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Monday, June 12, 2017

How To Be An Encourager

There’s probably not a more iconic figure of our generation than Princess Diana of Wales. Beautiful, charitable, and the model of sophistication, she’s been admired by people around the world—before and after her death twenty years ago. But what’s often missed is the quiet way she encouraged others. Sure, we’ve seen the photos of her visiting AIDS clinics and walking through areas where land mines had been cleared. You have to dig beneath the surface to find the stories of her visiting homeless shelters at night, sometimes taking her sons along, under the cloak of secrecy.

An avid letter writer, Princess Diana often sat down and wrote thank you notes to dinner companions immediately after arriving home from the dinner. It has been reported that she personally wrote thank you notes for thousands of gifts received after Prince William’s birth. When you read through some of the samples online, her hand-written notes were intimate, caring, encouraging, and grateful, no matter the occasion.

We can also look back 2,000 years to another letter writer, the Apostle Paul, who undoubtedly would share the same surprise as Diana that his letters are still being pored over in this new millennium. Paul used his letters to instruct and admonish, but he also used them to encourage. His letters still encourage us today.

First, I thank my God through Jesus Christ for all of you, because your faith is being reported all over the world. God, whom I serve in my spirit in preaching the gospel of his Son, is my witness how constantly I remember you in my prayers at all times … Romans 1:8-10 NIV 

We see Paul’s encouragement again in his first letter to the Corinthians.

I always thank my God for you because of his grace given you in Christ Jesus. For in him you have been enriched in every way … Therefore you do not lack any spiritual gift as you eagerly wait for our Lord Jesus Christ to be revealed. He will also keep you firm to the end, so that you will be blameless on the day of our Lord Jesus Christ. God is faithful, who has called you into fellowship with his Son, Jesus Christ our Lord. 1 Corinthians 1:4-9 

Writing an encouraging note is a simple thing. But with texting and email so prevalent, note writing seems to be a vanishing act. Yet consider for a moment the impact a handwritten note might have on someone. Can you imagine getting a card from a Christian friend that said they thanked God for you and then shared some of the wonderful blessings of God in their life?

Paul acknowledged how another Christian gave him “great joy and encouragement, because you, brother, have refreshed the hearts of the Lord’s people” (Philemon 7). He was refreshed by the encouragement he received! Imagine how encouragement from fellow Christians carried him on some of the darkest days he experienced.

When my grandmother was in the final years of her life suffering with Parkinson’s, I bought a stack of North and South Carolina postcards. I knew how much she loved flowers, so most of the cards had beautiful blossoms on the front. They were much easier for her to hold in her hand and just look at, even after she’d read them. It also eliminated any excuse not to write her, no matter how busy my schedule was. I made it a point to send one to her weekly. After her death, one of those postcards was discovered inside of her purse.  

In our modern day of electronics, emails, texts, and social media, we can get lured into believing there’s no need for snail mail any more. But think of a shut-in or someone with a new diagnosis of cancer or grieving the loss of a loved one. It seems like such a simple concept, but you may never know how much that note means to them.

Is there someone in your life that you could bless with a card of encouragement? Take a few moments to put one in the mail today. You’ll experience the double blessing of encouragement by doing so.

Have you ever received a card or note that really blessed you? I’d love to hear about it!


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Laura Hodges Poole blogs regularly at  A Word of Encouragement. Her devotional, While I'm Waiting, and her latest collaboration, My Journey Through Fibromyalgia: Rumors, Ravages & The Rescueare available on Amazon along with her other books. She enjoys mentoring and helping other writers polish their work. When she’s not writing, you might find her hiking, playing the piano, or being crafty. A mother of two, Laura lives in South Carolina with her husband and son.


Photos courtesy of Pixabay.com. 

