Since Christmas is around the corner it tends to bring up the fact that we are missing a person. I have recently been reminded/grateful for the way I was raised. So here are I’ve things my mom taught me about life.
2. An imagination will get you so far. I am so sad when I see kids these days with their eyes glued to TVs and when told to play outside they just stand there not knowing what to do! Technology has stolen the simplicity of life from us. It’s not like we didn’t watch movies growing up but I always watched more movies at friends houses then at my home. Movies were for rainy days and snow storms definitely not sunny days, that was basically a sin! If you had time on your hands read a book or play outside or both! Plus we had dial up internet till I was 13 pretty much so its not like we could waste time on the computer.
3. Christian fellowship is very important. My mom served. My mom was one of the best examples of a open heart I can think of, and she got that from her mom! I remember my mom saying many times to people she’d just met, “You are more then welcome to come over for lunch! All we have is peanut butter and homemade buns but we would love to have you over!”. The house didn’t have to be perfect, we cleaned once a week on Saturday, the food was simple but good, but it was the fellowship that was the most important! From that we hosted people from the USA, Israel, Toga, India and many many places! It was actually abnormal for us to not have someone over on a Sunday! I so badly want to continue this into my home!
4. How to vacuum properly. Haha for years my mom wouldn’t let us kids vacuum because we wouldn’t do a job that was up to her standards. When we finally were taught the art if we didn’t do a good job we would have to redo the whole thing until it was up to standard. If you don’t do a good job vacuuming then it makes washing the floor harder. Just a fact.
5. How to be a tender person. My moms heart was very sensitive to Gods conviction. I remember her telling a story about how she had judged a new person in the church on Sunday morning because of all his tattoos and piercings. God convicted her of that and she went up to that person and engaged him in a friendly normal conversation. A few years later, after she had passed away, we found out that she was a big reason that he accepted Christ!
She loved outwardly because she new she was loved inwardly.I miss her but it is such a blessing to be able to say that Lisa Wiebe was my mom!
I’d seen the look once before and it made my stomach turn as much in this moment as it did then. I had nightmares and wouldn’t be able to sleep because of it. It honestly traumatized me a little. It is the look of pure terror. The look were someone realized that they are completely helpless to do anything for the situation. They have let fear strike them to the very deepest part of their heart. Their eyes are wide and their outward actions are made in blind panic. They can barely think straight. It’s pretty disturbing to witness.
The first time I saw it I was 15. I was the only girl at home and my 2 aunts and mom where the only adults. They were spending time together. I was the one sister that just didn’t have an outing planned for the day. It was towards the end of my moms sickness and life was pretty rough for her. She found it difficult to breath. I was sitting on our bar stools at the counter probably reading a book or something when all of a sudden my one aunt frantically called my other aunt to my moms room. Things were pretty quiet but my attention for the book was lost. I just sat their frightened. The tone of my aunts voice cut my heart. They moved into the hallway and I could hear them talking in low voices about how my mom had stopped breathing for a few seconds. I needed air. I thought my lungs would constrict. I walked out onto our deck and sat there in the march cold afternoon. Someone had kindly brought a meal for supper, fish, I wanted to throw up because of the smell now.
That was the first time I saw and heard the sound of a terrified person. I had gotten over it. Until this past week when I saw it again. It was like I had PTSD or something, I started shaking. I could outwardly control it but inwardly I was sick. Déjà vu hit me like a ton of bricks. The past week had been hard with so many people that I was in someway connected to dying of cancer or finding out bad news about their cancer or even having the possibility of cancer. It was like the cherry on the top! I definitely felt like my sisters and I were being emotionally tested. We talked about it. How badly we don’t want people to suffer the same way our hearts have, or how mom did. It hurts us to see people in pain especially with cancer as the reason.
I can’t explain it. The terrible feeling of not knowing if you’ll loss a person you’ll love. The waiting game. The ups and downs. But I cling to the fact that as Christians we don’t mourn as those without hope. We have hope that there is a day coming where we will see them again! I don’t know what I’d do without that! Life would be so hopeless and sad. I have Jesus. My mom has Jesus. Life has meaning!
Recently God has been working in me, what does it mean to live a life of full surrender, no sitting on the fence, no grey areas, either this or that, one or the the other. As we were talking about all the sickness going through our church with a godly man at one prayer room night Jeffrey made the comment that this testing of faith will determine who’s in this for Jesus and who’s in this just for the feelings, it will start making things black and white. A lady I was praying with said she had noticed that all the people that had had their lives poked at by the enemy were people that were dedicated to prayer in some way! In one way that is a huge confirmation that prayer is actually a powerful move on the believers part! That those prayers actually stir things to action in the heavenly realm! How encouraging! But yet it is also sobering.
When Jeffrey and I were talking to this man he mentioned that he totally expected attack and push back from the enemy, but who knew what would happen next. We can’t see into the future to know who’s life will be touched next, but we can know the ending! Any pessimistic person can choose to see every dark and gloomy side of… well… really anything! But I love that no matter how much someone may want to choose that view Christianity holds nothing but HOPE! There is hope at the end of life! There is hope in life!
So the christian is weak because they need a crutch in life called religion, Jesus and the end of the story told to them. Oh absolutely! 100%! As a believer in Jesus Christ I had my eyes opened to the reality that I CAN DO NOTHING without Jesus! I don’t know if you have tried to control your life before… it may seem like you have things under control for a while but the truth is that you have no say in how to run your life. Humans are so fickle its actually amazing! Its almost hilarious listening to the radio and hearing radio announcers talk about how their life is all under control! I am saddened by this deceived world and its apathy towards what actually may happen after death. They go along merrily until something happens that shakes them up a bit but after a while they forget the initial shock and sort of move on.
Certain life events definitely will separate the sheep from the wolves. God has that all under control and I’m not worrying about doing that myself, but I hope and pray that I have a strong and sure faith when that trumpet calls. I don’t want to be known as lukewarm! Its black or white and I love that Jesus welcomes the surrendered with open arms!