Author: Christine Wyrtzen

Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress, so our eyes look to the LORD our God, Until He is gracious to us. Psalm 123:2

Ok, here goes. I don’t function well in disorder. I thrive on order. I don’t like mental cobwebs. I like clarity and persevere until I have it. I don’t like an array of papers on my desk. My goal is to start my weekend with my work finished. How bad is this condition?

My husband, Ron, got up one morning to get a drink and when he got back to the bed, I had made it. He laughed and said, “Guess I’m getting up.” Numerous times, too numerous to count, he left his coffee cup to go do something and when he returned, it was emptied and in the dishwasher. There have been jokes told (mostly true) that when we move into a new home, I want the pictures up by bedtime. My love for order, and closure, is over the top and I’m sure I’m OCD.

Ron once owned a navy blue plaid bathrobe. He had it many years and I thought it was time for a new one. I suggested ditching it. He protested and said it wasn’t time. A few more years went by and I felt it was surely time by then. Too ratty and faded for even charity, it went in the garbage. On the next garbage pick-up day, the bathrobe was at the curb. Little did I know that this would be a morning Ron would lift the lid on the garbage can for some reason. (Probably to check on what I had thrown out.) There was his bathrobe. I happened to look outside to see him walking up the driveway and, you guessed it, wearing his bathrobe. He rolled his eyes and I was hysterical. Now, when anything is missing, I tell him it’s probably with his bathrobe.

Most people have storage in their basement or garage. We have no storage because we have nothing to store.   I’ve organized and weeded out. If I don’t use something in two years, it’s gone. The only things in our basement are several bins of Christmas decorations.

I think it’s time to look at David’s words. God is not impulsive. God is patient and waits until the perfect time to act in holiness. He is content to let us wait in our messes until we sort them out spiritually. Much of my life has been learning to wait in God’s waiting room. Decades have passed before God has brought salvation to a situation. And I have to say that when it came ~ I knew it was the right time.

P.S. In case you’re wondering, Ron no longer has the bathrobe. He wanted me to tell you.

Lord, Thank you for being patient with me. Thank you for teaching me to wait. Help me to feel gratitude in the midst of waiting. For that, I need Your grace. Amen

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Save us and help us with your right hand, that those you love may be delivered.   Psalm 60:5

One of the ways God saves us is through the hands of His servants.  We look up and cry out – but should then look to the left or the right for His answer.  That is why fellowship is so important. I’m not talking about idle chatter that too often happens around a pot-luck supper. This is a cheap substitute for what God had in mind.  We call it ‘fellowship’ but I’m certain that every time we think we’re doing it, God winces and draws in His breath.  People often leave a crowd and feel more alone than ever.

I love to watch movies, especially those that portray the best of the human spirit.  Long drawn out sagas are my favorite, even though they are often the target of much teasing by my husband, Ron.  He swears that it’s more fun to watch grass grow.  Nonetheless, I am encouraged to see a few of the main characters work through their challenges and deepen their relationships.  Why?  Because it reminds me that I’m not alone.

That is why the church is so important.  Those who would live isolated are encouraged to live within a community.  In so doing, they rub shoulders with others who face cancer, harassment in the workplace, the pain of wayward children, and even a history of spiritual abuse within the home.  In telling our stories, there is strength.

Solomon described this phenomenon in Ecclesiastes.  He said that “Two are better than one.  If either of them falls, the other will lift him up.  If one is overpowered by an intruder, two can resist.” I will add another example from personal experience.  If one falls into disbelief, the other will restore his trust in God.

Whatever breaks our heart today is not unique to us.  There are others who walk similar paths.  If we are committed to be a part of a thriving church, we will link arms with those who remind us that it is better to walk in pairs.  Better, because it is God’s prescription for a blessed life.

Today, I am an imitator of those who have gone on before.  You sent out your disciples two by two.  I am not a lone ranger and thank you for my Spirit-companions.  Amen

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Lead me in your truth and teach me, for you are the God of my salvation; for you I wait all the day long. Psalm 25:5

People can suffer from choices they made in their youth over the course of a lifetime.  Only some will review their past sins and connect the dots between wrongdoing and consequences.  Why doesn’t everyone?  Shouldn’t people, with age, grow wiser and own their mistakes?

I’ve talked with more than a few people who decided, after many decades, to confront an abuser from childhood. They possessed magical thinking and believed that someone in their senior years would certainly admit the truth. They counted on the fact that godly guilt had set in but hopes for fairness and justice were smashed when the confrontation went poorly. In despair, they voiced the next inevitable question.  “How could he, at 67 years old, still deny that he did anything wrong?!”  But he did, and we will too if we’ve not bent our heart to the Teacher over the years. Truth can be shunned at any age and only a truth seeker will own his mistakes.

