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Husbands, Holiness, and a Painted Turtle -- Fourth the Series of Cruise Devotions

I should have known there was more going on than mere bartering.

My husband and I were on the beach in Nassau, Bahamas. All day long we had bartered with the locals. "Don't pay full price for anything," the cruise director had coached us that morning before we left the ship. Since it had taken us nine months and a temporary job cleaning a dental office to save for the cruise itself, we weren't about to misspend the small amount of discretionary income we had brought with us.

We had bargained for a cab ride to the beach, negotiated a better price for our lounge chairs, and had even tried unsuccessfully to buy two bottles of cold water for the price of one. We said no to at least twenty different locals walking the beach trying to sell us hair braiding, key chains, jet ski rides, and fancy drinks in coconut shells. That's why I was mystified at my husband's lengthy exchange with Sam, a thin, dark-skinned young man of about 20.

He was selling painted turtles made from coconut shells. "Please sir," he said, "my mother makes these, and we're trying to raise money to buy a bus for our school."

"What do you think?" my husband asked me.

What I thought was Seven dollars for a painted coconut shell? What in the world would I do with it? I'd rather have that bottle of water I just said "no" to. And there probably is no school bus fund. This guy's playing on your sympathy. He sees "Sucker" written all over your face.

What I said was, "It's up to you, honey."


Since I hadn't said "no," the young man shared a few more details about the bus fund and his mother, and eventually walked away with seven of our hard-earned dollars in his pocket.

As my husband presented the turtle to me with a flourish and a slight bow for dramatic effect, I realized he was giving me a lesson that was worth much more than seven dollars.

Throughout my husband's conversation with Sam, all I saw was the value of the turtle in comparison with the value of our money. David saw the value of Sam.

Whether Sam's mother had painted the turtle or he bought it from a "Cheap Souvenirs for Dumb Americans" catalog, whether there was a school bus fund or Sam was going to pocket the money didn't really matter to David. God touched his heart and prompted him to give to Sam. The turtle was incidental. 


Scripture tells us to "Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you" (Luke 6:38).

My husband's generous heart toward Sam stood in stark contrast to my own self-centered one. He was a powerful example of how God often calls us to look beyond the surface and into someone's heart. It made me wonder how many other people I walk past without ever stopping to consider whether God might want to use me in their lives.

Every morning I pray the words of Ephesians 5:25-26 for my husband. "Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her, to make her holy." I realized my prayer had been answered that day on the beach. God had used David to bring me one step closer to holiness through his powerful example of kind-hearted generosity.

And I have a lovely painted turtle to remind me of the lesson I learned that day on the beach.








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"No! It's MINE!" Thoughts on My Own Selfishness



It was a brilliant idea, really, taking the huge Rubbermaid treasure chest of Barbie dolls and accessories down from the attic so the visiting children could play.  For over an hour, the girls sorted through the 10-year collection of clothes and accessories in order to outfit a dozen naked beauties.  Some they dressed as princesses, others queens and other royal personages.  Ken became a handsome prince, well-dressed businessman, or sports hero, depending on the whim and imagination of the girls.

And then I heard it, shrill and stark in contrast to the previously quiet murmurs of camaraderie.

"NO!  It's MINE!"

Whether it was a pair of shoes the size of a pinkie nail or a miniature royal robe, it didn't matter.  What mattered was that one girl had it and the other girl wanted it.

No matter that the glorious wealth of ten years of Barbie collecting lay scattered all around them.

No matter that the wealth had been freely shared.

No matter that there were other similar items that would serve equally well.

What mattered was that one had it and another wanted it.

As I listened to the battle escalate, glad that my babysitter daughter was in charge and not myself, I was surprised to hear my own voice coming out of the children's mouths.

"NO, Lord!" (How can those two words sit presumptuously on the the same line?  How can they emerge from the same mouth?)

"It's MINE!"

In the twins, I saw myself.

Oh, my treasure was not a tub full of Barbies.  My treasure was a day stretching fully before me, replete with my to-do-list and items I had selected as worthy of my time and effort. I was bustling along, happily checking off the next thing when the phone call came, or the knock on the door, or the email, or the request.  Somebody wanted part of my day, and they were not on the schedule.

 "NO, Lord, you cannot have my day, It's MINE!"

No matter that the glorious wealth of this day and 17,108 others before it lay scattered around me.

No matter that the day had been freely shared.

No matter that there was the promise of other similar days that would serve equally well.


What mattered was that I had the day, and God wanted it.

A wise man once said that "people aren't an interruption to my ministry, they are my ministry."

"Lord, help me to hold each day up to you as a fragrant offering, and say, "Not my will, but thine."  Help me to hold it loosely. Help me to say at its beginning, its middle, and its end, "This is the day that the Lord has made.  I will rejoice and be glad in it."  Help me to trust that everything that comes into my day is filtered through the screen of your love and purpose for me, and that purpose is to conform me to your image."

God didn't come to make us happy.  He came to make us holy.

Will you join me in offering up our day today as a fragrant offering to the Lord?

"All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be."  (Psalm 139:16)