Mary's feet

Where do I begin? My son just came into my room and anointed my hands with oil. You may be wondering why, and maybe last week I would have wondered with you. For about a year Jessey's fire has been getting hotter and bigger. He is overflowing with the power and love of Christ. He has received a measure of faith that is astounding me! Our home has been rocked and is busting at the seems with radical faith. This Love he has for God has him evangelizing everywhere he goes. After a powerful conference with Todd White, Jessey has been inspired and in-fired. And kicked out of Sears for bothering the people with the message of Jesus. Tonight I witnessed one of the most beautiful acts

I got home late tonight. After work I stayed and helped my Pastor with his fathers funeral. Me and two other ladies were the last to leave. Their feet hurt them both. They are a few years older than me and most faithful. Lynn was kind enough to give Mary and I a ride home. As we pulled into my apartment I asked my kids to come and help bring in some of the leftovers from the funeral. My son Jessey comes down the stairs, the one who anointed my hands. Mary had said she wanted Jessey to pray over her feet. As we are unloading, Jessey asks Mary if she needs any prayer and asks her specifically how her feet are. Mary chuckles and says " I just told your Momma I wanted you to pray over my feet some time. Jessey then tells her "Come on up and I will pray over them now." Oh the boldness.
At that point I am hoping somebody had cleaned the house because I had been gone all day. We all march up the stairs and Mary seems especially excited. She is so cute. Jessey has Mary sit down. He places my sweet senior friends feet in his hands and begins his prayer. Mary is very shy about her feet and will not let anybody see them. So she keeps her socks on and allows Jessey to only remove her Shoes. She says they are to ugly to look at. As I am milling around in the kitchen cleaning up a few things, Jessey is extending his faith in the living-room. Jessey is fervently praying over Mary's feet declaring youthfulness back to them. He is waiting for God to do something outwardly. As we all are by this time. What started out as a young man praying for my friends feet has now turned into a Bethany moment.

I then bring him oil to anoint her feet with and he takes Marys socks off, she is telling us nobody has ever seen her feet. He begins to massage her feet, telling her how beautiful they are. She is weeping and Jessey just keeps speaking life and love over her, Declaring healing and asking God to remove the deformations and make her feet line up with the word of God. He then does something that is so intimate and unbelievable. He kisses Mary's feet and tells her he loves her. Mary crumbles. My dear friend who has been a widow for about twenty years and has been quite embarrassed about her feet has just encountered a Holy spirit wrecking ball. This gesture was tender and intimate. Jessey holds those well worn servants feet in his hands and tells her how beautiful they are. That they are precious because they carry one of Gods servants around, doing His work. Mary is weeping, Jessey is weeping and his tears are falling on her feet. I am weeping, My older son is weeping, his fiance is weeping, Lynn is weeping. The love of the Father was being funneled through a fifteen year old boy into a 60+ year old woman and healing was flowing. Healing of the heart. Healing of the soul. A Love so deep, generations were being crossed at lights speeds.
He put her socks back on her and then her shoes and then proceeded to help her up. He hugged her and held her for a while. She said it felt as if Jesus himself had kissed her feet and loved her. And Jessey said "He did."

Matthew 5:40 The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.

Isn't it interesting that as Mary was experiencing the affection of the Father, Jessey was also experiencing Loving on His.

tying my shoe

We walked around a lovely lake because I wanted to. We went to lunch because I wanted to. We bought a latte because I wanted one. We crossed a field because I felt like it. My shoe came untied and my hands were full of a latte and a jacket for the sun was quite warm for this beautiful spring Monday. My husband bends down, asks me to place my foot on his knee and he ties my shoe. As I am watching him do this I notice we are encircled in a patch of wild daisies. Oh my gosh can it get any sweeter. We stroll back to the car and go downtown Seattle. We walked the streets enjoying the smells of bakery's, a variety of ethnic foods and even spring flowers. Our drive home became an adventure for we took side roads and back streets. Just so we had a view of the Puget Sound on our travels home.
Our day was spent dreaming together. He shared how he would love to own his own business again. I shared how desperately I want to go to India someday. We both spoke on how the mission field was calling us. We talked about serious stuff, light stuff, goofy stuff, family stuff, health stuff, AGING stuff... you name we talked about it.
This day wasn't planned, it just happened. There was one intentional thought though, I knew I wanted to spend time with him. No agenda, no clock, and no schedule.
Just a day with my best friend and might I say very good looking husband.
This is quite a sappy blog if you ask me but I am trying to say something here so please bear with me.
There is something to be said about a day that just happens with the one you love. The unplanned things usually become your best memories. The spontaneous trips, the midnight ice-cream runs, walks in the park ...
The is a carefree heart that adds a whistle to your walk when you have these stress-less days. Our hearts are allowed to gush our dreams, our plans, our wants, our desires.
Matthew 11:28 "Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you'll recover your life. I'll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won't lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you'll learn to live freely and lightly."

I heard this scripture in the Message bible and just fell in love with it. The unforced rhythm of grace! Beautiful! Can it be said any plainer?
Grace that is not forced, Grace that is light hearted, Grace that says "What do you want to do today?" Grace that says "Walk with me." And when your arms are full and your shoes untied, this Grace asks you to place your foot on His knee and He will tie your shoe.
And if your lucky, it will be in a patch of wild flowers.

