This
past Easter, I bought an Easter lily. I love Easter
lilies. Love the sweet aroma , the strong stem and
glossy, symmetrical leaves.
Every year at Easter our church
gives the opportunity to buy a lily plant in honor of
someone who has "gone before" as witness to the
resurrection. I bought mine in memory of my dad, who two
years before he died "became one of those born-agains" he
used to scorn (including, of course, me).
I had prayed for him for some 30
years before he came to the Lord.
So, my Easter lily was special.
Once a year, that sweet aroma that spills out of the
trumpet-shaped flower would remind me of hope. The hope of
Easter--life triumphing over death, fully and finally.
The thing about these plants, though,
is Read
more
I was frustrated,
not for the first time, by a particular person. Someone
who does things very differently than me—in my opinion,
too slowly, or without enough regard for reality. This
person was unconcerned, in my mind, about what was
important, and focused only on the negative. I did not
want to deal with the person or the situation, but
circumstances being what they were, I had
to.
I knew it was I
who probably had the wrong perspective. So I took the
matter to God in prayer. And this time, I think I heard a
clear word in my spirit. A clear
message.
I had recently
been to a church retreat called “The Kingdom and the
Poor.” One of the most powerful moments of the retreat
was when the leader had various people simply read the
scriptures that mentioned “the kingdom of God” and another
set that mentioned “the poor.” No comments, just the
scriptures, one right after another, cascading over us,
word by word constructing a picture of God’s vision and
God’s heart.
When I went to
prayer about my attitude toward this particular
“difficult” person, the words that imprinted on my soul
were, “In my kingdom there is room for all
kinds.” And the sense was that, not only
is there room, but “all kinds” were welcome, honored,
cherished.
How different
from the world, that dictates membership into The
Accepted: you must be successful, productive, rich,
beautiful, powerful, productive, useful. The whole
advertising industry, to mention only one, is built upon
reinforcing this. Why do people strive so hard to look as
young as possible, to acquire as many possessions as
possible, to become as successful as possible? Not really
to get or become the thing itself—beautiful, rich, or
successful—but, I think anyway, to become
Accepted.
God’s way is
different. God says “You’re accepted” just because he
made us. I think he actuallylikes people who are “different” in
some way, who have some sort of handicap or difficulty.
His compassion is activated by our need, and his nature
is to be compassionate, kind, loving,
gracious.
“In my kingdom
there is room for all kinds.” The words changed my
attitude toward my Difficult Person. Knowing God loves
that person, welcomes that person without asking for any
change at all, humbled me, challenged me to do the
same.
It also made me
look at myself, at my own lacks and faults, and feel
very, very glad that “in my kingdom, there is room for
all kinds.”
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2006 by Diane Eble. All rights
reserved.
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The story I have
to share with you today is not the story I thought God
would write in my life.
You haven't heard
from me in a while, mainly because I've been super busy
launching a book (MotherStyles: Using Personality Type to
Discover Your Parenting Strengths) and a business
(helping people get their books written and
published).
Concerning the
latter, I thought it would be very useful to go to the
annual Christian Booksellers convention this week in
Denver to renew my publishing contacts. Gene goes because
he works for a publisher. I would have been able to stay
with him, no extra charge. Time away from the children,
together!)As an author, my publisher could get me in. The
kids had friends they could stay with for a week. My only
expenses would be for transportation. Surely God would
provide that.
I prayed about it.
I tried to earn extra. I even asked a couple of people to
help me out. The money did not seem to be forthcoming,
and I felt strongly that this was not something to put on
the credit card, even if it was a business
expense.
The day before
Gene left for the convention, a friend called. After she
told me about how God provided for her at the 11th hour,
I mentioned my situation.
She said, "My
husband has a voucher he got when he was bumped a year
ago, and I think it expires this week. Let's see if I can
find it, and if it's transferrable."
She did find
something. We each called the airline company, described
the vouther in details, and were reassured that it was
usable and transferrable.
I checked flights
to Denver, thinking this was God's amazing way of
providing for me to go to the convention after
all.
No flights to
Denver available under that voucher.
I hung up, very
disappointed. Then it hit me: I have a free ticket to go
anywhere! Where did I want to go?
Portland, I
decided. As in Portland, Oregon. I have two sets of dear
friends out there I'd love to visit.
Called the
friends. They'd love to have me! Portland is so beautiful
now! We'd have so much fun!
But then I checked
the airline again. No flights to Portland on that
voucher. No flights to Seattle, either. At least, not
through Nov. 8, when she stopped
checking.
But there were
flights to Miami. I have a cousin in Florida I'd love to
see. Called her. Debbie said it would be a fine time to
visit. We'd have so much fun.... "We'll do whatever you
want to do," she said.
The Amazing God
Story I thought I'd be writing was how God knew I needed
a vacation even more than I needed to be at the
convention.
But it was not to
be....
When my friend,
who had the plane ticket, went to the airport to transfer
it over to me--a trip he did not relish taking--the
airline told him it was not a valid travel voucher.
