Lynna Clark

By Lynna Clark

We used to have the best doctor. When David’s A1C registered high, she gave him a plan to lower it. Of course the plan came with a stern warning about his consumption of grits and other Southern manna. But her advice worked. Even better, she treated him like a son and praised his efforts each time he had bloodwork. She was so encouraging that his blood pressure, which usually shot through the roof like a rocket during a visit, came down to somewhat normal. But then she committed the unpardonable.

Our beloved Mrs. Caroline Adams retired. Dang encouraging grandma. Oh how we miss her. Life will never be the same.
As you surely know by now, I am a delicate flower. Currently I’m going through another health issue on top of the mystery illness I deal with. Of course the older I get the more the crazy symptoms pile on. In fact I told the Lord this morning that I am tired of asking for help and getting none. I decided to just quit asking. Then the story in the Daily Bread devotional spoke of the eerie quiet in a Russian orphanage where the babies learn not to cry because they know that no help will come. What a terribly sad commentary. Just as I finished reading the article the Lord reminded me of this verse.

“You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in Your bottle.” -Psalm 56:8

Apparently Somebody does care.

Then I wondered how large that bottle must be. Since I’m a big ol’ crybaby, the Lord probably uses a five gallon bucket… or three. So let’s do this.

The next time we get to wondering if anybody cares at all, let’s practice this. Let’s go ahead and cry out to the Lord and know He loves us enough to collect all our tears. His Son also cried out. He even wondered why God had forsaken Him.
I bet His bucket is even bigger than mine.

By Lynna Clark

Don’t you love seeing daffodils this time of year? Around our house they seem to be popping up everywhere. My neighbor has three large flowerbeds loaded with them. So pretty. Their big ol’ heads nod at the cars passing by like “Look over here! Winter won’t last forever! Hitch up your britches and face this passing season.”

At least that’s what I hear. But I’m a few bulbs short of a full flowerbed.

In our yard we can count on daffodils popping up first in the woods to the back of the lot, then in various places around the house. This year a few rogues sprouted in the middle of the grass in the front yard. We’ve lived here a long time and those have never been there before. I guess they washed in from some random place and decided to bloom where they were NOT planted. There’s bound to be a lesson in there somewhere… though at the moment I can’t think of what it might be. I just know that each morning when I open the front curtains, their presence brings me joy.

Last night just before bedtime we flipped past the news. Generally speaking, I don’t watch it. But this caught my attention. Those who’ve studied Biblical prophecy have known for years that in the end times, right about when Jesus is ready to return, Russia and China will become allies.

Guess what was on the news. Yep. It was the first time I had ever heard of those two countries getting together as a possible superpower. Apparently the world is changing and there is not a lot I can do about it. The way I see it there are two options. I can wring my hands and cry out to anyone who will listen that the sky is falling. OR I can look to the One Who actually controls what’s going on and trust Him.

Today, as I open the curtains to see the daffodils nodding back at me, I rest. Though it is winter and the news forecast is bleak, there is hope for this season. I will continue to walk with the One Who has held my hand throughout my entire life. With His love He has calmed all my fears.

Do you know the Lord enough to trust Him?
It might be time.

By Lynna Clark

Did you ever have the pleasure of meeting my mom-in-law Nina? She was feisty, funny, and fierce. If one of us did something she considered socially unacceptable, she’d purse her lips trying not to comment. But she’d point her old crooked finger at us with a warning. Personally, I witnessed the wrath of the pointy finger on many occasions. Usually it was accompanied by a twinkle in her eye because she also had a great sense of humor.

For example, back in the days before internet, she had to phone in the info for the kids’ sermon she’d be giving at Trinity Baptist. One week the person at the newspaper misunderstood. Instead of printing ‘by Nina Clark” it read “by nine o’clock.” So naturally we had a t-shirt made for her with 9 O’CLOCK printed across the front in big bold letters. She SAID she couldn’t wear it because it would “bend her hair” if she pulled it across her head. I remember thinking that hair wasn’t going anywhere with all that AquaNet in place. Apparently she could read minds because that was one of the many times I was the recipient of the accusatory finger. There was no accompanying eye twinkle.

Do you recall the time Jesus used His finger to write in the dust? No wait. You’re not as old as me. Let me tell you about it. The story is found in John 8.

Some very self-righteous men who had the law memorized and followed it religiously brought a woman before Him. How embarrassing to be caught in sin then shoved in front of the public. It would be bad enough to be videoed over-eating at the Golden Corral. But her sin was considered pretty scandalous.

