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Don’t Think You Can Wait Another Day? Trust God’s Timing

by Lois Flowers December 23, 2014
by Lois Flowers

Christmas devotionLong ago—back when “tweet” was still the sound baby birds made, when a gallon of gas cost less than $1.50, when fifth graders did not yet “need” cell phones—I wrote a devotional about Christmas. The year was 2001, and we were in the midst of what seemed like a never-ending season of waiting. All these years later, I have much more experience with waiting, but I’m still not very good at it. Which is why, for me, this little piece will never lose its meaning.

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I was setting the table for our holiday meal, lost in thought about how this day would likely be the last Thanksgiving Randy and I would spend as a family of two. Sometime next summer or early fall, we will fly to China to pick up the precious—albeit as-yet-unidentified—little girl who will become our first child.

From then on, holidays at our house will never be the same again.

A phrase from a Christmas song playing on the CD player in the next room interrupted my reverie. “Oh, we are not forgotten, we are ever in God’s sight,” singer/songwriter Ginny Owens crooned, “And He will come to us when the time is right.”

He will come to us when the time is right.

Divine Coin Flip?

Have you ever stopped to think about what that really means? God didn’t flip a coin to decide when He should come to earth as a baby. Far from it.

The Messiah arrived on the scene at the exact point in history when the whole world was ready for something new. He came when all the pieces—a common language, a highly sophisticated transportation system, religious freedom, etc.—were in place to facilitate the spread of the Gospel message.

These elements were implemented by the architects of the Roman Empire, of course, but all were overseen by a sovereign Savior.

He came to us when the time was right to fulfill His purposes, His divine plan.

Fast Forward 2,000 Years

In an era characterized by an incessant desire for instant gratification, it’s easy to get impatient with God and wish that He would just hurry up and answer our prayers. I’ve experienced such impatience many times during years of infertility and now even more so as we wait for our daughter.

I just wish she would get here faster.

But my restlessness is buffered by the knowledge that every delay and every month of waiting is somehow built into God’s overall timetable to ensure that we receive the right little girl at just the right time.

God’s Perfect Timing

He follows His schedule, not mine. And, as He so wonderfully demonstrated through the events we celebrate at Christmas, His schedule works—every time.

I don’t know what you might be waiting for during this holiday season. Maybe it’s a new job, a spouse, the restoration of a broken relationship, or a positive pregnancy test. Perhaps it’s the salvation of a loved one, physical or emotional healing, or the return of a prodigal child.

Whatever the case, waiting is difficult. It’s fraught with disappointment, frustration, and sadness. But it’s also a part of life. And we can either let it steal our joy or we can choose to look for reasons to rejoice while we wait.

As the saying goes, God is never in a hurry, but He’s always on time. His answers may not always match our expectations, but they will be revealed to us when the time is right.

♥ Lois

God didn’t flip a coin to decide when He should come to earth as a baby. The Messiah arrived on the scene at the exact point in history when the whole world was ready for something new. Share on X God follows His schedule, not mine. And, as He so wonderfully demonstrated through the events we celebrate at Christmas, His schedule works—every time. Share on X
December 23, 2014 2 comments
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When You Want To Know God As Your Father

by Lois Flowers December 16, 2014
by Lois Flowers

A friend is on a spiritual quest that I find fascinating. Her desire, this year, is to get to know God as her Father.

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I’m no expert on faith or theology. But I do know this: my own feeble understanding of God as my Father has brought me more comfort, hope and joy than almost anything else in my life. So I’m confident my friend’s search—however it goes—will be worth it.

Here’s what intrigues me, though. Often in life, we get to know God in a deeper way when we experience a specific aspect of His character in a specific time of need. We need provision, He is our Provider. We need healing, He heals us. We’re anxious, He is our Peace.

But rather than waiting for a specific time of need, my friend is asking God to show Himself as her Father right now.

I admire her proactivity—and her courage.

Asking the God of the universe to reveal Himself to us in any way is risky. God created us, which means He knows the most effective way to fulfill our desires. If we ask to know Him better as our Father, for example, He just might create in us a need for a father through circumstances that didn’t even exist before.

