Friday, January 29, 2016

Open Doors




Asking for help did not come naturally to me. If I could not do it myself, I did without. After my spinal cord injury and paralysis, I had to depend on others for many things.

When I went shopping, I had to ask, “Would you hold the door for me please?” “Would you set this sweater on my table?” “Would you help me ____?”

God’s word shows us how to let others serve us:

Jesus became the servant when He washed the feet of His disciples. (John 13:4-7)

A woman served Jesus when she washed His feet with her tears, dried them with her hair and poured perfume on them. (Luke 7:38)

His word also tells how to serve those who cannot do for themselves:

Give a glass of cold water to someone who is thirsty. Feed those who hunger. Clothe the naked. Care for the sick. (Matthew 25:38-40)

We show God’s love by serving each other in small ways and large. Opening a door can open the gospel for either person involved. Asking someone for help gives the person an opportunity to serve. Often these times allow conversations to share a word of faith.

Over the twenty-five years since my injury, I have learned humility. Asking for help blesses me because I know God does not want me to face obstacles alone. Allowing others to serve me blesses God’s servants.

Do you need help with anything? Ask God to provide for your need and He will be faithful.

“And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus” (Philippians 4:19 NIV).

In Christ,
Berta
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Monday, December 28, 2015

He is the One


The wrappings are gone.
The boxes played with.
The toys are scattered.
The children content.

I sit in my chair.
What did it mean?
Is that all there is?
Now that it’s clean.

Something is missing.
My heart – it aches.
What is wrong with me?
Is it all fake?

The carols I sang.
Was it by rote?
The Father above.
Did He hear each note?

The Christ child - He came.
Did I forget?
To honor His birth.
To worship His breath.

I sit in quiet.
I ponder His birth.
Why did He come?
To this sin-filled earth.

The love of His Father.
Bid Him to come.
To save my soul.
He is the One!

In Christ,
Berta

This poem was previously on SnapShots: Devotions from Life

Monday, December 21, 2015

"Heaven's Loss"

He gave up glory on His majestic throne to come to earth, fully man yet fully God.
He was acknowledged as the Christ while still in a virgin’s womb.
Born in a stable. Laid in a manger. Serenated by angels. Gifted by kings.
This wasn't the beginning. “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God” (John 1:1 KJV).
Earl and I have the print above, “Heaven’s Loss”, by Ron DiCianni. 
Focusing on the Christ Child lying in a manger, the archangel leans over Him as to have one last look.
His humanity was for our sake. “For the Son of man is come to seek and to save that which was lost” (Luke 19:10 KJV).

I am overwhelmed by Gods' goodness. Though I deserve nothing I have everything. In His mercy and grace and by His life, death, and resurrection I have eternal life without guilt or shame.

“For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace” (Isaiah 9:6 KJV).
My prayer is that you too know Him and His love.
In Christ,
Berta