A Norvell Note for September 27, 2021

Vol. 24 No. 38

My Help

 I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
    where does my help come from?
² My help comes from the Lord,
    the Maker of heaven and earth. (Psalm 121:1-2)

When I am sad and can’t see the joy around me, my help comes from the Lord.

When I am afraid, my help comes from the Lord.

When I am tired and needing strength for the day, my help comes from the Lord.

When I am confused and don’t know which way to turn, my help comes from the Lord.

When I have no words, my help comes from the Lord.

When I want to speak but need to be silent, my help comes from the Lord.

When I can’t sleep, my help comes from the Lord.

When I am searching for answers, my help comes from the Lord.

When I am weak, my help comes from the Lord.

When I am strong and think I am strong enough on my own, my help comes from the Lord.

When I fail, my help comes from the Lord.

When I feel like a loser, my help comes from the Lord.

When I am successful, my help comes from the Lord.

When I overthink myself, my help comes from the Lord.

When I think too little of myself, my help comes from the Lord.

When I don’t think I am not blessed enough, my help comes from the Lord.

When I realize how blessed I am, my help comes from the Lord.

When I think about my sinfulness, my help comes from the Lord.

When I think about God’s forgiveness, my help comes from the Lord.

There are a lot of things I don’t know and a lot of questions I cannot answer but I can answer the question of where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth

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A Norvell Note for September 13, 2021

Vol. 24 No. 36

Dear Norah

Dear Norah,

You changed my life forever when you were born. The first time I held you in my arms, I said: “Hi Norah. I’m so glad you are here. I love you.” I never wanted you to doubt that I loved you.

Of course, God’s love for you and your love for Him was most important. But somehow, I think you knew that before you took your first breath. Then, you came into the world surrounded by love and filled with the love that can only come from God. We saw it, and we felt it.

For me, the most painful of all emotions is being unable to express my love to those God has entrusted me to love. When, for whatever reason, I can’t, my heart feels like it is going to explode. So, Norah, I’m writing this now to tell you again, “I love you.”

I said it hundreds, probably thousands of times, in your short seven years and seven months of life. “I love you, Norah.” And, you always responded with, “I love you, Papa.” Sometimes you’d say it first. We said it, and we knew it.

We said those words when I would be leaving your house, and when you were in the car strapped into your car seat and your parents were ready to leave our house, but you would want to say it one more time. We whispered those words as you went to sleep, or we were taking a walk, and while sitting in the shade of our backyard. Sometimes just out of the blue, you’d say: “I love you, Papa.” And I’d say, “I love you too, Norah.”

Over the last four months, the words “I love you” have been spoken to you by more people than we can count. The words were whispered in your ear. They were shared over a FaceTime screen. Love for you was expressed in gifts, notes, cards, and pieces of artwork. The words came to assure you of our love for you and as a prayer of thanksgiving for the gift God gave us in You. If you were able, you answered with, “I love you, too.” You seemed to want to assure us that we, too, were loved.

Norah, I will miss your many questions and wanting to know how things worked and why. I will miss your “Highs and Lows” at the dinner table. I will miss your hugs. I will miss the intensity with which you approached everything you did. I will miss watching you play and dance and run, ride horses and swim. I will miss hearing you sing “How Great Thou Art.” I will miss taking walks with you. I will miss hearing you say, “I love you, Papa.”

But, more than anything else, I will miss saying, “I love you, Norah.”

Papa

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A Norvell Note for September 6, 2021

Vol. 24 No. 35

The Brevity of Life

I’m praying for wisdom.

Teach us to number our days,
    that we may gain a heart of wisdom. (Psalm 90:12, NIV)

Teach us to realize the brevity of life,
    so that we may grow in wisdom. (Psalm 90:12, NLT)

In previous days when I’ve read these words, I usually have paused to reflect on my life, how I have lived, how I am living, and how I need and want to live.

As I read them now, I go through a similar reflective process, but I also ask: when will we get it?

If going through a pandemic, and now a second phase of what may be even worse than the first, does not make us number our days and gain wisdom, what will?

If seeing the suffering people are experiencing due to hurricanes and floods does not cause us to realize how brief life is and gain wisdom, what will?

If seeing the stories of families struggling to escape the dangers from terrorist attacks on their homeland does not cause us to seek wisdom by number our days, what will?

If seeing out-of-control forest fires consume thousands of acres of forest, homes, towns, and everything in their path does not cause us to number our days and gain wisdom, what will?

If living through the horror of watching a loved one’s body ravaged by an incurable disease does not cause us to wake up to the brevity of life and gain a heart of wisdom, what will?

What is it going to take?

When will we understand how important it is to number our days, consider how we live so that we can gain the wisdom to live?

Lord, I long for a heart of wisdom to live with gentleness and courage during these short days on this earth and help others live with wisdom during these troubling times.

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