Wednesday, August 7, 2024

Enlarging the Boundaries

 

Gibbous moon in rose-clouded sky at sunset

For the harried, hurried, faint of heart, or short of attention span, feel free to skip ahead to the TL:DR section.

Click here to listen to me read the post, with Moose Tracks chiming in a bit at the end. 😉

“Lord, you are my portion and my cup of blessing; you hold my future. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.”

‭‭Psalms‬ ‭16‬:‭5‬-‭6‬ ‭CSB‬


Celebration

Good morning to you, crumbles! Or shall I say, “Happy blog anniversary”? Today marks 14 years since that first welcome blog post. The first series we explored was called “Blessing the Boundaries.”  At the time, I had crashed into the worst lupus flare I had ever had, one from which I have never entirely recovered. The Ebony Dog and I lived on the sofa, and my chest hurt almost too much to breathe unless I lay on my side.

In that wilderness season, my dear husband Amore told me I needed to start a blog to find my online people and redeem that time. Through that initial post series, I sought to make peace with the very narrow boundaries the Lord had imposed on me (us). I sought to proclaim His boundaries as good and pleasant and to find joy in this “inheritance.”

My health is better now than in those early days, but I am substantially homebound again and don’t know when that will change. We have walked through the loss of Amore’s parents and sister and the recent loss of my mother after a long journey with Alzheimer’s. I have had cancer twice and a long list of surgeries. We have moved house and lost my faithful Ebony Dog but gained Moose Tracks (Mayhem).

Through all this, the Lord has used this place and other online interactions to link me with kindred spirits. He has made real friendships from long-distance interactions with people I may never meet this side of heaven.

His boundaries have indeed proved good, pleasant, and joyful.


A Need

Over the last year or so, He has brought new friends to me through this place, my online home. From them, I have learned that many people with energy-limiting conditions—ME/CFS, Long COVID, fibromyalgia, autoimmune diseases like I have, and many more—find screen reading too challenging to undertake long or often. For some, it exacerbates a wide range of symptoms. However, they may be able to listen instead of read.

Other new friends are caregivers as I have been. Stewarding that gift and responsibility means their best chance to engage with my posts is in their ears while they walk or work on household tasks.

For those new friends and readers, I began recording most posts, but Blogger isn’t very friendly to adding that feature, is it?

It has also become increasingly clear that the normal isolation of chronic/prolonged illness, caregiving, and aging has intensified in desperation and alienation, especially with numerous churches and ministries discontinuing the remote worship, discipleship, and fellowship options that opened up the world to this population at the beginning of the pandemic.

While I can’t address any of these illnesses, the needs requiring care, or the debilitating aging process, I have been praying over what might be mine to do to offer gospel hope and encouragement in this peculiar time. Joni Eareckson Tada has said that people with disabilities constitute the largest unreached people group in the world. The number of people suffering with chronic illness and disability has grown very rapidly since 2020 and does not seem to be slowing down. With regard to Long COVID alone, for example, the research team led by Dr. Danny Altmann estimated a year ago that some 400 million people around the world are experiencing some level of long-term illness months to years after their initial infection. 


An Opportunity

In praying for the people whose names and situations I know and the millions I don’t, the Lord has led me to enlarge the boundaries of this writing ministry in order to diversify and expand the ways that the Lord’s work through me can serve the reader or listener. The next step toward that end is to move most of my online energies to Substack: crumbs from His table fellowship here.



Substack makes it much easier to offer and access audio versions of the blog posts. Comment conversations also seem less cumbersome there. That platform additionally opens up numerous new ways of interaction such as a dedicated chat space for subscribers; discussion threads where readers’ thoughts are the featured attraction; video posts and messages; and even a private subscriber podcast for listening to post readings on the go through most common podcast players.

Dreams I have for the fellowship include a Brave Hearts Book Club tailored to those with energy-limiting and financially draining conditions. By choosing Christian classics in the public domain, I can record (or embed) one chapter or section at a time with a few questions to generate discussion. Those who want to and can read the selection can access that kind of ebook at little to no cost if a physical copy is too pricey.

At other times, we could potentially have Zoom book discussions or community Bible reading and prayer or mini-retreats on a spiritual discipline which I’ve found helpful. (We can also have guest writers and teachers.) In this season of loss, it has blessed me to dream about the possibilities (even while daunted by the change).