One of the hardest parts of growing up is seeing the adults of our lives; teachers, pastors, lawmakers, etc. with adult eyes.  As childhood vision begins to clear, with it comes the painful realization that people have sinned against us. Thoughts of confrontation soon follow and when anger drives the timing of it instead of the Holy Spirit’s prompting, the results are disastrous.

 Is there a way to tell ahead of time whether someone will be receptive when confronted? While not entirely ironclad, I believe there is. Does that person have a track record of owning truth?  Is the person humble? Have there been smaller things this person has been willing to own and apologize for?

The sad truth about people in general, even the elderly, is that ‘men love darkness rather than light’. And, ‘the way is narrow and few there be that find it’.  In spite of this reality, you and I can pray for the Spirit of God to open blind eyes. God is powerful and prayer can till up the hardened soil of unbelief. One last thing ~ confrontation should always occur on the other side of forgiveness When the heart is hot ~ keep silent.

Older doesn’t always mean wiser. Keep us from cynicism. Amen

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Judgment will again be founded on righteousness, and all the upright in heart will follow it. Psalm 94:15

Love and trust are the foundations of any relationship.  If either one is destroyed, a deep fracture threatens the future of that bond.

Now, our enemy knows how relationships work.  He knows that if I’m secure in my Father’s love, I am dangerous to his evil enterprise.  He knows that I will burn brightly for the advancement of God’s kingdom. He knows that I will give my life without much thought. How can he win against such undying loyalty?  He devises a smear campaign. He invents schemes that breed distrust and splinter security.  He levels accusations that make perfect sense to me if I rely on logic and circumstantial evidence to determine my perspective.

There have been times in my life when God ‘appeared’ to be guilty. Satan had rallied his troops. Venomous thoughts came at me like arrows and tormented me.  Instead of shunning them, I fed them. They lodged in my heart for a long season and distrust grew from seeds to weeds. They overtook the landscape of my heart and choked out all remnants of my faith.

Without truth, faithlessness was irreparable.  I had to be willing to stand in the truth of God’s character when it didn’t appear to be genuine.  When prayers weren’t answered the way I thought they should be, I had to be willing to stand in the truth that whatever God’s reason, He was still trustworthy.  In a climate of disappointment and against the backdrop of perceived damning evidence, everything human in me protested. But the Spirit in me, the One who fans the winds of faith across the panorama of my faithlessness, rose up to inspire belief instead of doubt. He offered me the grace to believe in God and furnished me with the courage to walk toward Him.

My love for God is in tact and I’ve learned that love is more than feelings.  Love has an iron will that is fueled by faith.  I trust God even though I live in the middle of my story and His glorious resolution is out of my range of vision. Today, I shun the love-killer and rise up to renounce every lie that threatens my security.

Lord, the foundation of my faith rests upon the pillars of Your righteousness. Amen

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But the steadfast love of the LORD is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear him, and his righteousness to children’s children.  Psalm 103:17

To me, there’s nothing more tragic than a son or daughter of God fearing being disowned by their heavenly Father.  They go to bed each night wondering if they did enough good that day to ensure that they are still a ‘child of God.’

I’ve talked with many who don’t believe in the eternal security of their salvation.  They argue that an earthly father can disown a child, or a child can leave home, declare himself free of his family, and never return to home turf again.  That is all true.  However, if DNA testing were done on the father and child, evidence would still show that they are still very much father and child.

Scripture speaks of being born again into the kingdom through faith in Christ.  Birth into any family means a new and permanent identity.  I am called a child of God.  There are many days I don’t feel like His child, even act like His child, yet I am because at age seven, I made a decision to repent of my sins and trust Jesus as my Savior.  No disgracing behavior can erase whom I belong to.  If I had decided along the way to say that I had somehow disqualified myself from being His child, my proclamation wouldn’t have nullified my adoption.  No matter what I say or do today, it’s irrelevant as far as my adoption papers.  Though I may break my Father’s heart when I sin, He is still my Father.  When I come limping home, He will be scanning the horizon, looking for my face to appear.

Perhaps you struggle with your faith when the sun goes down.  When you think of the 2^nd coming of Christ, you fear you will be left. Perhaps you suffer from a disease where your days ahead of you are few.  The thought of dying seizes your heart with fear.  Review Jesus’ words.  If you trusted Him once, trusted Him sincerely to be your Savior, then He has you in His hand and no one or no ‘thing’ can snatch you out of it.  The same hand that created the world, threw the stars into place, and causes the sun to rise in the morning and keep our earth on its axis, can (and does) hold you in a firm grip.

