Hope in the PT office

Hope is huge.  To the person without it, there’s an empty feeling.  To the person with it, there’s a sparkle in their eyes.  I relived hope recently as I talked with a physical therapist.  Explaining to him how I guarded my lower back for years, I guessed that a doctor would tell me I needed an MRI, which would lead to surgery.  Rather than submit to the unknowns of going under the knife, I chose to endure the pain I already knew.  Then my friend went to physical therapy, and I saw her health improve and her pain lessen dramatically.  She told me, “This PT office offers a free assessment, and I keep thinking of you when I’m there.  Why not go?”  So I went.  And the therapist told me I didn’t have a herniated disc.  He smiled, “I think in a couple of weeks we can have you feeling a lot better.”  And at first I was stunned.  Yet as reality set in, I felt hope disperse through my body, lending me almost tearful, sort of joyfully bewildered to imagine life with freedom of movement.  No more shifting my feet to keep standing.  No more bracing to a chair.  No more expectation of pain when I tried to lean forward.  I had hope now, and it lifted my whole outlook.  All the more does our hope in Christ lift us out of all sorts of weariness.  A heart rescued by Christ can experience a whole realm of living that flourishes.  Isaiah 40:30-31 tells us, “ . . . those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.  They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.”  Will you invite Jesus to bring hope to you today?  Will you offer the same to someone else?

Constructing the goal

Do you have a fun holiday memory?  Our trip to the Dallas area last month still makes me smile, yet maybe in an unsuspecting way.  We drove to visit family and offered to help assemble their new basketball goal.  Outside temperature was in the 30s, so we opted for opening the big box in the garage.  My brother led the charge, my husband collaborated on tools and problem-solving, and my nephews and I at different times stood near to await our assignments.  Actually the “stood near” part is a loose term because some certain nephews who remain nameless here seemed to have a knack for disappearing from the work site.  Nevertheless, this was the only time I could remember us building something together, so I was excited.  Soon I’m chuckling at how motley a crew we are.  Emanating from one side of the garage, distinct sighs of boredom set in.  From another direction, a complaint:  “It’s cold!”  With my brother staying studious to the manufacturer’s instruction sheet, my husband asked, “Hey, do you have a rat-tail file?,” to which one nephew answered, “I have no idea what these tools are!”  I then hear a reprimand to another nephew for playing on his phone.  An adult chimes in, “Uh-oh, we skipped a step.”  Another, “How far back do we need to go?”  And really I’m still chuckling today because the task blew everybody’s cover.  Beyond any dressed-up, cleaned-up holiday presentation and without the hype of any fancy vacation, this rather mundane task of assembling a basketball goal had opened a door that I loved.  To work alongside, to find common purpose, to realize in the end that you actually don’t want to quit, even lamenting “Oh, man, we’re just now getting the hang of this!” is a true blessing.  To have discovered each other’s mechanical talents (or lack thereof), to have trudged together through one of those beleaguered trips to the hardware store to buy an additional ¼-inch tool, and to have laughed at ourselves for the honesty that’s inevitable in daily chores is actually precious insight.  Psalm 84:10 reminds us, “Better is one day in your courts than a thousand elsewhere; I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than dwell in the tents of the wicked.”  It was a Christmastime gift I wouldn’t trade.  Thank you, Lord, for opening our eyes when You bestow blessings.  And thanks to my sister-in-law for hot chocolate, knit caps, and warm gloves that day.

A different optometry

I love surprises like this.  No ordinary appointment today.  Having become suspicious of some blurry vision, I visited the optometrist.  Asking him how he’d been doing, I learned about his dad’s health, which prompted a story of his dad’s life that included the Korean War.  What an inspiration to hear of this man’s care of people and love of life, though now very weak and ill of health.  The optometrist offered an earnest request for prayer, to which I was honored to respond.  So there in the office, we prayed together.  We prayed aloud.  We encountered some tearful moments that don’t enter every optometric visit.  The Lord bestowed a tender vulnerability with purpose above and beyond any physical ailment of my eyes.  The larger need involved more of a spiritual optometry, you might say.  First Peter 3:15 tells us, “. . . Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have . . .”  This day I was called to answer in prayer, sharing encouragement and our hope that is Christ.  For you, I ask the Lord to let you experience the joy of His surprises.  May He give new awareness of His purposes for your life.

