Wednesday, January 30, 2013

THE GREAT ADVENTURE OF WALKING WITH JESUS!



A couple of years ago I became friends with a lovely Peruvian lady who works at a local diner bussing tables.  I took 3 years of Spanish in high school more than 40 years ago now.  I was not very fluent in the language then, so as you can imagine, I’m even LESS fluent now.  Martha speaks almost no English as well, yet somehow, we manage to “converse” about children, grandchildren and the weather.  That friendship made me think that it would be so helpful to learn to teach English as a second language so that Martha and others like her might better adjust to their new culture and navigate more easily.

With our close proximity to New York City where many men work, our county draws people from all over the world.  The street we live on is a cul de sac on both sides and the population occupying the homes represents people from all over the world!  We have Asians – Koreans, Chinese, and Japanese.  We have East Indians.   We have Philippinos, Malaysians, Egyptians – all of them first generation – and their children, some of them American born.  And then we have us - second, third and beyond European types but we are quickly becoming the minority!  We don’t have to travel far these days to hear other languages and experience another culture – and I love it!

After meeting Martha one of the desires the Lord put in my heart was to get some kind of training in ESL (English As A Second Language).  It wasn’t long after that I notice a flyer at our library offering free training and I was very excited!  The down side was that the training was offered at a time when I was not free.  

The next year it was advertised again and my excitement was renewed, however, I discovered that with the training came a commitment to participate in the library’s ESL program for a year, meeting once a week for an hour and a half with your student.  That year I was doing a number of other ministry related things at church and was afraid I wouldn’t be able to fulfill the commitment, so I had to let the opportunity go.

Then finally this fall everything came together.  The class was offered at a time I was free and I thought I could fit the year long one and half hour sessions into my schedule, so I signed up.  I met with about 20 others for 8 hours total of training, which was interesting, informative and challenging.

The librarian trainers told us that most of the people who are interested in ESL tutoring are beginners.  Although I’m a trained teacher, all of my teaching was with young children.  That lack of experience teaching advanced grammar concepts, combined with the many years since I’d actually studied English grammar, made me anxious about teaching anything but a beginner.  So I breathed a sigh of relief.  

And then I received information about the young woman I’d be teaching – she was described as intermediate.  I immediately began to kick myself for not paying better attention in class when they gave some suggestions for teaching intermediate students!  In her e mail of information about my student, the librarian said that if I thought for any reason the match wouldn’t work, I could request someone else.

I have to admit, my initial thought was, “yes”!  I thought I was getting a beginner, I’d never done this before.   What would I do with someone who might actually need help in advanced grammar???  

And then I stopped whining and complaining, and faith kicked in.  I knew the Lord had been leading me to do this for some time.  I hadn’t requested any particular level of student because I had prayed for the Lord to do the matching, so now I had to walk by faith that this student was HIS student.  So I said yes and made arrangements to meet Eri.

Eri is a lovely young Japanese woman (whose name is actually pronounced Eddie) and has been living in the states for some time.  She’s the mother of two young children and her husband works in New York City.  In her former life, before kids, she was a dietician in Japan, so she’s well educated as well as sweet and smiling and polite.  And her grammar is excellent!  Whew!  What a blessing!

In those first conversations back in the fall when we were still finding out about each other, Eri told me that she and her husband had been living in Idaho (yes, there apparently really are people living in Idaho – although I have never met anyone else from there – sorry you Idahoians!) while Kaz went to school.  There they were befriended by Kaz’s ESL teacher – a woman who, along with her husband, had been missionaries in Japan for 19 years and who had a ministry to international students!

I heard “missionaries” and my heart did a flip!  That was the confirmation I needed that being paired with Eri was not a chance encounter.  It was a divine encounter, orchestrated by God to bring her and me together.  

At some point I mentioned something about my church and Eri told me that they attended a Christian church in our town.  When I asked if she was a Christian, she said, “We’re learning”.  I was already impressed that this young couple had sought to continue to learn about what it means to be a Christian by venturing out on their own here in New Jersey to become part of a Christian fellowship.  That takes courage!

So Eri and I are new friends, but we are more than that, because the Spirit of the Lord is moving in both our hearts, drawing us together and blessing us in ways neither of us imagined, and in ways we’ve yet to see.

