For several years now, I have fought AFib. There are times my heart rate hangs out in the 160s and 170s, and there are times when it decides to take a break and stays in the 30s and 40s. Next week, my cardiologist hopes to resolve the issues with my heart and give me a stronger life. I am at a point where I must deal with what is happening in my heart, so I can live a healthy life.

If you looked at my outside, my body appears to be healthy, but it’s my heart that is affecting my overall health and causes problems with living as I desire.

There is a verse in the Bible that brings this truth home to our spiritual lives. “Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.” (Proverb 4:23). Another version says, “Keep your heart with all diligence, for out of it is the wellspring of life.” I use the New King James Version a lot, and it says, “Keep your heart with all diligence, for out of it spring the issues of life.”

It is impossible to live a victorious Christian life unless we take care of our hearts. What we allow in our hearts is what determines the course of our lives. One cannot have the wrong thing in the heart and live right. (Perhaps, one cannot have the right thing in the heart and live wrong. Selah.) Today, more than ever, there is so much that tries to invade our hearts. It is a constant battle to keep a pure, right heart.

God is saying, “If you are not paying attention to much, pay attention to this one thing: your heart.”  Guard it. Keep a close watch over it.

How do we guard the heart? Let me just make a few suggestions.

1. Watch points of entry. With today’s liberties in TV programs, music, and the Internet, it will take a guard to keep out things that pollute the heart. God does not police these entry points, we do. We guard and keep them out. Yes, the Holy Spirit will warn us, but we must guard the heart.
2. Realize the value God puts on the heart. If God says to guard the heart, then God is saying that is a valued area. Value guarding the heart.
3. Do not guard alone. Imagine if a fort needed guarding and one person was doing all the guarding every hour of every day, every day of every week, and every week of every month. That guard would become very weary and compromise the ability to guard well. We all need trusted people who can show us blind spots and vulnerable openings. I have at least two in my life. Do you have other guards to help you guard your heart?

There are certainly others, but this is a good start to help us be guards of the heart.

After next week, my heart will be corrected, which puts me in a much better position to lead a strong life. I want to be sure to correct my spiritual heart, so I can lead a strong life in Christ.

Your heart matters. It is a wellspring of life, bubbling up and influencing everything you do. Guard it. Care for it. Keep it clean. Know that Jesus is with you in the process. He is the ultimate purifier of our heart, and He will continue His excellent work in us until it is complete.

My youngest son turns forty-eight next week. YOUNGEST. I was thinking about the years today, challenging years, blessed years, younger years, older years. It is hard to believe that four of my siblings are no longer living, and four of us are left. Three of us are in our seventies and one is in her eighties. All of us have lived to be older than our parents did.

It just does not seem possible that so much time has passed since we lived on 14 Milton Road. We were so utterly poor, and we made our own games, and crazy they were. Eight kids who played hide and seek and would hide the smallest kids in the oven or other dangerous places! Eight kids who would swim in a ditch filled with filthy water after a rainstorm, water containing poison that had been sprayed to kill mosquitoes. Eight kids who jimmied a board out of the floor of the bedroom where all eight of us slept. We then would sneak through that hole and go outside to play in the dark. It is a wonder any of us turned twenty, much less seventy!

Sometimes, I think we forget how blessed we are for each day that God allows us to wake up and breathe the oxygen He created. It is not an accident or happenstance, that you are alive on the earth today. God could have called us home long ago.

I will be seventy-four years old this year, and I thank God for every year He has given me. I have always known life was a gift from God, and after losing our son Bryan who was thirty-six, I never take life for granted anymore. It is truly a gift from God, and God has us here for a reason.

I especially want to speak to women for a moment. When we see wrinkles and spider veins, when hair starts changing color or disappearing altogether, and when muscles get soft and skin begins to sag, a dread can grip us. Do not buy into the ridiculous cultural mindset that the older you get, the less important you are in society. I mean if you have wrinkles, gray hair, and fallen body parts, you just are not relative. Society might make you feel that way, but God does not! God has your days numbered, and has you here on purpose, for purpose. If ever we have needed women who could pass on common sense and biblical wisdom, it is today!

Yep, I will soon be the ancient age of seventy-four, but I plan to keep doing things that will count for eternity. I plan to invest in the Kingdom, the lives of others, and especially the lives of my grandchildren. I want to pass down some things, but more than anything I want to pass down things that matter most.

Please don’t forget—God has decided to let you live this long. In all seasons of life, we should see the blessings and not the downfalls. Thank Him every day for the breath in your lungs.

“Gray hair is a crown of glory; it is gained in a righteous life. – Proverbs 16:31; The righteous flourish like the palm tree and grow like a cedar in Lebanon. They are planted in the house of the Lord; they flourish in the courts of our God. They still bear fruit in old age; they are ever full of sap and green, to declare that the Lord is upright. – Psalm 92:12-15; I will be your God throughout your lifetime—until your hair is white with age. I made you, and I will care for you. I will carry you along and save you. – Isaiah 46:4.”

Yesterday, Gaylon and I were returning from a trip to Isle of Palms, South Carolina. For the past ten years, we, along with three other couples, have met in various areas for a vacation. We all raised our children together, went to church together, prayed together, and shared together each other’s burdens. We started out young together, and now we all have streaks of white in our hair, and in some cases, totally snow-colored hair. If you have friends that have been in your life for decades, then you are blessed.

As we packed our cars, prayed together, and gave warm hugs, each got into their vehicles and headed in various directions until next year’s trip.

Gaylon and I had paid close attention to the weather because we knew there were tornadoes and strong storms where we were headed. In order to get home, we had to drive into the storm. The very thought of facing powerful storms was scary. The what ifs danced around in my head as we drove down the highway.