Despite us having called the airline at least 7 times,
describing every inch of the paper and being told it was
indeed a voucher and transferrable, US Air told Bill it
was not valid.
Case
closed.
No vacation for
Diane.
Did something
wonderful come up for me this week anyway? Not yet. I
stayed home, got a lot done. Today I'm taking a retreat
of sorts. I will try to get something done that I've been
trying to find time for for months. (Something that will
benefit my Abundant Gifts readers.)
But here's what
God did, that I can recognize. The morning my friend
called about the plane ticket, right before she called in
fact, I talked to a neighbor. The neighbor was having a
garage sale, and I stopped by on my
walk.
We got to
chatting, and she told me that in April, she lost her
future son-in-law. He dropped dead of a heart attack one
day. Her daughter, who is 49, was devastated. She'd
finally found the love of her life, and was all set for a
wonderful future. Jane and her fiance had bought a house.
They were to be married this summer.
Within a week of
that tragedy, my neighbor, Genevieve, also lost her
33-year-old mentally handicapped son, who lived with her.
She lost a son and son-in-law, her daughter Jane lost a
fiance and beloved brother. All within a
week.
Genevieve told me
that she and Jane have a strong faith in God, and that is
what is getting them through. Her faith lingered with me.
I returned later that afternoon and gave her a copy of
Abundant Gifts.
Genevieve's story
framed my own disppointment with a new perspective. What
was my diappointment in a missed vacation compared to the
crushing disappointment of losing one's love and a future
that seemed a dream come true? Of losing the son one has
cared for and lived with for more than 30
years?
In a strange way,
God used their story to help me. Even though I felt very
disappointed in not being able to take the vacation I
thought I'd take, I felt an underlying peace and sense
that God is in control.
He has provided
miraculously for me in the past. This time he chose not
to. I may never know why, or he may reveal it. Either
way, I know he's with me.
Life is full
of disappointment. But it tends to evaporate when the presence
of God is trusted.
copyright (c) 2006
Diane Eble. All rights reserved.
The
Amazing God Story that Can't be
Written
The story I have
to share with you today is not the story I thought God
would write in my life.
You haven't heard
from me in a while, mainly because I've been super busy
launching a book (MotherStyles: Using Personality Type to
Discover Your Parenting Strengths) and a business
(helping people get their books written and
published).
Concerning the
latter, I thought it would be very useful to go to the
annual Christian Booksellers convention this week in
Denver to renew my publishing contacts. Gene goes because
he works for a publisher. I would have been able to stay
with him, no extra charge. Time away from the children,
together!)As an author, my publisher could get me in. The
kids had friends they could stay with for a week. My only
expenses would be for transportation. Surely God would
provide that.
I prayed about it.
I tried to earn extra. I even asked a couple of people to
help me out. The money did not seem to be forthcoming,
and I felt strongly that this was not something to put on
the credit card, even if it was a business
expense.
The day before
Gene left for the convention, a friend called. After she
told me about how God provided for her at the 11th hour,
I mentioned my situation.
She said, "My
husband has a voucher he got when he was bumped a year
ago, and I think it expires this week. Let's see if I can
find it, and if it's transferrable."
She did find
something. We each called the airline company, described
the vouther in details, and were reassured that it was
usable and transferrable.
I checked flights
to Denver, thinking this was God's amazing way of
providing for me to go to the convention after
all.
No flights to
Denver available under that voucher.
I hung up, very
disappointed. Then it hit me: I have a free ticket to go
anywhere! Where did I want to go?
Portland, I
decided. As in Portland, Oregon. I have two sets of dear
friends out there I'd love to visit.
Called the
friends. They'd love to have me! Portland is so beautiful
now! We'd have so much fun!
But then I checked
the airline again. No flights to Portland on that
voucher. No flights to Seattle, either. At least, not
through Nov. 8, when she stopped
checking.
But there were
flights to Miami. I have a cousin in Florida I'd love to
see. Called her. Debbie said it would be a fine time to
visit. We'd have so much fun.... "We'll do whatever you
want to do," she said.
The Amazing God
Story I thought I'd be writing was how God knew I needed
a vacation even more than I needed to be at the
convention.
But it was not to
be....
When my friend,
who had the plane ticket, went to the airport to transfer
it over to me--a trip he did not relish taking--the
airline told him it was not a valid travel voucher.
Despite us having called the airline at least 7 times,
describing every inch of the paper and being told it was
indeed a voucher and transferrable, US Air told Bill it
was not valid.
Case
closed.
No vacation for
Diane.
Did something
wonderful come up for me this week anyway? Not yet. I
stayed home, got a lot done. Today I'm taking a retreat
of sorts. I will try to get something done that I've been
trying to find time for for months. (Something that will
benefit my Abundant Gifts readers.)
But here's what
God did, that I can recognize. The morning my friend
called about the plane ticket, right before she called in
fact, I talked to a neighbor. The neighbor was having a
garage sale, and I stopped by on my
walk.
We got to
chatting, and she told me that in April, she lost her
future son-in-law. He dropped dead of a heart attack one
day. Her daughter, who is 49, was devastated. She'd
finally found the love of her life, and was all set for a
wonderful future. Jane and her fiance had bought a house.
