He traveled to the region of Judea and crossed the Jordan. Crowds of people followed Him.
And as was His custom ... He taught them.
As I have studied the four books of the Gospel in recent months, four words jumped off the page and have kept me thinking.
As was His custom.
And here's what it got me to thinking ... what is "my custom" and is that how I want my life defined?
She went to work every day ... as was her custom.
She ate at Casa Guerrero weekly ... as was her custom.
She watched Fixer Upper and Blue Bloods ... as was her custom.
She loved her family and spent time with them every chance she got ... as was her custom.
All those things are fine, but are they what I want to define me?
Jesus' ministry was marked by teaching, performing miracles, and separating Himself for the purpose of prayer. These actions were like neon arrows all pointing to the foundation of what was His custom.
He was obedient to the Father.
These customary actions grew out of His desire to please and honor the Father.
2018 is here. I realize that what was my custom in 2017 doesn't have to carry into 2018. In fact, what is my custom today, doesn't have to be tomorrow ... unless I so choose.
When I think about the grace and love of God, I am awed that the greatest power in all eternity has given you and me the opportunity to choose to please and honor Him. To choose obedience.
I want my life in 2018 to be marked by obedience.
Even as I type it, I am aware of the gravity of that statement. Obedience will lead me into the unfamiliar, but the beauty of it all is I will not take that path alone.
Obedience in the words I speak or don't speak, the places I go, the thoughts I think. Obedience born out of a stronger prayer life. Obedience born out of knowing Him better.
And then the crowds converged on Him again and, as was His custom, He began teaching them once more. Mark 10
She baked cinnamon rolls for the Bible School volunteers ... as was her custom.
She loved the children ... as was her custom.
She drank a little bit of coffee with her cream ... as was her custom.
She loved the LORD with all her heart and purposed in her heart to be found obedient ...
Sunday, December 31, 2017
Saturday, December 23, 2017
A Different Kind of Christmas
The last chapel I had the honor of leading with the TOCS elementary students for the year 2017 was special to me. Those kids have brought much joy to my life.
I brought a gift bag and told them I had something unique to show them.
The bag contained a Belk sales add, a jingle bell necklace, a stuffed reindeer, a little snowman, and a sparkly festive box inside a box inside a box.
At the bottom of the bag, under all the trappings and waiting to be uncovered, was a nativity scene.
As I sit here at my mom's, there are no gifts under our tree back home. It has been a different kind of Christmas season.
I am at ease with this simplicity. With a forced perspective of the importance of the best gifts that have no glitter or bows. The best gifts cannot be packaged or wrapped. The best gifts can never be taken away.
Time spent with the people we love, from wiggling infant to aging adult--are moments that are priceless.
It would be easy to allow even the best gift of time with family to overshadow the source of hope.
The source of peace.
The source of strength.
The source of joy.
Oh, that I would never allow even the best in life to become trappings that cover The Dawn.
It's a different kind of Christmas for many people I hold dear.
Hold fast, friends ... Dawn is nigh.
I brought a gift bag and told them I had something unique to show them.
The bag contained a Belk sales add, a jingle bell necklace, a stuffed reindeer, a little snowman, and a sparkly festive box inside a box inside a box.
At the bottom of the bag, under all the trappings and waiting to be uncovered, was a nativity scene.
As I sit here at my mom's, there are no gifts under our tree back home. It has been a different kind of Christmas season.
I am at ease with this simplicity. With a forced perspective of the importance of the best gifts that have no glitter or bows. The best gifts cannot be packaged or wrapped. The best gifts can never be taken away.
Time spent with the people we love, from wiggling infant to aging adult--are moments that are priceless.
It would be easy to allow even the best gift of time with family to overshadow the source of hope.
The source of peace.
The source of strength.
The source of joy.
Because of our God's merciful compassion, the Dawn from on high will visit us to shine on those who live in darkness and the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace.
Luke 1:28-29
The Dawn from on high will visit us ...
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, sweetest name I know. Fills my every longing, keeps me singing as I go.
Oh, that I would never allow even the best in life to become trappings that cover The Dawn.
It's a different kind of Christmas for many people I hold dear.
Hold fast, friends ... Dawn is nigh.
Wednesday, December 20, 2017
The Things We Ponder
To ponder.
To think about carefully.
Mary pondered.
We need to ponder.
But what should we ponder?
The lady at the traffic light waiting for the right shade of green?
The fact the pastor failed to speak to you in the hall?
The kid that was unkind to your child at school?
The price of milk?
Allegations, tax cuts, disrespect, and pecan pies?
Let's get real. None of that matters.
At all.
Only one things matters--the LORD of all that is, cloaked himself in failing flesh, and after a blink in time changed the history of eternity.
And this was completed for you and me (and the lady at the traffic light, and the pastor, and the unkind kid ...).
I see the reason Jesus said to remember the two most important commandments. Love the LORD your God with all your heart and love your neighbor as yourself.
Loving God. Loving people.
If we ponder loving God and loving people, we would no longer feel the need to complain about the minor irritants of life. I can imagine we wouldn't even complain about the big ones.
Loving God and loving people.
Today, I am pondering God's goodness in every moment of the day. His grace is astounding.
I am blessed. And no matter what kind of day you're having, so are you.
Take time to ponder.
Tuesday, December 12, 2017
Christmas Eve Like No Other
It was a Christmas Eve like no other.
A little over 30 years ago, I gave birth to a Christmas Eve baby.
She was early. Very early.
I was able to touch her sweet hand before they carried her away to the NICU.
Once settled in my room, my husband went home to be with our toddler son. Many of his family members had gathered there as well.
I vividly remember the quiet in my room that night.
I sat alone.
In the dark.
One might think I felt sorry for myself. A sick little girl in the NICU. My family celebrating Christmas without me. 1,000 miles away from my own daddy and momma.
No.
By the grace of God there was no self-pity.
Because by the grace of God, I gained a new perspective of that holy, special night so long ago.
I thought of young Mary. Delivering her sweet boy in the damp darkness of a cave that formed the barn. Joseph nearby. Donkeys and camels here and there.
Can you see them? The flames from the fire Joseph tended casting shadows across the baby, wrapped in strips of cloth, tucked in a feeding trough carved out of rock.
Can you see them? Joseph is offering a cool sip of water to Mary. He thinks she is the strongest, most amazing woman he's ever known.
Can you see them? Mary has examined the baby's toes and kissed the top of his head. She held him close. He knew, yes He knew. He was loved from the moment He took His first breath.
There, in the stillness of night, the shepherds bowed and they worshipped.
Mary placed these moments in her heart. She scooped the baby up, nestled him against her neck, and treasured what she saw, felt, heard, and knew.
I walked down the deserted hall to the NICU. I looked at my sweet girl, hooked up to monitors, tubes, and an iv. I marveled at the frailty of life.
I had no doubt that serene evening. The miracle of the birth of Jesus was the beginning. And because He put on flesh ... I knew He would take care of my helpless baby girl.
I spent the rest of that Christmas Eve praising God for my Savior.
This year, my little girl of 30 years ago, will celebrate Christmas Eve holding her blue eyed baby boy. I'm pretty sure it will be Christmas Eve unlike any she has ever known.
A little over 30 years ago, I gave birth to a Christmas Eve baby.
She was early. Very early.
I was able to touch her sweet hand before they carried her away to the NICU.
Once settled in my room, my husband went home to be with our toddler son. Many of his family members had gathered there as well.
I vividly remember the quiet in my room that night.
I sat alone.
In the dark.
One might think I felt sorry for myself. A sick little girl in the NICU. My family celebrating Christmas without me. 1,000 miles away from my own daddy and momma.
No.
By the grace of God there was no self-pity.
Because by the grace of God, I gained a new perspective of that holy, special night so long ago.
I thought of young Mary. Delivering her sweet boy in the damp darkness of a cave that formed the barn. Joseph nearby. Donkeys and camels here and there.