Topics of more limited interest can have their own sections to which interested readers can opt in if they wish to access the material.

Much of that lies in the future. For the present, the transition itself is the order of the day.

You may be wondering how much effort and complication this will require of you, dear readers.

TL;DR

  • If you read now via RSS feed reader or on the web and have no interest in audio versions of posts, posts in your inbox, and the other prospective added features, you don’t need to do anything. I will continue to post written and photographic pieces here, though without audio or comment interaction.
  • If you already receive posts via email, between now and the next post, Lord willing, I will export those subscriptions from Mailchimp to Substack. You also don’t need to do anything. You should be receiving a welcome email from the new platform. You may still reply to me directly from the emails instead of in Substack comments if that is more comfortable.
  • If, however, neither of the above applies to you, and you want access to audio and video posts and, Lord willing, the kind of online encouragement, discipleship, and fellowship sketched out above, with the style and tone you are used to here, you are cordially invited to subscribe to the new crumbs from His table fellowship at crumbsfromhistable.substack.com
All my Substack content is free, just as this place is. If—and there are no definite plans for this—a paid subscription option became needed in future, we would offer scholarships and/or discounts of some sort so that those who need this community are included, regardless of ability to pay.

This is such a small beginning in the face of immense need, but the crumbs of my loaves and fishes are before the Lord. May He be glorified in multiplying them to sustain faith and hope in those He brings to this fellowship.

I would be grateful for your prayers with and for me and the community which will come together in His time.

“You reveal the path of life to me; in your presence is abundant joy; at your right hand are eternal pleasures.”
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭16‬:‭11‬ ‭CSB‬‬

Sunday, August 4, 2024

“A Little Sanctuary”

""Therefore say: 'This is what the sovereign Lord says: Although I have removed them far away among the nations and have dispersed them among the countries, I have been a little sanctuary for them among the lands where they have gone.'"

‭‭Ezekiel‬ ‭11‬:‭16‬ ‭NET‬‬


Beloved of God, if this Lord's Day finds you worshipping alone or with only your household, take heart from that word of the Lord. I pray you would indeed find Him to be "a little sanctuary" in this time of isolation and exile from the house of God.


In addition, I offer you these words of encouragement from 19th-century English pastor Charles Spurgeon. He struggled with the autoimmune disease gout, which regularly kept him from attending worship services in the church he pastored. His wife also suffered with chronic illness that rarely permitted her to hear her husband preach in person. These thoughts encouraged me. I pray they bring hope and comfort to your heart too.



"Now, notice, God says to his people, when they are far away from the temple and Jerusalem, 'I will be to them as a little sanctuary.' Not, 'I have loved the people, and I will build them a synagogue, or I will lead others to build for them a meeting-place; but I myself will be to them as a little sanctuary.' The Lord Jesus Christ himself is the true place of worship for saved souls. 'There is no chapel in the place where I live,' says one. I am sorry to hear it, but chapels are not absolutely essential to worship, surely. Another cries, 'There is no place of public worship of any sort where the gospel is fully and faithfully preached.' This is a great want, certainly, but still, do not say, 'I am far away from a place of worship.' That is a mistake. No godly man is far away from a holy place. What is a place of worship? I hope that our bed-chambers are constantly places of worship. Place of worship? Why, it is one's garden where he walks and meditates. A place of worship? It is the field, the barn, the street, when one has the heart to pray. God will meet us by a well, a stone, a bush, a brook, a tree. He has great range of trysting-places when men's hearts are right….


"Now, dear friends, God says, 'I will be to them as a little sanctuary,' that is to say, an accessible throne of mercy, an accessible place of mercy. When men have no mercy on you, go to God. When you have no mercy on yourself -- and sometimes you have not -- run away to God. Draw near to him, and he will be to you as a little sanctuary….


"If at this time you have lost many of the comforts of this life, and seem bereaved of friends, then find in God your 'little sanctuary.' Go home to your chamber with holy faith and humble love, and take him to be your all in all, and he will be all in all to you. Pray after this fashion -- 'O Lord, so work in me by thy Spirit that I may find thee in all things, and all things in thee!'


