The Trouble with Death

The entertainment industry has been knocked back on its heels in recent weeks as the December headlines announce the passing of celebrities such as Alan Thicke, Zsa Zsa Gabor, George Michael, Ricky Harris, and most recent Carrie Fisher followed by her mother beloved actress Debbie Reynolds.

I'm sure that you, like me, feel sorrow for their families as well as for our own loss. The people who have been piped into our homes and cars impact our lives in different ways. Sometimes we even feel like we know them.

I've noticed as each story is told, there is an element of surprise and the news is met with disbelief. It's as if we want to pretend death is elusive.

The trouble with death is. . .the one statistic that cannot change and no one skew is this - one out of every one persons will die.

You may be frowning at this point and even thinking, "Way to go, Shelley. Way to bring in the New Year!"

Hang in there!

Life on earth is but a blip on the radar screen when compared to eternity. So whether a person lives to see 20 or 120, the years cannot compare to eternity.

Here's my New Year's message for you. Begin 2017 by putting your trust in the One who also died but lives again. Hebrews tells us everyone must die and face the consequences of this life. We also read and believe that through Jesus' death and resurrection we can be free from eternal consequences.

I think back over my 53 years and I am continually amazed by God's grace in my life. I can tell you my friend, that whether you live in Germany or Russia, France or America, the price for your sins has been paid.

God could not love you more and He will never love you less.

I do hope and pray God leaves me here another 53 years. I'd love to live a long and fruitful life. But when my time comes to leave this world and my blip on the radar comes to a close, I will begin my eternity in heaven! I truly am anxious to see Jesus! I look forward to hugging my Daddy and running with my friend, Lisa.

Until then, I plan to tell strangers and friends that death is not the end, it's the beginning for those who call upon the name of the Lord.

My prayer for you in 2017? That you might find Jesus is all you need!

(Shout out to Haley for letting me use her sunset picture! Love you, girl!)

Step Away from the Manger

Could there have been a lower place
for the Creator to become a part of the created?

Step away from the manger.
Look to the Healer of broken hearts.

Glance past the swaddled infant.
Set your gaze on the One who makes all things new.

That tiny fist that grasps His mother's finger?
It belongs to the Defender of the universe

The tiny feet that stretch and kick
carry the Savior of the world.

The eyes that close in blissful sleep
saw this night before the foundations of the earth were formed

Angels praise God and shout "Glory to God in the highest heaven!"
the Bright and Morning Star is here, bringing salvation for all mankind!

The shepherds hurry to find this child
Do they know they look upon THE Good Shepherd?

Hear the baby cry and know,
This is the voice that cried IT IS FINISHED!

Step away from the manger.

Look up!

Reach out!

Your Deliverer is here, your longing is over.

Reconciler, Redeemer, Son of God.

He is past tense and present tense and future tense.

The baby was here for a short time.

The Son of God is eternal.

Step away from the manger.

Your salvation is nigh.

To Infinity and Beyond!

I have a bookshelf in my dining room. It holds treasures that are priceless to me. A musical snow globe from my daddy, trinkets from great grand and grandparents, nativities from family and friends, and a few special things passed down to me from my mom.

I need to catalogue these prize possessions so my kids and grand kids will know their significance when I am running around on the streets of gold.

The bottom shelf contains photo albums. On the next shelf up I carefully placed special items that need to be treated gently yet can be handled by the grandbabies. There's a nativity that Abbie and I found in a "junk shop" years ago (one of my favorite shopping stops). There are also a few figurines.

Ever since Lilley K could walk, she has stood at this shelf and examined the pieces. She especially likes a little girl wearing a straw hat and has held her and looked at her and carefully placed her back on the shelf.

Our house was buzzing this past Saturday with girls a-baking and grandbabies a-running and a few naps here and there.

Sunday morning as I scuffled to the coffee pot I stopped at my shelf to look and remember (yes, I do that often). I glanced down and saw a precious sight. You get to see it in the above picture. At some point yesterday, two year old Lil K rearranged the nativity and placed that little girl by the baby Jesus. Gracious my heart melted! I would love to have known what was going through her creative little mind as she put each figurine in its place.

I smiled as I thought of her singing "we are weak but he be strong" and saying her prayers "thank you God for potatoes and Daddy and Mommy and Pop and Dramaw" and whomever else she is thinking of at the moment. She is a blessed little girl in so many ways. The people in her life love her deeply.

My smile came from this thought--she's getting it. She feels loved by God. And that eternal relationship with Him begins with knowing He loves her to infinity and beyond. 

Guess what my cyber-friend? God loves YOU to infinity and beyond. Consider this blog your invitation to invite Him into your life.

Now is the time to trust Him as your Savior. Now is the season of your life to take all that you understand of yourself and give it to all you understand about God. Don't wait until you get things straightened out or you have all your questions answered. Don't wait for someone else to make your life better. Don't wait.

You see, that little sleeping baby Jesus came to this world so you and I could live our short years on earth knowing His presence and when we close our eyes to this world we can open them in Glory.

I would love to meet you one day in heaven. We will be there to infinity and beyond!

The Season of Sorrow

This is supposed to be a season of celebration. A season of joy. A season of thankful hearts.

And yet, for so many, it is a season of sorrow.

A season of remembering loved ones who are sorely missed.

A season of longing for a marriage that is strong.

A season of despair over illness . . . of many kinds.

A season of good-byes as some too young to go slip from this world.

A season of "anniversary pain" because the past few Decembers carried anguish and sleepless nights.

I am praying for you, sweet friend, if you are in a season of sorrow.  I'm asking God to make Himself known to you. That you might catch a glimpse of His redeeming love and feel the warmth of His embrace. There are many things that cannot be understood and your need for it to make sense leaves you feeling hollow. I'm asking God to fill the void; to send people to you who will "be Jesus with skin on."

Take care, my precious family in Christ. Take care to stop long enough to search the eyes of the waitress, the man bagging groceries, the FedEx lady, and the grouchy person in line behind you. Take care to think it through and realize this person might be in a great season of sorrow.

A gentle touch, a warm smile, a gesture of holding a door open or leaving a large tip can change a persons day. No, no you can't take the cancer away and you can't turn back time to prevent a funeral. You can't heal a broken marriage and you can't bring a wayward child home.

But you know Who can.

Before you leave home in the morning, ask God to make you an instrument of His peace. Be the one that is sensitive to those around you. Be the one who asks "How are you?" and actually stands still long enough to hear the answer.