Personally, it’s been the things I’ve struggled with mightily—begged to be freed from, even—that have exposed my weakness and forced my dependence on God’s fatherly attributes of strength, love and compassion. He could’ve ordained an easier way for me, but because He’s my Father and has my best interests at heart, He’s often allowed the opposite.

Thankfully, though, we don’t have to wait for a crisis. Any sincere father likely would be thrilled if his child said, “Dad, I want to get to know you better.” How much more then would God, the only perfect Father, rejoice to receive such a request from us?

About 11 years ago, I did this with my own dad. We’d always been close, but I’d never really paid much attention to what truly makes him tick. Having recently become a parent myself, knowing my 69-year-old father on this level was suddenly imperative. So, on two separate occasions, we sat down together with a handheld tape recorder and I interviewed him.

Eventually, more than 100 questions turned into 35 typed pages of history, stories and wisdom. It’s a document—and an experience—I will always treasure.

I recalled this project when thinking about my friend’s spiritual quest. And suddenly, everything clicked.

If we have accepted God’s gift of grace in our lives, He is our Father. It’s an immutable relational fact. So, if we want to get to know Him as our Father, we need to get to know Him.

We can’t sit down with God and point the microphone at Him. But we can sit down with an open Bible and get to know Him through His redemptive story.

It’s that simple, and that life-changing.

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Note: This post originally appeared in the Kansas City Star.

P.S. Linking up this week with Holley Gerth at Coffee for Your Heart.

Photo credit:pontlaa via photopin cc
December 16, 2014 6 comments
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Thankfulness Journal Highlights God’s Faithfulness

by Lois Flowers December 9, 2014
by Lois Flowers

I’ve been thinking about thankfulness a lot lately.

First, it was because Thanksgiving was coming, and, well, what else are you supposed to think about before Thanksgiving? Then, it was because of Christmas, and all the many aspects of this holiday that I love so very much.

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With all those thoughts swirling around in my head, I imagined it would be fun to go through my thankfulness journal—a record of 1,000-plus blessings that took me more than three-and-a-half years to complete—and make a top 10 list.

My thankfulness journal is precious to me. Several weeks ago, right before the hard drive on our personal computer bit the dust, it was the only file I sent to my internet email account just in case Randy’s multiple backups somehow didn’t work.

I do most of my writing on our laptop, but the PC holds thousands of pictures, videos and other documents we’ve collected for more than a decade. Many of those are priceless, too, but the document titled “1,000 Gifts” is the one I was sure to save.

Intentionally noticing and then writing down the things I’m thankful for is a comforting and settling practice. It’s not just the discipline of doing this that is so beneficial, however. It’s also a huge blessing to have a written record of God’s faithfulness during years of great change and sometimes even turmoil around and within me.

I must admit that there were months on end, during those three-and-a-half years, when I didn’t write down a single thing. But rather than focus on the blank spots, I love to read what I actually did write—recollections and details that would have disappeared from my memory forever had I not recorded them.

I didn’t stop at 1,000, by the way. Once I hit that milestone on Aug. 18 of this year, I decided to keep going, and I have no plans to stop anytime soon.

Choosing 10 favorites seemed like a quick and easy idea for a blog post, during a season when quick and easy is just what I need. So I opened up the Word document that contains my list and started browsing. And it soon became clear that this wasn’t going to be as easy as I expected.

A few trends were obvious right from the start.

It seems I derive great joy from noticing the first shoots of anything sprouting out of the ground in the spring. Daffodils, lilies, peonies, Siberian irises—you name it, I’m thankful for it! Cardinals (the aviary variety) show up rather frequently (there is a story there but we’ll save that for another day), as do affirmative answers to prayer and (sometimes halting) thanksgiving for prayers that were not answered how I had hoped, but clearly were answered nonetheless.

Some entries in the journal are a few short words, while others are more lengthy. I wasn’t looking for items of any particular length, but as I read, I did notice that many of the most meaningful ones have a back story. In current form, they wouldn’t make sense to anyone but me (and perhaps Randy).

I figured that prefacing each item on the top 10 list with an introduction would completely ruin the effect (not to mention negate the “quick and easy” thing I was after), so I decided to discard the entire idea of writing a blog post based on my 1,000 gifts list.

Then something happened late last week, something that resulted in several journal entries that actually do tell the whole story. It’s as clear in my mind as it was the moment it happened, and because of that, I want to share it with you today.

