Why Do You Worry?

Why do you worry? What possible use does your worrying serve?

Those two questions caught my attention as I read Charles H. Spurgeon’s words in the devotional book, Streams in the Desert.

Why do I worry? As the famed poet once wrote, let me count the ways. I find I worry about way too many things. Most of which I have absolutely no control over. Eliminate COVID-19? Not my specialty, but I can take necessary precautions to keep from catching and spreading it. Peace on earth? Again, my ability is limited. As the song says, “Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me.”

Mr. Spurgeon went on to say, “You are aboard such a large ship that you would be unable to steer even if your Captain placed you at the helm. Do you think all the commotion and the uproar of this life is evidence that God has left His throne? He has not! His mighty steeds rush furiously ahead, and His chariots are the storms themselves. But the horses have bridles, and it is God who holds the reins, guiding the chariots as He wills!”

I love that. The horses have bridles to which God himself holds the reins and guides as He wills. God remains on his throne. He alone is the One in charge.

In the same devotion Madame Guyon states, “I implore you to not give in to despair. It is a dangerous temptation, because our Adversary has refined it to the point that it is quite subtle. Hopelessness constricts and withers the heart, rendering it unable to sense God’s blessings and grace. It also causes you to exaggerate the adversities of life and makes your burdens seem too heavy for you to bear.”

In times of distress and trouble it is tempting to fall into despair and hopelessness. There are times we are to act. There are times we are to wait on the LORD to act. In either situation, we are called to pray. And as we pray, we seek discernment and strive to sense God’s blessings and grace which surround us, even in times of adversary.

If, like me, you are a worrier, why do you worry? What possible use does our worrying serve? Perhaps it’s time we step away from the helm and hand the reins back over to God.

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God said to them, “Here is a place of rest; let the tired people come and rest. This is the place of peace.” But the people would not listen. Isaiah 28:12 (NCV)

You can find my July Inspire a Fire post here. Please stop by and read it.

I wish you well.

Sandy

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Read to Help End Illiteracy

Looking for a way to help others while you read this summer?

The following information taken from the World Education’s website can get you started.

World Education’s #Pages4Progress campaign is asking readers around the world to read 20,015 total pages (in recognition of the 2015 deadline for the UN’s Millenium Development Goal #2 to reach universal primary education) in time for September 8th, 2014—International Literacy Day!

By joining the #Pages4Progress campaign, you’re letting the world know that literacy and basic education are a huge priority and raising funds to help make universal primary education a reality. Every page you read = $1 to World Education’s literacy and education programs!

I wish you well.

Sandy

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Remember Reading Rainbow?

Do you remember the television program, Reading Rainbow? The host, LeVar Burton, has a campaign going to raise $5 million to bring Reading Rainbow as an app, and full on-line version to homes and underfunded classrooms across the country.
In less than 24-hours $1 million was raised. The campaign is on it’s way to reaching the $5 million mark.
As LeVar would say…but you don’t have to take my word for it…
The snippets of information below are from LeVar’s website for the project. Go to the site to read the full article.
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/readingrainbow/bring-reading-rainbow-back-for-every-child-everywh
Bring Reading Rainbow to more platforms, and provide it to more classrooms that need it for FREE. Our NEW GOAL: $5,000,000!

I believe that every child has a right, and a need, to be literate. We have a responsibility to prepare our children… and right now, the numbers show that we, as a society, are failing in that responsibility.

And here’s the problem:

And: numerous studies reveal that children who can’t read at grade level by the 4th grade are 400% more likely to drop out of high school.

And: as of 2011, America was the only free-market country where the current generation was less well educated than the one before.

These problems won’t solve themselves.  Real change will require us all to work together. We cannot afford to lose generations of children to illiteracy. And if we work together, we don’t have to.

First, not all families have access to tablets. Our goal is to cultivate a love of reading in all children, not just those that have tablets. To reach kids everywhere, we need to be everywhere: we need to be on the web, on mobile devices, on game consoles and on connected televisions.

Second, a resounding number of teachers have told me that they want Reading Rainbow in their classrooms, where they know it can make a difference. We will provide it, along with the tools that teachers need, including teacher guides, leveling, and dashboards. And with your help, we’ll provide it to thousands of disadvantaged classrooms for FREE.

See you next time!

I wish you well.

Sandy

Sweet Kirby Brown Eyes

 

by Sandy Kirby Quandt

This past Saturday, we said good-bye to our 12-year, 11-month-old German Shepherd/Golden Retriever, Kirby, for the last time. We said our last “Good-bye”, without adding our usual, “We’ll be back soon.”

For those of you who have put an animal to sleep, you understand what an incredibly difficult, painful thing it is to do. You understand the tears. The sorrow. The hurt. The love.

Kirby was a real sweetheart. She faithfully watched Pilot drive off to work every morning, and was the first to greet him when he  returned in the evening. She was our protector. She guarded us day and night. She knew friend from foe.

Her death came at the hands of a quickly spreading, incurable, cancer. Her last days reduced Kirby to needing to be hand-fed by Pilot. Even in her pain, the cancer couldn’t keep her tail from wagging when she saw us approach.

Instead of remembering the cancer,  I choose to remember how Kirby captured my heart the first time I saw her at the pet adoption. We weren’t even looking to add another dog to the two we already had, but once I picked Kirby up, I refused to put her down until we walked out the store with her.

I choose to remember how Kirby strode into the house that very first day and established the fact she was alpha to her two unsuspecting brothers.

I choose to remember how smart Kirby was. How she  herded us to bed every night at precisely the exact time. No matter the seasonal time changes.

I choose to remember how her soft fur shone in the sunlight. How she looked when she found a mud puddle. And how she barely tolerated the introduction of a new puppy, Bear, into the family two years ago.

Kirby was a wonderful companion. We were privileged to share our home with her all these years. Although we wish there had been more good days for her, we are thankful for the almost 13 years we did have.

She will live on in our hearts.

I wish you well.

Sandy

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