Almost 20 years ago Suzanne Gaither Jennings (Bill and Gloria Gaither's daughter) penned the words to the song Hand of Sweet Release. It became a favorite Christmas song for my husband and me. Life is full of painful experiences, moments of despair. People need a relationship with the long expected Jesus. . .

Come thou long expected Jesus,
Come illuminate the mysteries of life.
Come redeem us from the refuse,
Bring an end to endless suffering and strife.
Be the star that shines so brightly
That it draws our weary eyes to the sky,
to Heaven’s sky.
Dearest child of new beginnings,
Be the start of something beautiful, I cry.

There’s an end to all the waiting,
There’s an answer to the “who?” and “where?” and “why?” . . . tonight.
All the years anticipating,
Are surrendered to a tiny baby’s cry.
There’s a dawn to follow darkness,
There’s a face to fill the title, “Prince of Peace.”
What he promised, he deliveredI am saved by the hand of sweet release.

In this war I’ve been a captive,
Just a sinner seeking life and liberty.
But these hands that hold me tightly
Are the hands that set my shackled spirit free.
Blessed Jesus, meek and lowly,
You have come into my life and made it new,
Now I’m new.
Out of bondage into everlasting light,
I owe everything to you.

Pray for those in a season of sorrow. Pray for God's touch that turns ashes into joy.

Take care to tell the hurting about The Hand of Sweet Release. . . the person Jesus. The One who sets the shackled spirit free.

The One who came that very special night is no longer in a manger bed. His bones cannot be found in a grave. He is alive and in the hearts of all who believe. The Redeemer is HERE.

Sorrow lasts for a night, but joy comes in the morning.

Make Christmas Great Again. Skip Church!

I usually watch a few minutes of national news while getting ready for work. I know, call me crazy, but I like to at least make an attempt at knowing what's going on in the world.

Well, this morning I had to stop curling my hair long enough to watch an interview with, um, okay sorry, I don't recall the guy's name. He represented American Atheists and was there to talk about their Christmas billboard. Make Christmas Great Again. Skip Church!

It began as another one of those "Did I really just hear that?" moments and moved quickly to "Wow, I really did just hear that." He did his best to defend the sign by saying atheists all over America feel pressured to attend church at Christmas and church has nothing to do with Christmas...you know, the food, the family, the giving of gifts.

Sadly, even people who say they live in a "Christian" home and are raising kids in a "Christian" atmosphere will celebrate this season as the American Atheists do. They will give gifts and serve up wonderful meals to family members and might even sing White Christmas or Jingle Bell Rock.

It's important to note the definition of atheist. The American Atheists say "Atheism is not a disbelief in gods or a denial of gods; it is a lack of belief in gods." That quote is taken straight from an article in Pennlive.com. I had to read it and then read it again. It's not that they don't believe, it's that they lack belief.

Christmas isn't about the gifts, or the food or even the family. CHRISTmas is all about the moment God came to earth and made it possible for mere human beings to live eternally. That sweet baby, born in a manger, grew up to willingly take on the sins of the entire world. Christmas is all about God's love, redemption, hope. It is the promise fulfilled. God's promise to send the Messiah, The One who would be called Wonderful Counselor, The Mighty God, The Prince of Peace.

We can agree with the atheist man that church had nothing to do with Christmas back then. There was no church. But you know what? There was plenty of worship. Joseph and Mary worshipped. The angels worshipped. The shepherds worshipped.

If you have friends or family who are atheists, don't pressure them to go to church. Instead, live your life in such a way that they must look again at their lack of belief. Be the example of Christ that makes them second guess what they thought they knew.

But that "skip church" thing? For folks who say they are Christians, folks who say they have a Christian home, folks who want to raise their kids to love God...well, not only should you have your family in church Christmas Sunday, there are a few Sundays in between.

Plan to make your Christmas the very best celebration of the birth of the promised Messiah. Please do make Christmas great again. I'll see you in church!

Hospital Corners, Tears and Triumph: 35 Years in the Making

Tommy and I just celebrated our 35th wedding anniversary. I like to look back at the years that took minutes to pass.
Our first years together were not easy. We had a lot of adjusting to do. Tommy had lived on his own for years and I had never lived anywhere but in my parents home.
He preferred hospital corners when making a bed. I. . .well, I didn't know what a hospital corner was!
I cried a lot and didn't even know why.
He was in seminary and I hardly saw him. Hmmm, perhaps that is why I cried,
Those first few years we were broke but we didn't mind eating boxed mac and cheese and playing Yahtzee on date night.
We suffered the loss of 2 babies that broke our hearts.
Our first move came and the birth of our first child shortly afterwards. It was the first time I lived "long distance" from my mom. Some of you remember way back in the old days when you had to count every penny and phone calls weren't free.
Our next move was even farther from my mom. Our first home, purchased in Northern Ky where we welcomed 2 more children.
I was too busy caring for the babies to cry.
Tommy was still gone all the time. The pressures at this church were great.
Our last move came 4 years later. We landed in Greeneville TN where our last baby was born.
When we walked through the door of Towering Oaks the first time we knew we were home.
Home.
Home.
What a wonderful word,
The next 27 years have been full. Full of
laughter
trial
growth
friendship
betrayal
joy
pride
sorrow
confusion
cheering
success
failure
crying
talking
breathing
and a lot of praying.
We are now grandparents and my oh my oh my oh my what fun!
I have some advice for the newly married, barely married, hardly married, and happily married.
Build your home on the Lord Jesus Christ. The parable of the foolish and wise men is a clear picture of the difference in trusting God for all your needs and leaning on your own understanding.
Being married is tough work. Neither Tommy nor I are the same people we were 35 years ago. I can promise you not every day came up roses. But the greatest and best promise is the faithfulness of God.
Had we tried to do this life on our own we would never have made it.
Our son is building a playhouse for his nieces for Christmas. Lilley looks out the window at it and says, "John did it."
I'm looking back at 35 years and I'm saying GOD DID IT! Wow, yes, God did it!
I love you Tommy Gene Pierce. Let's go for 35 more!

Thursday Way of Thinking

Thanksgiving--visions of sweet potatoes and turkey, pies and green bean casserole. There will be a jello salad and warm, fluffy yeast rolls. And best of all, family.

I love Thanksgiving.

I love remembering.

My mom's Thanksgiving feast included turkey and ham and an array of vegetables. I'm certain I'm still carrying a few extra pounds due to that wonderful syrup in the bottom of the sweet potato pan that I would dredge the dinner rolls through. Oh.my.word I can still taste it. How I'd love to get down south and sit at her table!