Monday, May 1, 2017

Life Preserver

When you pass through the waters, I will be with you ... Isaiah 43:2



Helpless. Alone in a vast expanse of tossing, tumbling blue-gray waves, I searched the horizon for help when the shape of a small boat appeared. I called out as I fought against the pounding waves toward the only hope of rescue and saw something fly through the air. Was it a life preserver? My haven, my only source of survival—yet so far away I doubted my ability to reach it. When I raised my head for a breath, another wave smashed into my face. I choked and sputtered, my vision, blurred from tears and seawater, fixed on that one small, bobbing hope.

Thunder rumbled from dark clouds roiling above in a sky as dark as the water, dragging me back two strokes for every one I took. I had to make it. My legs ached. My lungs burned. My shoulders knotted with exhaustion. Waves crashed higher and higher, and the life preserver seemed to be floating away. 

I paused, treading water, and waved a quivering arm above my head. “Wait!” I spat out the salty water that washed into my mouth. “I’m coming. Please, don’t leave me! I can’t swim anymore.”

The life preserver sailed across the water, smacking against the side of my head, and I grabbed it. Relief. I wrapped my shaking arms around it, my spirits buoyed by the firm tug on the rope, grateful for the unseen hand pulling me toward my rescuer. I was safe at last.

The figure in the boat was obscured in darkness, but I clung tight, overjoyed as each tug on the rope drew me closer. Perhaps he had a warm blanket to ease the chills that racked my body. My teeth chattered until I could scarce take a breath. A drink of fresh water to wash the salt from my lips would be heaven. Just a few more yards to go.

My hand bumped against the boat and I looked up at the imposing form of my rescuer, silhouetted against a ray of sun shining through a break in the clouds. “Th-th-thank y-y-ou.”

No hand reached down to pluck me from the waves. No voice spoke words of reassurance. The man sat, taking up the oars and beginning to tow me through the water. Perhaps the boat was full? I saw no other survivors. There seemed room enough for me. “P-please, I can’t hold on much longer.”
His head dipped in a nod, but he only rowed on, strong, firm strokes drawing the boat toward a shore I could not see.

“Please sir, could you help me into the boat? I’m weak and numb—so tired.” The steady pull as the oars swished through the water was the only answer. I closed my eyes and concentrated on keeping my head above the water, praying to reach the shore.

“Trust me.” His deep tone resonated through my soul. I knew that voice. “You’re safe, my child, safe in the center of my will. Can you not trust the man who died for you to do what’s best?”



A wave, more massive any than I had faced washed over me, stealing the breath from my body. I sputtered as water streamed down my face and gasped, drawing air into emptied lungs. “Jesus? Is that you? Please, will you not help me into the boat?”

“When the time is right, my child. Hold on. I’m here.”

“But Jesus, the next wave could drown me. I’m so tired and cold.”

“Hold fast. Your rest will come. I’ve got you.”

I closed my eyes, tightened my tenuous grip on the rope, and leaned my weary head against the life preserver. My heart screamed what I felt too weak to say. My God is for me, so nothing can overcome me. Even these waves will not destroy me. Nothing can stand against His power.

With every ounce of strength, I heaved a breath. “How long?”

The swish of the oars stopped and the boat slowed as a gentle hand settled on my head. “Dear one, I am more interested in your character than your comfort. I forge my greatest servants in battle, not in ease. When the time is right, I’ll lift you up. Trust me. Breathe my name.”
***
I’ve been there. So weak I thought I could not hold on one more second. So weary I felt giving myself up to the waves preferable to holding on. So overwhelmed I had no words of hope for anyone. So fragile I could do nothing for myself. But my Savior says He holds me safe in the palms of His hands and underneath me are His everlasting arms. He keeps a bottle filled with my tears. He has numbered every hair on my head. He lifts the weary as on the wings of eagles. All is well when He is near.

Because I have known Him for a long time, and I have His word, I know that Jesus will never let go of me. I know He will bring me safely home in His perfect time.

Lord, give me strength to hold on when I cannot see the shore.


