When my children were small, we had hamsters. What we did not know until it was too late, was that we had male and female hamsters. Hamsters are nocturnal and since I tend to be a night person, I had the opportunity to observe them while everyone else slept.
What amused and fascinated me was how the males and females interacted with each other—he pursued, she allowed him to. The process went something like this: He showed interest by sniffing her tail. She’d put her tail down, make one lap around the cage to flee and then after she got six inches past him going into the second lap, she’d stop and put her tail up to allow him to catch up and approach her. As soon as he thought he was home free, she’d take off again. The process repeated several times until she was ready, only then did consummation happen.
God designed men to pursue—it’s in their DNA—their primal nature to hunt. Today’s women very often do the pursuing. While it strokes the male ego, it partially robs him of his identity and the satisfaction of a successful chase, and it robs her of feeling special, sought after, and desired.
While I do not advocate tail sniffing, I do think we need to get back to nature and do things the way God intended. What do you think?
Glory Window, Chapel of Thanksgiving, Dallas, Texas
I love stained glass windows. They are so colorful, intricately made and majestic. When I gaze into their beauty, I am inspired. I am reminded that as I give God more of my life, I become weightless; I can fly–soar beyond my earthy struggles into the world of limitless possibilities.
I believe it because it is true–with God anything is possible–He said so. I am learning to take that truth into my being and allow it to permeate me until doubts, fears and resistance are no more. I can fly, but only I can choose if I will!
Apparently I am not a baker. I tried. Really I did. But I soon realized that the chocolate chip scone recipe I attempted did not have the required stiff consistency to form a scone and quickly became muffins instead. What had I missed? A taste of the batter quickly identified the need for more sugar—1/3 cup was not nearly enough. I added more sugar, a pinch of cinnamon and a dash of shredded coconut. There, that seemed better.
I filled the tins almost to the brim and popped them in the oven for the prescribed time. The smell of freshly baked muffin-scones wafted through the house. I could hardly wait until they were done to taste-test.
At the appropriate time I pulled them from the oven only to discover that they had not risen, they sat right where I had placed them. No glorious muffin tops—just dense, over-sized hockey pucks. Not the store bought beauties I had hoped for, but after a tentative taste, I decided they were still usable.
I thought about the lump of clay I am in God’s hands. Certainly not perfect, but still usable. Perhaps I did not turn out completely the way He had planned, but He patiently continues to mold me adding pinches of sugar and spice. When He is finished, I suspect that I will rise to the top and be a sweet-smelling aroma. But until then—He has His work cut out for Him.