The Pierce Thanksgiving has been special for years. We celebrate Christmas at the same time. The family has grown incredibly and it's always super fun to get to see everyone and catch up.

God is so very faithful.

I remember

the year I was put on bedrest while carrying our sweet Hannah

the first Thanksgiving without my dad and how I longed to make that holiday phone call

facetime with our son while he served in Afghanistan; what a thrill to get to see and hear him that day.

I remember various difficulties and uncertainties.

But when I reminisce, what truly stands out in my mind is God's forever faithfulness. Through the experiences of life I have learned that no matter what is going on in the present, God can be trusted for the future. And when you trust Him with your present, you will find you have a past full of faithfulness that you can stand on as you face uncertainties of today.

As believers in the Lord Jesus, we have been instructed to "give thanks in everything, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus."  The letter to the Thessalonians also admonishes us to "hold on to what is good."

Thursday will soon be here and families all over America will gather and eat and laugh and make new memories. We will take the time to voice the things for which we are thankful.

I have a biblical challenge for you. Let's have a Thursday way of thinking all year long. When we count God's faithfulness and actively thank Him for His provisions, we are strengthened for the next uncertainty that comes along. And it will come along, because that is life on earth.

I love remembering my siblings and that platter of cheeses and olives. I love remembering the wonderful aroma and the gnawing in my stomach as I waited to hear the meal was ready.

Most of all, I love remembering how faithful my God is. Every moment. Every day.

Yes, I think I will adopt a Thursday way of thinking.

Got Freedom? America's Best: Veteran's Day 2016

I recently attended a celebration of life service for a veteran who lived 96 years. I only knew him a short time, but I can tell you it didn't take long to learn he was a man of faith, conviction, humor, and loyalty

I sat and listened as many people shared their stories of friendship and how they will miss him.

The 21-Gun Salute and playing of Taps filled me with awe once again at the bravery and sacrifice of serving our country. And in those moments my mind traveled back to my dad's graveside and the graveside of a dear friend's Dad and how our heart's ache every day for one more conversation, one more hug.

I'm thankful every day of my life that I was born an American. I love our amber waves of grain and the Blue Ridge Mountains of East Tennessee. I love the bayou's of Louisiana and the 10,000 lakes of Minnesota. And I love our flag.

I grew up respecting the flag. We had a very patriotic atmosphere in our home that is difficult to explain. I don't remember a single  "God & Country" conversation as a child, but I knew without a doubt that my parents loved Old Glory and regardless of who was elected president we were to show respect for the office.

As a young adult I was able to have a few talks with my dad about his years of service and later in life he expressed great sorrow over the young men and women fighting overseas. His flag flew perpetually at half staff, "Until they all come home."

We live in perilous times; the differences, issues, and perspectives are as complex and twisted as they have ever been. While I am deeply saddened and what I see and read disturbs me, I am not shaken. I am a loyal American but first and foremost I am a faithful believer in the Lord Jesus Christ. I believe in my heart He has the power to heal what is broken.

While it is not within my reach to fix America, I know it is my responsibility to pray for her and her leaders. I can do my part to be an instrument of peace as the scripture instructs. I can seek truth and stand for truth.

And I will remember and respect what has been given that makes it possible for me to post this blog, pray in public, attend the church of my choosing and cast my vote.

Thank you Veteran, every single day, thank you.

Come Wednesday Morning

America is campaign weary. Most of us are tired of the fighting and backstabbing. Maybe what has really worn us out is the loss of truth. We just have no trusted source any longer. . .at least not in the political realm.

No matter who prevails next week, Wednesday will not be a day of celebration for me. Granted, if the person I vote for loses I will be pretty grouchy. I may even pitch a fit. But I will get up and get dressed and go to work just as I did the day before.

Come Wednesday morning, I will still be my mother's daughter.

I will still be a wife and mother.

I will still be a Grandmother.

Come Wednesday morning, I will still be a part of a wonderful church family.

Come Wednesday morning, I will still be a proud American. Oh, don't get me wrong, there are many things going on in America that shame me and sadden me and anger me. But this is my country and patriotism runs deep.

Best of all, come Wednesday morning, I will still be a child of God.

A believer in The Way, The Truth, and The Life (John 14:6).

A follower of Christ.

A disciple.

A learner.

A servant.

Because,

come Wednesday morning,

He will still be Lord.

He is Creator, Father, Holy One, Savior and Redeemer.

Let's put the election aside for a moment. No matter who you plan to vote for, do you know the stabilizing, peace-assuring, step-guiding, hope-source I know?

He is

Adonai-Great Lord God

Elohim- All-powerful Creator

El Shaddai- All sufficient One

Jehovah-Jireh- The Lord who Provides

Jehovah-Rapha- The Lord who Heals

When you know Him, you know there is no need to fret.

Come Wednesday morning, you will find me placing my hope, faith and trust in Him.

You will find me going about my Father's business until He blasts the eastern skies wide open. . .

Some things will change come Wednesday, but the most important things will never change.
Daughter, wife, mother, grandmother, church member, American. . .

CHILD OF THE MOST SOVEREIGN AND UNCHANGING KING!

Mighty Oaks From Small Acorns Grow

   Yesterday my two year old granddaughter and I took another nature walk. She loves to be outside and amazes me at how she pays attention to every new sight and sound. On this walk, we strolled under the oak trees. She was so enamored by the acorns that she sat down among them and examined each one . . . and there are thousands out there.
   As I watched those sweet tiny hands handle the "hats" I had a where-did-the-time-go-moment. You see it wasn't that long ago that I walked out under these same trees, watching the sweet tiny hands of Lilley K's daddy and his brother and sisters as they checked out the acorns.
  God's grace is seen in these tiny hands. God's power to give us a fresh start each morning, God's love in that He entrusts the most precious people on earth to us. Not a day goes by that I forget to pray for the babies out there--from birth to ??? who don't have someone cradling them and saying "I love you." You see, as the day progressed with Lilley K, her Uncle John stopped by to hug her and tell her he loves her. Her Aunt Abbie came by to play with her and tell her how much she loves her. Her Aunt Hannah declares she is her favorite little person. When her Pop walked up she ran to him and wrapped herself around his legs as she heard him say "I love you."
  When Lilley and I pray before we eat, we always thank God for Daddy & Mommy. Many times after the "amen" she will smile and say, "And Kevkev, Hannah & Shay." This begins the listing of family members and friends that we thank God for. This baby is loved by many.
   Back to the acorns. They reminded by that what now seems like the blink of an eye our babies grew to be men and women. I am so very proud of each one, growing to be like those tall, strong oaks. And yet there are many things their Daddy and I would do differently if we had a do-over.
   It all comes down to this. Every day and every moment in the day matters. And even though your baby girl or boy might be loved immeasurably by people, the most important part of parenting is being sure your children know how much the Great Creator loves them. Don't leave this to chance. Don't even leave it to the church. God's love is for every day. His instructions for living are for every day. His saving grace is for eternity.
   Times passes quickly. Don't wait for next week, next month or next year to be the one God created you to be. You see, even though the pressure is great our God is greater. And if you rely on Him and trust Him, He will keep every promise He has ever made. Teach your babies every day who God is. Make bringing your little ones to church a priority that demonstrates He comes first in your lives.
     We need more mighty oaks in this old world, don't you agree?