Help me understand that I am Your child because You desired it.  I didn’t earn the privilege nor can I dis-earn it.  I am kept by You, ever secure no matter what.  I rest in You.  Amen

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Children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from him.  Psalm 127:3

I have to admit that we were not prepared for the fulfillment that would rise up to greet us when Ron and I became grandparents.  When faced with the opportunity to love and shape the lives of our two grandsons, we looked into the mirror of comparisons.  I won’t speak for Ron but all the ways I had changed since my children were small became evident.  My grandparenting style differed from how I parented.

When my kids were small, life was full of pressures I didn’t know how to handle.  I was uptight, making my children toe the line because of my need to fit in with the other parents in my social circle.  My kids often paid the price for my insecurity.  I was fearful of being different and that anxiety had to be felt in our home.

Now, many years later, I am comfortable in my own skin.  I am God’s daughter and have more of a feel for what this Christian journey encompasses.  I have learned the hard way to live prayerfully, thoughtfully, and with an audience of One.  And I’m learning that everyone who lives around a peaceful person benefits.

My two grandsons, Gabe and Andy, live nearby.  Throughout this summer, they have been mine for two days a week. We’ve had time to watch black raspberries grow, pick cherry tomatoes, make Georgia peach cobbler several times, and talk about more serious things like life’s choices and what our world is like to live in.  Last week, I took them out for lunch to celebrate the end of their summer.  For two hours, we sat at the table talking.  No technology. No TV.  No distractions. Subjects like making hard choices, delayed gratification, choosing friends, becoming godly leaders, understanding favorite bible stories….these were some of the topics we explored and I was stunned by their wisdom.

Grandparenting provides all of us an opportunity to redeem our parenting.  It is God’s gracious gift of a second chance.  As we live out our love for the next generation of our descendants, our children will hopefully be healed as we bring God’s kingdom to the ones who are most precious to them ~ their own children.

Thank you for continually redeeming every phase of my life.  Hover over our grandsons.  Amen

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Blessed are those who have regard for the weak; the Lord delivers them in times of trouble. The Lord protects and preserves them—they are counted among the blessed in the land—he does not give them over to the desire of their foes. Psalm 41:1-2

My strengths make me able to handle certain challenges. While I may excel in those areas, I can be certain that I’ll struggle in others. My weaknesses put me at a disadvantage. Because each of us is unique, what comprises our individual challenges differ.

Even though I know this theoretically, it’s easy to be impatient with someone else’s weakness. My mercy seems to have limits as I say under my breath, “Why can’t they just get it together!” It is judgment without discernment. I fail to take into account that their weakness is not my weakness nor is their strength, my strength. It’s likely that they are also impatient with me when I struggle with my personal Achilles heel. Many things contribute to the causes of impatience. Culture, biases, training, arrogance ~ all these can erase needed compassion. Examples:

• I know an extremely wealthy Christian woman who has no compassion for the poor. Worth tens of millions, she gives liberally to charities. She also has mercy for the sick. But when it comes to the poor, she really believes that they have created their own destiny. If they worked harder or had made different choices, they would live comfortably. For a time, I was in her circle of friends and I can tell you that I, personally, suffered from her bias at a time when we faced financial hardship.
• I also know a healthy, energetic person who can’t understand those who live in chronic pain. She puts time limits on her empathy.
• And how many of us know people who have never tasted clinical depression. As a result, they won’t empathize with those who live with shadows ever at their heels.

Whatever the cause of our judgments, God needs to help us. Transformation starts with an acknowledgement that man’s mercy falls short of God’s mercy. David wants us to know that God has high regard for those in need. He does not leave them. He blesses them. He fiercely protects them from their foes. How ironic would it be for me to judge the needy, walk by, and then carry on with the ministry God has entrusted to me? One thing for sure, I am not like Jesus.

Oh, how I know. Even with the spiritual gift of mercy, I have a long way to go to resemble You. Amen

I am yours, save me!  Psalm 119:94

Some time ago, my husband was out doing errands when he saw a heavy set older woman lying in a parking lot, bleeding.  She had fallen outside her car.  An even older woman was at her side, trying to help her turn over to get up, but it was obvious that she was not being succesful.  A crowd stood around; no one seemed particularly interested in doing anything but watching.  You see, the woman who fell didn’t belong to any of them.  She was not part of their family.

Ron went over, knelt down, and asked them if they needed help.  “Oh please!”, the injured woman pleaded.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and he lifted her off the ground and took assessment of the situation to see if an EMT was needed.  She declined the help and after a few minutes declared that she was able to drive home, even though she was scraped up pretty badly.

If she had been someone’s mother in the crowd, there probably would have been earlier aid.  But she belonged to no one there and couldn’t ask for help.  She couldn’t say what David said to the Lord when he was in trouble.  “I am yours, so save me!”  With ownership comes responsibity and God steps up to the plate with care and faithfulness.  With belonging comes security and the privilege of begging for intervention.  No child of God should swallow their tongue and fail to ask for what they need.  Each has a Father who loves to give and who celebrates need.

