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When Thanksgiving is Hard but God is Good

When Thanksgiving is Hard, but God is Good. For some, this Thursday, November 23, is going to be difficult. Wondering how they are going to make it through the day with a smile on their face. Others will be fighting back tears because of empty chairs at the table. Their heart hurts, and the reasons vary but the heartache is so real. If this is you? I am praying God will give you strength that only comes from Him and that spirit-filled peace that passes our understanding. Be encouraged by the two saints of God in the following post and be blessed knowing God sees you, loves you and is with you especially when it is hard.

Francis Jane Crosby was the author of over 9,000 hymns. Do you know she wrote so many that she began using pen names so that the hymnals would not be filled with her name alone?

Beautiful hymns such as:

Blessed Assurance
Safe in the Arms of Jesus
All the Way My Savior Leads Me
Rescue the Perishing
Jesus Keep Me Near the Cross

Born in New York, Fanny was ill almost from the beginning. One day, their family’s regular doctor was out of town and another man, who claimed to be a doctor, prescribed hot mustard compresses to her eyes. She got over the sickness but the treatment left her blind.

Blindness didn’t deter her from her love of life and her love for the Word of God; she memorized scripture every day; five chapters a week.

Fanny loved poetry and wrote her first verse at the age of eight:

Fanny’s attitude kind of reminds me of someone else we know; the Apostle Paul was one acquainted with grief. He had lived through many, many persecutions. Most of them were physical.

“Five times I received at the hands of the Jews the forty lashes less one. Three times I was beaten with rods. Once I was stoned. Three times I was shipwrecked; a night and a day I was adrift at sea; on frequent journeys, in danger from rivers, danger from robbers, danger from my own people, danger from Gentiles, danger in the city, danger in the wilderness, danger at sea, danger from false brothers; in toil and hardship, through many a sleepless night, in hunger and thirst, often without food, in cold and exposure. And, apart from other things, there is the daily pressure on me of my anxiety for all the churches.” 2 Corinthians 11:24-28 ESV.

Wow. And we think WE are persecuted for the name of Jesus!

Drifting at sea
Stoned
Shipwrecked
Beaten
Dangerous rivers
Robbers
His own people
The Gentiles
The City
The Wilderness
False Brothers
Sleepless Nights
Hunger and Thirst
Cold and Exposure

And last, but definitely not least, he mentions the daily stress and anxiety brought on by the churches! 

Paul was under a tremendous amount of pressure. Remember, he was also blinded once on the road to Damascus. The Lord put him in that state for three whole days and his life was forever changed. Even though he regained his sight, he then saw things completely differently, through the Lord’s eyes instead of his own.

But even in the midst of the tremendous persecution, Paul found joy.

“I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.” Philippians 4:12 NLT.

Contentment.

Paul knew that no matter what his circumstances were he could be content. Why?

Verse 13 tells us the answer:

“I can do all things through Him who strengthens me.”

Maybe you are feeling as if you do not have much for which to be thankful. Maybe life is not treating you kindly, or fairly, and everything seems to be upside down, like a little bug on the ground who can’t get turned back over on his feet.

God has not forsaken you. We understand that aren’t promised a life full of sunshine and blue skies, but we are promised He will go with us. Sometimes your season of need may last much, much longer than you had anticipated or had hoped for. But like Paul, and Fanny Crosby, we can always find something to be thankful for.

Most importantly, do you know Jesus? I mean truly know Him? If so, you have something wonderful to be thankful for. To be in relationship with the King of Kings and Lord of Lords means we have an awesome responsibility to share this wonderful Truth with others and let our contentment be a great testimony of His keeping power.

Fanny didn’t let her inabilities or her circumstances dictate her feelings. She didn’t even pray for her sight to be restored. “Do you know that if at birth I had been able to make one petition, it would have been that I was born blind?” said the poet. “Because when I get to heaven, the first face that shall ever gladden my sight will be that of my Savior.”

Neither did the Apostle Paul. In everything, even in the difficulties, he found a reason to be thankful. Paul didn’t make it a practice to pray for things…he prayed that he might KNOW Him.

Grieving? Yes, it is good to grieve; it is necessary. But, in that grief, allow God to help you, strengthen you, speak peace into your heart and help you to find something to be thankful for this Thanksgiving. Just as the season moves on into another, this too will get easier and He will give you grace for each day as you draw closer to Him through your trial.