Following Jesus is an adventure – an adventure that has taken me to exciting places I didn’t plan to go and never would have dreamed.  His plan for us is so much bigger and better than anything we could dream for ourselves.  

And what could be better than encouraging someone seeking to know Him so that one day they too will walk with Him.  And I didn’t have to go to Japan to do it!

Want to live more than just a ho-hum Christian life?  Then “delight in the Lord” and let Him put HIS desires in your heart, and get ready. . . . adventure will surely follow! 

All you have to do is say, “Yes, Lord, lead the way.  I’m right behind you!”

Thursday, January 24, 2013

REMEMBERING MOM


I miss my mom.  It was 7 years ago on Monday, January 17 when I finished a lecture for Bible Study Fellowship International on Romans 8.  When I went to the back of the church after, one of the other leaders said, "You were a little off tonight.  Are you worried about your mom?"

The next day Mom was scheduled for an angiogram.  Is it possible not to worry about these things with our aging parents?  It wasn't possible for me.  Anyway, Jim and I had been visiting Mom in Florida in December.  We'd gone to see "The Nativity" at a local movie theater and I noticed that Mom was really winded just from walking across the parking lot and I was concerned because I thought her shortness of breath was from bronchitis.  The next day I noticed that her ankles were swollen and I immediately thought of my dad who had frequently experienced that due to heart related issues - and my concern soared.  So I was concerned about that test.

I had called to pray with mom on the morning of the test and then I heard nothing until the phone call that would change everything.  My stepdad Lee called to tell me that Mom had had a stroke during the test.  Before the stroke the doctors determined that all that shortness of breath and exhaustion was caused by a faulty heart valve which would need to be replaced.  As soon as we could get a flight, my brother and I left for Florida.

When our flight landed, we went straight to the hospital.  Mom was in the stroke unit. She seemed animated and in good spirits and she was talking a mile a minute, but we couldn't understand anything she said.  It was awful!  The animation, and good spirits, and talkative nature was Mom all over, but she was frustrated that no one could understand her, especially her husband who was already hampered with a hearing loss!

Mom was there for about a week and then was transferred to rehab center near her home. Gradually, thanks to the new drugs for stroke victims, she did regain some of her ability to be understood and in some ways seemed like her old self.  However, they warned us that unless she could more fully recover from the stroke, she couldn't have the valve surgery she needed to survive.  Because her ability to swallow was impaired by the stroke they had to surgically insert a feeding tube.  We hoped this would enable her to regain her strength, but the very "food" that would make that happen increased the fluid around her already weakened heart.

When Mom went into the rehab center I came home and resumed preparation for the next Bible Study Fellowship lecture.  I was halfway through that when Lee called to tell me Mom was back in the hospital with congestive heart failure.  So I dropped everything and flew back down.  When the nurse caring for my mom in the emergency room left the room for a minute, I followed him, and asked what he thought was her prognosis.  He said two weeks.  It was a terrible wake up call to realize that my mom, who had been such a strong, take charge, and independent woman was now near the end of her life.  I hated to think of it.

My brother and I had a talk.  We agreed that one of us should be there, for Mom, as well as for our stepdad and his daughter.  It was agreed that the someone should be me.  My position in BSF was a critical one, especially at that particular time, but in praying about it and weighing the pros and cons of staying or going, I could NOT leave my mom.  And so on February 13, my 60th birthday, I sent them my letter of resignation and so ended the ministry involvement that had been the focus of the last 18 years of my life.  It was a bittersweet parting, but I was convinced it was the right one.

In order to understand why this was such a critical decision, you need to understand something about the relationship between my mom and me.  I loved my mom and she loved me - but we were as unalike as two people could be.  Mom was a people person.  She was great with people, something of  a people magnet really.  Elderly folks especially, were drawn to her and she to them.  Mom had a way of making them feel instantly comfortable and cared about. 

She could go anywhere without knowing a single person and manage to strike up a friendly conversation with a perfect stranger.  Mom found it difficult to be in the same room with other people and NOT talk to them.  She had a flare for telling stories and whenever she had an audience, she'd tell one, which was guaranteed to throw everyone into fits of hysteria.  The last time she "held court" with her story telling was at our daughter's wedding just two year previously.