Instead of pointing at her with condemnation or even just a stern warning, Jesus knelt in the dirt and used His finger to write. It’s a mystery even now what He wrote. The story goes that one by one her accusers left… from the oldest to the youngest. Makes you wonder what in the world the Lord wrote in the dust. Oh how I wish I could have been there to get the scoop on those guys. I can just imagine how the poor woman felt as she stood there waiting for the other shoe to drop; or in her case a stone to be hurled. But instead of condemnation, she received mercy, with gentle instruction. We tend to hear only the end. Like thunder from heaven it sounds like “GO AND SIN NO MORE YOU FILTHY ANIMAL!” As a preacher friend of ours says, “Four out of five folks think God is mad at them.”

I could be wrong. I mean it’s happened before. But it seems to me in the context of the story, Jesus let the woman know that He wasn’t there to condemn her. I think gently He gave her a taste of what her life could be without the sinful lifestyle. I think she left that day with a fresh start.

Romans 2:4 reminds us that “It’s the goodness of God that leads us to repentance.” Oh what a concept! To enter the presence of God covered in shame but to leave clothed in grace. That’s the true message of the cross.
No pointy fingers.

By Lynna Clark

On a rare day of sunshine in early February, my beloved and I enjoyed time on the back deck. David built a fire — well, he turned the knob to light the gas flame in our firepit. The wind was chilly so I wrapped up like a mummy. We settled in to enjoy the great outdoors. We might be old, but there’s no shortage of adventure at the Clark house. Being Saturday, it was a busy day for overhead traffic. Small planes from our local airport circled often. We wondered if it was practice day for would-be aviators, or if they just got a kick out of seeing old people point and wave like they were in a parade.

Later that day we heard of the “weather balloon” which drifted off course. No big deal, except it had lost its way from China. Hmmm…

Reports came in that it had been sighted over much of the continental U.S., including areas over several nuclear sites. Logic would tell us that a live video feed likely streamed back to China with clear and accurate pictures of our “weather.” I wondered if I would be part of the surveillance footage. As they reviewed the live feed, I imagine the conversation went something like this.
“What is big aqua blob by firepit?

Dangerous?”

“No. Just old woman in bathrobe. Got it on sale $17.99 with coupon on Amazon. She barely waddle; no big threat. But keep eye on man. Alexa say he spoke of shooting weather balloon down.”

A few hours later, somewhere off the coast of the great state of South Carolina, a couple good ol’ boys assess the situation.

“Hey Bubba, hold my beer.”

BOOM!

And the footage ends.

Sorry China. While we appreciate your keen interest in weather, we don’t actually trust you. And though politicians assure us that all is well, we don’t trust them either. Thankfully our great country is still filled with good ol’ boys from sea to shining sea who possess a strong thread of common sense. Of the rest I can hear my daddy ask, “Ain’tcha got no common?”

I’m afraid the weather balloon has revealed the answer to this burning question.

But while the jury is still out, let’s think on this: “Be still in the presence of the Lord, and wait patiently for Him to act. Don’t worry about evil people who prosper or fret about their wicked schemes.” — Psalm 37:7

That dear friends is uncommon sense.

Lynna Clark lives in Salisbury. Read more at LynnasWonderfulLife.wordpress.com

By Lynna Clark

Since today is Valentine’s Day I thought we’d look at Ephesians three for those beautiful verses about love that I spoke of earlier. I know. Once again, I’m a day late and a dollar short. But we had a refrigerator hoopalah over the weekend. I’ll tell you about that later. It was not delightful. But what the devil meant for evil, God turned for good. Ha! So annyyywayyy… back to the love words. Frankly, after the past few days, it’s a wonder I can think of any words decent enough to print. But here you go.

Ephesians 3:18- “And may you have the power to understand, as all God’s people should, how wide, how long, how high, and how deep His love is. May you experience the love of Christ though it is too great to understand fully.”

But wait! There’s more! The next few verses indicate that when we begin to grasp His wonderful love, a different level of life is opened up to us. The kind where His great power is available and our life is made complete. Like the writer said earlier, that’s too great to understand fully. But I think I want that!

“Then you will be made complete with all the fullness of life and power that comes from God.” And because of His love and power, we can “accomplish infinitely more than we can ask or think.” Wowee.

One summer, our family went to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. The place we landed was desolate… as in no people in sight. Well, except for our thundering herd. As far as I could see there was only a beautiful beach with pristine white dunes behind us. Gentle waves lapped at the shoreline. Dark sapphire water indicated the depth of the peaceful scene. The gorgeous sky stretched heavenward seemingly without end. To me, it was a rare picture of what we as earthbound creatures can hardly imagine.

