Paul did not like going to jail and yet, he praised God while he was there.

There is a song that goes something like this:

Blessed be the name of the Lord

Blessed be His name

He gives and takes away

My heart will truly say…

Lord, blessed be your name.

Every blessing you pour out,

I’ll turn back to praise

And when the darkness closes in,

Still I will say,

Blessed be your name.

He gave me my family and in a sense has chosen to take most of them away by moving them to other parts of the country. In this darkness that seems to be enveloping me, I can choose to cower to it or I can choose to praise Him in spite of it. Will my heart truly say, Lord, blessed be your name?

I am awake and the rest of those in the house are sleeping. I have opened the shades to watch the water rush by in the river before me. It is running fast and the river is full.

A duck is floating down the river. He floats alone, seeming quite content and to be enjoying his trip. As the river carries him downstream, he does not fight it. Then he appears to slow down and drift to the side, sitting for about ten minutes as he preens himself.

For some odd reason, I feel anxious for him as he wades to the side – alone. Where is his family? Where are his friends? Why is no one else coming? Doesn’t he know that if he keeps going and doesn’t go back he’ll most likely drown at the falls?

A thousand thoughts crowd my mind, as I panic for this duck. Then I notice – he doesn’t appear worried at all. He is still quite content, over there on the side by himself.

I can be like that duck, if I choose. I can allow God to take me downstream, through rushing waters, knowing not where the river will take me and enjoy the ride – alone. I would prefer to be traveling down that river with all of my family around me, knowing they are there if I need them – being there if they need me. But ultimately? All I really need is to trust God and lean on Him alone. All I really need is… Him. He will take me safely and securely, allowing me to drift off to the side every now and then to find renewed strength and rest.

I continue to watch that duck and as he starts back out for another jaunt, he only goes about ten feet on his next venture before trying to go back upstream – back to where he came from. As I watch him, he struggles in his fight, going in the opposite direction from where the river is trying to take him.

It is then that I realize – that is what I am doing. I am fighting God. I want to go back upstream to where I came from, to how it used to be – Sunday dinners with everyone there, game nights, making homemade ice cream, watching Boo – seeing her smile, hearing her laugh. Yet, for some reason, God has taken me down this river of life. It
is a river that twists and turns and even so, while not having the slightest idea of where it is running to, unaware of what is around the bend, oblivious of where I am going to end up, I hear Him whisper, Will you trust Me?

Will I? Will I drift to the side and rest a while, allowing God to be the one to fill the hole in my heart? Will I sit there with Him, letting Him be the one who dries my tears as He pushes away the darkness that surrounds me? Will I realize that He is the river that takes me to unknown places? Will I quit fighting Him by trying to swim back upstream to what used to be?
Will I turn to Him, with an aching heart and still say, Blessed be Your name?

In surrender, I pull up my webbed feet that have become strong from fighting and trying to go my way, and I allow Him to bring me to His side and rest.

Yes. I will trust Him. After all, He is all I need.

Oh Lord, forgive me. This morning I prayed for new eyes to see you in my life and you gave me a new picture by using, of all things, a duck. Help me to be like that duck – content with just You – needing only You. Help me to float down this river of life with You, knowing You will take care of me, pushing away the darkness that closes in. When I am tired and my heart aches, pull me to the side and hide me under Your wings, just as a mother bird protects her young. Then, when it is time to float again, let me not look back and want to go back upstream, fighting You in the process but to look ahead, even if I don’t know where You are taking me. I want to trust You. No matter where You take me or how I may get there, at each turn, I want to look to You and say, blessed be Your name.

I would encourage you that if you’re struggling with anything today, there is a God who cares and is waiting to take you under His wings and hold you close. All you have to do is… let Him.

I’ll Have It His Way

I went to see a movie the other night with my daughter. Now, don’t laugh…

High School Musical 3 – Senior Year.

I haven’t watched the first two movies, but have heard from various sources that they were commendable. So, as I’m a sucker for musicals and while my husband and son went to the shoot ‘em up production in the theater adjacent to us, we went in to see ours.

We were the only people in there and had a great time. The only problem with these types of movies though… The repressed desire to sing and to dance is reawakened (much to my family’s despair). I left the theater singing The Boys are Back. I added a few little moves to the words that I could remember (which were few) and a couple dance moves. Yes, the attendant behind the snack bar laughed. And then in one of my graceful moves, I threw out my back. The pain seared through the entire middle. Fortunately, it didn’t last too long.