Can you see them? The flames from the fire Joseph tended casting shadows across the baby, wrapped in strips of cloth, tucked in a feeding trough carved out of rock.
Can you see them? Joseph is offering a cool sip of water to Mary. He thinks she is the strongest, most amazing woman he's ever known.
Can you see them? Mary has examined the baby's toes and kissed the top of his head. She held him close. He knew, yes He knew. He was loved from the moment He took His first breath.
There, in the stillness of night, the shepherds bowed and they worshipped.
Mary placed these moments in her heart. She scooped the baby up, nestled him against her neck, and treasured what she saw, felt, heard, and knew.
I walked down the deserted hall to the NICU. I looked at my sweet girl, hooked up to monitors, tubes, and an iv. I marveled at the frailty of life.
I had no doubt that serene evening. The miracle of the birth of Jesus was the beginning. And because He put on flesh ... I knew He would take care of my helpless baby girl.
I spent the rest of that Christmas Eve praising God for my Savior.
This year, my little girl of 30 years ago, will celebrate Christmas Eve holding her blue eyed baby boy. I'm pretty sure it will be Christmas Eve unlike any she has ever known.
Saturday, December 2, 2017
Just Passing Through
Eternity.
Forever.
Infinity.
It has been a difficult few weeks for many people. Death seems to visit often in November and December. My heart aches for those feeling the fresh wound of separation. It is heavy for those carrying the burden of "I wish" and "I miss you."
As I have studied the Gospels in recent months, there is a phrase that has etched its way into my soul.
"...was passing through."
During Jesus' short three years of ministry, He "passed through" many towns and provinces on His way to Jerusalem. Jerusalem, you see, is where it would all end and all begin.
I read that Jesus went about doing good. He had compassion. He was moved by the plight of the people. He longed to bring them not just physical health, but spiritual awakening and true life. He said "Come to me, all of you who are burdened. I will give you rest."
Those of us who have a personal relationship with Jesus have experienced His rest. We know we are just passing through this world.
I want to remind you eternity waits on the other side.
Are you heartbroken? We are just passing through.
Do you long for relief? We are just passing through.
Are you weary? We are just passing through.
Do you want to quit? Don't quit ... we are just passing through.
Look to Jesus to give you what you need to do this earthly-living thing one more day. And as you pass through, tell those around you about The Most Wonderful Savior--The One who understands our griefs and sorrows. The One who is still moved with compassion for souls who wander.
One day ... one day we will leave sorrow, sickness, pain, and confusion behind. We will slip out of this earthly covering and slip into our brand new home. We will say so long to separation, addictions, and the weight of illness, forever. Cancer, with it's horrible ability to ravage, will be no more. The chains of mental torment will drop away. The longing to fix things we cannot fix will be replaced with praise for The One who makes all things new.
I'm so glad ... I'm just passing through.
Forever.
Infinity.
It has been a difficult few weeks for many people. Death seems to visit often in November and December. My heart aches for those feeling the fresh wound of separation. It is heavy for those carrying the burden of "I wish" and "I miss you."
As I have studied the Gospels in recent months, there is a phrase that has etched its way into my soul.
"...was passing through."
During Jesus' short three years of ministry, He "passed through" many towns and provinces on His way to Jerusalem. Jerusalem, you see, is where it would all end and all begin.
I read that Jesus went about doing good. He had compassion. He was moved by the plight of the people. He longed to bring them not just physical health, but spiritual awakening and true life. He said "Come to me, all of you who are burdened. I will give you rest."
Those of us who have a personal relationship with Jesus have experienced His rest. We know we are just passing through this world.
I want to remind you eternity waits on the other side.
Are you heartbroken? We are just passing through.
Do you long for relief? We are just passing through.
Are you weary? We are just passing through.
Do you want to quit? Don't quit ... we are just passing through.
Look to Jesus to give you what you need to do this earthly-living thing one more day. And as you pass through, tell those around you about The Most Wonderful Savior--The One who understands our griefs and sorrows. The One who is still moved with compassion for souls who wander.
One day ... one day we will leave sorrow, sickness, pain, and confusion behind. We will slip out of this earthly covering and slip into our brand new home. We will say so long to separation, addictions, and the weight of illness, forever. Cancer, with it's horrible ability to ravage, will be no more. The chains of mental torment will drop away. The longing to fix things we cannot fix will be replaced with praise for The One who makes all things new.
I'm so glad ... I'm just passing through.
Wednesday, November 22, 2017
Calendars and Memories
I met the Pierce family 37 years ago.
I was a terrified 17 year old who was in love with their handsome son.
They welcomed me and one year later made me family.
I'm sure that you, like me, mark the passage of time by remembering "what we were doing last year at this time."
Over the years we traveled over the river and through the woods to G & G for our Thanksgiving Christmas.
I like to think about the many experiences from carsick kids to The Music Man to "one more Barney," which is how we answered the question "how much longer"?
From sleeping toddlers to grouchy kids to arguing teens who were great at making us feel like we were the unreasonable ones ... we made the yearly trek to celebrate family.
I remember the Thanksgiving prior to Josh deploying as a Marine. I could feel the pride and concern that emanated from G & G. I blinked my eyes and we were celebrating Thanksgiving with our own Marine son deployed. I don't think I will ever forget the skype call and how thankful I was so see his face and hear his voice.
There were years of undercurrents of sorrow and obvious joys. There were missing family members that lived too far away, were too sick to travel, or couldn't get the time off and we enjoyed celebrated times of marriages, new babies and accomplishments of education and advancing careers.
And the thread of a strong legacy of redemption, forgiveness and dedication to Jesus is woven in and around and throughout the lives that began with one man and one woman who love each other and determined to serve God in plenty and in want.
G & G teach us with words, actions, tears and prayers. We have learned what the love of Christ looks like by what they have modeled for us.
No one likes how the passage of time changes our lives. If we could, we would put our families in a holding pattern and enjoy the sweet times until Jesus returns.
I love looking back at God's faithfulness over 37 years. I love thanking Him for making me a Pierce. I feel the responsibility to continue the legacy of dedication to Jesus in plenty and in want.
And I love knowing God is faithful with our futures. Life changes and holding patterns are not possible. But, we have the wonderful gift of THIS MOMENT, to hold in our hands ... to cherish ... and to add to the calendar of memories.
Thank You, LORD, for the wonderful gift of family.
I was a terrified 17 year old who was in love with their handsome son.
They welcomed me and one year later made me family.
I'm sure that you, like me, mark the passage of time by remembering "what we were doing last year at this time."
Over the years we traveled over the river and through the woods to G & G for our Thanksgiving Christmas.
I like to think about the many experiences from carsick kids to The Music Man to "one more Barney," which is how we answered the question "how much longer"?
From sleeping toddlers to grouchy kids to arguing teens who were great at making us feel like we were the unreasonable ones ... we made the yearly trek to celebrate family.
I remember the Thanksgiving prior to Josh deploying as a Marine. I could feel the pride and concern that emanated from G & G. I blinked my eyes and we were celebrating Thanksgiving with our own Marine son deployed. I don't think I will ever forget the skype call and how thankful I was so see his face and hear his voice.
There were years of undercurrents of sorrow and obvious joys. There were missing family members that lived too far away, were too sick to travel, or couldn't get the time off and we enjoyed celebrated times of marriages, new babies and accomplishments of education and advancing careers.
And the thread of a strong legacy of redemption, forgiveness and dedication to Jesus is woven in and around and throughout the lives that began with one man and one woman who love each other and determined to serve God in plenty and in want.
G & G teach us with words, actions, tears and prayers. We have learned what the love of Christ looks like by what they have modeled for us.
No one likes how the passage of time changes our lives. If we could, we would put our families in a holding pattern and enjoy the sweet times until Jesus returns.
I love looking back at God's faithfulness over 37 years. I love thanking Him for making me a Pierce. I feel the responsibility to continue the legacy of dedication to Jesus in plenty and in want.
