Monday, August 15, 2016

A KEY

     My Scottish heritage kicks in when I buy something that does not seem to perform the way it should. I dropped the carafe for my coffeemaker. It made a perfect smashed-into-smithereens landing. The test on the universal replacement carafe was successful, I thought, so I squished its packaging for the recycle bin. 

     In the morning when the first authentic use was due. the coffeemaker made all the right noises, yet nothing but steam appeared in the carafe. If you have a drop of Scottish blood you know what I was thinking. The package was flattened. I could not return the carafe. I was "out" that money and I would need a new coffeemaker.

     God is so good, even to frugal folks of Scottish ancestry. The Holy Spirit nudged me to check what I'd tossed into the recycle bin - instructions and an alternate lid. The tall lid had seemed to make the carafe fit too snugly and I thought the short lid in the kit had passed the test. The instructions gave the tall lid priority. That was the key. I tried the tall lid again. The pause and serve feature activated and coffee flowed.

     Trouble with the pond pump gave me a second  run on this lesson. The entire contraption fell apart when I tried to secure the fountain head. The same parts that fit together when I first assembled the pump no longer connected. 

     The manual dealt with several different pumps and provided meagre information for each of them. An illustration for my model showed ridges on the top of the main shaft. I had that piece upside down. That was the key. I reversed it and each section fit together.

     Life throws lots bigger difficulties at us than broken carafes and fountains. The prince of this world wants us to think we're defeated. He is relentless and we must be relentless also. We can focus on his black picture or turn and withstand him in the light and truth of God's Word.

     We see what is confronting us in our natural circumstances. If we realize the essence of our conflicts is in the spiritual realm, we can choose to be strong and stand protected by the armour God has provided. (Ephesians 6:10-18) When we trust God for the answer the Holy Spirit will give us a key that will be the difference between frustration and victory. With God nothing is impossible. (Matthew 19:26)

       

Monday, August 1, 2016

HERE I AM

     My house buddy, yes, that large ginger cat, is completely at peace with himself. He demonstrated this again a couple of weeks ago. Some hours after my last post on this blog on July 15th, he disappeared. He went out after supper and that was it. I didn't see him again.

     Neighbours had borrowed the ladder from the brown barn. He can dart through any open door without being seen. When he had not come to the back door by bedtime I checked the brown barn and every place I could think of where's he's been imprisoned in the past.

     It was a beautiful moonlit night, like others on which he has decided to skip the "time to come in" call. I checked to see if he'd come to the door at 1:00 a.m. and 4:00 and 7:00, each time expecting to find him with his indignant,"Well, where have you been?" No Mr. Whiskers.

     I walked the four sides of our block and was thankful there was no sign of an unfortunate end to his existence. At 10:00 a.m. he appeared at the door, warm and fed, pranced through to check his dish which still contained food from Friday evening; turned up his nose and left again. He padded down the walk past the barn and took a left.

    Sure enough, a visit to his friends on the next street provided the answer. When Nancy opened their garage door around 10:00 Saturday morning there he was - since about 6:00 the evening before when the garage was shut. Nancy was sure he would bolt for home. No. He gave her what-for until she fed him; then checked in at home just long enough to be sure things were as they should be.

     Not a golden hair of co-dependence exists within my cat. His joy and security has nothing to do with what anyone thinks about him. He stands on his hind legs and drums with his front paws on the door he wants opened. I comply because I love him.

     How about you and me? In John 10:9 we read, "knock and it will be opened to you." (NKJV) The Lord Jesus is the door (John 10:9 NKJV) When we come to Him we are welcomed into His family because Father God loves us. And we can be as confident as Mr. Whiskers that we belong and everything we need will be provided.