Enjoy this beautiful rendition of one of Fanny Crosby’s hymns by Chris Tomlin! Let it be your praise today…

 

Why we should be Thankful even when LIFE is not fair

 

DF-cover-side-viewDo you have your copy of The Daniel Fast Devotional? This book is great for ANY FAST or any time of drawing near to God! 21 days of devotions related to fasts in the Bible and recipes for the DF. Three days of preparation devotions detailing fasting, why we do it, what it does for us, etc. My first book and I am grateful to God for His guidance and instruction! I pray it blesses YOU.

 

 

Francis Jane Crosby was the author of over 9,000 hymns! Do you know she wrote so many that she began using pen names so that the hymnals would not be filled with her name alone?

Beautiful hymns such as:

Blessed Assurance
Safe in the Arms of Jesus
All the Way My Savior Leads Me
Rescue the Perishing
Jesus Keep Me Near the Cross

Born in New York, Fanny was ill almost from the beginning. Their family’s regular doctor was out of town and another man, who claimed to be a doctor, prescribed hot mustard compresses to her eyes. She got over the sickness but the treatment left her blind.

Blindness didn’t deter her from her love of life and her love for the Word of God. She memorized scripture every day, five chapters a week!

Fanny loved poetry and wrote her first verse at the age of eight:

thankful

Fanny’s attitude kind of reminds me of someone else we know…the Apostle Paul was one to be acquainted with grief. He had lived through many, many persecutions. Most of them were physical!

“Five times I received at the hands of the Jews the forty lashes less one. Three times I was beaten with rods. Once I was stoned. Three times I was shipwrecked; a night and a day I was adrift at sea; on frequent journeys, in danger from rivers, danger from robbers, danger from my own people, danger from Gentiles, danger in the city, danger in the wilderness, danger at sea, danger from false brothers; in toil and hardship, through many a sleepless night, in hunger and thirst, often without food, in cold and exposure. And, apart from other things, there is the daily pressure on me of my anxiety for all the churches.” 2 Corinthians 11:24-28 ESV.

Wow. And we think WE are persecuted for the name of Jesus!
Drifting at sea
Stoned
Shipwrecked
Beaten
Dangerous rivers
Robbers
His own people
The Gentiles
The City
The Wilderness
False Brothers
Sleepless Nights
Hunger and Thirst
Cold and Exposure
And last, but definitely not least, he mentions the daily stress and anxiety brought on by the churches! 

Paul was under a tremendous amount of pressure. Remember, he too was blinded once on the road to Damascus. The Lord puts him in that state for three whole days and his life is forever changed. Even though he regained his sight, he then saw things completely differently, through the Lord’s eyes instead of his own.

But even in the midst of the tremendous persecution, Paul found joy.

“I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.” Philippians 4:12 NLT.

Contentment.

Paul knew that no matter what his circumstances were he could be content. Why?

Verse 13 tells us the answer:

“I can do all things through Him who strengthens me.”

Maybe you are feeling as if you do not have much to be thankful for. Maybe life is not treating you kindly, or fairly, and everything seems to be upside down, like a little bug on the ground who can’t get turned back over on his feet!

God has not forsaken you friend. We aren’t promised a life full of walking on roses, but we are promised He will go with us. Sometimes your season of need may last much, much longer than you had anticipated or had hoped for. But like Paul, and Fanny Crosby, we can always find something to be thankful for.

Most importantly, do you know Jesus? I mean truly know Him? If so, then friend, we have so much to be thankful for. We are so blessed to be in relationship with the King of Kings and Lord of Lords! We have an awesome responsibility to share this wonderful Truth with others and let our contentment be a great testimony of His keeping power.

Fanny didn’t let her inabilities or her circumstances dictate her feelings. She didn’t even pray for her sight to be restored. “Do you know that if at birth I had been able to make one petition, it would have been that I was born blind?” said the poet. “Because when I get to heaven, the first face that shall ever gladden my sight will be that of my Savior.”

Neither did the Apostle Paul. In everything, even in the difficulties, they found a reason to be thankful. Paul didn’t make it a practice to pray for things…he prayed that we might KNOW Him.

Let us do the same.