And I love knowing God is faithful with our futures. Life changes and holding patterns are not possible. But, we have the wonderful gift of THIS MOMENT, to hold in our hands ... to cherish ... and to add to the calendar of memories.
Thank You, LORD, for the wonderful gift of family.
Thursday, November 9, 2017
A Man Called Ramsey
He reminded me of my dad from the moment I met him.
Was it because he wore his hair in the same way?
Was it because he spoke his mind?
Was it because he had a soft place in his heart for kids?
Mr.Ramsey left this world today. He stepped from a hurting, broken, sick body of 87 years old into the perfect presence of the One He loved and served.
His legacy is a family full of love for each other and Jesus.
The work of his hands is scattered all over this town and his church. He could lay tile to perfection.
I had immense respect for the man who stepped up and helped me in children's ministry as best he could. Several years, until his health no longer allowed, he was part of our security team during Vacation Bible School. He was always the first one there.
The children know him for the lollipops and bear hugs. Many sought him out because it was important to them to get a "Mr.Ramsey bear hug" every Sunday morning. I know that what he did for the children goes beyond hugs. You see, the faithful love he showed week after week after week after week spoke Jesus to the children. Our kids learn the love of God through us before they experience it for themselves.
I had immense respect for him because he wanted whatever was done to be done right. There were times I felt chastised by him. It was to make me better, not to tear me down.
I suppose, in my heart, I will continue to see him walking up the steps near the preschool welcome desk. I will hear him ask me if I added another step since last week. I'll remember him saying "I didn't get my hug today."
I hurt for those nearest to him, for his absence will fill the room. He poured his life into his family and his church. I will pray for his family. I will pray for his church. I will pray for the children. I will pray for myself.
Heaven truly gets sweeter as the days go by.
I wonder, has he met my dad yet?
Was it because he wore his hair in the same way?
Was it because he spoke his mind?
Was it because he had a soft place in his heart for kids?
Mr.Ramsey left this world today. He stepped from a hurting, broken, sick body of 87 years old into the perfect presence of the One He loved and served.
His legacy is a family full of love for each other and Jesus.
The work of his hands is scattered all over this town and his church. He could lay tile to perfection.
I had immense respect for the man who stepped up and helped me in children's ministry as best he could. Several years, until his health no longer allowed, he was part of our security team during Vacation Bible School. He was always the first one there.
The children know him for the lollipops and bear hugs. Many sought him out because it was important to them to get a "Mr.Ramsey bear hug" every Sunday morning. I know that what he did for the children goes beyond hugs. You see, the faithful love he showed week after week after week after week spoke Jesus to the children. Our kids learn the love of God through us before they experience it for themselves.
I had immense respect for him because he wanted whatever was done to be done right. There were times I felt chastised by him. It was to make me better, not to tear me down.
I suppose, in my heart, I will continue to see him walking up the steps near the preschool welcome desk. I will hear him ask me if I added another step since last week. I'll remember him saying "I didn't get my hug today."
I hurt for those nearest to him, for his absence will fill the room. He poured his life into his family and his church. I will pray for his family. I will pray for his church. I will pray for the children. I will pray for myself.
Heaven truly gets sweeter as the days go by.
I wonder, has he met my dad yet?
Wednesday, October 25, 2017
Jesus Reached Out His Hand and Touched Him
The power of touch.
The value of touch.
The human need to be touched.
Some folks are touch-me-nots. They are the ones who are known to use phrases such as "personal space" or "my bubble." Other folks are handsy. It seems they hug everyone they see, they can't have a conversation without grabbing an arm, touching a shoulder. And then there are people who fall anywhere in between.
A man with a serious skin disease came to Jesus.
A serious skin disease.
Most people recoil when we see someone with physical issues we don't understand ... we move to the other side of the room or a different checkout line in the grocery store. We stare. We avoid eye contact. We hurry our children away in fear of catching something.
This man came to Jesus, on his knees, begging. "If You are willing, You can make me clean."
Jesus--all you have to do is want to and you can make me right...you can fix me. You can give me life again.
This man had leprosy. If anyone came near him he was required to yell, "Unclean! Unclean!" as a warning. Understand, people with leprosy were sent away. They could no longer live with others. Family members could see them, but only from a distance.
If I had leprosy, my children would bring me food, but they would have to place it on the ground and move far away before I could pick it up.
I could no longer kiss away her tears, stroke his hair as he slept, give hugs good-bye or be close enough to whisper "I love you."
This man had leprosy. We don't know how long it had been since someone touched him.
And in his desperation he came to Jesus, begging "If you're willing..."
And moved with compassion, Jesus reached out His hand and TOUCHED HIM.
"I am willing," Jesus told him. "Be made clean."
Immediately the disease left him.
Jesus restored this man. He woke up that morning in desperation and in a moment--Jesus reached out His hand and touched him--healing pushed desperation into the past.
I am reminded of the day I cried out --"Lord if You're willing" and He healed my sin sickness. He reached out and touched my soul and my guilt left me. I am also reminded of countless times since that day I have cried out "Lord if You're willing." He heals my broken heart. He gives me hope when the day is dark. He restores joy when circumstances threaten to steal it away. When I am backed in a corner and see no good thing coming from what is happening in life, He whispers "I am willing."
My Jesus--the same yesterday, today and forever.
Call out to Him. He is willing.
The value of touch.
The human need to be touched.
Some folks are touch-me-nots. They are the ones who are known to use phrases such as "personal space" or "my bubble." Other folks are handsy. It seems they hug everyone they see, they can't have a conversation without grabbing an arm, touching a shoulder. And then there are people who fall anywhere in between.
A man with a serious skin disease came to Jesus.
A serious skin disease.
Most people recoil when we see someone with physical issues we don't understand ... we move to the other side of the room or a different checkout line in the grocery store. We stare. We avoid eye contact. We hurry our children away in fear of catching something.
This man came to Jesus, on his knees, begging. "If You are willing, You can make me clean."
Jesus--all you have to do is want to and you can make me right...you can fix me. You can give me life again.
This man had leprosy. If anyone came near him he was required to yell, "Unclean! Unclean!" as a warning. Understand, people with leprosy were sent away. They could no longer live with others. Family members could see them, but only from a distance.
If I had leprosy, my children would bring me food, but they would have to place it on the ground and move far away before I could pick it up.
I could no longer kiss away her tears, stroke his hair as he slept, give hugs good-bye or be close enough to whisper "I love you."
This man had leprosy. We don't know how long it had been since someone touched him.
And in his desperation he came to Jesus, begging "If you're willing..."
And moved with compassion, Jesus reached out His hand and TOUCHED HIM.
"I am willing," Jesus told him. "Be made clean."
Immediately the disease left him.
Jesus restored this man. He woke up that morning in desperation and in a moment--Jesus reached out His hand and touched him--healing pushed desperation into the past.
I am reminded of the day I cried out --"Lord if You're willing" and He healed my sin sickness. He reached out and touched my soul and my guilt left me. I am also reminded of countless times since that day I have cried out "Lord if You're willing." He heals my broken heart. He gives me hope when the day is dark. He restores joy when circumstances threaten to steal it away. When I am backed in a corner and see no good thing coming from what is happening in life, He whispers "I am willing."
My Jesus--the same yesterday, today and forever.
Call out to Him. He is willing.
Sunday, October 1, 2017
It's Never About the Pizza
A dear friend and I sat one afternoon and talked the hours away. During our conversation, she told a story of being angry with her husband. He ate the last piece of pizza. Not just any pizza. Her carefully saved and looked-forward-to-eating gluten-free pizza.
And he ate it.
The last slice.
However, as the talk went further, we discovered she had been dealing with added stress in life. Pressure had built within and the pizza ... well ... BOOM!
The chat ended with a saying we still use. "It's Never About the Pizza."
Realizing it's never about the pizza is highly useful on two fronts.