When it came to personality, I was nothing like Mom.  I was the quiet one.  If I had a choice between being with people or reading a good book, I chose the book every time!  Around people, especially people I didn't know, I felt shy and awkward and preferred to fade into the background.  Mom would rarely let me do that.  She would want to introduce me, and I would wish she'd pretend she didn't know me!  I would never tell a funny story because as soon as all eyes were on me, I'd become uncomfortable and mess up the details and the story would fall flat.  My stories did NOT draw a crowd.

A perfect illustration of how this clash of personalities was always causing friction between us was when I was in high school.  I'd been invited to a birthday party by a girl I knew from the place we vacationed in the summer.  I didn't know the girl all that well, and I certainly knew none of the others who would be at the party.  Mom, loving people and parties herself, pressured me to say yes, but when the day of the party came, I refused to go.  Mom didn't understand how the party she would have been thrilled to attend herself at my age, sent me into a panic of discomfort!

Our different ways of looking at these things often had us at odds.  So when I had an opportunity to put love into action with Mom, I wanted to seize it and not shift it to someone else.  The decision of whether to stay with Mom or leave so that I could fulfill my responsibility to BSF was difficult, but once made, I never regretted the choice.

The weeks I spent with Mom were so precious to us both.  After being transferred from the nursing home back to the hospital, she caught C Diff.  This is a highly contagious virus that causes serious diarrhea.  It's hugely uncomfortable for the patient and depletes their already flagging strength.  Coupled with the difficulty Mom was having being fed from the feeding tube, she just kept getting weaker.

But, I was able to care for her in ways I had never had to do before.  I did the cleansing of her body at times.  I slept in the same room so that when she woke she wouldn't become disoriented.  Once I began to be better able to understand her, I became Mom's translator - with hospital personnel and with Lee, who had such difficulty hearing her quieter voice.

There was a night that was especially sweet.  Mom woke, and I got up myself so that I could see if there was something she wanted.  Instead of saying anything, she just motioned for me to come closer.  I got up close to the bed and leaned over.  She said nothing, but motioned me to come closer.  She didn't stop indicating that I was to come closer until I was in bed with her and we were snuggled up together.  I sang hymns, we talked about heaven, and I prayed for her.  I was so grateful to the hospital staff for leaving us alone and allowing me to stay every night she was there.  Thankfully, she was the only patient in the room.  I felt as if that room was a sanctuary - with only Mom, me and the Lord occupying it.  I'll treasure those times.

At the end of a week long stay, Mom was pronounced clear of the C Diff infection and released to go home.  Lee had taken care of his first wife for years as she suffered through the debilitating disease that is MS, and so he knew what was needed as we prepared for Mom to go home.  When we arrived at the house it had been furnished with a hospital bed, and all the things we'd need to care for Mom.  But she was home for only two nights before she was admitted once again to the hospital.

This time around the doctors were much more up front about her prognosis.  They were suggesting a hospice care home.  Hospice provides only palliative care for those with six months or less of life.  The hospital could do no more for Mom.

 I remember she was reluctant to go.  Just hearing the word "hospice" kind of forces us to face our mortality.  Right or wrong, we supported the hospice nurse when she told of someone who had been in hospice on a feeding tube but then no longer needed it and could go home.  When Mom heard that, she was more willing to go, although the family was under no illusion that she would recover.

What a beautiful place the hospice center proved to be!  It was quiet and private.  Mom had a huge room of her own where the entire family could stay - all day and all night - if they chose.  And because we could, we did.  At the end of the day, some of us would go home, but someone would always stay through the night.  There was a lovely kitchen there for family members, well supplied with cake and coffee donated by a local bakery.  And the staff was wonderful to Mom, treating her with kindness and patience and respect.  If we had needed it, there were counselors on hand as well to support the family.

Since my brother and I are believers in Jesus and so was Mom, our time together reinforced her faith as well as ours. It was a time to sing the great hymns of the faith, to talk about the surety of heaven that awaits all those who belong to Jesus, and it was a time to read the Scriptures that give us hope and confidence about our future.  Mom's room became a holy place.

Early in the day on which Mom would meet Jesus, she called us all in for prayer.  I had been sitting outside thinking and praying about what was ahead for her and us when I received the call to come.  I wondered if Mom had taken a turn for the worse and wanted us to pray her through it.  But that's not what she had in mind at all.  SHE wanted to pray for US!  She raised her hands in each of our directions (my brother, Lee, his daughter Debbie, and I), and she prayed.  We were unable to understand what she said, but it doesn't matter, Jesus knows.  How precious it was to have Mom pray for ME at that time, on that day.

