The Chambered Nautilus
"Deep calls to deep..." Psalm 42:7
...uncurling and growing into the wonderful grace of God.
Monday, May 12, 2014
Immeasurably More: Pantries and Perspectives
pattern in my life that swivels and often bends around seven year increments.
Awareness dawned during a Beth Moore bible study which encouraged the reader to
mark and map out your life in increments. When I did this I realized there was
a distinct pattern.
years some rather significant things occur.
This seems to be a seventh year.
middle of May and I am just now recognizing this pattern. You would think I would
recognize it immediately now, but no. No, Tamera fails to see until she is
situated right in the middle and wondering why in the world she is so dizzy.
The last major changes happened in 2007. The
changes of that year rippled far and wide and deep. In 2007 I got divorced, my
second daughter moved out of the house, got a third dog, started walking three
miles a day six days a week, broke my ankle and wrist resulting in surgery and
I missed six weeks of work.
tells us God will do immeasurably more than we ask or imagine; Paul wasn’t
kidding or exaggerating. Paul was and is speaking the truth.
course of the events and circumstances of 2007 God forever changed my
perspective. He changed my angle and viewpoint. The circumstances shifted me. Staggered
me. But Almighty God shifted my balance and kept me from falling too many times
to count or recall.
has been off all year. I couldn’t seem to steady myself in place—like a child
standing on one leg too long. My Bible study time fell off into oblivion. Deep
reading disappeared. Reading and studying long passages of Scripture dropped
away into nothingness. Winter suffocated me and left me with a claustrophobia I
hadn’t experienced in years. Spiritually I lived out of my pantry and the
shelves were depleted. What remained was edible, but as a friend suggested
there wasn’t anything that could be put together to create a real meal. I
seemed to be the stereotypical camper eating pork and beans right out of the
can with a plastic spoon. Focus seemed futile. Spiritually I was a quintessential
case of ADD. The only thing that remained consistent and steady and solid and
fruitful was prayer.
weeks as the earth has rotated and shifted its axis in Kentucky’s favor I have
felt a shift in me. As the sap rose in the trees and buds formed and leaves and
grass greened I wakened. I came slowly out of a long slumber—wakened out of a
hundred years of Sleeping Beauty sleep, but I certainly didn’t feel like any
Beauty; I only felt the prick of the spindle.
perspective needs some adjustments. My viewpoint needs to be pivoted. My angle
needs to be shifted.
morning now I put on my walking shoes and Henry (that third dog I mentioned) and
I go out for a walk. We haven’t hit three miles yet, but we have done one and a
half. I sit behind the wheel of a new vehicle (A Mother’s Day gift of sorts)—it’s
higher off the road and completely changes my perspective.
Walking with Henry
These are physical
changes wrought in the last week.
walks behind and beside Henry I am praying differently. I pray for myself which
I realize I rarely ever do. And when I drive I am looking at the road from a
different angle and while I do I am making a spiritual grocery list for my
pantry. I love Old Mother Hubbard, but I want the pantry full again.
This is the
And He will
do more than I ask or imagine. Immeasurably more.