First, in you. Recognize this is most likely true in your life as well. We let little and big disappointments, aggravations, failures, betrayals, misunderstandings ... the list goes on ... build up unreconciled and then it happens. The dog chews up your favorite pair of shoes. Your son loses the hammer. A stranger cuts you off in traffic.
Someone eats your pizza and BOOM.
It's useful to keep the pizza principle in mind as you encounter others who are not having such a great day.
You know what I mean. You ask people all the time "How are you?" and almost everyone says fine. Then there's that one who stops and gives you waaaaay TMI about the infected splinter he removed this morning or she describes in full detail the stomach virus she suffered two days ago. You listen with eyes glazed over and your brain transmits I-can't-believe-I'm-hearing-this.
It could be you are late for an appointment and apologize all over yourself but get an earful instead of forgiveness.
Those co-workers, store clerks, and total strangers live with stress too. You and I don't know what's going on in the back corners of their hearts and minds. But you accidently eat the pizza and BOOM.
It isn't God's will for us to survive under a veil of anxiety and worry. It is not His will for us to tread water in hopes of the demands on us will ease before we ... well ... go BOOM.
I challenge you to do a word/passage study on the word trust. I love Isaiah 26:3, You will keep him in perfect peace, Whose mind is stayed on You, Because he trusts in You.
In response to God's provision, grace, and love we can:
Be kind.
Be patient.
Be unassuming.
Be nonjudgmental.
And remember,
It's never about the pizza.
And he ate it.
The last slice.
However, as the talk went further, we discovered she had been dealing with added stress in life. Pressure had built within and the pizza ... well ... BOOM!
The chat ended with a saying we still use. "It's Never About the Pizza."
Realizing it's never about the pizza is highly useful on two fronts.
First, in you. Recognize this is most likely true in your life as well. We let little and big disappointments, aggravations, failures, betrayals, misunderstandings ... the list goes on ... build up unreconciled and then it happens. The dog chews up your favorite pair of shoes. Your son loses the hammer. A stranger cuts you off in traffic.
Someone eats your pizza and BOOM.
It's useful to keep the pizza principle in mind as you encounter others who are not having such a great day.
You know what I mean. You ask people all the time "How are you?" and almost everyone says fine. Then there's that one who stops and gives you waaaaay TMI about the infected splinter he removed this morning or she describes in full detail the stomach virus she suffered two days ago. You listen with eyes glazed over and your brain transmits I-can't-believe-I'm-hearing-this.
It could be you are late for an appointment and apologize all over yourself but get an earful instead of forgiveness.
Those co-workers, store clerks, and total strangers live with stress too. You and I don't know what's going on in the back corners of their hearts and minds. But you accidently eat the pizza and BOOM.
It isn't God's will for us to survive under a veil of anxiety and worry. It is not His will for us to tread water in hopes of the demands on us will ease before we ... well ... go BOOM.
I challenge you to do a word/passage study on the word trust. I love Isaiah 26:3, You will keep him in perfect peace, Whose mind is stayed on You, Because he trusts in You.
In response to God's provision, grace, and love we can:
Be kind.
Be patient.
Be unassuming.
Be nonjudgmental.
And remember,
It's never about the pizza.
Saturday, September 23, 2017
Music and God's Faithfulness
Last night I attended an evening of worship and fellowship for women.
A beautiful friend sang a beautiful song that moved through my heart. As she sang, I remembered painful days of years ago. Days of wondering where the hope was. Days of determining I would trust God even when I could not see the light of day.
As she sang, I was reminded of God's extreme and epic faithfulness.
My mind went to other songs that ministered to my heart and spurred me to "dig in" and trust God.
And as she sang, I felt the most amazing peace and calm. I praised Him for being who He says He is.
What I didn't realize, is a sweet friend that worshipped with me was experiencing the very same thing. What a beautiful time of sharing we had as we talked of God's gentle way of wrapping His cosmic arms around a small soul and whispering "It's going to be okay, because I am with you."
What a big God we serve.
My pea-brain can't begin to grasp the hugeness of His never-ending love.
I am sure there were many others present last night who experienced the same thoughts and emotions. I am certain, there were some there who are in the middle of a dark night and, one day, when they hear the songs of last night again, they will praise God for His faithfulness!
How can I know this?
Because I know God. Oh, don't misunderstand. I do not know Him in entirety. But one day, when I get to heaven, I will see Him and know Him fully. Until then, I will trust Him to teach me and show me glimpses of His glory.
Won't you walk with me on this journey of getting to know Him better as we trust Him more? Evidence of WHO He is can be seen all around us. Evidence of His love and patience is everywhere.
Thank you, Lord God, for the gift of music. Music that rings with Truth. Music that sings of Your presence and faithfulness. Music that praises You because of Who You are!
A beautiful friend sang a beautiful song that moved through my heart. As she sang, I remembered painful days of years ago. Days of wondering where the hope was. Days of determining I would trust God even when I could not see the light of day.
As she sang, I was reminded of God's extreme and epic faithfulness.
My mind went to other songs that ministered to my heart and spurred me to "dig in" and trust God.
And as she sang, I felt the most amazing peace and calm. I praised Him for being who He says He is.
What I didn't realize, is a sweet friend that worshipped with me was experiencing the very same thing. What a beautiful time of sharing we had as we talked of God's gentle way of wrapping His cosmic arms around a small soul and whispering "It's going to be okay, because I am with you."
What a big God we serve.
My pea-brain can't begin to grasp the hugeness of His never-ending love.
I am sure there were many others present last night who experienced the same thoughts and emotions. I am certain, there were some there who are in the middle of a dark night and, one day, when they hear the songs of last night again, they will praise God for His faithfulness!
How can I know this?
Because I know God. Oh, don't misunderstand. I do not know Him in entirety. But one day, when I get to heaven, I will see Him and know Him fully. Until then, I will trust Him to teach me and show me glimpses of His glory.
Won't you walk with me on this journey of getting to know Him better as we trust Him more? Evidence of WHO He is can be seen all around us. Evidence of His love and patience is everywhere.
Thank you, Lord God, for the gift of music. Music that rings with Truth. Music that sings of Your presence and faithfulness. Music that praises You because of Who You are!
Saturday, September 16, 2017
Lamp Unto Her Feet by Paula Mowery
My friend, Paula Mowery, has just released her new book Lamp Unto Her Feet. I know I have many blog readers who gobble up this genre. Let's share in Paula's excitement of this new work!
Here's my interview with Paula. Read. Learn. Enjoy!
What genre is Lamp
Unto Her Feet?
Christian romance with
a bit of suspense thrown in.
What do you enjoy most
about the genre?
Christian romance and
Christian romantic suspense are my favorites to read. I enjoy the fact that I
don’t have to worry about profanity or explicit sexual scenes. I also like that
I’m reading stories about characters who are Christians like me or some who discover
Christ. Just like I enjoy reading those type of stories, those are the type I
like to write and provide for my readers.
Where did the idea for
Lamp Unto Her Feet come from or what got the wheels turning?
My paternal
grandmother’s Bible was the inspiration for this story. One day I was flipping
through her Bible and noticed many underlined and highlighted verses and
passages. I was especially drawn to some verses she had underlined in
succession in 1 John. Upon closer inspection, these verses were all about
reasons John had for writing his letters. These verses actually became the
basis for why I write.
After this, I wondered
about what kind of story I could create in which a young woman gains her
grandmother’s Bible and the verses and commentary from her guide the young
woman. Thus, Kenzie’s story was born.
Were you close to your
grandmother? What was she like?
My paternal
grandmother, Mamaw Smith, died when I was quite young. But I did get the
opportunity as a girl to know her. When my brother and I stayed at her house,
she would play hide and seek with us. She also taught me much without even
knowing it. When we would rest, she would sing the nursery rhymes. I can still
sing those from the memories from those moments there. Sometimes we would go to
her house for Sunday dinner. She always had fried chicken, mashed potatoes with
peas in the center of them, and bread. She also always made red jello with
fruit in it. She was the epitome of the verse about being a gentle and quiet
spirit.