God's Grace--Can I Get A Witness?

I recently had the extreme privilege of speaking with a beautiful young lady as she sought assurance for her salvation. Her mom and I shared scripture and personal experience with her. We listened, we talked, we prayed. I have no doubt of God's hand on this young girl's life. I see the evidence of it. Can I confess I do not understand it? It's really too much for this small mind to comprehend, this thing called God's grace. I remember the day I made sure I was safely nestled in the palm of His hand. I sat and listened as Pastor Sam Jones preached a hell, fire, and brimstone message. And as I listened, my personal sin became heartbreakingly clear. I needed a Savior. I needed The Savior. I gave all I understood of myself to all I understood of Jesus that day. Some 37 years later I am still learning and, little by little, understanding. But grace. I'm not there yet. Some people are saved out of a life entangled with sins such as selfishness, deceit, drug addiction or hatred. Others come to know Jesus as Savior as a child and are saved from those experiences. The wonder of it all, is from God's perspective our testimonies are all the same. Each one us, whether we were playing childhood games or going to work each day or looking to party on the weekends, Christ died for us. Those people you see around you, yes He died for them too. As you sit in a crowded waiting room or stand in line at the grocery store . . . as you eat out this Sunday after church or, wait, yes . . . even as you worship, do you ever wonder about the testimony of the one seated or standing near you? As a friend challenged this morning--talk about Jesus. All the time. Everywhere. Talk about Jesus. We do not know their story, but we can count on one fact. God is working. I don't have to understand electricity to know to plug in the coffee pot. I'm not going to wait until I understand grace to talk about Jesus. Won't you join me?

Orlando—A Word to Believers

What happened in Orlando is indescribably tragic. I don’t want to be a part of piling tragic on top of tragic. I want to peel away the layers of politics, lifestyle, opinion, conviction, argument, and Facebook memes. I want to look away from the mass media as they tell me how to feel, what to think and on what fact or study or poll I should base my personal actions. As I read through the Beatitudes in Matthew 5 what stands out to me this evening is what’s missing. Blessed are the poor in spirit because the kingdom of heaven is theirs. This means blessed are those who recognize their sin before a holy God. Blessed are those who mourn, because they will be comforted. Blessed are the people who are heartbroken over their own sin. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness sake, because they will be filled. Blessed are the people who, after recognizing personal sin and respond in heartbreak turn to Jesus to be The One who will create in them a clean heart before God. Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy. Blessed are the people who, once they have tasted of God’s mercy, show mercy. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God. Blessed are the people whose motives are good and right, whose heart strives to please God first. Blessed are the peacemakers for they shall be called sons of God. Blessed are the people who look to live in peace with the people around them; they do not cause strife and do not fan the flame of anger and discontentment. Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness sake, because the kingdom of heaven is theirs. Blessed are the people who are willing to stand for what is biblically right even if it means they are hated or harmed because of it. These truths were taught by Jesus to His disciples. He told the people who followed him the importance of being satisfied in God alone. Many people want to replace “blessed” with “happy.” I don’t believe that is accurate. Happiness is “ME” centered. What Jesus taught in Matthew 5 isn’t about happiness. It’s about contentment in HIM. So what’s missing? The exemptions. Blessed are . . . Unless you are a Democrat Unless you grew up in the church Unless you are on the Trump Train Unless you attend church Unless you have traveled the world Unless you have been deeply hurt by someone Unless you are prolife No, there are no exemptions. The Beatitudes apply to each and every believer in Jesus. The Beatitudes were given so we could remember: 1. We are all sinners, not one of us less a sinner than the next. 2. Jesus lived and died and lives again so anyone who believes can have a relationship with Him. 3. Because mercy and grace has been shown to us, God requires us to show mercy and grace to others. My heart aches for the families of those murdered in Orlando. Let’s not turn this into a platform for politics. Let’s not allow it to be used to push an agenda. Let’s remember evil deeds are the mastermind of the evil one. We can separate ourselves from him further by refusing to be a part of the fray. Instead, we can pray for those who are hurting. We can refuse to be a part of the social media cesspool. I’m tired of the way we throw rocks at each other. I don’t want to be a part of piling tragic on top of tragic. God help us. God help me.

Gorillas, God & Memorial Day

Last week we all experienced horror as we read of a child in danger and the subsequent death of a gorilla. I’m certain I am not the only mother that gasped at the thought of her child slipping away. Moms and Dads alike have nightmares of some horrible accident happening to their child while under their watchful eye. As the nation went into a frenzy of blame and debated what should have happened and who should be punished, I read headlines and Facebook posts in disbelief. We should be saddened at the death of an animal that was guilty of being just that, an animal. The only thing that needs to surpass our indignation over this loss should be our joy because the child is okay. Imagine for a millisecond the face of your child, your grandchild, being plunged under water and violently drug through the mote. Oh, the joy of holding that child once again! As God’s people we are called to take care of the earth and all that is in it. The higher calling is to take care of the children. In fact, Jesus said “But whoever causes the downfall of one of these little ones who believe in Me—it would be better for him if a heavy millstone were hung around his neck and he were drowned in the depths of the sea!” (Matthew 18) As the battle over the best headline raged, Memorial Day quietly arrived as the sun came up and slipped into history as dusk. I am not one to wish others a “happy” Memorial Day. When we remember what the day is set apart for we know it is a sorrowful day for families of the warriors who didn’t come home. It is a somber day for the warriors who came home without a brother or sister in arms. As I rethink last week’s headlines and the response of Americans, I cannot help but thank God once again. Scores of warriors have given their lives for the heart of America—freedom. We are free to be stupid. We are free to be intelligent. We are free to prove it when we speak. We are free to pursue our dreams. We are free to choose an occupation. We are free to eat what we please. We are free to protest the death of a gorilla. We are free to be outraged over the death of innocent children. We are free to worship the God who created us in His image. Men and women died. Men and women came home changed forever. So we can be free. Don’t take away my right to be wrong. In doing so, you take away my right to be right. I’m so grateful to God that I am an American. God bless America, and God bless her warriors.