“How wide, how long, how high, and how deep His love is.”

Picture that scene and warm yourself in His unending, everlasting love today. He is worthy of our heartfelt praise.

By Lynna Clark

So yesterday was my birthday. 68. I know right? Confetti flew, roses bloomed, parades were thrown and children sang. And that was just on Facebook. I felt like a Queen! Then I opened my Daily Bread for a bite of wisdom on my special day. The subject was Memento Mori, which means “Remember you will die.”

Hey. Thanks a lot Lord. That was a lovely reminder on my otherwise cloudless day. How funny. At least I thought so. But I’m a bit crazy like that. I’m actually amazed to have lived this long. I kept thinking I’d die and wished I’d hurry up. But no more! The Lord has replaced the evil years with good and I am walking in sunshine! Truthfully it’s more of a swaggy waddle, but hey! You won’t hear me complain! Well, unless you ask me how I feel. Then you’re gonna need to sit down a while to hear the answer to that. There really is no short answer.

All sorts of age related ailment are popping up. Though the doc says my eyesight is fine, I beg to differ. I was reading a book last night and it said the guy stuck his head in the gravy. I couldn’t help but wonder why a man would do such a thing. I kept reading to find out but it just made no sense. So I went back to the gravy part. Turns out he stuck his bread in the gravy. Ohhh… okay. That explains things.

Today’s verse comes from Ephesians 4:1. It’s one of those I have written out as big as a notecard will hold and put on the bulletin board near my nest. Not because my eyesight is failing but because my memory is. Like I tell David when I repeat a story wrong. I’m not a liar but I am a forgetter. Anyway the verse says, “Lead a life worthy of your calling.”

Whatever the Lord has asked us to do as our calling, let’s do that. And no matter what, let’s keep our head out of the gravy.

By Lynna Clark

Did you have a favorite teacher in school? I did. Mrs. Cowan, our chorus teacher was amazing. But she scared the life out of me. First of all, I took her class as an elective because I wanted something easy. But mostly I figured chorus would be one class where I could goof off with my friends.

Boy was I wrong. That woman was tough.

But! She taught those of us who had very little vocal talent to sing the harmony part. I was definitely in that category and was happy to be placed in the alto section. When it came time for our exam, I was NOT happy to discover that we would be expected to perform in front of our peers. Oh, we could have one or two classmates sing with us for their exam too. But holy cow I was nervous. Together me, Rhonda Parks and Renee Overcash sang the very somber folk song Blowin’ in the Wind.

These were the days of the Vietnam War. The song spoke of young girls crying for their dead and something about flowers and the answers to life blowing in the wind. The only problem was that I got so nervous during our performance that I started laughing. It was Mrs. Cowan’s fault. She accompanied us on the piano and played so fast and loud I could not keep up. Me and the girls had practiced together without music and were used to dragging out each note with sorrow. I think she just wanted to get it over with. But when I started laughing, though she shot daggers from her eyes, I could not stop. My poor friends got tickled too and the three of us laughed until Mrs. Cowan banged out the last note. I just remember hurrying off the stage with tears running down my face, probably my legs too, from laughing so hard. It was not pretty.

I ended up taking chorus the next year too. Bless Mrs. Cowan’s heart. That year she taught us a song taken directly from the Psalms. I still think of her when I read it.

“Create in me a clean heart O God. And renew a right Spirit within me. Cast me not away from Thy presence. And take not Thy Holy Spirit from me. Restore unto me the joy of Thy salvation; and uphold me with Thy free Spirit.” Psalm 51:10-12
At the time I did not know the Lord. But singing that song stirred something inside. The seed was sown. A year or so later I trusted Him to seal me with His Holy Spirit.* And often I thank the Lord for the patience of a very faithful teacher.

*Ephesians 1:13,14; 4:30 is a great place to read for more about the Holy Spirit.

By Lynna Clark

This thought is deeper than I usually venture and longer too. So if you’re not into searching out the Truth of God’s precious Holy Word, stop here. See what I did there? If you quit now you obviously don’t love Jesus. Just kidding. But I wanted to warn you ahead of time that this is a different kind of article.

So here’s the thing. I have questions about an oft quoted verse. The writer Paul says in Philippians 3:13 to forget the things behind and instead reach forward. Did the man really forget the past? Apparently not. Just before that, he lists off key experiences from his life. Within that were memories that surely brought him shame.

