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It’s that time of the semester for me, time to study like crazy and finish my classes well. Hopefully I have been learning what I need to know all along and this time won’t be one of filling my brain with new information but of simply making sure I can adequately regurgitate what I have already learned.

One of my favorite devotionals in my Women’s Bible has to do with this idea of last minute studying. I remember it was about a younger woman asking an elderly lady why she spent so much time reading her Bible. The elderly lady put it quite well, “I am cramming for finals!”

In reality, we all should be cramming for finals when it comes to studying our Bibles. Not to be macabre, but none of us knows when our last minute on Earth will be. We also do not know when Jesus is coming back. How much better to be caught working on our understanding of God and trying to become more like His Son than for Him to find us so wrapped up in our earthly concerns that our Bible is gathering dust.

I have to admit that the more I study God’s word, the more I find I need to study His word–and I am in seminary! In a way it is like science, the more in-depth you study and discover, the more there seems to be to find. The Bible has opened up in a way that I honestly never expected or imagined. Far from being a dusty, old book, it is filled with life as exciting as anything I have seen Hollywood dish up.

So I agree with that elderly lady, who I imagine by now has aced her final exam and has heard her Father say, “Well done good and faithful servant!” We do need to be reading as if this life and the one to come depends on it. There is power in God’s word to sustain us and guide us as we navigate our life and prepare for eternity.

“For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.” Hebrews 4:12

It is that time of year again, pie time! Anyone who knows my family knows that we take our pie very seriously. This year will not be an exception. We are already gathering our ingredients and recipes. The thing I might love the most though, is that we are also gathering together. I hope that whatever your family’s traditions might be, that you have a wonderful time reconnecting and sharing this holiday together.

(I publish this post each year. Make sure to look for my pie crust recipe at the end!)

Every now and then we all have pie.  My family think it should go more like, all the time we have every pie.  Our family loves pie and that might be the understatement of the year.  We even have rules about pie.  On Thanksgiving there are to be no fewer than one pie per person.  This includes babies that can’t even eat pie yet.

Thanksgiving morning we start the day off right with pumpkin pie for breakfast.  The main pie rule of the house though, is if there is pie sitting on the counter it is fair game, no “saving” pie for later.

I am not humble about my pie baking abilities either.  I make really good pie.  My secret weapon is my great-great-grandmother’s pie crust recipe.  There is no delicate blending of ingredients, you can use this stuff like play-doh and it still comes out amazingly light and flaky.

I know how the pie crust feels.  In the Bible we are compared to clay that the potter uses to make jars and such, but I think this pie crust example works too.  God uses circumstances in our lives to squish us, mold us, and roll us into perfect shapes to hold all His delicious truths.  I don’t like the shaping part though, it can be uncomfortable and painful!  But when God fills me with His truth and grace it is all worth it.

The best part about pie is eating it of course, but pie always tastes better when we are sharing it with people we care about.  That is God’s goal in shaping and filling us with grace too, for us to share it with other people.  This Thanksgiving my prayer for you dear reader, is that you will allow God to form you into the shape He has designed for you to be, and that the grace He pours into you would overflow to those around you.

“Yet, O Lord, you are our Father.  We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.”  Isaiah 64:8

And now for my great-great-grandmother’s pie crust recipe:

Pie crust
4 cups all-purpose flour

1 3/4 cup vegetable shortening

1 Tbs. sugar

2 tsp. salt (I never add the salt, but you might like it with the salt better)

1 Tbs. vinegar

1 egg

1/2 cup water

With a fork, mix together flour, shortening, sugar and salt, (if using.)  In a separate bowl, beat the remaining ingredients.  Combine the two mixtures, stirring with fork, (or squishing with your hands!) until thoroughly combined.  Then mold into four balls.  Chill at least 15 minutes before rolling in desired shape.  Dough can be wrapped in plastic wrap and left in refrigerator up to three days or can be frozen until ready to use.

My husband has worked in Christian camping long enough that the mere mention of these little beasties causes him to shudder. Real live bedbugs are a difficult nuisance to get rid of and anyone in the hospitality industry does their best to keep them away. Luckily, it was only a rare occasion in the distant past that they showed up and were dealt with quickly.

However, we do have some other bedbugs that have been a little more difficult to eradicate. These have been hanging around for about twenty-one years now. In spite of our best efforts, every now and then they sneak into our bed. These guys aren’t tiny either. They are rather large with pointy elbows and legs that kick. The funny thing is that they only get into our bed when we are in it.

I am a very active person and even though I enjoy my sleep, the only time I am in my bed during the day is if I am sick. As soon as I lay down though, no matter how sick I may be, here come the bedbugs! They snuggle right in, which, if I am being honest, does cheer me up. Even though I have had a steady parade of these for all these years, I do know it will someday come to an end. My little bedbugs are growing up quickly and one of these days will begin having little bedbugs of their own.

The days of parenting, as difficult as they have been and still are, are precious. We are building memories with our children that will last a lifetime. I remember when I was a little girl, I would spend the night with my grandparents occasionally. When it was time for bed, we had an ongoing competition with my Grandpa to see which one of us would say the time-honored phrase first, “Good night, sleep tight…don’t let the bedbugs bite!” He has been gone for years, but it is those types of fun memories that live on.