Prayer...Who Can Understand It?

When we tell Lilley K we are going to pray, she stops what she is doing and folds her hands and waits... We know that at 19 months she doesn't understand prayer. But she hears us thank God for blessing us. She hears us thank God for our food. She hears us ask for His protection and help. But she doesn't understand. Prayer. I do not understand it. Just how does prayer work exactly? How absurd it can feel, to talk with God and ask of the Maker of the universe to give guidance and wisdom to the people I love. How odd to request His presence. Frankly, it’s a bit crazy to appeal for His healing touch. Please don’t misunderstand me. These things aren’t strange because God is sitting in an over-stuffed chair waiting to tell us no or flick us in the back of the head for asking. Quite the contrary… What baffles me is this… Who am I? Who am I that I should ask of God…He’s…GOD ! I do not understand prayer any more today than I did 35plus years ago when I gave my heart to Jesus. Then why do I pray, you ask? This is the part I DO understand. Scripture provides us with the answer to that why. Jesus said to and He told us how. The Holy Spirit revealed to the men who penned scripture the importance of prayer. Are you worried? Pray. Are you sick? Pray. Are you happy? Pray. Are you thankful? Pray. I’m so thankful for scripture that tells us not to be anxious but to pray about everything. Make our requests known to God. I’m awed that He even thought to tell us when we don’t know what to say, the Holy Spirit intercedes. So when the worries of today press in… When the fear of the future creeps in… When dark thoughts loom… When doctors walk in, And friends walk away, Questions remain unanswered, And your back is against the wall… Be still. He’s God. Yield to Him without the need to understand. He’s GOD. The One who holds the universe on the tip of His pinky finger, holds you close. So…yeah…we don’t have to understand prayer in order to pray. We can trust the Bible and know, prayer is not about our twisting God’s will to match our own. It’s finding that place of trusting His will. It’s resting easy knowing He knows best. I’m glad I don’t have to understand prayer. I’m glad I can trust in The Father. Come as a child…

Keep Going, You're Almost There

I have a friend who enjoys hiking. She is tenacious about it. She doesn’t say much about the punishment her body sends her way as a result of this hobby, but her close friends know she pays a price. She and a few friends took a short road trip last weekend and went on a jaunt to see God’s handiwork in the form of falls (water flowing over rocks and ridges that is, not human mishaps). Sunday after church she excitedly told me about the experience. The trail was not an easy one. The incline was steep. If I understood her correctly, it wasn’t an incline at all. It was more like a rock wall. The scenes were beautiful as they pressed on. They came upon some falls, not very big but beautiful just the same. They wondered if that was all there was to see. A few hikers on the way down the mountain assured them it was not. It’s beautiful up there, they said. Keep going, they challenged. It’s so worth it, they assured. So they continued. The journey was longer than they anticipated. Muscles screamed for respite. Lungs burned. Hearts pounded. And every time the thought of turning back snuck in, hikers on the way down appeared and gave encouragement to persevere. What if they are playing a trick on us? What if we get up there and discover there is no waterfall? What if they are laughing at us as they imagine our disappointment? In the weakest moment, when giving up grew to be the best option, there was a still small voice that echoed what they had been told. Keep going. Don’t quit. It’s worth it. Her eyes sparkled as she explained what it was like to reach the prize. “It was sooooo worth it!” she exclaimed. As I listened to the recollection I couldn’t help but compare it to our daily walk with Jesus. We enjoy our surroundings in the form of worship and service. We come upon the beautiful “scenery” in the form of answered prayer and his comforting presence when difficulties arise. When we are weak and tired, our Christian brothers and sisters show up to encourage us to finish strong. Jesus stays with us, every step of the journey. He gently nudges…press on…keep going…don’t quit. And when we reach our destination, we will be wowed and speechless at the beauty and perfection before us. Hebrews 12:1…there’s a cloud of witnesses, the faithful who have gone on before us. And if they could step back into the limits of time for a moment they would say: “It’s worth it.” “Don’t give up.” “Keep the faith.” “Keep your eyes on Jesus.” “Finish strong.” My sister or brother in Jesus, no matter what incline is in your path at this moment resist the voice that tells you it isn’t worth it. When the enemy tells you this is all there is…when he whispers in your ear with the message of what a fool you are…when he tries to persuade you to turn back… Resist. Resist and he will flee from you. Draw close to God and He will draw close to you. My friend confessed they were ready to turn back when a hiker urged, “You’re almost there.” At her moment of exhaustion she was a mere 1/10 of a mile away. She said, “To think we almost missed it. We didn’t know how close we were and we almost quit. We were so close.” If you’re in the throws or sorrow or turmoil, don’t quit. You are so close. Consider our sinless Jesus willingly facing hostility and abuse, enduring the cross for all of mankind… Consider who He is and don’t lose heart. Your almost there. Oh, and my friend? Well, she’s already planning her next hike.

Firecrackers & DNA

"I just realized," she said as she looked down at the toddler as she slept, "My DNA runs through her veins."

I had but one response, "Maybe that's why she's such a firecracker!"

Tommy and I just returned from a 12 hour road trip to Louisiana. We took our 18 month old, high-energy, full of personality granddaughter with us. This was a multipurpose trip. It had been two years since I saw my mom and Lilley (Lil K)  had never met her Great Granny.

She isn't one to easily befriend new people (Lil K, not Great Granny wink wink). She has to be approached with caution, kinda the same way one might draw near to a bear cub...will she hurt me or just run away?

I have to admit, the closer we got to "home" the more my nerves did a tap dance.

How long will it take?
Is she going to smile or cry?
Will she even offer a "fist-bump"?

Just minutes after touch down, Lil K and her "Nanny" became buddies. I spent the next 5 days laughing and marveling at the connection. They fed the birds, watered the flowers, bounced a ball, shared ice cream, ate corn on the cob, played with the dog and even took a nap together in Nanny's chair.

Proverbs 17 says grandchildren are a crown to the aged. She certainly is a crown to me; I am thrilled at every opportunity to spend a moment or more with Lil K. And all the while I am with her, my mind struggles to accept she is my GRANDCHILD...when did this happen? How can my mom be a GREAT Grandmother...she is still 39, isn't she?