Sometime in the evening, Mom drifted into unconsciousness and passed from this life to the next, to look into the face of Jesus.  It was a time of sadness, but for my brother and me, it was also a time of incredible joy!  Mom was with the Lord at last!

How grateful I am that we had that time together.  Mom and I were so different, but the experiences we shared during those difficult days knitted us together in a way that we always longed for, but struggled to enjoy. 

One day I am going to see Mom again.  I am as sure of that as I am that the sun will rise tomorrow.  And when we meet at heaven's gate there will never again be a time when one of us has trouble understanding the other!  And best of all, we will know the joy of being with Jesus - together.

I love you Mom.                        Marilyn Ruth Cuttell Kaden Fernquist 1928-2007

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

NEW YEAR, NEW LIFE - Answering God's Call



Today’s reading in Oswald Chamber’s devotional, “My Utmost for His Highest”, comes from the book of Isaiah and is one of my favorite passages.  It describes a vision given by God to Isaiah in which Isaiah sees the Lord high and lifted up, and himself thoroughly sinful in comparison.  What follows Isaiah’s cleansing is a call, issued by God, and answered by Isaiah.

“In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord seated on a throne, high and exalted, and the train of his robe filled the temple.  Above Him were seraphs, each with six wings:  With two they covered their faces, with two they covered their feet, and with two they were flying.  And they were calling to one another:

“Holy, holy, holy is the LORD Almighty;
The whole earth is full of His glory.”

At the sound of their voices the doorposts and thresholds shook and the temple was filled with smoke.

“Woe to me!” I cried.  “I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the LORD Almighty.”

Then one of the seraphs flew tome with a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with tongs from the altar.  With it he touched my mouth and said, “See, this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away and your sin atoned for.”

Then I heard the voice of the LORD saying, “Whom shall I send?  And who will go for us?”

And I said, “Here am I.  Send me!”

Isaiah 6:1-8

Oswald Chambers speaks about God’s call in this way:

“When we talk about the call of God, we often forget the most important thing, namely, the nature of Him who calls.  There are many things calling each of us today.”

What are some of the things calling to YOU today?

Is it your job?  Your children?  An aging parent?  A hobby?  A house that needs cleaning?  A telephone call that needs to be made?  TV?  Your fears about the future?  Thoughts of vacation, escape, a new husband/wife, house, place to live – anything that will get you away from where you are?  

What about the call of God on your life? Where is that in relation to other calls?

 Oswald goes on to say:

“The call of God is the expression of God’s nature, not ours.  God providentially weaves the threads of His call through our lives, and only we can distinguish them.  It is the threading of God’s voice directly to us over a certain concern.”

This is what happens I believe when we “Delight ourselves in the Lord”, as David says in Psalm 37:4 so that the Lord can, “give you the desires of your heart”.  

Chambers says, the Lord then “weaves the threads of His call through our lives – over a certain concern - and only we can distinguish (the threads).”  

He goes on to say:

“The call of God is not a reflection of my nature; my personal desires and temperament are of no consideration.  As long as I dwell on my own qualities and traits and think about what I am suited for, I will never hear the call of God.  But when God brings me into the right relationship with Himself, I will be in the same condition Isaiah was.  

Isaiah was so attuned to God, because of the great crisis he had just endured that the call of God penetrated his soul.  The majority of us cannot hear anything but ourselves.  We cannot hear anything God says.  But to be brought to the place where we can hear the call of God is to be profoundly changed.”

Isaiah could hear the Lord because he was in the right place to hear Him.  He recognized the greatness and holiness of God, and his own sinful nature (I’m a man of unclean lips!) by comparison and graciously the Lord forgave and cleansed him.  Then, he was in the place where he could hear God’s voice.

Is that where you are?  

What is your view of God?  Is He “the man upstairs”, maybe just a celestial Santa Claus?  Would you use the words, “in awe”, “respectful”, “worshipful” to describe your view of Him?  

Psalm 145 is my favorite psalm for a panoramic view of the greatness of God.  These are some of the words and phrases David uses to describe Him:

The King
Great, worthy of praise
His greatness no one can fathom
Majestic
Powerful
Awesome
Good
Gracious
Slow to anger
Rich in love
Glorious
Mighty
Everlasting
Holy
He hears and saves
Destroyer of the wicked
Provider

Is this the way you would describe the Lord?

