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Lily's Special Place
(Lesson 1)


Not long ago, a sweet friend gave me a peace lily. It was very meaningful to me to receive this gift. It was so large we had to put it in the back of the van just to get it home, and Jonah had to sit with it to keep it steady.


"What's her name, Mama?" Emalee asked.


"Why don't we name her Lily?" suggest Emerson.


So it was that Lily came to live with us. The next question was where to put her.


Josiah had an idea…"Should we put Lily out front with Mr. Prickles?"


You see, we already have a cactus -- Mr. Prickles -- living in our flower bed out front. He's survived some precarious times, and we are actually quite attached to him! A friend gave him to us in a little cracked plastic pot. The kids and I planted him in the ground out front where we could keep an eye on him.


But the next morning, after we had re-planted him, we found him lying at the foot of the door on the side porch. It was creepy! Who would have uprooted Mr. Prickles and thrown him by the door?


So we re-planted Mr. Prickles and have kept a close eye on him. He's still there, a little shriveled from the cold, but promising to grow and bloom with warmer temperatures…


But where to put Lily? I looked her "kind" up on the internet. She apparently likes to live indoors…well…so do I, and Ken, and the 8 younger ones still living here…and our living room isn't very large…and it seems even smaller by the time we fill it with 2 couches, the school computer, the dining room table, an exercise bike, and those growing 8 kids. Where would we put this big plant with leaves bigger than the twins' heads? Uncertainly, I chose an empty corner next to one of the couches.


Well, Lily had an opinion about that. The next day, she was droopy. Now I knew she had gotten plenty of love AND water the day before. The girls had gently stroked her leaves, talked to her, and given her a drink. But she just didn't look happy.


We tried moving her next to the front door, in a space between the door and the other couch. It was a warm day, so I even left the door open a little for her. Fresh air, sunshine…what more could she want?


The next day, Lily was even more droopy.


Hmmm….well…maybe she didn't like all the activity. Perhaps the kids were bumping her leaves on the way out the door. Maybe the fresh air had a chill in it. I uncertainly checked her soil again…moist, substantial.


After a day of droopiness, I carried her to the quietness of our bedroom. I put her in front of the window and left her alone.


Lily drooped all night and into the next day. By evening, I was discouraged.


Why doesn't this plant like me?? I thought.


I had mentally been through every corner of the house, and just couldn't think of a safe place. What would I tell my friend who gave her to me? Should I just get rid of Lily? I couldn't just watch her droop and turn brown and die! Maybe I should just put her out in the soil with Mr. Prickles and see what happens!


Frustrated, I picked up her large pot and stuck her in the laundry room for the night. Her wide girth nearly filled our entire laundry room!


"I'll think more about Lily in the morning," I yawned and turned out the light.


The next morning, early, as the sun was peeking through the blinds, I got up and walked by the laundry room. What I saw startled me! Lily looked like a picture of health! What?! Her leaves were happily reaching up toward the hang-up clothes and she was bright and green and pretty, and I thought I could even see a smile on the white lily blooms that before had looked so dingy and depressed!


You're kidding, Lord! You mean Lily likes the laundry room??!


Every child who awoke and walked by the laundry room gasped at the change in Lily. The twins laughed out loud and clapped their hands when they saw her big green leaves standing so tall!


"Wow, Mom!" Elijah exclaimed. "Lily is finally happy!




Now we have to step around Lily to get to the washer and dryer. She's totally in the way! The dirty clothes pile has spilled over into the hall because there's just no where else to go!


But I just don't have the heart to move her, you know? She's so bright and shiny, loving her special place. She's claimed the laundry room as her own! And we've given it to her…what can I say?


It's all for the love of Lily.


Do you have a special place? We all need a place to "be" with the Lord…a place to grow, a place to bloom.


A place for just you and the Father.


Do you have a special place? Jesus did.


Very early in the morning, while it was still dark, Jesus got up, left the house and went off to a solitary place, where He prayed.
Mark 1:35


I especially love this verse, and the ones after! If you read them, you will find that Jesus' followers didn't even know where Jesus' special place was! They were looking everywhere for Him! When they finally found Him, they were exasperated!


They exclaimed, "Everyone is looking for You!"
Mark 1:37


Jesus' special place(s) were private and just between Him and the Father. This is where He grew and blossomed.


Here's more:


Immediately Jesus made His disciples get into the boat and go on ahead of Him to Bethsaida, while He dismissed the crowd. After leaving them, He went up on a mountainside to pray.
Mark 6:45-46


They went to a place called Gethsemane, and Jesus said to His disciples, "Sit here while I pray."
…Going a little farther, He fell to the ground and prayed...
Mark 14:32,35


At daybreak Jesus went out to a solitary place. The people were looking for Him…
Luke 4:42


Yet the news about Him spread all the more, so that crowds of people came to hear Him and to be healed of their sicknesses. But Jesus often withdrew to lonely places and prayed.
Luke 5:15-16


One of those days Jesus went out to a mountainside to pray, and spent the night praying to God.
Luke 6:12


Where is your special place?


Do you ever feel like Lily -- too many people around, too much activity, noise, wind…


I do.


I love my family. It's a big one! There's not much privacy. I have to shut myself up in my closet (which is Elijah's bedroom, by the way) just to get dressed in the mornings. But I wouldn't trade all the togetherness for the world.


However I know that to stay healthy, and happy, and joyful, and alive -- that I need a special place. I need that time with the Father…a solitary place to pray.


Where is my special place? Well, it depends. Sometimes -- most times -- it's at the kitchen table early in the mornings.


Sometimes it's walking through the house in the middle of the night.


Sometimes it's in my bed with the covers over my head.


Sometimes I have even rolled out of my bed onto the hard floor -- insurance that I will stay awake when I pray!


Sometimes, it's in the laundry room with Lily, as I am washing and sorting clothes, folding socks…


You see, it doesn't matter where your special place is.


What matters is that you have a special place.


A place like Lily has. A place to pray, to tell God your inmost feelings, thoughts, and sorrows. To ask for help, to ask for strength, to ask for life and endurance.


A place to pray for others, a place to read His love letter -- His Word -- to you.


You need a special place…why?


It's all for the love of Jesus.


…to be continued…

Copyright © 2012. Faith Matters by Lygia Lovelace. All rights reserved. KenLovelaceMinistries.com


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