I soaked in every minute together and whispered many "thank you" prayers to God who has been faithful during my mom's cancer battle. I thanked Him for Lilley's existence and for her Mommy & Daddy and their willingness to let her make the trip. I thanked Him for a safe home for our visit and for every flower that Mom's green thumb touched. As Lil K sang songs with Ike (Mike) and played games with Olly (their dog Molly), I was overwhelmed with gratitude for God's sovereign hand in our lives.

I have a never-quit attitude that came from Mom.

At 18 months old, Lil K has already shown her own...shall we say...ability to persist.

As I relive last week in my thoughts, I continue to thank the Lord for the gift of children and grandchildren. My thank you prayers fluidly become prayers for Momma's continued health progress and for myself. Yes, for myself. That I might be the kind of Grandma to Lil K that will show her no challenge on earth is bigger than God.

 I feel certain that Lilley's sweet voice is echoing down the hall at Mom's..."Nanny! (Where) Are you?"

No doubt Mom and "Ike" and "Olly" are all exhausted from the Firecracker of a little girl that lives life in go-mode.

Mom's ability to persevere against all odds, well, it's running through my veins.

It was gifted down the line to my son, Lilley's daddy, James.

And Lil K? Her energy level is surpassed only by her ability to "stick with it." God is going to work through Lilley Kendrick Pierce to impact the world...

Yeah, that DNA is powerful stuff.

I am the Thief on the Cross: Every Day is Sunday

I am one of the fortunate ones. I grew up with no doubt that a higher, greater being existed. My first experiences with God came through people who loved Him.

The experiences were not paragraphs or even sentences in my life; they were more like dashes or commas.  

My dad and mom, who taught me He is Holy and to be respected.

Bible school teachers who taught me He is kind and good.

Sunday school teachers who did not know when I would be there, yet they were prepared for me when I walked through the door.

A man and his wife who opened their home and taught me He is the miracle worker.

And a preacher who was unafraid to speak in such a way as to show me my sins…in living color.

I remember listening.

For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God…became personal.  

My heart broke open and my sin poured out.

Oh, the shame of it…seeing my own sin.

Hanging my guilt-heavy head, not wishing to look up…

If we confess our sins He is faithful and just to forgive us of our sins and cleanse us from all unrighteousness…  

“I’m sorry!” I cried.

His redeeming love began to find its way into my heart and for an instant the shame was too great.

It was then that this Love mingled with my wrongdoing. Piece by piece, my broken heart’s endless supply of sin dissipated. What was hopeless just a moment earlier became whole.

That would be me.

Brand new.

Changed.

Transformed.

Forgiven.

Nearly 40 years later, experiencing God is still thrilling!

Having reflected on what He gave that Friday…

Having celebrated resurrection Sunday along with millions of people all over the world…

Having embraced what I cannot fully understand…

Yes, I am as the thief on the cross.

Repentant.

Forgiven.

Every day is Sunday.

When There are no Words...KNOWING

There is a kind of parental love that comes along with being a pastor’s wife. It’s difficult to explain the relationship between my church family and me. I love each one in a motherly way, regardless of age.

Most of the time, ministering to and with my family is a joy. I have such a wonderful “seat” at the table.

But then there are seasons like the present. When there is heartache and heartbreak. “Why’s” echo through tear-filled eyes.  Hollow eyes betray the strong exterior as fear creeps in. And in my motherly sort of way, I want to fix it. I want to have the perfect words that make it all better no different from the moment this morning when my sweet grandbaby bumped her head and began to cry.

 “Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?”

She walked over and leaned in. I kissed her head and hugged her. “I’m so sorry you got hurt, baby.”

She quit crying and went back to playing.

The kiss made it all better.

The trials of this day are far greater.

As my heart breaks for the people I dearly love, I resist to slip into

 “If you really loved us Lord, this would not be happening”

“We serve you Lord, where is the protection that should come our way?”

“You are the Divine Healer…what happened? Did you look the other way?”

And in my search to fix it I am reminded, pain or trial in life is never experienced without purpose for those who love God. 

Among His many promises to His kids, God gives us the only answer to “why?”

Consider it a great joy, my brothers, whenever you experience various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance. But endurance must do its complete work, so that you may be mature and complete, lacking nothing. James 1

Don’t get tripped up over the first few words of this verse, those words that tell us to consider it great joy when we experience these hardships. Don’t overlook the next word…KNOWING…

What a gift God gave us in this word. It doesn’t say guessing or hoping.

KNOWING.

KNOWING what is happening in life produces endurance because as faith is pushed to its limits we see God keeps His promises.  Even better we can KNOW that it is not endurance just for the sake of enduring. God is right there, active as the endurance becomes complete so we may…look at it… look at the last two words be LACKING NOTHING.

I’m no stranger to the personal pain that has caused me to weep, face to the floor, and beg for God’s intervention.  I have looked toward heaven and wanted Him to step in and stop the pain now. I confessed that I did not ask for endurance nor did I choose this path toward being complete, lacking nothing.

God, in His great wisdom, loved me deeply as my pain seemed to envelope me. His presence has never been more real than in the alone that is found in the dark of night. When tears flow freely and there is no need for the face of “I’m okay.”

God has allowed my honesty in weakness.  And He is near and is listening as my family members ache and ask “why?”

Psalm 56…You Yourself have recorded my wanderings. Put my tears in Your bottle. Are they not in Your records?  Then my enemies will retreat on the day when I call. This I KNOW: God is for me. In God, whose word I praise, in the Lord, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I will not fear. What can man do to me?

The enemies of death, cancer, fear, loneliness, addiction, betrayal…add the enemy you are facing to this list.

I wish I could gather you...Marcie, Chad, Sherry… in my arms and, with motherly love, kiss your forehead and make it all better.

You can trust that I, and many others in the family, are praying and believing and KNOWING…

God is for you.

You are in the middle of “complete.”

I need thee every hour…Most gracious Lord…No tender voice like thine…Can peace afford…I need thee…oh I need thee…Every hour I need thee…Oh bless me now my savior…I come to thee

Jehovah Rapha...All to the glory of GOD

Jake sat quietly in the ICU family waiting room. He was surrounded by people he loved and they were all crying. His brother sat in a chair staring at the floor. His older sister wept. His little sister didn't stop moving. I don't think she understands what is happening here.

His grandmother sat quietly holding hands with her parents, Jakes great grandmother and great grandfather. Grandmother's lips were moving but she wasn't making any sound. He watched as a tear silently rolled down her cheek.  

Jake's grandfather was in the ICU and the doctors said he could die.

Jake wasn't ready to say good-bye. He wanted to pray but he wasn't sure what he should say.

"God knows what is best and we have to trust him," said his grandmother.