For the love of Mike

He walked into the store, long gray hair, dirt stained clothes and smelling of a bar of soap. He carried with him a 5 gallon bucket with an orange lid. My guess; his earthly belongings. I smiled, " How are you today?" I asked. With a beautiful Scottish accent and a toothless grin he replied," Just fine darlin'".
"Can I help you find something?" Was my next question. " I need a sterling silver necklace of a cross with a dove. I just have to have a cross." He sounded like a movie star with the way he said his R's. And he was passionate about what kind of necklace and what he wanted it to be. He repeated to me "I just have to have a cross. Jesus has done so much for me." To look at him I knew he was homeless.His statement "looked" contradictory to his appearance.His clothes were old and stained but they were clean. He needed to see a dentist badly and he needed some personal grooming. His eyes were kind and his manners were exceptional. My mind spun with how he was going to afford a $50.00 necklace. I took him to the inexpensive ones first. He was polite and spoke gently that he was needing something that would not tarnish. I showed him our higher end jewelry. He chose 2 cross necklaces. We talked about his homeless camp and how proud he was of it and what he had done with his little patch of land. He shared with me how he had brought in white gravel and made a little path to his tent. He smiled broadly when he spoke of the police coming in to check on the camp and how they praised him for his care of his tent site.
He was ready to check out. I brought his two necklaces to the register and they totaled over $70.00. "Oh Jesus" I prayed "help me help him." I found a coupon a customer had left and I used it on his purchase and it was still over $50.00. He pulled out of his dingy jacket a purple bag with a gold cord. It looked like a royal money bag. In it was a thick pile of bills. In our conversation he never stopped giving God praise. He praised him for all he had and how he would be nothing without his Lord.
Others customers were in line and they were scrutinizing him and leaning away from him. My heart broke as I watched him be rejected for his appearance. In fact he was encouraging a mother to raise her children to love Jesus. The mother was annoyed and veering away from him.
I finished his transaction and gave him his change. I then asked his name, "Michael" He said. "It means,'who is like God'" He was very proud of his name. I told him my name and its meaning. He said "I am gonna be 59 soon.", he looked 79. Before he left I prayed with him. As I was praying his hands reached across the counter and he grabbed my hands and held them tight. I felt my heart squeeze and my prayer became more intense and a bit desperate. When I finished he was clearly touched by it and he was slow to leave.
We said good by and that was it, he was gone. Now here I am unable to shake the encounter with Michael. His name is a question as well as a statement. "Who is like God" He came in as the statement, despised and rejected, of comely appearance. I was the one who was asked the question. Did I do as God would have me? Did I entertain an angel just now? Disguised as a homeless man carrying in him a royal treasure.
I guess my question to you is the same as it is to me. Are we Like Him?
For the love of all the Mikes, are we like HIM!

A sunny day

I had the day off and was excited to spend it at home.I started the day with a song in my heart and a sunny day to greet me. My day began with me reading a few Psalms and My daughter reading to me a Proverbs. I felt inspired. I busted into a cleaning frenzy. You know the kind of cleaning only "You" know was done, corners, spot cleaning...etc. I was spot cleaning under chairs, behind corners and even in closets. The whole time I was scrubbing my home I had worship music blaring. It was a crisp, clear Washington morning but still worthy of cracking a window or two open for a while. The kids were at school the husband was gone and I had the house to my self to do as I pleased, and it pleased me to mop, dust, scrub and polish.
During my time of cleaning and worshiping, the scripture in Matthew about the inside of a cup being unclean kept coming to mind.

Matthew 23:25-28 "Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You clean the outside of the cup and dish, but inside they are full of greed and self-indulgence. Blind Pharisee! First clean the inside of the cup and dish, and then the outside also will be clean.
 "Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You are like whitewashed tombs, which look beautiful on the outside but on the inside are full of dead men's bones and everything unclean. In the same way, on the outside you appear to people as righteous but on the inside you are full of hypocrisy and wickedness.

Have you ever grabbed a cup out of the cupboard and it had been cleaned but still had particles of who-knows-what on the inside of it? This is the picture I see when I read this scripture. You can't serve anyone with a cup like that. And so it is with our hearts. So, when you pour something into the cup, the crud that was stuck on it is now loose in the drink. The refreshment is tainted with inward garbage. Does that paint a picture for you?

I could hear the Lord speaking to me in this. How He loves to get on His knees and enter my inmost being and clean the forgotten spots, the neglected stains, the accumulated corner clutter. He enjoys the hands-on of taking out the trash. He loves to hear our songs floating out of the windows of our heart mingled with the aroma of His fragrant cleansing Power. Sure, He knows we will get dirty again. He knows our corners will get cluttered and He knows there will be more trash to take out. But that doesn't detour Him.

I think the biggie for me is, I truly want to be used by Him. I don't want any of my junk to be left as residue inside of me, the nasty little left over particles of fear or insecurities floating around in what could have been a refreshing drink for another.

It felt good for me to get on my knees and clean up spills that had been neglected or forgotten. I took the trash out and could here my worship music floating outside my little apartment. It looked clean to me as I stood outside of it. And I knew it was because I was doing the knuckle bleeding cleaning. And now I am outside of it hearing it sing.

I wonder if Christ feels that way after He's spent some one-on-one time with my inner person, a smile drawn across His face as He takes my trash and sin to the incinerator. The feeling of knowing a secret corner, that nobody knew about, was clean. Or the spot that was hidden under a piece of furniture was forever gone and now the living room could finally be rearranged. And then He hears the song...And smiles.