Power in the Name!



Recently, it became necessary for me to have a diagnostic test to determine the cause of recurrent pain I’d been having.  For the past 30 years, I’ve worked in health care, so medical procedures don’t scare me … or, at least, they didn’t used to frighten me.

I presented to the clinic that was clearly branded – OPEN MRI.  Now, let me tell you, there was absolutely nothing “open” about that little cylinder they slid me into. It could have passed for an economy-sized toothpaste tube, and I had visions of being squirted out the end in a sweaty mass of emotional breakdown.

The sound started immediately … a pounding ka-thunk!  KA-THUNK!  With ear plugs in, I assumed the machine had begun its process, but with my increasing anxiety, I realized it was my heart clearly preparing to beat clear out of my non-metallic chest.  I was on the verge of screaming “LET ME OUT OF THIS THING!” when a quiet voice entered my spirit:  “Remember, there is power in the name of Jesus.”

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and began to utter the name in my mind that all creation speaks.  “JESUS! Jesus.” Almost immediately, my apprehension ceased and my heartbeat was replaced with the actual KA-THUNK of the machine. As I lay there, amazingly calmer, I began to pray.  Now let me tell you, after 35 minutes, there wasn’t a person I know who wasn’t “covered” in prayer and some people … twice!

I’d always known there was power in the name of Jesus, but to feel Him enter into my very being, immediately at the millisecond of my need, was nothing short of awesome!

Is. 26:3 is a scripture I keep at my desk – “You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mine is stayed on you.” What’s neat about that passage is – it’s no longer a statement I just read.  Now, I know it to be a promise!

Oh, and by the way … a good friend advised me the next time I have to have an MRI, I should close my eyes and take a deep breath before I get slid into the chamber. Then, be still, close your eyes, and know.   You’re welcome!


What’s a Proverb’s 31 Woman?

Recently, a friend said she thought I was the epitome of a Proverbs 31 woman. As a Southern lady, I’m certain my response emitted the most appropriate level of sincere gratefulness, despite the fact that I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about! (Because Southerners talk in a unique dialect, and speak as slow as molasses, we’re considered to be ignorant. Not so! Hopelessly naïve, perhaps, because we believe everyone is our friend until proven otherwise, and then Katy bar the door!) So this Sunday school class “facilitator” (I’ve never professed to be a “teacher”) accepted the compliment, but couldn’t get to the Word fast enough for clarification.

What I found was not only astounding, but very humbling. I visualize a Proverbs 31 woman as being an amalgamation (see, Southerners do know big words) of Maria von Trapp (a married, former nun, vs 10), Martha Stewart (vs 13), The Barefoot Contessa (vs 15), Wonder Woman (vs 17), Mother Teresa (vs 20), Donna Karan ( vs 22), Sandra Day O’Connor (vs 26), and Ruth Graham (vs 28)—a totally unreachable standard. I knew I was far from being a Proverbs 31 woman; the best I could muster was as a “wannabe”. But just wanting to be something isn’t enough, because you must be intentional on your journey.

So that will be the focus of these blogs … a constant striving for balance in my daily life, because after all, there is a huge difference between that domesticated Titus 2 woman and the Proverbs 31 dynamo. But since the Women’s Movement in the 80s, some of us have lost our identity in the scramble just to survive, and it’s time we reconnect with the authentic woman within.

We’ll discuss all the messiness we call our lives, and learn new ways of loving our husbands and children (and perhaps even our enemies, “bless their hearts”). And for those of us who are business women, we can share our fears about the workplace, what motivates us in leadership, and what gives us hope for tomorrow in our troubled world. So whether you’re a frazzled stay-at-home mom; a frenetic executive; a whirling dervish juggling a job, children, and home (and if you’re a single mom, you get extra points); or a retired “lady of leisure” (who has found that you’re busier now than when you were in the workforce)—all of us are called to serve—in our homes, churches, schools, and communities. So what brings you satisfaction in your service above self, and how do you keep all the plates spinning?

I’ll tell you my experiences, and you respond if I’m anywhere even close to your life lessons, which should make for interesting dialog. I write with a twinge of Southern humor, for which some may need a translator, but that’s why we have Google!

Remember: We’re in this thing together. So, if the good Lord’s willin’ and the Creek don’t rise, I’ll see y’all again real soon, ya hear?