"All to the glory of God," said Jakes great grandfather.

All to the glory of God? How can any of this be to God's glory?

The doctor walked in and said, "He is stable for the moment. We are arranging to move him to a hospital that is better equipped to help him. You must understand he is very sick and might not survive the transport, but we have done all we can for him here."

The family prayed for a miracle.

Jake looked around the small room. Wall to wall family. Great grandparents who still loved each other. Aunts and uncles who stopped what they were doing and hurried to the hospital to be near their dad. Cousins ranging in age from teenagers down to toddling babies. And everyone was here because of granddad.

The chaplain came by, "The EMT's are here and everything is ready to transport Mr. Lewis."

Jake stared out the window as grandma drove to the hospital. It was late and the night sky was made darker by the fog and light rain that fell.

God, please don't let my granddad die. Please give us more time with him.

The next few days were a blur to Jake. Granddad was always on his mind. It was hard to concentrate at school. He went to the hospital after school each day. Each night he laid awake staring at the ceiling.

Sometimes he prayed.

Sometimes he cried.

His stomach hurt and his head ached.

He was afraid all the time. 

One morning Jake went into the kitchen for breakfast and found his great grandparents sitting at the table.

"Is everything ok? Where's grandma?"

"She's at the hospital. The doctors are running a few tests." said Great Granddad.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Great Granddad put down his coffee cup. "You know you can."

"The other day, at the hospital, you said 'All to the glory of God.' I just don't get it. How can this be for God's glory? If granddad never comes home , if he dies, that can't bring God glory."

"God's ways are not our ways. Often times it's hard to understand God. But you know Jake, God never said we are to understand Him. He said to trust Him. When you trust Him to take care of you no matter what, He will get the glory. God knows best."

"Right now I'm just confused. The family has prayed that God would make granddad better. He's not better. It doesn't look to me like God is listening."

"I know it's hard Jake. The Bible tells us that God is Jehovah Rapha, the Lord Who Heals. God heals all kinds of illness and hurt in different ways. Psalm 147:3 says He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. You just keep praying. You'll see. God is listening and He will get the glory."

"What do you mean 'in different ways'?"

"Sometimes very sick people get well and come home. Sometimes they die and their healing takes place in heaven. In heaven, there is no sickness or pain."

"Don't say that. I don't want to think about granddad dying."

"Jake, trust God no matter what. Whether granddad lives or dies, trust God to take care of him and you."

That afternoon Jake went to the hospital to check on granddad.  

"Hey, Jake! Have you had a good day?"

"Yeah, it's been ok. How's granddad? Any news?"

"Actually yes Jake! The doctors were able to take him  off the machine that was helping him breathe. He can whisper now. He told me he knew everyone was praying for him. He said he knew that God worked a miracle!"

Jake wanted to cry again; this time happy tears.

"Did God make granddad better?"

"Yes He did. It's important to thank God and give Him all the glory."

"All to the glory of God?"

"Exactly. All to the glory of God."

After two long weeks Jakes granddad came home from the hospital. It was great to have him home, telling corny jokes and winking at grandma.

Jake hugged granddad tightly, "I was so scared. I didn't want you to die."

"Jake, God took care of me.  I knew I might not live, but God gave me peace. I wasn't afraid. I knew God would heal me either by making be well enough to come home or by welcoming me into heaven."

"Don't say that. I don't want to hear that."

"Death is a part of life. You need to know that I'm not afraid to die because Jesus is my Savior. I asked Him into my heart many years ago. There's no need to fear death."

"I think I'm beginning to understand. God gets the glory whether you live or die because of Jesus."

"That's exactly right. Jehovah Rapha, the Lord Who Heals, gets the glory!"

This Little Light of Mine

I recently returned from a trip to Israel. Words can’t describe all the sights and sounds, emotions and impressions.

It is nearly impossible to choose a favorite site or experience. If I had to choose I would choose a region…the region of Galilee.

Jesus spent the majority of His ministry around the shores and mountains of Galilee.

Our group made the hike up Mount Arbel and took in the sights of Galilee. We were mostly speechless as we looked out across the valley. We had the luxury of allowing the mind’s eye to see Jesus as He gathered the 12 men that would make history with Him.

We gazed across the vast valley at a modern day city that sits on a hill.

Jesus had just finished teaching the disciples The Beatitudes. Blessed are the poor in spirit, blessed are those who mourn, blessed are the gentle…

And then He spoke these words that have resonated in my heart all day today:

“You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled underfoot.

 “You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.”


I stood on Arbel and saw the city on the hill. I imagined  2,000 years ago as the sun dipped below the horizon and darkness crept over the valley, the people of the city lit their oil lamps…house by house…one by one…a small flickering flame glowing in the night…met by another and yet another…

I imagined the sight from the valley below and I could see all those lights blinking and winking and guiding the way through the night.


Jesus said “Let your light so shine before men that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven.”


In other words it matters.


How I treat my family…matters.


How I speak to the checkout lady at Ingles… matters.


How I respond to the insurance clerk who is reciting HIPPAA to me…matters.


The sites I visit on the computer…matters.


What I allow to take root in my heart…matters.


The sun is dipping below the horizon. Darkness is creeping in over the valley and we are to let our lights shine before family, friends, acquaintances and strangers that they may see our good works and glorify our Father in heaven.


It matters.


If the salt isn’t salty, what is its worth?



This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine

This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine

Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.



Hide it under a bush? Oh no! I’m gonna let it shine!

Hide it under a bush? Oh, no! I’m gonna let it shine,

Let it shine, let it shine, let is shine!



Let it shine til Jesus comes…

BB Hall, Mrs. Speights, Mr. Houston

I am just like you and can fondly recall the names of teachers that impacted my life tremendously.

It was evident teaching was their passion. They believed in me and taught me to reach for the stars. I saw integrity, compassion, high standards and drive. They raised the bar on me and I rose to meet it.

Mrs. Onstead

Mrs. Runavic

B.B. Hall

Mr. Houston

Mrs. Speights

I’m sorry to admit that there are some whose names escape me, but I can recall what they looked like and how they poured into me.

I have dear friends and family members who are currently in the teaching profession. They go to work each day and teach with integrity, compassion, high standards and drive. They are exemplary at turning resources that are lacking into a learning wonderland. They spend their own money to be sure the kids have food over the weekend, a warm coat for winter and daily necessities we take for granted. They teach under pressure from the government, pressure from parents, and pressure from the public.

They are amazing.