© Copyright by Norma Gail Thurston Holtman, August 1, 2016

About the Author:
Norma Gail is the author of the contemporary Christian romance, Land of My Dreams, winner of the 2016 Bookvana Religious Fiction Award. A women’s Bible study leader for over 21 years, her devotionals and poetry have appeared at ChristianDevotions.us, the Stitches Thru Time blog, and in “The Secret Place.” She is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers and Romance Writers of America. Norma is a former RN who lives in the mountains of New Mexico with her husband of 40 years. They have two adult children.
Connect with Norma:
Book Links:

Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas: https://lpcbooks.com/norma-gail/

Monday, February 13, 2017

A Song in the Night

I remembered my songs in the night. Psalm 77:6



I could not remember the last day without pain. A week of small trials, following a prolonged period of physical pain and sleeplessness made me feel trapped, as if the sun would never shine again.

When a painful condition is unseen, others doubt and are quick to accuse. It is all too frequent for people to condemn the sufferer rather than console. The widow receives comfort for a while, and then life is expected to move on. Too often, the innocent spouse receives as much judgment as the guilty. The surgical patient receives more sympathy than the sufferer of an invisible disability.

A bird perched upon a dead tree outside my window, singing as a blanket of fog wrapped me in the silence of unrelenting hurt created a powerful picture. God is as close in the throes of misery and sorrow, as in the sunshine, but it is more difficult to run to Him when surrounded by blackness and thorns.

God spoke to Job in the midst of the storm and to Elijah in a still small voice after the tumult had passed. God answers when I call to Him. He does not leave me alone in the dark, hopeless, and afraid. When it appears He has abandoned, God whispers the comfort of His presence. I only have to sit still to hear. God rarely shouts His answers. He prefers the quiet solitude of our hearts to speak His most gracious words of comfort and peace. He desires me to lean my head on His chest, leaving my burdens at His feet.

It is not chance that Jesus was called the “Man of Sorrows.” He knows my own unique pain. He will not leave me desolate. He will bring balm for my aching soul as He sent the ravens to feed Elijah at Cherith, and angels to Jesus in the wilderness. When the times of pain and darkness come, I must remember the times God has given me songs in the night, adopted children in the midst of infertility, certainty of heaven in the midst of crushing grief.

Look for Him in the darkness. Call to God from the fog of pain. He may not take away the circumstances, but He is faithful to provide healing balm and restore singing to an aching heart.
After A Long Night
What will it be like
When in Your presence I stand,
When I reach out for You
And touch Your hand?
What will it be like
When Your face I see,
When I feel Your presence
Surrounding me?
I long for the day
When all pain is gone,
When my joy and my task
Is to sing Your song.
How will I feel
When I’ve been set free—
From the pain and struggle
That now enslave me?
I long for the day
When I see Your face,
When all of my sickness
Is healed by Your grace.
You are my strength
While I walk this sod,
But, Oh, what peace
To behold my God!
There will come a day
When I understand,
And behold my scars
Upon Your hands.
When I get lost
In the fog of pain,
I cry out for Your presence,
I plead in Your Name.
You are always there,
You never delay.
But still, in my heart,
I will long for that day
When all earthly pain
And sorrow are gone,
At last and forever,
I will be at home.

© Copyright Norma Gail Thurston Holtman

About the author:
Norma Gail’s debut contemporary Christian romance, Land of My Dreams, set in Scotland and New Mexico is the winner of the 2016 Bookvana Religious Fiction Award. She led weekly women’s Bible studies for 21 years. Her devotionals, poetry have appeared at ChristianDevotions.us, the Stitches Thru Time blog, and in “The Secret Place.” She is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers, FaithWriters, Romance Writers of America, and the New Mexico Christian Novelists. She is a former RN who lives in the mountains of New Mexico with her husband of 40 years. They have two adult children.
Connect with Norma:
Book links:

Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas: http://store.lpcbooks.com/product/land-of-my-dreams/