Monthly Archives: February 2014

The Restart Button


The cry of the human heart is for a restart button.   Is there anyone who doesn’t have regrets about something?  Is there anyone who doesn’t wish they could wake up and live a day over again, doing it differently?   Sometimes the regret runs so deep that we long for a new life.

Jesus said that no one can see the kingdom of God unless he is born again.  He made this astonishing statement to Nicodemus, a teacher of the law.  (See John 3)  Nicodemus struggled with how this could be, and Jesus said, “Flesh gives birth to flesh, but the Spirit gives birth to spirit.”

Jesus is The Restart Button.  He is the force behind the desire for a restart.  His is the power to produce a new life, a new beginning.  He says He himself makes all things new.   When we believe Him, really believe Him and begin a life of following Him, we restart, new every morning!  Every morning we awake forgiven and empowered to love Him and love others.

This isn’t false advertising.  The One who made the claim was resurrected and rules the universe.  He lives to be my restart button.  He lives to be yours.  He waits for you to call out to Him.   He delights to share His life, His New Life with you.

Lord Jesus,  reveal your love and power to those who long for a restart.   Give each of them your New Life.


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Falling In Love Every Morning


I recently watched a Hallmark movie titled: Remember Sunday.  The story was about a man who had suffered a cerebral aneurism and consequently lost his capacity to store memories.  He remembered all that had happened before his cerebral bleed but nothing afterward.  Each morning he awoke with no recall of yesterday.  To manage this challenge, he left himself notes on a computer and a note by his alarm clock to check his computer file first thing each morning.  He met a young woman whom he learned to love.   A long term relationship meant awakening each morning with no memory of her and only notes to remind himself that he had this relationship.  One morning while running with his brother he asked him whether it was possible to fall in love every day.  His brother’s wistful response was a rhetorical question – isn’t that what we all want?

Ah, what a question indeed.   Is that what all married couples long for?  Is it possible?  Is that what I long for with my husband and in my sacred romance with the Lord Jesus Christ?  Can I fall in love new every morning?

How do I fall in love new every morning?  I think it must involve seeing, seeing as if for the first time my beloved, really seeing, deep down seeing  – who he is and how he touches my heart.   Each morning I need to intentionally look to my husband’s strengths, not his weakness. So each morning I need to intentionally focus on my Savior’s attributes, and not my disappointments.

Oh, Lord Jesus, turn my eyes to you and to my husband every morning.  Open my eyes to see, really see both of you. Each sunrise may I find myself falling in love anew with you and with my husband.

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A Morning Valentine



We took a deep breath in January, sighing with relief that my husband’s cancer was gone and that his treatment was completed.  February bought a new crises of a different nature.  Once again I was fighting for air.  My gasping, running conversation with God mostly sounded like this: “I can’t take much more, Lord.  I’m about ready to come unglued….Help….Help……Help.”

During the early morning quiet on February 14th, I suddenly heard the music and words to an old hymn being played in my mind.  God was delivering a Valentine to me in the form of the old song, I am His and He is Mine.*  I jumped out of bed and found the old hymnal.  God’s love washed over me as I read all the stanzas.

“Loved by an everlasting love, Led by grace that love to know; …
Things that once were wild alarms Cannot now disturb my rest;
Closed in everlasting arms, Pillowed on the loving breast.
Oh to lie forever here, Doubt, and care, and self resign,
While He whispers in my ear, I am His, and He is mine.”

Nothing changed that morning, but I was changed, reassured once agin.  The strength, peace, and courage I had been screaming for were imparted in the embrace of my Savior.

Oh, Lord, keep me coming back for your morning hugs that give me strength, that give me life.  Keep whispering, “I am yours, and You are mine.”

*George W. Robinson and James Mountain from The New Church Hymnal

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Storehouses of Snow


When Job ( a good man who suffered), questioned God, the Lord answered him with questions that left Job to understand that understanding God was beyond his human comprehension.  (see Job 38)  One of these questions was: “Have you entered the storehouses of snow or seen the storehouses of the hail which I reserve for times of trouble, for days of war and battle?”

A question to ponder, to take to heart, to store in one’s heart.  Some translations use the word treasuries, instead of storehouses. Perhaps, we, God’s humble children, might also find treasures in storehouses of snow – treasures  to assist us in times of trouble and days of battle.

It has been a long, hard winter in more than just weather.   While battling deep snow and sub zero temperatures, my husband, Howard, finished his fight with cancer.  He, by God’s mercy, won the battle.   What treasures were hidden  for him in this difficult, trying season of life.

Our Son Jim wrote in his Christmas letter:  ” My dad had stage 3 lymphoma.  4 long months later he is now cancer free, praise God!  His peace through it all confirmed his walk with Jesus.  He was truly okay with God’s will (win or lose), even though I wasn’t.  He lived out Philippians 1:21 (For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain,) before my eyes and inspired me to run my race strong.”

Jim’s words are one of Howard’s treasures hidden in the snow.  His season of difficulty bears fruit if it inspires our son to run his race strong.  That inspiration is a treasure Jim reserves for times of trouble and days of battle.  I have no doubt there are other treasures hidden away; some to be revealed as time goes by, and others that will remain hidden from Howard’s knowledge.

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