Have you considered
writing a series using the characters in this book?
I have thought briefly
about it, but I’m thinking it will remain a stand alone.
How did writing Lamp
Unto Her Feet strengthen you in your faith?
Honestly, writing this
story reminded and cemented the idea that the Bible is God’s Word and He guides
us through it. We can rely upon it and know it will never fail us.
Why should someone who
normally doesn’t read romantic fiction pick up a copy of Lamp Unto Her Feet?
Readers will also find
a bit of suspense in this story. Since the hero, Trevor, is a police officer,
there are scenes related to his work that become quite intense but are very
real compared to today’s headlines.
Paula is a pastor’s wife, mom to a college student, author,
acquiring editor, and speaker. No matter hat she wears, she strives to
honor God’s plan even if it means going out on a limb and leaving comfort
zones. Reviewers have characterized her writing as “thundering with emotion.”
Her book, Be The Blessing, won the 2014 Selah Award in the novella category.
Paula enjoys reading and reviewing Christian fiction, writing Christian romance
and devotionals, and helping other authors realize their dream of publication.
Learn more about Paula and find other places to link with
her on her blog at www.paulamowery.blogspot.com
Friday, September 8, 2017
God Is...
God is Truth.
God is Holy.
God is Mercy.
God is Grace.
God is Patience.
God is Good.
God is the creator of all nature. He set laws of nature into motion.
I can confidently say, God did not cause these storms. He is not playing some cosmic game of chess, as Satan would have us believe.
Can God stop these storms? Of course He can. Why doesn't He? I do not know.
What I DO know, is God longs for a relationship with each and every human on earth. His love is big enough and his grace is wide enough. Over and over and over again, scripture teaches us of His love that leads to forgiveness and everlasting life.
Scripture is also clear that all of nature calls out to the existence of God. Not just the bright sun and the birds that sing. The rainbows and flowers, the trees that clap their hands and the rocks that cry out--they are not alone. Even the thunder that pounds through us after lightening rips through the skies, the winds that howl and the storms that swirl--they, too, call out to the existence of God.
But before we, as puny and limited humans, point our tiny fingers at the great Creator of all that is and accuse Him of sending massive heartache and destruction, we should pause.
Yes, I said pause.
Pause and search the scripture, for that is the truth we hold in our hands, for the heart of God.
God is Kind.
God is Healer.
God is Light and Life.
God is Restoration.
God is Peace.
If you know Him ... if Jesus is in your heart and welcomed in your life ... He will never leave you and His promises are kept.
If you do not know Him ... seek Him while you can. Message me. I would love to tell you more about His faithful love.
God is Holy.
God is Truth.
God loves you.
O taste and see that the LORD is good; how blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him. Psalm 34:8
Thank you Haley White for use of your beautiful photo!
Thursday, August 31, 2017
Expect the Best ...
A few nights ago, I dreamt of my dad.
He stood with his arms crossed. Faded plaid shirt, expertly cuffed up to his biceps in military fashion.
And he was smiling.
He didn't say anything. He just smiled.
Dad's been gone for many years now. And, just like my siblings, I miss him every day.
Dad had many stories to tell and his penmanship was unique with it's distinct loops and lines. So in the early '90's I bought him a journal. It has an eagle on the front with Isaiah 40:31 printed at the bottom. I asked him to use some of those long Minnesota winter days to record his stories. Time passed and I forgot about the journal and my request.
Until my sibs and I were together to say our goodbyes.
There sat the journal. I picked it up, excited to see what treasure it held. And the words my dad penned, I imagine with a grin on his face, were:
Expect the best, prepare for the worst.
That was it. No stories.
Dad was highly opinionated and we didn't always agree. I never argued with my dad over our differences. I respected the man even when we were miles apart in our view of stuff. Maddening? Oh, sometimes it was. But we agreed on the stuff that mattered most.
God is holy.
The American flag is to be cherished.
Respect the men and women of our armed forces.
And the Stranger of Galilee is our Savior.
I often think about what kind of conversations Dad and I would have if he were here to see the political and social climate of today ... I have to say I'm glad he isn't here to see it all. These days it's an uphill climb to expect the best.
Dad's final note of advice for me is biblical. God has told us to think on what is true, honest, and just (expect the best). He has also said to be as wise as a serpent (prepare for the worst).
The pain of goodbye and the longing to get one more hug lingers. I'd love to smell his aftershave and drink a cup of black coffee with him one more time. As much as I miss my dad's smile, I wouldn't want him to trade eternity with Jesus for another day on earth.
So here's the plan for today and every day, until I see my dad's smile and my Jesus -- I will expect the best but prepare for the worst. And as I live life, I think I'll write things down for my grandkids to read should Jesus tarry.
I feel a story coming on ...
He stood with his arms crossed. Faded plaid shirt, expertly cuffed up to his biceps in military fashion.
And he was smiling.
He didn't say anything. He just smiled.
Dad's been gone for many years now. And, just like my siblings, I miss him every day.
Dad had many stories to tell and his penmanship was unique with it's distinct loops and lines. So in the early '90's I bought him a journal. It has an eagle on the front with Isaiah 40:31 printed at the bottom. I asked him to use some of those long Minnesota winter days to record his stories. Time passed and I forgot about the journal and my request.
Until my sibs and I were together to say our goodbyes.
There sat the journal. I picked it up, excited to see what treasure it held. And the words my dad penned, I imagine with a grin on his face, were:
Expect the best, prepare for the worst.
That was it. No stories.
Dad was highly opinionated and we didn't always agree. I never argued with my dad over our differences. I respected the man even when we were miles apart in our view of stuff. Maddening? Oh, sometimes it was. But we agreed on the stuff that mattered most.
God is holy.
The American flag is to be cherished.
Respect the men and women of our armed forces.
And the Stranger of Galilee is our Savior.
I often think about what kind of conversations Dad and I would have if he were here to see the political and social climate of today ... I have to say I'm glad he isn't here to see it all. These days it's an uphill climb to expect the best.
Dad's final note of advice for me is biblical. God has told us to think on what is true, honest, and just (expect the best). He has also said to be as wise as a serpent (prepare for the worst).
The pain of goodbye and the longing to get one more hug lingers. I'd love to smell his aftershave and drink a cup of black coffee with him one more time. As much as I miss my dad's smile, I wouldn't want him to trade eternity with Jesus for another day on earth.
So here's the plan for today and every day, until I see my dad's smile and my Jesus -- I will expect the best but prepare for the worst. And as I live life, I think I'll write things down for my grandkids to read should Jesus tarry.
I feel a story coming on ...
Thursday, August 24, 2017
Are We There Yet?
Our almost 3 year old granddaughter isn't very happy when we have to wait for the light to turn green. She's not the best at patience. Her dad and mom recently drove her up a mountain to a family reunion. I'm told she's already asking "Are we there yet?"
For those of us who believe in the power and promises of God, the answer to that question is "No, we are not there yet."
We all have our struggles and challenges. Yupp, even the ones who show up to church with the I've-got-it-all-together face.
It's not easy to pray for the people we love and then truly leave the concerns with only One who can bring hope.
Everyone deals with the weight of past disappointments and pain. And ... well ... weight.
Let's just be real and admit to one another, we are not there yet.
While we wait, we can know that we know that we know we can be strong and take heart because we can trust God to be who He says He is.
If you don't know who He says He is, it's easy to fix! Open your Bible and study Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. Jesus said "If you've seen Me, you've seen the Father."
No, we aren't there yet. But we are living in exciting times, full of opportunity and promise. We know God is real and faithful. We know His love endures forever. We can trust Him.
Thank God, we are not there yet. But one day ... one day ... we will be!
I remain confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord. Psalm 27:13-14
Wednesday, August 16, 2017
Being Good is Overrated
Being good.
Mind your manners. Be nice. Don't break things. Eat you green veggies. Don't talk back.