Enjoy this beautiful rendition of one of Fanny Crosby’s hymns by Chris Tomlin! Let is be your praise today…

 

Giggling in the Funeral Parlor…

I have a memory in my head…it goes way, way back in time. Maybe I was five; it seems you can’t go back much further than that in your childhood memory bank unless you confuse actual happenings with the memories of others. But there I was, with my grandmother, in a funeral parlor, or funeral home as they are called in southern Indiana.

What I do not recall is WHY we were there. I do not remember us “visiting someone”, if you know what I mean. We were in a big room where there were lots of caskets, coffins, sarcophaguses, or after placed in the ground, “final resting place”.

I specifically remember there being child-size samples. Obviously this vivid, and not so happy, memory has remained with me for more than 45 years.

Never letting go of my grandmother’s hand, I think I can say I was traumatized.

Fast forward some 30 years and there I was again, back in the Parlor. Only this time it was for an even more somber occasion. My great aunt had passed away and my sister and I had been asked to sing a hymn for the funeral service. This was not anything we had not done before; we were accustomed to singing together. We had sang as a trio in our church growing up with our father as the tenor, strumming his acoustic for all it was worth, my sister leading and me bringing up the alto. “Buddy and the Girls” sang some old Rambo songs, newer Lanny Wolfe selections (now remember this was the 70’s) and probably some Happy Goodman’s thrown in for good measure. (Indulge me here with this blast from the past…you can barely make it out but this is the three of us singing back in the day…)

(And this one, a close-up of the Brady Bunch, I mean the Miller family, circa 1976…classics…dyin’ over those leisure suits!)

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But this time, for some reason, “Dad” wasn’t singing with us; we were on our own and it should have been easy street.

Not so. Oh, not so.

As was the setting in this particular home-for-the-dearly-departed, the singers and organist were in a “secret room” off to the side; we could not be seen, only heard.

That is good and it is also bad.

We could not really see what was going on, except for some “slats” in the wall that gave us a slight view of the minister.

It was finally our time to begin “Near the Cross” and the organist starts the introduction. My sister, Rhea, made Fanny Crosby proud in that moment as she softly crooned,

Jesus, keep me near the cross,
There a precious fountain
Free to all, a healing stream
Flows from Calv’ry’s mountain.

I humbly add my alto to her soprano when we reach the chorus and family harmony never sounded so good as we blended together to sing,

In the cross! In the cross! Be my glory ever…
Here is where things go horribly wrong.

We are gathered around one microphone, reminiscent of radio recordings, and almost singing face-to-face. Suddenly, without warning, Rhea begins to giggle.

Giggling in the Funeral Parlor

I look at her in horror when we hit the line, “Till my raptured soul shall find…” and she bursts out laughing and turns away from me and the microphone!

That leaves this alto all alone, in shock and disbelief, thinking she must have hiccups, about to be sick, or something else I cannot imagine. I cannot begin to believe she is literally laughing out loud.

But yes, she is, leaning against the wall in this little cubbyhole of a room, laughing. The organist glances at us both, back and forth, horrified and stunned.

True to our Miller training, I immediately switch parts and begin the lead as I enter “…rest beyond the river”.

I sing the next verse all by myself, finish the last chorus, all by myself, and finally, after what seemed an eternity, it was over.

I grabbed my sister’s hand; pushed her out the door, and down the hallway to the ladies room for my “What were you thinking?” tirade.

In between laughs she is mumbling, “I’m sorry”.

I am still in shock. Surely everyone noticed this was not planned. We will be the talk of the funeral for years to come. Poor Addie Cazee will be immortalized, not for the beautiful service, the flowers or the crowd that came to pay their respects.

No, this one will go down in history for the duet that sang a hymn (they won’t even remember WHICH hymn) and LOL’d all the way to the end.

 

“Remember those sisters that sang that song at Addie’s funeral?”
“Yes, have you ever seen anyone laugh at a funeral?”
“Not when they were singing the song right before the eulogy!”
 

I believe I told my sister I was retiring from “funeral parlor singing” that very day. I actually kept my word for quite a while until our grandmother passed away about 13 years ago…Buddy and the Girls were asked to perform a selection. This time it was out in the open, no little room to hide our faces. There we stood once again, side by side, that family harmony blending like magic.

And my spiked heel on her foot just daring her to even think of smiling…

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