What was unfortunate, however, was facing my PD once again. Knowing that no matter what my heart desires, this PD – this thief – will determine whether I can do it or not. It won’t be my decision to make.

But…

If I had my way, I’d join a dance class and learn to waltz.

If I had my way, I’d go skiing one more time.

If I had my way, I’d play softball and hit a homerun and run all the bases myself.

If I had my way, I’d put my own socks and shoes on.

If I had my way, I’d insist that I can do it myself.

If I had my way, I’d do many things.

Things that I used to be able to do when I had my way.

But today is different. I can’t have my way. PD has seen to that.

I’ve had to learn to receive and not always be able to give.

I’ve had to learn dancing will have to wait, at least for now.

I’ve had to learn skiing is not for me.

I’ve had to learn others are willing to do what I cannot do.

I’ve learned, unlike Frank Sinatra, that I don’t always have to have or do it my way.

And that’s okay, because I know that for some reason, this path I am on is His way and that’s the only direction I want to go. I also know that when I reach the destiny He has set before me, He will be waiting on the dance floor of heaven, just for me.

**Pockets of Hope

Pockets of Hope

Pockets of Hope

A few weeks ago I was flying on an airplane from here to there. The weather was bad and visibility was nil. You could look out the window and see nothing but a layer of dark, gray clouds. However, every once in a while there was a little hole, a pocket in which to view the earth below. Under that dark canopy were homes, cars bustling down empty roads, people who were hurting, rejoicing, with and without hope.

It made me think of being on the other side of that cloud cover. Often I have stood under dark, gray clouds and looked up to see a little pocket of sunshine coming through the sky. Sometimes the rays have been so amazing I often have felt Christ could come right then through that ray of sunshine. I have stood there, looking upward on those gray days and felt the warmth stream down through those little pockets of sunshine and shine upon my face. Something happens inside of me. My hope is restored.

I have focused on my surroundings so often, that it is hard to lift my head. However, I have a mighty God who sits enthroned up there where the sun shines. He looks down below and sees and knows our state of mind and the condition of our spirits. That is why He gives us little pockets of hope, rays of sunshine that shine down upon us in our darkest moments. They encourage us to take a deep breath and focus above and know that He is still God and He is still in control. The little pockets of sunshine encourage us to keep going.

It’s not hard to look around and see chaos. We search within and find despair. God looks around and sees a plan. He searches within us and finds a wounded and weary spirit. We look up and see clouds that hide a clear view of who God is. We look up and fear the storms that are coming. He looks past and sees the rainbow He’s about to stretch across the sky. We see the now – He sees tomorrow.

It can be difficult to find the hope in the hard times. It can be hard to find sunshine in the storms. But, as winds of broken dreams and the rains of helplessness beat against us and wear us down, that’s when He does it.

He reaches down and gently parts the gray skies, sending a brilliant ray of light that spreads over the chaos around us. A ray of light that is captivating – luring even – as we stand there and soak up the warmth He is pouring down upon us.

He gives us pockets of hope. Amazing hope that builds up our faltering faith. A faith that gives us the strength to press on through the storms of this life.

That is my ministry of writing – to show you that there are pockets of hope for those who are weary, for those who are hurting. To offer a little something that might make you smile – laugh even – as you journey through life. A little story for a little child, a tribute to a grand grandmother, a hug on a page for a friend.

God has given me countless little pockets of hope on the darkest of days and I have learned to look for them in the hard times. They are there. I have seen them. The trick is to look for the light and not to focus on the dark clouds hanging overhead.

Lift your face from despair and look up – up to Him – and He will give you little pockets of hope – hope that will break through on even the darkest of days.

That’s a promise.

**The Promise of A Rainbow

God always keeps His promises

God always keeps His promises

Today I saw a rainbow.

I am utterly fascinated by a rainbow. The translucent colors. The arc. The brilliance. Most of all, the promise of a rainbow.

There was a time when God was not keen over the condition of the world. In fact, it was at its worst at that point. Immorality, I imagine, was at its peak. Idolatry was no doubt running rampant. Theft, murder, dishonesty, and more were most likely at an all time high. But there was one little man who God saw through heaven’s telescope that was different. I imagine, a quiet man who kept to his own but was not afraid to stand for truth and righteousness. A man whom God found favor with and therefore, became chosen to do a unique task. He was chosen to build an ark.