Do your homework. Pick up your toys. Wash behind your ears. Go to church on Sundays. Never tell a lie. Don't cuss. Read your Bible. Take out the trash. Follow the rules. Pray every day. Work hard. Play harder. Earn your way. Listen. Smile. Drive the speed limit. Be generous. Leave things better than you found them. Tell the waitress she's doing a great job. Come to a complete stop before turning right. Wash your hands. Take your vitamins. Wear sunscreen.
And ...
If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.
And if the attitude of the heart is wrong ... none of the above things is pleasing to God.
A person could be good his entire life and never see heaven. Read the scripture ... Jesus never said "Be good."
I am going to choose godliness. Godliness is this: an attitude of the heart that focuses on pleasing God.
Many years ago, I learned the most important thing I can do is choose to please Jesus. I learned it's more than what I say and do ... it's also what I think.
May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable to You, O Lord, my Strength and my Redeemer!
We were never told to be good, but scripture is clear ... be holy, because I am holy.
Holiness is godliness. Godliness is an attitude of the heart that focuses on pleasing God.
Instead of being good, let's choose to be godly.
I love that God gave us the ability to choose to know Him by spending time with Him, by reading His words and by praising Him. I'm thankful He never said "be good."
Poor Santa Claus ... he's got it all wrong.
Dear God, May the words I speak and think please and glorify you. In my life Lord, be glorified.
Mind your manners. Be nice. Don't break things. Eat you green veggies. Don't talk back.
Do your homework. Pick up your toys. Wash behind your ears. Go to church on Sundays. Never tell a lie. Don't cuss. Read your Bible. Take out the trash. Follow the rules. Pray every day. Work hard. Play harder. Earn your way. Listen. Smile. Drive the speed limit. Be generous. Leave things better than you found them. Tell the waitress she's doing a great job. Come to a complete stop before turning right. Wash your hands. Take your vitamins. Wear sunscreen.
And ...
If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.
And if the attitude of the heart is wrong ... none of the above things is pleasing to God.
A person could be good his entire life and never see heaven. Read the scripture ... Jesus never said "Be good."
I am going to choose godliness. Godliness is this: an attitude of the heart that focuses on pleasing God.
Many years ago, I learned the most important thing I can do is choose to please Jesus. I learned it's more than what I say and do ... it's also what I think.
May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable to You, O Lord, my Strength and my Redeemer!
We were never told to be good, but scripture is clear ... be holy, because I am holy.
Holiness is godliness. Godliness is an attitude of the heart that focuses on pleasing God.
Instead of being good, let's choose to be godly.
I love that God gave us the ability to choose to know Him by spending time with Him, by reading His words and by praising Him. I'm thankful He never said "be good."
Poor Santa Claus ... he's got it all wrong.
Dear God, May the words I speak and think please and glorify you. In my life Lord, be glorified.
Sunday, July 30, 2017
Flip Flops, Full Bellies and a Loose Tooth
It's almost time to close the chapter of VBS 2017.
So.Much.Work.
So.Much.Fun.
I don't think it's possible to put into words exactly what happens during the week we call VBS.
But, is it possible to keep the focus among the hundreds (yes, thank God, I said hundreds) of little faces that passed by multiple times a day?
Is it possible to keep the focus by Thursday, when adults and teen helpers are fatigued?
Is it possible to remember we were all together last week for such a time as this--to tell the good news of the great Gospel of Jesus?
Yes. Yes it is.
Easy? No. Never easy.
I love that I am blessed to have the birds-eye view of what takes places 9:00-12:30, Monday through Friday during TOBC VBS. (I know the same things happen at thousands of churches across the nation)
Children get fed snacks and lunches. Their thirst is quenched by ice cold lemonade.
Children wearing shoes too small or too large find themselves offered a pair just their size.
Lord, when did we see you naked and clothe you or hungry and feed you?
Vacation Bible School.
As we poured into the lives and hearts of these kids, we overcame fatigue and irritability for the sake of the gospel. We taught the children they were created on purpose and with purpose, by a loving God who wants a relationship with each one of us.
We sang songs about God's love that will ring in their hearts all year long.
We learned amazing biblical truth--seeds planted in willing hearts.
I watched as adults prayed together, laughed together, and built new friendships.
And yupp, there was even a loose tooth pulled after Mom gave us permission.
What happens now that the decorations are down and the materials ready to pass along to another church?
What happens now that the volunteers have gone back to their daily routines and the kids get ready to begin another school year?
My prayer is each one who came in contact with The One True God--volunteers and kids--would be changed because of it. Each person, ready to be UNCOMMON in their lives.
My prayer is for the volunteers to crave to be used by God to help others know him and love Him.
My prayer is for the children to want more...more of Jesus.
I love VBS.
I love my Jesus.
I love what God does that week.
And I can't wait to see what He is doing because of it...
So.Much.Work.
So.Much.Fun.
I don't think it's possible to put into words exactly what happens during the week we call VBS.
But, is it possible to keep the focus among the hundreds (yes, thank God, I said hundreds) of little faces that passed by multiple times a day?
Is it possible to keep the focus by Thursday, when adults and teen helpers are fatigued?
Is it possible to remember we were all together last week for such a time as this--to tell the good news of the great Gospel of Jesus?
Yes. Yes it is.
Easy? No. Never easy.
I love that I am blessed to have the birds-eye view of what takes places 9:00-12:30, Monday through Friday during TOBC VBS. (I know the same things happen at thousands of churches across the nation)
Children get fed snacks and lunches. Their thirst is quenched by ice cold lemonade.
Children wearing shoes too small or too large find themselves offered a pair just their size.
Lord, when did we see you naked and clothe you or hungry and feed you?
Vacation Bible School.
As we poured into the lives and hearts of these kids, we overcame fatigue and irritability for the sake of the gospel. We taught the children they were created on purpose and with purpose, by a loving God who wants a relationship with each one of us.
We sang songs about God's love that will ring in their hearts all year long.
We learned amazing biblical truth--seeds planted in willing hearts.
I watched as adults prayed together, laughed together, and built new friendships.
And yupp, there was even a loose tooth pulled after Mom gave us permission.
What happens now that the decorations are down and the materials ready to pass along to another church?
What happens now that the volunteers have gone back to their daily routines and the kids get ready to begin another school year?
My prayer is each one who came in contact with The One True God--volunteers and kids--would be changed because of it. Each person, ready to be UNCOMMON in their lives.
My prayer is for the volunteers to crave to be used by God to help others know him and love Him.
My prayer is for the children to want more...more of Jesus.
I love VBS.
I love my Jesus.
I love what God does that week.
And I can't wait to see what He is doing because of it...
Wednesday, July 12, 2017
Unashamed
What is our purpose on this big blue marble?
Are we here to entertain the gods?
Are we here to struggle, wonder why, curse the day, and return to dust?
Are we here to pretend everything is always okay as we live in our own world of make believe?
Maybe we are here to buy the biggest toys and be the most successful on the block.
Stop.
Right.
Now.
For I am not ashamed of the Gospel of Christ for it is God's power for salvation to everyone who believes.
There it is. All summed up for me in one short Bible verse.
Our purpose on earth is for a relationship with Jesus that overflows and spills out onto those around us, leading to a relationship with Jesus that overflows and spills out onto those around us, leading to a relationship with Jesus that overflows and spills out onto those around us...
Forget the gods of this world--sports, money, personal satisfaction, success in business.
Forget the struggles of life that many of us like to think we experience in solitude...truth be remembered, every person (believer and non) struggles with the difficulties of life. Because...that's life.
Forget looking to the make-believe that keeps us from staring reality in the face. Pretending we have all the time we need to come to terms with the gospel...pretending tomorrow is the day we will choose God...pretending personal beliefs are truth regardless of what the Bible tells us...
If Romans 1:16 is a true statement for each of us who claim Jesus as Savior and Lord...what difference does it make?
For if God has the power unto salvation, can we not trust Him with all other matters of life?
God seeks and saves.
Our purpose on this big blue marble is that of a relationship with Jesus that grows and flourishes to the point of wanting all those around us to know the joy of salvation.