As I thought on this, I recalled things that used to haunt me too. Guilt and shame for things in my past tormented my life. In fact I used to live in so much fear that I finally gave in to counseling. Guess which passage we covered? Philippians 3: 13,14.
The jist of it says, “I focus on this one thing: Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead, I press on…”
Maybe an underlying message behind the challenge to forget and press on is that it is a process. Letting go takes time as well as conscious effort.

Two verses I use to help me with that contain the word ‘casting.’ Not like casting a fishing line or net where I would draw something back to myself; but instead casting like hurling or throwing so hard that it takes a while for that fear to float back my way. The next time is a bit easier since I recognize it as a sin that weighs me down and refuse to allow it in. Listen to this good word.

“Casting all your care upon Him for he cares for you!” * And,
“Casting down imaginations and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ.” **

The Lord Himself had to set aside the shame of the cross in exchange for the joy ahead.*** We can press on too beloved. Cast aside your hurtful past. That load of guilt and pain was never meant for you to bear. Your bright future, your influence for Christ and your sound thinking depend on it!
*1 Peter 5:7 **2 Corinthians 10:5 ***Hebrews 12:1-3

By Lynna Clark

Long ago my husband had a serious talk with me. It was a rather rare occasion. Generally we are too busy making fun of television commercials or checking the lineup for the Braves or discussing our latest ailments. Our life is very exciting like that.
So anyway, this talk seemed important to the man. At some point he’d recognized his tendency to become a curmudgeon. It may have had something to do with the fact that he taught school for over twenty years. Believe it or not middle school boys, while delightful in their own unique way, can sometimes be exasperating. I remember distinctly David saying to me during our serious talk, “Don’t let me turn into that grouchy old man at church who fusses at the kids.” He followed it up by putting on his old codger voice and growling. “Calm down sonny! You’re in the house of God!”

After I finished laughing at the man, who did a great imitation of the old Muppet guys in the balcony, I considered his heartfelt request. How can we guard against becoming grumpy? I have a feeling the overtaking of our good nature is a subtle process. Scripture advises us to think on good things. But God knows how much life can wear us down.

Today’s good word is from Philippians 3:1. The writer Paul tells us again that no matter what happens, we should make it a practice to rejoice in the Lord. He says he never gets tired of reminding us of that because…
“…this will safeguard our faith.”

An old hymn has the the beautiful request that only the Lord can fill. “Tune my heart to sing Thy praise.”

For me it has to be a conscious effort. I don’t think rejoicing and thankfulness come natural for very many people. And yet, the Lord often asks us to lift up our hearts in praise to Him. It seems to be the key to safeguarding our faith. Maybe with that shield in place we can avoid becoming a curmudgeon.

By Lynna Clark

This is the year! 2023 is when you will FINALLY read the Bible cover to cover. Even the maps! But not the Concordance. That would just be weird. As it turns out, it’s a LOT of reading. You’re five days into the new year and already you find yourself three days behind. But you’ll catch up! Honest you will!

May I humbly make an observation? If not, stop reading here.

This is your exit. This is where you will jump off the guilt train. When reading Scripture becomes a chore, then you might need a different plan. Can I make a confession? I’m not sure if chemo caused it or just plain getting old. But currently I am dealing with a large amount of brain fog. For whatever reason, I have a really hard time hearing the words coming off the pages. I seem to have the attention span of a puppy in a yard full of squirrels. Focus is just not happening.

So! Here’s what I’m trying and it seems to be working. I hold my Bible to my chest and get as still as I can. Since it’s all I can do not to look out the windows at the birds on the feeder and the neighbor’s cat and the plethora of squirrels jumping from limb to limb and my bottle tree as it catches the light…

Wait. Where was I.

Oh! I was clutching a real Bible with honest to goodness paper pages which have notations of trials past and answered prayers. I was hugging it to my chest with my eyes closed and I was waiting. Silently asking God for the Words. This week the word Philippians came to mind. One “L” and two “P’s.” Philippians.

So I opened there.

After the intro I read one small paragraph and didn’t hear a thing. So I read it again. Then again. It began to be clearer. So I read it again and asked God for help. More meat was found on that bone. So I stopped and wrote the blog Certain of the Good Work. It wasn’t astounding but it was definitely a word from the Word.

Here’s the thought for today. Let’s not go through the motions in our relationship with God. Let’s not start the day by giving Him His marching orders or by instructing Him on how to handle the things on our mind. Let’s rest in Him. Let’s listen. Let’s pay attention as best we can. Let’s go so far as to ask God for this from Philippians 1:10a.

I want to understand what really matters.
Bless the Lord!