Prodigal puppets

Lost keys.  Lost phone.  Lost anything.  How do you rejoice when the lost is found?  Last month my study group visited some precious children.  We arrived with scissors, glue, yarn, buttons, socks, and plenty of plastic wiggly eyes, all for constructing puppets for these sweet ones with disabilities.  Accessible for both ambulatory and wheelchair-bound, our craft area donned huge smiles to welcome these preschoolers.  I brought my cardboard theater and some extra puppets in case anyone wanted to play puppeteer while today’s glue still dried, and indeed glee displayed when these young ones danced their puppets at the cardboard window.  A wonderfully joyful day all-around.  Later returning home, I realized 4 of my finger puppets were missing:  a rabbit, a frog, a lion, and an elephant.  No sign of them in my cart, nor in my bag.  If somehow they remained on the table at the children’s center, I asked the Lord to use them to entertain again and again.  In case they were lost somewhere else, I asked Him to reveal them to me.  As weeks passed, I almost forgot about them, until last Wednesday when I lifted a pair of black pants off the clothes hanger.  There in the right-hand pocket were a rabbit, a frog, and an elephant.  Stepping back into the closet, I found the lion on the floor.  And, oh, how my heart quickened to remember my prayer.  Certainly on the surface nothing seemed too significant about 4 miniature puppets made of ordinary fabric.  Yet the Lord used the ordinary to remind me how extraordinarily He hears and listens to the voices of His children.  How personal and detailed He is with us.  So I want to celebrate with Him first, before sharing with any family or friend.  And to celebrate as He does, I need His compassion.  Luke 15 explains that compassion leads the Lord to celebrate in abundance.  With a feast and a robe, He welcomes and rejoices for the lost being found, the dead coming alive.  So I ask Him to impart to us His compassion, as my newly found puppets remind me.  May we receive and carry forward in joy. 

Russian radio thrill

I almost didn’t recognize the moment.  Over the radio in the car, I heard “How Great Is Our God,” though I’d heard it lots of times before.  Passion’s world edition melts my heart every time, yet I’ve never really tried to understand any of the languages other than English and Spanish, just assuming they were out of my reach.  Then suddenly I caught a vague recognition of two words.  “Did he say ‘Наш Бог’?”  Such a thrill to even hope that my study of Russian was translating into real life.  Arriving home, I pulled up YouTube, and yes, the singer says “Наш Бог так велик,” which means ‘How great is our God.'  Well, this is huge news for me.  This is so big that my heart can hardly handle the blessing.  When any of us follows the Lord into something, our eyes are open wide for His leading.  We watch closely for Him to cue our next step.  I knew the Lord wouldn’t leave me stranded, but I also didn’t know how the details of learning Russian would live out.  So these moments found my heart leaping into praise of how He was so sweetly encouraging me to keep studying.  Certainly He has guided me all along.  Certainly He tuned my ears to the lyrics today when ordinarily they would’ve tuned out.  Psalm 147:6 tells us, “The Lord sustains the humble . . .”  And I am overjoyed and thankful and trusting of Him all the more to sustain me along His path.  May you too be blessed in seeing Him at work in your life.

Attention: Shoppers

How do you feel about giving gifts?  For me, it’s something I love.  It's also something that stresses me out.  Two weeks ago my husband and I stared down the task of preparing 16 gifts.  Though part of our family draws names for Christmas so that each adult gives only one gift, we still had a slew of birthdays to celebrate.  So I prayed, “Lord, show me through.  Lead me in this.”  After all, Christ tells us to not worry about our life and what we will eat, drink, and wear.  In Matthew 6:33, He says, “But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.”  In case my family reads this, I won't give names of stores, but here’s the gist of what happened after I prayed.  On a Wednesday in the course of my usual day at a hospital, I stopped at a small shop.  To my surprise, I found 3 gifts.  The next day en route to visiting some pediatric patients, I came upon another small shop and happily found 2 more gifts.  Friday evening on a shopping trip with my husband, we found still 3 more, plus we ordered 1 from a bookstore due to a recent email ad I consider divinely inspired.  Then Saturday we found the remaining 7, all conveniently located in 1 store.  Add everything together, and within 4 days the Lord had pointed us to 16 gifts with very little effort outside the regular day.  Especially for anyone who stresses over gift-buying, this is an astonishing feat.  I kept hearing my own voice rattling in the air because it’s difficult to keep quiet when every bone in your body is utterly amazed.  In awe I stood and sat and knelt to pray, practically fidgety and unable to contain the joy.  It's an experience I love to relive, and so I pray for you too.  May the Lord give you His almost inexplicable joy for experiencing His presence.

Flood of Russian reassurance

For almost 2 years, the idea to learn Russian has stayed with me.  I haven’t known why exactly, except that when meeting Holocaust Survivors in 2015, the Lord gave me a deep love for them.  And they spoke Russian.  So as part of loving and serving them, it seems natural to want to share in their language.  And as I’ve prayed for the Lord to guide me, He’s recently revealed a couple of things.  He showed my husband and me to return to the Survivors in Israel in February.  He also introduced me to some delightful new friends, reminding me to not become so focused on any one future event that I lose sight of blessings along the road.  When taking a local community education class, I met someone for whom I’m so grateful because she continues even now to teach me more of the language.  Through italki.com, I met Russian-speakers via Skype who also are helping me learn.  And in both instances, these acquaintances have become friendships and have brought blessings beyond language.  There’s been opportunity to learn about life in other parts of the world and pray for these new friends and share the name of Christ.  How sweet is that!  And still as I’ve been tempted to feel frustrated at learning the language so slowly, the Lord set my ears to the song “Flood the Earth.”  Just imagining His glory and power pushing out darkness and fear and pain, as the lyrics say, I suddenly focus more on the pleasure of His larger purposes and less on any difficulty of learning a single language.  The Lord will indeed accomplish His purposes.  There's no thwarting that.  In whatever way He chooses to use the Russian language with me and the Survivors, with these new friends, with whomever else, He will supernaturally make it happen.  My job is to diligently seek Him.  Philippians 1:6 tell us, “. . . he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.”  And it is there that you and I can be thankful to find peace in the Lord's love.