The freedom in forgiveness.
The peace that comes in trusting The One who created and knows all...
Let's be unashamed together.
Let's grow and flourish and tell our friends, co-workers...strangers in the grocery store...that Jesus still offers life eternal.
VBS makes me think of these things in a magnified way...
Won't you join me?
I am unashamed of the Gospel of Christ.
Picture props belong to my sister, Cari. She describes this pic as the path in her mind that leads to her real home, heaven. How perfect.
Are we here to entertain the gods?
Are we here to struggle, wonder why, curse the day, and return to dust?
Are we here to pretend everything is always okay as we live in our own world of make believe?
Maybe we are here to buy the biggest toys and be the most successful on the block.
Stop.
Right.
Now.
For I am not ashamed of the Gospel of Christ for it is God's power for salvation to everyone who believes.
There it is. All summed up for me in one short Bible verse.
Our purpose on earth is for a relationship with Jesus that overflows and spills out onto those around us, leading to a relationship with Jesus that overflows and spills out onto those around us, leading to a relationship with Jesus that overflows and spills out onto those around us...
Forget the gods of this world--sports, money, personal satisfaction, success in business.
Forget the struggles of life that many of us like to think we experience in solitude...truth be remembered, every person (believer and non) struggles with the difficulties of life. Because...that's life.
Forget looking to the make-believe that keeps us from staring reality in the face. Pretending we have all the time we need to come to terms with the gospel...pretending tomorrow is the day we will choose God...pretending personal beliefs are truth regardless of what the Bible tells us...
If Romans 1:16 is a true statement for each of us who claim Jesus as Savior and Lord...what difference does it make?
For if God has the power unto salvation, can we not trust Him with all other matters of life?
God seeks and saves.
Our purpose on this big blue marble is that of a relationship with Jesus that grows and flourishes to the point of wanting all those around us to know the joy of salvation.
The freedom in forgiveness.
The peace that comes in trusting The One who created and knows all...
Let's be unashamed together.
Let's grow and flourish and tell our friends, co-workers...strangers in the grocery store...that Jesus still offers life eternal.
VBS makes me think of these things in a magnified way...
Won't you join me?
I am unashamed of the Gospel of Christ.
Picture props belong to my sister, Cari. She describes this pic as the path in her mind that leads to her real home, heaven. How perfect.
Saturday, July 8, 2017
Melania's Wardrobe, Floating Yoga and Twitter Troubles
Headlines are full of fascinating and helpful information.
Ben Affleck's new girlfriend, Shia LaBeouf arrested, Germany's Prince Ernst married, and Ashton Kutcher got himself in hot water over a tweet...
Seriously.
We can, with a quick click, read about floating yoga, Netflix, and Melania's wardrobe.
This.is.news?
If we dig a little deeper we can even read about a bear that mauled a shepherd in Romania.
Mmmm...yeah...not impressed.
As for me, I'm involved in something more important that some Hollywood misstep or even balancing myself on a floating mat--which is really good, because I'm not into yoga or water-stuff.
Days filled with people and prayers, rockets and glow-in-the-dark stars. Attention given to allergy alerts and friendships, background checks and glue sticks.
Having a plan in place to buy new shoes for a child who wears a pair two sizes too big and being sure the volunteers are ready to fix food to fill hungry bellies.
Reminding my friends that for one full week, for every child who walks through our doors, we are the hands and feet of Jesus.
Those of you who know me well, know I am full-swing into the final days of preparation for Vacation Bible School.
This blog is asking you to click the X in the top right of your screen...after you finish reading, of course!
Put your phone down and say a focused prayer for the most important week of the year. The week set aside for sharing the great news of the Gospel of Jesus Christ with boys and girls.
Whoever you are, wherever you are, Jesus is not just for kids. Jesus lived and died and lives again in order to provide a way for us to have a relationship with Him.
God is real.
He is good.
He is faithful.
You can trust Him.
I do hope Shia straightens up and I wish Prince Ernst well and I mean no disrespect to any of them when I say I didn't read past the headlines...
But...
seriously...
if you'll excuse me...
I feel a worthwhile tweet coming on...
Ben Affleck's new girlfriend, Shia LaBeouf arrested, Germany's Prince Ernst married, and Ashton Kutcher got himself in hot water over a tweet...
Seriously.
We can, with a quick click, read about floating yoga, Netflix, and Melania's wardrobe.
This.is.news?
If we dig a little deeper we can even read about a bear that mauled a shepherd in Romania.
Mmmm...yeah...not impressed.
As for me, I'm involved in something more important that some Hollywood misstep or even balancing myself on a floating mat--which is really good, because I'm not into yoga or water-stuff.
Days filled with people and prayers, rockets and glow-in-the-dark stars. Attention given to allergy alerts and friendships, background checks and glue sticks.
Having a plan in place to buy new shoes for a child who wears a pair two sizes too big and being sure the volunteers are ready to fix food to fill hungry bellies.
Reminding my friends that for one full week, for every child who walks through our doors, we are the hands and feet of Jesus.
Those of you who know me well, know I am full-swing into the final days of preparation for Vacation Bible School.
This blog is asking you to click the X in the top right of your screen...after you finish reading, of course!
Put your phone down and say a focused prayer for the most important week of the year. The week set aside for sharing the great news of the Gospel of Jesus Christ with boys and girls.
Whoever you are, wherever you are, Jesus is not just for kids. Jesus lived and died and lives again in order to provide a way for us to have a relationship with Him.
God is real.
He is good.
He is faithful.
You can trust Him.
I do hope Shia straightens up and I wish Prince Ernst well and I mean no disrespect to any of them when I say I didn't read past the headlines...
But...
seriously...
if you'll excuse me...
I feel a worthwhile tweet coming on...
Saturday, July 1, 2017
America's Son
It was early July, 2011.
We were there with others. We looked on with pride and fear as America's sons, brothers, and fathers took their places in line up.
We were there to support them and pray for them and to wish them well and to say "We will see you later."
And we watched with pride and fear as America's sons, brothers, and fathers boarded the bus.
As for me, I couldn't breathe. I looked at my tall, strong young man and I saw the little boy who spent years in the dirt. The boy who farmers sought out on Sunday mornings, asking him to pray for rain. The little boy who preferred anything outdoors over anything indoors.
And I saw the light-hearted boy who stood next to me as we watched the towers fall the day before his 12th birthday. The day that something moved in his heart.
I saw the teenager who talked with me--sometimes late into the night--about school, football, his future, life and love and God.
I saw a young man who determined 10 years earlier to make a difference.
America's son, the young man who told his "Pop" and me, "I am safer in God's will in Afghanistan than outside His will in Greeneville,"
After the bus drove out of sight, the families of those who came to support, pray, wish them well and say "We will see you later" solemnly slipped into their vehicles.
There were no words in our car. I can't say what moved through the hearts and minds of our young man's pop and sisters...but I remember clearly what moved in me.
Blurry vision and still unable to breathe, I determined I would pray every day...okay, without ceasing...and trust God to be who He says He is.
Just as events change lives forever--births, deaths, storms, graduations, illnesses, weddings--deployment changed me forever.
There are truths in life that have always caused great awe in me...
The American flag.
Veterans, old and young.
The Star Spangled Banner.
The Constitution.
The Declaration of Independence.
The thought of a God who created us and cares about the details of life.
And watching God work in and through my children.
It was early July, 2011.
Yes, the star spangled banner still waves, o'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Thank you, Lord.
Thank you, USMC Sergeant Pierce.
Thank you, American Military.
I still pray without ceasing.
We were there with others. We looked on with pride and fear as America's sons, brothers, and fathers took their places in line up.
We were there to support them and pray for them and to wish them well and to say "We will see you later."
And we watched with pride and fear as America's sons, brothers, and fathers boarded the bus.