Just before entering the huge Atlanta metro, we saw the skies were getting very dark. I was driving, and I knew the dark storm before me would make travel dangerous, especially since we would be sharing the road with thousands of other vehicles.

I would be less than truthful if I said I was not fighting fear right and left. These storms had already left much destruction in their path and even loss of life. The clouds got darker and darker. We began to pray. A few hours earlier, our life was filled with sunshine, and now darkness was starting to engulf us.

As I continued to drive into the storm, I realized I was still wearing my sunglasses, which are tinted very dark. I removed the shades and traded them for my regular glasses. It was amazing how much less intimidating the storm ahead looked. The storm did not change. How I saw the storm changed!

At times, that is how life feels. What once was sunshine and laughter can quickly turn into a nightmare. As the storm clouds gather, we realize that we cannot stop the darkness that surrounds us. As soon as we recognize that things are about to overwhelm us, emotions start to quickly cloud our judgment. Panic. Frustration. Anger. Worry. Storms come in every shape and size in our lives.

For a period of about an hour, as we saw the storm approaching, watched the radar, and listened to forecasts, emotions were toying with us. We kept calling out to God and leaning on God to get us home. A change of focus caused the storm not to go away, only to appear less ominous. We still had to travel through the storm.

Are you seeing storm clouds on the horizon? Does it appear you will have no choice but to go through the storm? Call out to God and allow Him to give you a different perspective on the storm. Remember, even when things look like they could not get any worse, God is right there. He knows the path of each raindrop, the brightness of each lightning bolt, and He knows you, His blessed child.

As dark as those clouds seem, His cloud of grace is so much greater! He will guide you safely to the shore. Until then, change to your spiritual glasses.

“Who is like you, LORD God Almighty? You, LORD, are mighty, and your faithfulness surrounds you. You rule over the surging sea; when its waves mount up, you still them.” – Psalm 89:8-9

Andrew Carnegie’s wife was so fond of classical music that at the end of every year, she insisted that Andrew pay any outstanding debts incurred by the New York Philharmonic Symphony. Finally, Andrew became weary and faced the symphony’s board of directors with this challenge: “I can’t keep doing this year in and year out. You need to go out and raise half of the money needed, and I will give the other half.”

Within a few days the board members called him with good news. “Mr. Carnegie, we have met your request. We have half of the money we need.”

Carnegie was pleased, applauded their efforts, and said he would fulfill his end of the agreement. Before he hung up the telephone, he asked, “Where did you get the other half?”

There was a pause and then the answer: “Mrs. Carnegie!”

Generosity.

When I first began a true walk with God, I was not a generous giver at all! I was tormented by a spirit of lack. I came from a home where abject poverty was simply a part of our lives. It was not unusual for the children to have very few clothes, and the ones we had were mostly hand-me-downs given to us. Shoes were often tattered and worn. My sister and I were recently reminiscing about how we lived in such poverty.

I remember being in a reading circle with several other students in my first-grade class. Bill was also in my reading circle. The teacher walked away from the circle for a moment, and Bill got on the floor in the center of the group and laid down. His head was right by my foot, and he began to laugh. He exclaimed for everyone to hear, “You have holes in the bottom of your shoes.”  I was so humiliated. My sister recalled the bottom of her shoes being so worn that the soles were barely attached to the shoes. As she walked down the school hall, the soles would flap, and kids would laugh.

So many of my years as a teenager were spent wishing I had money, lots of money. I never wanted to feel poverty again.

After Jesus found me at age seventeen, I began a path of learning the ways of God and trying to live those ways. (Trust me when I tell you that I am sure my guardian angels thought I would never make it.) Here I am fifty years later, and I hardly recognize that young woman of seventeen. Thank God for His patience!

One area that was so difficult for me was the area of money. After we were married, I realized that I married a very generous man who loved to give to God and to others. When Gaylon explained tithing to me and thought that was a great starting place for our giving, I was like, “Are you crazy? That is a lot of money. Think about what we could buy with that! What if we run out of money?” I resented when we gave money to the church, and Gaylon was the pastor!

Over time, I began to ask God to help me defeat the worry of lack. It was a battle! I could trust God with my eternity but not with my wallet. Following Jesus financially is an intentional decision that I made, and I did not feel it at the moment. Fast forward fifty years, and I am amazed at the change God has brought in me. I now understand what it is to be a cheerful giver.

My husband is no longer a pastor and is retired from vocational ministry. This article is not self-serving at all. I am not even going to take an offering at the end! I am not a fan of “arm-twisting” appeals for money. Do not even get me started on that!

What is my rule of thumb for giving? Give as much as you can, whenever you can. Look for opportunities to bless others, and at times, if possible, do it anonymously! That is so much fun! We are not talking about simply opening up the coffers and giving to every cause that comes along. While I believe we are called to freely give, I also know we are not called to give carelessly.

Money is important and it is on most people’s minds a lot, especially in this time of inflation we face as a nation. Please remember that every time you give, it is an opportunity to remember that God is the master over everything — including money. Giving reminds us that Jesus is the source of everything we have.

When we give, let us be motivated by God and not guilt. We do not have to repay God for His gift of salvation—a self-righteous, foolish, and impossible endeavor. Let the motivation be to praise, worship, and honor God, for no price tag can be placed on the work done at Calvary.

I am so grateful for deliverance from a tormenting spirit of lack. I have heard it said we should live like there is no tomorrow, and that has some truth. I also want to give like there is no tomorrow. I want to be generous. How about you?

“Each man should give what he has decided in his heart to give, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver.” – 2 Corinthians 9:7.