Today it’s raining in Houston. Actually, an amazing storm is travelling into our area. All the elements that make a storm so wonderful to watch, hear and marvel about is happening just outside my high-rise office window. Time and time again, I have said a good storm is such a peaceful occurrence for me. The only drawback about being at work is that I can’t fully appreciate all that this good storm has to offer, but from where I office (with an almost panoramic view of half the city), I am afforded another opportunity: I can see the storm coming in on one side and watch as it wraps itself around the building. As I peer through the windows and watch the storm coming my way (looking for any signs of a tornado) the views across the Galleria are breathtaking, and I am again reminded of what an awesome God we serve: One who can change, in a matter of moments, blue skies to black; a serene sky into a thunderous, rebellious landscape armed with dead bolts of lightning striking in dazzling arrays of silver, blue and green, and in a flash, dry land to overflowing tributaries! And the rain, what a sound as it forcibly strikes and pelts the building. What an awesome vision: a storm rolling in. Continue reading →
Ugh, going to the dentist is an absolute terror for me. I hate needles and blood and what’s interesting is that at one point in my life ’twas my dream to work as an anesthetist. Whenever I visit the dentist, I pray while lying on the dentist chair; I speak scriptures; I listen to sermons – anything Godly that takes my mind off those needles, the pressure and those scary dental tools!
This last dental visit, although pretty much the same as previous visits, God spoke to me. He said, “This is what surrendering to me is like.” I pondered surrendering my entire being to God (in Christ) who created me, who sustains me, who provides for me.
How does being in a dentist chair compare to surrendering to Him? When the dentist says turn left, I turn left; turn right, I turn right; move your head just a little, and so I move it, just a little, or when the dentist gently takes my head and turns it in the direction she needs – I go with the movement of her hand – I humbly succumb to the gentleness of her touch, the sound of her voice. “Are you ok?” I shake my head “yes” even though I am sure my eyes show terror. Continue reading →