So he did. Somehow in his utmost faith, I imagine somewhere, on some day as he pounded stakes into holed to hold things together, something told him he was crazy. And yet he pounded and believed, had unfaltering faith and hung onto hope. Crazy or not, he had heard a Voice tell Him to do something incredible. It wasn’t a question of ‘will you’. It wasn’t an option of ‘are you interested’. It was a command to just do it. ‘Build an ark’. Instructions followed and Noah began the overwhelming and daunting task of building the biggest boat known to mankind up to that day.

And so he obeyed and built an ark. A big cruise liner for every species of animal known to mankind. They would not have to forage for food for the next 40 plus days. It would be brought to them on a silver platter (okay, so maybe it was a gopher wood platter) as they laid back and took it easy for the next two months or so.

And while Noah and his family catered to their traveling zoo, it rained and it poured and it didn’t stop for forty days and forty nights.

I imagine it was a bittersweet time. Noah undoubtedly had closed the doors to the ark to the ridicule and mockery of the world, but he also closed the doors to people who were also his friends. Sailing on his vessel most likely gave him a lot of time to think of who was left behind to drown in a sea of regret. Friends, extended family members. I am certain if Noah was who God thought he was, he had compassion for these people, even if they weren’t the cream of the crop.

I’m sure Mrs. Noah had the same thoughts. She probably cried for her fellow quilting bee partners. She probably wept for her aunts and uncles, nieces, nephews. There would be no more family reunions, women’s weekly Bible studies, or gatherings of teaching the younger women how to prepare for marriage. Those days were gone and new days were to come.

Bittersweet.

And so it rained and it rained and it rained and after forty long days, it quit. Can you imagine what Noah and his family thought at that moment? God promised it would rain for forty days and forty nights. They were probably gathered around the hay bale eating breakfast and stopped chewing and looked at each other in wonderment. It had stopped. The rain had stopped. The pitter-patter of raindrops that pelted non-stop against their vessel for the last forty days had stopped. Just like that.

I cannot imagine what must have gone through their minds, but I’m sure excitement was in the midst, somewhere. They probably jumped up and ran to the poop deck. It was true. The rain had stopped and the clouds were dissipating as quickly as they had gathered weeds before. God had kept his promise. Not only had it poured buckets upon this little family’s life, but after forty days, it had stopped just as amazingly as it had started.

In the excitement, I’m sure Noah must have said, “Oh, wait – the dove – I’ve got to get the dove.” And so the dove was sent out and returned empty handed. No land. Repeating the process every day or so, it finally returned one day with an olive branch in it’s mouth. More excitement. Land was breaking forth the tides of the storm that had held them bound in the traveling zoo. Soon they would be grounded and able to exit and loose the animals back onto the earth.

In all the activity that was taking place, something else happened. Something magnificent. Something never evidenced before. The Noah family, standing on deck – a parrot perched on Shem’s shoulder, a monkey sitting on Noah’s, a snake coiled around Ham’s arm – stood wide-eyed with their mouths open. Never had they seen anything so beautiful before. (Obvious paraphrasing going on…)

There in front of them, spread across the entire sky draped an arc of brilliant colors. Red, orange, yellow, green, purple, blue. They were awestruck. Before them, stretched from one end of the earth to the other was a magnificent rainbow.

And God said, “I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth. Whenever I bring clouds over the earth and the rainbow appears in the clouds, I will remember my covenant between me and you and all living creatures of every kind. Never again will the waters become a flood to destroy all life. Whenever the rainbow appears in the clouds, I will see it and remember the everlasting covenant between God and all living creatures of every kind on the earth.”

When God approached Noah in his vineyard many months prior to this moment, He made a promise that He was going to send rain to flood the earth. He promised to save Noah and his family by way of an ark. He promised it would rain forty days and nights. There was a promise in that promise that it would not last forever. And now, Noah and his family stood gazing upon that rainbow and God made another promise. To never do that again. He would never send another flood to destroy the earth.

Noah could believe God. Noah’s faith was strong. He had watched God make promises in the past and he had watched God keep each one. He knew that God would keep this promise.

Today I saw a rainbow with brilliant color so red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and violet. It was absolutely beautiful. And when I saw it, I smiled. There were dark clouds with windows of blue sky. And then there was the rainbow.

I remembered what the promise of the rainbow was and how God has kept his promise. And each time I see a rainbow I remember how God keeps all of his promises. And it makes me smile. And it renews my hope and I am encouraged and reminded that even on the darkest of days, God will be there because God always keeps His promises.

That’s the promise of a rainbow.