Isaiah would have.  

When Isaiah saw the Lord, he couldn’t help but see himself as well.

How would you describe yourself?  A pretty good person, better than most, not as bad as some others you could name, in need of a little "work"?

Would you like to know how God describes us humans?

The Apostle Paul tells us in Romans 3:10-18.  Be warned! It’s not a pretty picture!

“There is no one righteous, not even one (that means YOU, and ME);  There is no one who understands, no one who seeks God.

All have turned away, they have together become worthless (not only individually, but collectively, this is true).  There is no one who does good, not even one.

Their throats are open graves, their tongues practice deceit.  The poison of vipers is on their lips.  Their mouths are full of cursing and bitterness.  Their feet are swift to shed blood; ruin and misery mark their ways, and the way of peace they do not know.  There is no fear of God in their eyes.”

Compared to the holiness of God, this is where we stand.  Without a prayer, without excuse, without a leg to stand on, without hope.

When Isaiah saw himself in the light of the Lord’s holiness, he recognized his own sinfulness and need for cleansing and the Lord provided it so that Isaiah was able to be in a right relationship with Him.

If you desire to begin this New Year on adventure with God, then you must first be in the “right place” to hear His call.  You must be in a right relationship with Him and the only way to experience that is through faith in the person and work of Jesus Christ.  It is only when we depend on the work of Jesus on the cross to have paid the penalty for our sin, that we can be declared “right” with a holy God.  It's only the "rightness" that He credits to our account when we have believed, that we can draw near to a holy God.
 
You and I have many calls tugging at us every day, and many we can’t deny.  We have jobs, children to care for, food to prepare, houses to clean and other perfectly good and necessary things to occupy our thoughts and time.  Others we can let slide, for another hour, for another day, for another time.  Maybe some we could forego altogether and never miss.  

But the call of God to be in a right relationship with Him through faith in Jesus is one that shouldn’t be put off for another day.  That is a call that demands an answer, NOW.  It’s a call that, once answered, will profoundly change you.  Wouldn't it be wonderful to wake up tomorrow knowing that your guilt for the things you've done wrong has been taken care of by Jesus?  Wouldn't it be wonderful to know that you belong to Jesus with a greater intimacy than you have with your closest friends?  God will begin the lifelong process of making you more like Jesus and you will enjoy a relationship with Him you never dreamed possible.

Once we have responded to that call, another awaits us.  It’s the call of God that asks, “Who will go?”  That call represents the heart of God that weaves His passions and His concerns through your heart, creating in you a desire to join Him in some work of His in the world around you to influence people and the world around you for Him.  That call is the doorway to some of the most amazing adventures with God that you will EVER experience!  

What would it take for you hear the call of God?

If you have never heard the call to enter into a personal relationship with Jesus Christ – God’s Son - who gave His own life for yours, taking the penalty for your sin on the cross, so that you could be cleansed and be made right with Him, so that you could know Him personally – then THIS IS that call!  How will you respond?

If you long ago answered God’s call to put your faith in Jesus – then ARE YOU DELIGHTING in the Lord, so that when He issues a call for you to join Him in some adventure, you'll  be able to hear Him?

And what will be your answer?  Will you be like Isaiah and say, “Here I am Lord, send me?”  

I can tell you from personal, firsthand experience – there are many decisions we might look back on in life that we sorely regret – but the decision to put our faith in Jesus and to follow where He leads us, will never be one of them.   

God is calling YOU.  What’s holding you back?   Answer the call.

Saturday, January 12, 2013

IT'S RESOLUTION TIME! SO WHAT IS YOUR NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION?




It’s already January 12, 2013 and I have done nothing more than THINK about resolutions – not make them.  I’ve kind of given up on it really, such has been the degree of my success, or lack thereof.  Every year I do what a lot of other people do.  I think that I should probably eat better, and exercise more, and be kinder, and keep my mouth shut instead of rushing in where angels fear to tread.  The latter two are ongoing battles, and the former get left in the dust after maybe the first week of the New Year.   Last year I did determine to read 30 fiction and 10 non-fiction books and I reached those goals by August – but I LOVE to read, so I’m thinking that didn’t really count the way reaching healthful eating goals or consistent exercise would have.  (Exercise is definitely below the bottom of my list! Down there in the minuses actually.)