On  Dec. 5, 2014, here’s what I was thankful for:

• That the crossing guard at Molly’s school takes her job very seriously, especially since someone crashed a vehicle into one of the traffic lights at the crossing a few weeks ago, disabling all the signals at the intersection until a new one can be installed.

• That Molly was the only child with the crossing guard when she crossed the street to meet me after school yesterday.

• That because she was the only child there, Molly was able to hear the crossing guard when she shouted—very loudly—at the truck driver who had ignored the guard’s stop sign and was driving straight through the intersection where Molly was crossing.

• That when she heard the shout, Molly stopped suddenly, halting her progress directly into the path of the truck.

• That Molly’s birthday is Monday, and she will be 10 years old.

Lois Flowers

P.S. Thankful to be linking up this week with Jerralea at the Loft.

 Photo by Claudine Flowers
December 9, 2014 12 comments
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Song of the Month: “This is the Promise”

by Lois Flowers December 7, 2014
by Lois Flowers

I know it’s December, and maybe the song of the month should reflect the season. I do love Christmas music, so much that I’ve actually been listening to it off and on around the house since early November.

But for some reason, this song by the Martins is the one I’ve been returning to over and over since I heard it for the first time several weeks ago. Even if you prefer your music on the not-so-twangy side, I have a feeling the message might resonate with you, too.

So, without further ado: “This is the Promise,” by the Martins.

Lois Flowers

December 7, 2014 3 comments
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3rd-Grade Training Lays Groundwork for Peace

by Lois Flowers December 2, 2014
by Lois Flowers

A highlight of the third-grade curriculum at Molly’s school is the “Fire and Life Safety” course taught by firefighters from our local fire department.

For five weeks beginning in September, three firefighters come once a week and teach the kids everything from how to put out a grease fire and the top causes of fire in our city, to how to draw up a home-escape plan and the importance of the words “stop, drop and roll.”

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Molly is fascinated by fire trucks and machinery of any sort. She thinks ahead and has a contingency plan for everything. In other words, this program was right up her alley.

At the end of the course, the students with the highest grades on their very comprehensive homework assignments are named junior fire chiefs and receive all sorts of special awards. Molly was ever so proud to be one of two students in her class to achieve this designation.

Since then, her fire-safety training has come in handy a time or two, like when I poured some oil in a hot skillet and needed help remembering that putting the lid on and removing the pan from the stove would squelch the flames that sprang up so suddenly. (They clearly did not have an extensive fire-safety program in the schools when I was in third grade.)

I knew she enjoyed interacting with the firefighters, but I never really realized how thorough Molly’s training was or how much it had influenced her until a few weeks ago.

The girls and I were at my parents’ home one evening when my dad fell, hit his head on a wall and eventually became unresponsive. We called 911, and someone made sure Lilly, Molly and their visiting cousins were occupied elsewhere as we waited for help to arrive.

Lilly saw my dad fall and was, understandably, very upset. She holed herself up in the bathroom, where Randy calmed her down over the phone.

When I went to find Molly, she was in an upstairs bedroom, talking quietly with her 12-year-old cousin. She had seen the accident, too, but didn’t appear to be the slightest bit upset or scared. Some of this is due to her personality—she trends toward calm and non-dramatic most of the time. As I discovered later, however, her response went deeper than that.

After the paramedics had been there for awhile and things were looking better all around, my younger sister went back upstairs to see how our daughters were doing. Molly’s assessment was both simple and telling.

“I know what they are doing,” she said.

“I know why they are doing it.

“I am a junior fire chief.”

Well, OK then.

Seriously, what else is there to say?

As I reflect on that day, I am thankful for many things. I’m thankful that my dad is OK. I’m thankful that my sister was in town visiting that weekend, which was why we were even at my parents’ home that night. I’m thankful for my older sister, whose steady demeanor helped us do what we needed to do for my dad. I’m thankful that Randy was able to console Lilly over the phone, and that the paramedics who came to assist us were all very kind and competent.

I’m also thankful for that trio of firefighters who visited Molly’s classroom so faithfully last year, filling her then 8-year-old head with the grown-up knowledge that gave her comfort and confidence during a potentially scary situation.