They were to be married this summer.
Within a week of
that tragedy, my neighbor, Genevieve, also lost her
33-year-old mentally handicapped son, who lived with her.
She lost a son and son-in-law, her daughter Jane lost a
fiance and beloved brother. All within a
week.
Genevieve told me
that she and Jane have a strong faith in God, and that is
what is getting them through. Her faith lingered with me.
I returned later that afternoon and gave her a copy of
Abundant Gifts.
Genevieve's story
framed my own disppointment with a new perspective. What
was my diappointment in a missed vacation compared to the
crushing disappointment of losing one's love and a future
that seemed a dream come true? Of losing the son one has
cared for and lived with for more than 30
years?
In a strange way,
God used their story to help me. Even though I felt very
disappointed in not being able to take the vacation I
thought I'd take, I felt an underlying peace and sense
that God is in control.
He has provided
miraculously for me in the past. This time he chose not
to. I may never know why, or he may reveal it. Either
way, I know he's with me.
Life is full
of disappointment. But it tends to evaporate when the presence
of God is trusted.
copyright
(c) 2006 Diane Eble. All rights
reserved.
Here are
some past issues:
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Welcome
to
ABUNDANT GIFTS
a newsletter to
help you develop
the habit of
seeing every day gifts from a lavish
God
The authors are listed as “Janet P. Penley
with Diane Eble.”
It is my tenth book (eleventh, if you count
the compilation calledThe Happy
BirthdayBook , as amazon
does). It is Janet’s first.
As I page through this book, so familiar yet
new now that I hold the designed, actual book in my hands, I
think about vision. About the power of a dream, of even passing
desires. Somehow, they all have power. Energy to create
reality.
I think about what a gift it is to create. We
co-create our lives, in tandem with God. And as we create other
things as well--a book, a meal, a dress, a wreath, a new
marketing plan, a baby--we express our essential nature: "made
in the image of God," the original Creator.
We can create alone, but more often, we
create with other people. In this
case,MotherStyles was born of two women's
vision, and one woman's major life work.
Although Janet Penley began her work with
mothers in 1988, the bookMotherStyles was conceived, you might say, in 1993,
when I heard Janet speak at a mothering group, then called
F.E.M.A.L.E. (Formerly Employed Mothers At the Leading Edge),
now called Mothers & More.
Janet spoke about 16 different mothering
styles, based on personality theory developed by Carl Jung and
popularized by Katherine Briggs and Isabel Myers in the
Myers-Briggs Type Indicator® (MBTI). I had just gotten
certified for giving the MBTI myself, and was writing a book at
the time that also talked about personality
type.
I stood in line to meet Janet after her talk
was over. Told her how excellent her presentation was, how I’d
just become certified to give the MBTI myself, how all this
personality type stuff had been like a huge light bulb of
self-understanding for me. I also bought her
self-publishedM.O.M.S.
Handbook.
In the days that followed, I devoured
Janet’sHandbook. I called her, asked if I could interview
her for my book,A
Life You Can Love. Thus began our friendship as she
graciously offered her insights for my book.
I told her she should consider writing a
“regular book” about Mothers of Many Styles.
TheHandbook was fine, as far as it went, but I knew
there was a great book here. Something nobody had done before,
something millions of mothers needed. I knew how much
personality type theory had helped me. I knew how to get
published. I’d help her write the thing even, if she wanted. I
just wanted to see her material “out there,” enlightening other
mothers on a grander scale.
Well, she wasn’t ready. We kept in touch, off
and on. I sent her books I’d written as they came out. She was
especially supportive ofAbundant
Gifts. Every so often, I’d ask if she had any
more thoughts of writing the Mothers of Many Styles book. She
always had very good reasons for “not yet.”
Then, in November 2003, she called me and
said, “I think I’m ready to write the book. Can we talk about
it?”
And so we met and dreamed over lobster bisque
and salad about what this book might be, and what my role might
be.
We solidified an agreement a few months
later, and spent the rest of 2004 trying to get a handle on the
book. Did a lot of market research, a lot of talking. Too much
talking, perhaps. It seemed like we were going around in
circles, and sometimes frustration surfaced.
Yet I’ve come to trust the creative process.
Sometimes dreams take a while to gather enough energy to
manifest into a tangible product. Even though it felt like we
were going nowhere, what was really happening was, the vision
was gathering both shape and momentum. This was a necessary
step in the creative process, called “assimilation.” The book
was incubating, growing unseen and hidden from our
consciousness, within both of us.
Finally, by December 2004, we both felt the
impatience of The Next Creative Step. Incubation was over, it
was time for action! Reality cooperated. We found an agent. We
pulled together a proposal, outline, sample chapters. Within
three months, the book had a publisher.
(Interesting side note: Years ago, I
registered a conscious desire to be published someday by
Addison-Wesley. That publisher no longer exists … it was bought
out by The Perseus Group, of which Da Capo Lifelong Books is a
division ... and Da Capo “happens” to be the publisher
of