If I was going to make one resolution at the beginning of this and every year, it would be the one recorded by the ancient King David of Israel the Old Testament book of Psalms.

Psalm 37:4 “Delight yourself in the Lord.”

Having set so may unrealistic goals and made so many unsuccessful resolutions for many years, I have come to the conclusion that this is the only one worth pursuing and the only one in which I’m likely to experience success.  It’s another of those goals, like reading, which is easier to accomplish because the Lord is so easy to love.  The rewards are intangible but no less real because they are.  Things like joy, comfort, wisdom, compassion, forgiveness, acceptance, and a host of others too numerous to mention, are my daily fare when I am delighting in the Lord.  

Apart from delighting myself in the Lord, I like to leave what comes next to Him, and rely on Him to set my goals for me, as David suggests in the second part of Psalm 37:4:

“Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart.”

Maybe the reason I had so little success keeping past resolutions and goals is because I was pursuing what I thought I ought to be doing instead of simply delighting in the Lord and allowing Him to put His desires for me on my heart and then pursuing THEM.

I’ve mentioned before that the only devotional I read consistently is “My Utmost for His Highest”, a compilation of the teachings of Oswald Chambers, put together by his wife after his death.   

On January 2nd, the reading was entitled, “Will You Go Out Without Knowing?”, based on the Scripture from the New Testament book of Hebrews, chapter 11.  In speaking of the patriarch Abraham, verse 8 says:

“By faith Abraham, when called to go to a place he would later receive as his inheritance, obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going.”

Chambers asks the question:  “Have you ever ‘gone out’ in this way?”, and then goes on to say, “If so, there is no logical answer possible when anyone asks you what you are doing.

If you have been reading my blogs from the last couple of months then you know I’ve been undergoing the long process of being evaluated to be a kidney donor.  I’m donating a kidney to a woman from my church whom I didn’t know all that well before we began this adventure together.  I embarked on the journey when I heard that she needed a donor, not because I love having surgery, but because I strongly sensed that this was something Jesus wanted me to do.  Many people, including some on the donor medical staff, have wondered why I would do such a thing for someone other than a relative.  As Chambers says, there is no logical answer to satisfy some.  Abraham was content to know that it was the Lord doing the calling out, and so am I. 

Chambers goes on to say:  

“Have you been asking God what He is going to do?  He will never tell you.  God does not tell you what He is going to do – He reveals to you who He is.  Do you believe in a miracle working God, and will you “go out” in complete surrender to Him until you are not surprised one iota by anything He does?”

Believe God is always the God you know Him to be when you are nearest to Him.  Let the attitude of your life be a continual willingness to “go out’ in dependence upon God, and your life will have a sacred and inexpressible charm about it that is very satisfying to Jesus.  You must learn to ‘go out’ through your convictions, creeds, or experiences until you come to the point in your faith where there is nothing between yourself and God.

I’d like to think that I’ve finally reached the place where “going out” into an unknown WITH God is all I ever really want to do.  If I do the choosing, I will always do the safe and familiar thing.   But if I delight in the Lord, amazingly He begins to quicken my heart to do the things that are on HIS heart – things I would never even have contemplated.

It was the Lord who put it in my heart to volunteer for my first ever missions trip – at 61 – with teens - a group I hadn’t even mingled with since my own girls were teens.  And He encouraged me to go on two other trips after that as well.  It was He who quickened my heart to desire to work with a foreign student to teach English as a second language, at 65.  If I hadn’t pursued that adventure, I’d have missed getting to know my wonderful Japanese student and finding a new friend.   It was He who invited me to volunteer to teach a middle school Sunday school class.  If you have a middle schooler, then you know that this was a CRAZY idea that HAD to be the Lord’s!!

Why would I ever want to choose my own path when the Lord’s plan for me is so much better?

So this year, I’m going to once again forgo the fruitless idea of setting resolutions and goals and let the Lord do the choosing.  What I will do is pursue the thing that will certainly ensure success in whatever lies ahead, I will delight in the Lord, and then wait with great expectation to see what He has in store for me this year!  I don’t know what it will be, but I know it will be better than anything I can ask or even imagine!

“Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine according to His power that is at work within us, to Him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever! Amen.”

Ephesians 3:20-21