There were times, that evening, when I wasn’t sure how everything was going to turn out. But in the midst of it all, when I was trying hard not to panic, my little junior fire chief was at peace.

A mom can’t ask for much more than that.

Lois Flowers

December 2, 2014 3 comments
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If I Had To Do It Again, One Thing Would Not Change

by Lois Flowers November 25, 2014
by Lois Flowers

Dear Randy,

As of tomorrow, you and I will have been married for 20 years and eight months (or exactly 20 2/3 years, if you prefer fractions).

Our twentieth anniversary passed without too much hoopla last March. I made my famous chicken cordon bleu and you surprised me with favorite quotes from the Chronicles of Narnia that now adorn the walls throughout our house. It was a lovely celebration, but it seems like such a long time ago. The days are speeding by, faster by the hour.

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In the midst of these rushing days—one recent Sunday afternoon, to be exact—I took a little nap. When I woke up, the first thing that caught my eye was a Precious Moments bride and groom figurine on the dusty bookshelf in our bedroom. The very same figurine that graced the top of our wedding cake all those 20 years and eight months ago.

As you know, my interest in Precious Moments figurines is pretty much a thing of the past, though I’ve held on to one or two for sentimental reasons. But as I lay there and thought about it, I realized that the wedding cake decorations were only one of the things about that long-ago day that I would do differently, if I had to do it all over again.

I’d ditch the figurine on the cake and use fresh flowers instead.

I’d choose a different color for the bridesmaids’ outfits. They were lovely in their day, but forest green? You can’t get much more 1994 than that, unless you went with country blue and rose.

I would wear my hair up instead of down, with flowers here and there instead of a veil attached to a beaded headband.

I would still wear the same dress, I think, but I would keep it after the wedding instead of selling it back to the bridal shop.

I’d arrange to get all our pictures done before the ceremony, not afterwards.

I’d have my brother-in-law play the traditional “Here Comes the Bride” processional on his trumpet as I walked into the church sanctuary on my dad’s arm. Not because I didn’t love the trumpet voluntary he actually did play, but so that you would know what was going on when I started down the aisle.

Yes, there’s a lot I would do differently if I had to do it over again, both that day and in the 20 2/3 years since. But there is one thing that I would absolutely not change.

I would still marry you.

You may wonder why I’m writing about this now. It’s not our actual anniversary. It’s not Valentine’s Day. It’s not even the 24th anniversary of our first date (that’s Feb. 1, 2015, in case you forgot). It’s just a Tuesday in late November.

I guess I’m writing it because, while it’s Tuesday today, Thursday is coming.

And Thursday is Thanksgiving.

There are many, many things in my life for which I am thankful. I even have a list to prove it—a record of 1,000 gifts that took me more than three-and-a-half years to compile.

I know. The popular thing these days is to reach this goal in one year, or even a single month. But however long the list, and however long it took me to complete, you are at the very top.

In fact, without you, many of the other things on the list would not even be there.

When the computer starts churning out hard-drive-failure warnings, you back it up, then figure out what to do when it actually does crash the next day. When we need a new sump pump, you replace it. When one or the other daughter wants to play Mario Bros. or talk about cell phones for hours on end, you willingly join in.

When I imagine 8-foot-high bookshelves in the living room, you build them. When someone drops a glass of orange juice or anything else that might make a sharp, sticky mess in the kitchen, you jump right in to clean it up. When there is a crash on the second floor, you take the stairs four at a time to get up there in the unlikely event that someone has pulled a dresser over on herself.

You work hard to provide the sole paycheck that funds our family. You remain constant when seasons of life come too soon and when things don’t turn out the way we thought they would, when everything is running smoothly and when everything seems to be falling apart.

There are so many things around here that would not happen without your sacrifices, your steadfastness, your creativity, your strength, your encouragement.

It would be easy to take it all for granted, and maybe it seems like I do sometimes.

But I don’t. Honestly and truly, I do not.

I admire and appreciate and love you way more now than I did back when I was all atwitter about tulle and white roses and wedding cake figurines. I’d marry you again tomorrow, as long as we didn’t have to mess with any of all that.

That’s why, this Thanksgiving, what I’m most thankful for is you.

Lois Flowers

November 25, 2014 2 comments
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