For now I need to be patient with my little bedbugs, even when I don’t feel well. The time passes quickly, but the memories last forever. I want those memories to be sweet and to carry into my children’s own families. And maybe someday I will have grand-bedbugs to tell, “Good night, sleep tight…don’t let the bedbugs bite!”

When my children were little, this was probably their least favorite thing to be told. Actually, my younger children still hate to hear this. However, sometimes it is the best solution to a childish meltdown. For my nine year old, it is almost a magic cure. Much like his older brother at his age, an hour in his room alone can work wonders.

I know we often hear of the dichotomy between being a child and an adult. In the case of being sent to your room, this is very true. I would love to be sent to my room every now and then–and I need to be sometimes! There are times when I have meltdowns too.

The truth is, these would be perfect times for me to take a minute, go to my room and pray. My adult meltdowns usually stem from trying to take on too much. I get bogged down trying to carry things that God never meant for me to carry alone. A few minutes in prayer help me calm down and focus on my relationship with Him. He reminds me that I am never alone and that the burden He gives me is light because He is right by my side carrying it.

I have to be honest, all of this is a lot easier said than done. This summer it has seemed like heavy burdens have been piling on one after another. I know that it isn’t just me either, a lot of people I know are going through extremely difficult things. One of the things I love about a relationship with Jesus is that I can be absolutely real with Him about how I am feeling, and this summer it seems I have run the gamut of feelings! I have been angry, sad, scared, relieved, anxious, happy and even a little depressed. But through all of this, Jesus has never left me alone, even when I have felt alone. I have encouraged my children in this also, that when they feel like they are alone in their rooms, Jesus is actually right there with them.

If you have been feeling overwhelmed too, may I suggest you go to your room? Your Heavenly Father is just waiting to spend some time with you. He is ready to hear all about how you are feeling and listen to all your concerns. He would love to come alongside you and carry the burdens you were never meant to carry.

“But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father.” Matthew 6:6a

My husband and I were blessed recently to have a meal at an upscale restaurant on the shore of beautiful Lake Tahoe. I admit that I thought twice about what I would wear and it may have crossed my mind to wonder whether I would fit in at such a place. I figured most of the people there would be worth far more than we are. However, I was not prepared to see a princess!

I first spotted her on the dining terrace. She was easy to notice in her glimmering princess dress. Her entourage were dressed quite casually by comparison. She seemed to be enjoying her meal immensely, but she soon disappeared. She reappeared below the terrace, headed for the water. She wisely held up her dress before wading in, squealing at the cold water as all four year old princesses do.

I couldn’t help but admire how she brightened everyone’s day, just by being herself. I do not know if she had agonized over her outfit as I had done, but my suspicion is that she had simply wanted to look pretty and wore her favorite dress. I know for sure that she did not worry about what anyone else thought of her as she enjoyed her day. She was able to blissfully be herself, not worried in the slightest about who might be around her. She definitely had not worried about her worth in comparison with the other diners.

My friend and I have talked about this several times, about how lovely it would be to get up in the morning, put on our favorite princess dress and blissfully go about our day not worrying about whether we are fitting in or getting it all “right”. It is too easy to feel constrained by our culture or even by our own expectations of ourselves.

The truth is that God made each one of us special and unique. He designed us to add something to the world that no other human in history could do. And, He delights in us as we do it! Our worth is found in Him, not in our status or bank account. Instead of spending any more time worrying about how others perceive me or if I am pleasing the right people, I want to spend more time talking with Him and finding out His plan for me. I want to delight in His love for me and twirl through my days knowing that I am His princess and that is all that matters!

“She is worth far more than rubies.” Proverbs 31:10b

My children are extremely adept at cleaning a kitchen without actually cleaning it. They will assure me that they did a good job and that all the dishes have been washed and yet, when I go to check I inevitably find dishes all over the kitchen.

Now the trick is, these dishes are not sitting in the middle of the counter or in the sink. They are cleverly pushed into corners or left on the back of the stove or camouflaged next to the napkin holder on the table. By the time I go around gathering the “hidden” dishes, there is another sink-full to wash.

I am usually met with what appears to be genuine dismay on the part of the dish washer who insists that they thoroughly checked the kitchen. I suppose they are implying that I magically caused these dishes to appear out of thin air. Let’s be honest, if I had those kind of powers I am sure I would not use them to create dirty dishes!

As I was on another of these dish gathering missions, it got me to thinking about how I too tend to push unwanted things to the corners of my life. Just like my kids, I don’t exactly hide these issues, but I am not overly anxious to confront them either. It usually takes God pulling these issues from the corners and telling me it is time to take a good look at them to get me to work on them.

It is weird, but once I deal with these not-so-hidden issues, I feel better. Much better in fact, than when I was putting energy into keeping them at bay. The same principle I try to teach my kids about being thorough in the kitchen works in my personal life too. It is much easier to deal with something as soon as possible than it is to let it molder in the corners! This is probably what Jesus was trying to convey when He taught about truth. There is cleansing power in allowing truth to shine into even the dark corners of our souls. Just as I want my whole kitchen to be clean, God want our whole lives to be healed and transformed.

“Jesus said, ‘If you hold to my teaching, you are really my disciples. Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.'” John 8:31-32