There’s nothing like listening to a child tell a story. I stopped in on a principle friend today. As I stepped into the outer office I was a spectator to such a story as a young boy told her all about things that were most important to him. She listened attentively. She nodded. She encouraged. She answered. She stopped what she was doing long enough to hear him out.

She is a world changer.

TV Land has launched another program that fills me with anger. It’s called “Teachers.”  Just as “Impastor” creators find it humorous to drag a respected profession through the trash, they have grabbed a hold of the teaching profession and tossed them into a cesspool. It is described as a program following 6 elementary teachers as they try to mold the minds of America’s youth even though they do not have their own lives together at all.

One review states the only thing that is missing is diversity as “This otherwise funny show, which debuts Wednesday night, follows six female teachers who comically corrupt their impressionable elementary-aged students with ill-conceived choices and actions.”

And I have waited for the outrage.

This program is a Viacom production. Pay attention parents- Viacom’s media networks, including MTV, VH1, CMT, Logo, BET, CENTRIC, Nickelodeon, Nick Jr., TeenNick, Nicktoons, Nick at Nite, Comedy Central, TV Land, SPIKE, T?3s, Paramount Channel and VIVA, reach approximately 700 million television subscribers worldwide.

When you plant your kids in front of TV Land or Nick Jr. or Nickelodeon for entertainment, you should remind yourself of Viacom’s agenda.

Let’s talk about TV Land. Isn’t that the home of our beloved Andy Griffith, Gilligan’s Island, Leave It to Beaver and Father Knows Best reruns? Wasn’t there a time we considered TV Land a “safe” alternative?

It’s the home of Impastor.

It’s the home of Teachers.

TVSeriesfinale.com states “TV Land is the programming destination featuring the best in entertainment on all platforms for consumers in their 40s. Consisting of original programming, acquisitions and a digital portfolio, TV Land is now seen in over 98 million U.S. Homes.”

98 million American homes tune in to TV Land. I just wonder… I really wonder…what would happen if we refused to consume the sewage they place before us? What would happen if we wrote letters and boycotted their money source? What would happen if we were finally outraged over things that matter most? What would happen if we quit laughing at disgraceful dialogue?

Better yet, what would happen if we picked up the remote and turned off the one-eyed monster? What would happen if we would put our smart phones down long enough to see what they are destroying? What would happen if we read to the kids, played with the kids, and actually had conversation with the kids?

What would happen if we returned respect to our pastors and teachers?

The biggest question of all—what would happen if we returned honor and respect to The One who created and loves us?

And you know what? Let’s get outraged.

There is a Savior

Twelve people.

Four states.

A few are friends.

Two are cousins.

Most have never met.

They all meet for the first time as the twelve in an airport.

Twelve people.

Four states.

And now they are pilgrims.

Who can take strangers and in a very short time cause them to be friends?

Who can gather twelve people…from four states... and create a family?

Who can know that laughter and tears between the twelve will lead to trust? 

Jesus can.

I’ve had the extreme honor the past week of walking where Jesus walked. I, as a part of the twelve, have had the privilege of looking out over the Sea of Galilee, hearing scripture read as I took in the sight of the pools of Bethesda, walking through the Kidron Valley, and of standing on the very pavement where Jesus carried the cross. I gazed at Golgotha and stepped into a tomb and found it empty.

Who can tell a blind man to rinse in the pools of Siloam and gain sight?

Who can heal a woman as she simply touches the hem of His garment?

Who can tell a raging sea to be still?

Who can love the world so deeply as to be The One to announce “It is finished”?

Jesus can.

More than 2,000 years ago Jesus chose twelve men.

Jesus and His 12 men shared everything together for three years.

Jesus walked with them after His death and resurrection and gave them the power to tell the world there is a Savior.

My new family, along with our new friend from this land, experienced a lot while we were together.

And we’ve got news that we must tell the world.

There is a Savior.

Who can look at all people individually and collectively at the same time?

Who can take our sins and remove them, tossing them as far as the East is from the West?

Who can heal and give hope?

Jesus can.

Twelve pilgrims.

All going our separate ways too soon.

But we are not the same. We have experienced Jesus together. 

And He has given us everything we need to tell the world---THERE IS A SAVIOR!

Tranquility and Peace

The people are everywhere. We pass each other and I nod my head in a "hello" sorta way. The nod is returned, along with a smile. My eyes are round and blue. Some have eyes that are mere slits. Others look back at me with oval, brown eyes. But the smiles.

The smiles are the same.

Our skin is not the same color. Some are onyx black, deep and beautiful. Others are hues of olive tones, earthy and rich. I scan the crowds and see white skin too. Milky white like me. Our skin is not all the same color.

But the smiles are the same.

 I hear music. The tune is familiar but I do not understand the words as the olive skinned people sing. My lips hardly move and slight whispers escape; I sing along.

The trees are full of birds of every feather yet it seems they all sing the same song. I am free to walk the grounds and nod at strangers. I am free to take pictures of the thousands of flowers lining the walkway and filling the gardens. The flowers, every color in the palette, rest in beds of green. The sun turns its face towards them and the dew glimmers like diamonds on velvet. Their beauty is surpassed only by their fragrance.   

I have traveled half way around the world for this walk. For this day. I found my place on a large rock on a hillside. The breeze blows past my face. I close my eyes and feel the warmth of the sun kiss my forehead.

There is a lake nestled at the bottom of the mountain. Looking out, I watch the water as waves gently lap the shore. Tranquility.  Beauty.

I have been here before. This is my fourth visit in 30 years. I am comfortable on "my" rock. The crystal blue sky meets the sparkling sapphire water; there is perfect peace.

I am free to cry. Free to exhale and weep with no fear of judgment.

I am free to rest. Free to put pain aside, forget stress, and simply rest.

I am free to dream. Free to envision all that is possible.

I am free to trust. Free to cast doubt over the side of the mountain, tumbling into the sea below.

In my heart, I hear blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of God.

Blessed are they who mourn, for they shall be comforted.

Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God.

Blessed are the peacemakers, they shall be called children of God.

This place is the Mount of the Beatitudes. The water nearby is the Sea of Galilee. Pilgrims from all over the world travel by the hundreds of thousands each year to walk where Jesus walked. They come here to sing hymns. They are here to meditate. Their Bibles are opened to study the words Jesus spoke, words we know as The Sermon on the Mount.

There's something amazing about feeling an incredibly safe aloneness while surrounded by many.  In that safe aloneness I am content. What a glorious feeling! Contentment.

I have to wonder as I walk toward my car. The brown eyes, blue and green. The black skin, olive and white. The smiles that are all the same. Do all the people behind the smiles feel the same freedom here that is mine?