"The Lord has ways of weaning us from the visible and the tangible, and bringing us to live upon the invisible and the real, in order to prepare us for that next stage, that better life, that higher place, where we shall really deal with eternal things only. God blows out our candles, and makes us find our light in him, to prepare us for that place in which they need no candle, for the glory of God is their light; and where, strange to tell, they have no temple, for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple thereof. The holy leads to the holiest: living upon God here leads to living with God hereafter. Oh, that God would gradually lift us up above all the outward, above all the visible, and bring as more and more into the inward and unseen! If you do not know anything about this, ask the Lord to teach you this riddle; and if you do know it, ask him to keep you to the life and walk of faith, and never may you be tempted to quit it for the way of sight and feeling. For Christ's sake we ask it. Amen."


From Charles Haddon Spurgeon, "A Little Sanctuary"


A Little Sanctuary accessed August 4, 2024, at 12:27 PM CDT

Monday, July 29, 2024

A Prayer for the One Grieving a Parent


The text of the blog post on a background of a photo of forget-me-nots


O God,

Father of the fatherless,

As lovingly mindful of each son and daughter as our own nursing mothers:

Enfold Your bereft children in Your own ineffable, unfailing love;

Console Your desolate chicks with Your sheltering wing;

Guide Your lost sheep with generous wisdom;

Carry the wounded and weary lambs in Your arms;

Abundantly provide daily bread for Your little ones;

Defend your cubs with loyal strength;

Apprehend the wanderers and bring them home to Yourself;

Nurture, cultivate, and celebrate every green sprout of virtue, worship, obedience, and calling;

Sing Your delight as our lullaby;

Establish broken hearts in the sustaining hope of restoration,

Until our Homegoing or our Lord's return.

Amen.

Wednesday, June 26, 2024

Totality







Grief is the soul’s totality—

Quenching color, light, song—

Darkness engulfing light,

Stars and planets twinkling 

At midday, breath stolen,

Chill breeze sweeping warmth away—

The light of God’s own countenance seems

Extinguished in the weeping vale.


Yet, though obscured, the sun still shines,

Undimmed, undamaged, undiminished.


Cosmic pebble nearest pale blue dot

Blocks from this dust speck’s eyes

The giant flaming star round which

Revolves the solar system.

Light flees,

But no sun departs;

Small obstacle in close proximity

Hides its great and glorious distant radiance.


Slithering shadow snakes snap at heels,

Unenvenomed phantom enemies,

No more harming sky-gazers

Than moon can harm sun.


This terror of great darkness,

Portentous and awesome—

Casting beholders facedown in dust and ashes,

In confused anguish and loss,

Foundations shaken—

Lasts only light and momentary minutes,

Measured by eternity’s rule.


However endless seconds seem,

They are but a blink, a breath,

Now, for a little time, if needed,

Until grave is swallowed up in victory.

Soon, soon, and very soon,

We shall always be with the Lord:

No more darkness, no more death;

Sorrow and sighing flee like stars 

At the sun’s resplendent revelation.


In the darkness, we wait.

In the darkness, we trust.

In the darkness, we hope

In unchanging truth:

The sun shines on;

God’s promises fail not;

His faithfulness endures,

While we see it not.




Thursday, June 6, 2024

No Good Thing

Apologies for no audio today. If you need that, please let me know and I’ll add it as soon as may be. I am working towards a better way to do that. ❤️‍🩹🤗

Mammarian clouds at dusk

Bubble clouds at dusk


No good thing—

Truly, unequivocally, particularly good—

Relinquished by the child of God

For the sake of obedience,

Love for Him,

Love for others—


No good thing 

Is ever truly lost,

Only forestalled.

Who am I,

Little woman,

To dream that I can give up

More than the Lord can restore?


In His good time,

He gives good gifts.

In this, I wait;

In this, I hope.


We sow good seeds,

Uneaten,

Into the tomb of the earth,

Denying today's pleasure

For Tomorrow's harvest of righteousness.

We may sow in tears

And bellies growling and empty,

But we will reap with shouts of joy.


Your kingdom come. 


We cannot outgive God.

Our troubles will be drowned in glory

We cannot fathom or dream

In our relinquishment.

In the Day of His blessed appearing,

I suspect

I will only regret

Not yielding even more.


Eternity is more than long enough

To surfeit souls with every good and perfect gift.