Self-doubt & hospice

Ever wonder about your purpose in life?  Does the thought ever hit you, “What am I doing?” or “How did I get here?”  Sometimes it helps to retrace my steps.  Four months ago, I began volunteering with hospice.  I loved the idea from the start, but once finally meeting my patients, a day came that I suddenly panicked.  My confidence vanished.  I lacked any solid sense of how to greet and lead conversation.  Questions of self-doubt crept in.  Yet I remembered praying long before.  Before answering that VolunteerMatch inquiry, before completing that very lengthy volunteer application, before consenting to a background check, before driving to meet my volunteer coordinator for the first time, I asked the Lord to guide any decisions about where I should be.  And to recall that sequence of events, recognizing again that it was all predicated on prayer, helped to reassure me that I was in the right place.  Coming to mind also was Matthew 10:19, which tells us, “. . . do not worry about what to say or how to say it.  At that time you will be given what to say, for it will not be you speaking, but the Spirit of your Father speaking through you.”  Even though Jesus spoke these words to the apostles about circumstances of arrest, I trust the message translates to other settings.  In my situation of hospice, indeed the Lord provided.  He supplied joy in visiting my patients, inspiring me with words to say and songs to sing, refreshing me with new amazement for seeing Him at work.  So when you next sense any self-doubt approaching, may you trust in His word.  May you seek His deliverance, knowing He saves us once unto eternity, yet He saves us over and over for His daily purposes on this earth.

Hospital's inquisitive boy

“He’s cool!  I wanna get my degree and be a PT!”  Those words I heard from an adventurous boy.  Evidently his grandfather’s physical therapist made a favorable impression.  And while not every seventh-grader would appear undaunted in a large medical facility, this boy was actually enjoying the hospital’s open roads.  Navigating the elevators and making trips to the lobby and onward to the gift shop, even asking me directly about my role as a volunteer, he queried with earnest interest, “Are you here every day?”  I answered, “Just one day a week here, but I volunteer at other places too.”  I mentioned how he could become a volunteer as a high school student in just 2 years, adding “My daughter even found a job at a hospital by volunteering first.  You can volunteer at all kinds of places, in the day and at night.  My husband and I had fun volunteering at a music festival recently, and then we got concert tickets for free.”  With that, his eyes bounced wide with excitement, saying “I wanna do that!”  I continued, “I pray for the Lord to lead me each day.  I ask Him to lead me where to be, what to do, what to say.  He makes the connections.  He takes care of everything.”  Then we paused.  “Do you know Jesus?” I inquired.  And the boy nodded his head affirmatively.  It was an intriguing conversation and such a highlight of the day for me.  First Peter 3:15 tells us, “. . . Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. . .”  In this case, how amazingly did the Lord connect an inquisitive boy and a hospital volunteer to encourage them both in His name.

Beyond jams & jellies at Central Market

Last month my husband and I shopped at Central Market.  There’s only one of its kind in San Antonio, and I hoped to finally find unsweetened carob as a noncaffeine substitute for chocolate.  Glad to say, we found it.  Even better, we approached their tasting area for jams and jellies, and lo and behold, I heard a familiar voice.  It’s a friend we hadn’t seen in many months, and how I loved the surprise of seeing him today!  He lives not too far, and the bus delivers him right in front of the market.  Such fun to talk, but then after probably 20 minutes we parted ways, and I gave him our phone number again, just in case.  Days passed, and weeks passed, and then he called me about something totally different, inquiring as to whether I’d be interested in helping him teach English classes.  He planned for lessons to begin with Bible study in Spanish, then we’d choose particular words from the verses to translate into English, and then we’d add vocabulary to build sentences and practice pronunciation all along the way.  He had recently received requests for English classes, and the whole idea sounded so exciting that I almost forgot to ask the Lord.  So I paused and prayed, not wanting to jump into a new endeavor on my own, and in a few days I called our friend to accept his invitation.  He asked about my husband bringing his guitar for some coritos, and the very next Sunday evening, we loaded our Bibles, the guitar, and our bilingual songsheets, and we’ve been blessed ever since.  Our students have become our new friends.  And how I’m humbled to realize I had nothing to do with creating these sweet circumstances.  All we did was walk into a store, presuming our only purpose was to find unsweetened carob.  Jesus says in John 3:21, “But whoever lives by the truth comes into the light, so that it may be seen plainly that what he has done has been done through God.”  Thank you, Lord, for enlightening me this day.