What scars my ability to ask boldly are the memories of having belonged somewhere only to have my status ignored.  I ‘technically’ belonged to a family, by virtue of birth, but made to feel that I didn’t belong.  These dynamics are the stuff of earth, of the kingdom of darkness.  Earth is Satan’s orphanage but Jesus died to forgive me and adopt me to make me His own.  I can not be snatched out of His hand.  My status will never change and His love for me will never flicker for a second.  My need does not surprise Him.  He knew well my orphan-story.

    Wherever things are ragged today, wherever I need saving, I have a heavenly Father who reminds me through His Word that I belong.  With that privilege comes the right to echo David’s words.  “I am yours, save me!” 

This story of belonging is not like any other.  Amen

The mouths of the righteous utter wisdom, and their tongues speak what is just.  Psalm 37:30

To be wise, and to be just, requires alertness.  No one can assess things clearly if they’re zoned out. I ask myself this morning if I’m fully awake?  Has God caused my spiritual senses to arise out of twilight sleep?  Like one who drives a ten-hour trip, I can numb out and not recall the last four hours of the trip.  Unaware of the scenery.  Unaware of traffic.  Just marking time and watching the mile markers change.   Oh, how I can’t afford to miss the command to be wise and discerning.  Never has it been more critical to understand the times I am living than now.

In Matthew 16, the Jewish leaders came to Jesus and asked for a sign, a sign that would confirm who He was and that what He was saying was true.  Jesus was firm that there were signs all around them but they refused to see them.

When David was king at Hebron, a group of warriors called ‘men of Issachar’ came to his aid.  They were described as those ‘who understood the times and knew what Israel should do.’  Is there anything better than keeping company with those who are spiritually astute, who know the mind and heart of God and are able to interpret the times and events!  I shouldn’t have to rely on those who have a prophetic gifting to understand God’s heart on a matter.  Yes, they possess a keen sense of God’s thinking on issues but that wisdom is available to all who seek Him and seek the truth.  ‘Wake me up!’ is what I’m praying.

I don’t want to be like someone who is falling asleep; slowly ceasing to hear the creaking in the floors and the din of noise from the other room.  I want to put off the mindset of the world, which is hard to do if I’m on their journey of moral and spiritual decline.  If Jesus were to step into my world today, read the headlines, watch the news, visit a local school, how would He react to the spiritual condition of my city, my church, my children, my home life, my marriage, and to me – most of all?  Would He tell me to wake up or would He just hone my present skills and make me a more effective watchman on the wall?  I don’t want to assume it’s the latter.  I’m asking Him about it and making sure my own sin isn’t numbing out my spiritual senses.

I bind my mind to your mind through the counsel of scripture. Amen

Because Your lovingkindness is better than life, my lips will praise Thee. Psalm 63:3

Mollie, our beautiful golden retriever rescue, has now lived with us for three years. She was two when we got her. Perhaps you remember the story. When we brought her home on that first day, we turned to her and said, “You just had your last bad day!”

Getting to know Mollie’s quirks has taken some time. For two years, Mollie was neglected and shoved in a back yard. She had no shelter from the weather. Heat, cold, rain, thunder, lightening – she was their captive. How do we see signs of that reality play out now? When Mollie goes to the door and wants to go out, we’ll get up to open it. But then Mollie runs away. When you call her to come back, she runs further down the hall. It took us a good eighteen months to understand why she’s so conflicted. Though she wants to go out, she’s afraid we’ll trap her outside. We’ve tried a bunch of things but here’s what finally worked. We open the door, stroke her, then turn our back to her so she feels no pressure from us. With the choice truly being hers, she will walk outside.

Quirks can be a nuisance without love. Think of what happens while we wait for Mollie to decide. In a Georgia summer, the heat pours in the house. In the winter, the heat escapes. All because our dog needs time to make up her mind.

Each of us have a story. We come to God with triggers. Some are afraid of silence; others, of noise. Some have a fear of crowds; others, a fear of being alone. These are the less complicated ones. The comforting thing is that God knows me intimately. He knows how to scale the wall with just the right gesture so that I’ll lose my shyness and trust Him. He’s not stumped by my quirks nor do they put Him off. Patiently, He works with me. Cajoling and encouraging, He offers Himself as a companion.

Ever feel like you’re forever imprisoned by your past? Like you’re making no progress? God has the key to steps forward. Go to the open door.

Some of my objections to You spanned decades. Oh Lord, You never stopped reaching out to me. Your lovingkindness is better than life. Amen