As for me, I couldn't breathe. I looked at my tall, strong young man and I saw the little boy who spent years in the dirt. The boy who farmers sought out on Sunday mornings, asking him to pray for rain. The little boy who preferred anything outdoors over anything indoors.
And I saw the light-hearted boy who stood next to me as we watched the towers fall the day before his 12th birthday. The day that something moved in his heart.
I saw the teenager who talked with me--sometimes late into the night--about school, football, his future, life and love and God.
I saw a young man who determined 10 years earlier to make a difference.
America's son, the young man who told his "Pop" and me, "I am safer in God's will in Afghanistan than outside His will in Greeneville,"
After the bus drove out of sight, the families of those who came to support, pray, wish them well and say "We will see you later" solemnly slipped into their vehicles.
There were no words in our car. I can't say what moved through the hearts and minds of our young man's pop and sisters...but I remember clearly what moved in me.
Blurry vision and still unable to breathe, I determined I would pray every day...okay, without ceasing...and trust God to be who He says He is.
Just as events change lives forever--births, deaths, storms, graduations, illnesses, weddings--deployment changed me forever.
There are truths in life that have always caused great awe in me...
The American flag.
Veterans, old and young.
The Star Spangled Banner.
The Constitution.
The Declaration of Independence.
The thought of a God who created us and cares about the details of life.
And watching God work in and through my children.
It was early July, 2011.
Yes, the star spangled banner still waves, o'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Thank you, Lord.
Thank you, USMC Sergeant Pierce.
Thank you, American Military.
I still pray without ceasing.
Monday, June 26, 2017
My God is so Big
I remember a Christmas many years ago. Many. Years. Ago.
I asked for a typewriter. (Okay, now you have an idea of how many years ago)
I'm not sure how they managed it, but that Christmas Eve I opened a gift and saw the most beautiful blue typewriter ever!
And I sat at the table that night, wondering if I should write about my dog or my sisters or my mom's crocheted slippers or my parents...
I don't remember what I wrote that night. I don't even remember what happened to that most wonderful gift.
I do know, God planted a love for words deep inside me. It came to life in school. B.B. Hall's speech class taught me the power of words, spoken or written. LaRue Speights' English and Literature class taught the importance of order, syntax, and the impact of story. (I'm sorry Mrs. Speights, I still struggle with a few things. I'm so thankful for editors!)
Several years after we married, I told Tommy I wanted to write curriculum for LifeWay Kids. He encouraged me. I applied and God allowed me to write for them almost ten years. It was a wonderful experience.
During those years, life happened.
And lessons were learned.
And I began learning to give my failures to God and trust him to do what only He can do.
Opportunities presented themselves.
Children. Hundreds of children. All needing to hear the gospel and know God loves them.
Through the ministries of Towering Oaks Baptist Church I have been gifted with the opportunity to teach and serve among those who teach. Bible study, small groups, Vacation Bible School...so many opportunities.
And the love for words continues to grow and the desire for those words to make a difference in lives continues to grow.
And in a terrifying, exciting whirl of activity God said "Yes."
My mom has been a cheerleader with this writing thing. All along my prayer has been "Please Lord, your timing." When we learned Mom's cancer is back, my prayer changed. "Yes, Lord, I want your will. But, Lord? Please send a contract so my mom can share in it."
Mom is strong and doing well and your prayers are more coveted than they have ever been. When I learned of the book contract, my first instinct was to praise God for being larger than obstacles and more powerful than doubt. Then I called Tommy. Then I called Mom.
God is so good to give me this desire and to open doors.
God is so good to give me family and friends and opportunities.
May HE forever by glorified!
My GOD is so BIG. so STRONG and so MIGHTY! There's NOTHING my GOD cannot do!
I asked for a typewriter. (Okay, now you have an idea of how many years ago)
I'm not sure how they managed it, but that Christmas Eve I opened a gift and saw the most beautiful blue typewriter ever!
And I sat at the table that night, wondering if I should write about my dog or my sisters or my mom's crocheted slippers or my parents...
I don't remember what I wrote that night. I don't even remember what happened to that most wonderful gift.
I do know, God planted a love for words deep inside me. It came to life in school. B.B. Hall's speech class taught me the power of words, spoken or written. LaRue Speights' English and Literature class taught the importance of order, syntax, and the impact of story. (I'm sorry Mrs. Speights, I still struggle with a few things. I'm so thankful for editors!)
Several years after we married, I told Tommy I wanted to write curriculum for LifeWay Kids. He encouraged me. I applied and God allowed me to write for them almost ten years. It was a wonderful experience.
During those years, life happened.
And lessons were learned.
And I began learning to give my failures to God and trust him to do what only He can do.
Opportunities presented themselves.
Children. Hundreds of children. All needing to hear the gospel and know God loves them.
Through the ministries of Towering Oaks Baptist Church I have been gifted with the opportunity to teach and serve among those who teach. Bible study, small groups, Vacation Bible School...so many opportunities.
And the love for words continues to grow and the desire for those words to make a difference in lives continues to grow.
And in a terrifying, exciting whirl of activity God said "Yes."
My mom has been a cheerleader with this writing thing. All along my prayer has been "Please Lord, your timing." When we learned Mom's cancer is back, my prayer changed. "Yes, Lord, I want your will. But, Lord? Please send a contract so my mom can share in it."
Mom is strong and doing well and your prayers are more coveted than they have ever been. When I learned of the book contract, my first instinct was to praise God for being larger than obstacles and more powerful than doubt. Then I called Tommy. Then I called Mom.
God is so good to give me this desire and to open doors.
God is so good to give me family and friends and opportunities.
May HE forever by glorified!
My GOD is so BIG. so STRONG and so MIGHTY! There's NOTHING my GOD cannot do!
Monday, June 5, 2017
Thank you, God, for Pastor Tim
I woke up at 2:30 this morning. It soon became obvious I would not go back to sleep anytime soon.
I prayed for the list of requests that easily came to mind. My mom, my children, my church family, Vacation Bible School, kids camp... I praised Him too. I praised Him for my mom, my children, my church family, Vacation Bible School, kids camp...
I got out of bed and worked on kids camp. It's right around the corner. Many children will be there, ready to have a blast. They will arrive with questions, questions they won't ask out loud.
Questions such as:
Why did my mom die?
Does God care that I am lonely?
When will my mom and dad stop fighting?
Why don't I fit in?
Can God hear my prayers?
Pastor Tim has prepared messages and music for these kids. I am almost finished with the devotion book. The t-shirts are ready for pick up. Long View Ranch is ready for us.
One thing remains and is needed now until next weekend.
Prayer.
Prayer for safety.
Prayer for strong friendships.
Prayer for health.
Prayer for powerful worship.
Prayer for great weather.
Prayer for super-amazing fun.
Prayer for our counselors to be sensitive to the needs of the kids.
Prayer for kids to leave camp with a greater, stronger realization of who God is and just how wide and deep His love is!
Won't you join me in praying for the best camp experience ever?
Won't you join me in praying for Pastor Tim and our counselors?
I love watching God do amazing things! We don't have answers to all of life's questions, but we serve a God who keeps His promises. He is all we need.
Thank you, God, for Pastor Tim!
I prayed for the list of requests that easily came to mind. My mom, my children, my church family, Vacation Bible School, kids camp... I praised Him too. I praised Him for my mom, my children, my church family, Vacation Bible School, kids camp...
I got out of bed and worked on kids camp. It's right around the corner. Many children will be there, ready to have a blast. They will arrive with questions, questions they won't ask out loud.
Questions such as:
Why did my mom die?
Does God care that I am lonely?
When will my mom and dad stop fighting?
Why don't I fit in?
Can God hear my prayers?
Pastor Tim has prepared messages and music for these kids. I am almost finished with the devotion book. The t-shirts are ready for pick up. Long View Ranch is ready for us.
One thing remains and is needed now until next weekend.
Prayer.
Prayer for safety.
Prayer for strong friendships.
Prayer for health.
Prayer for powerful worship.
Prayer for great weather.
Prayer for super-amazing fun.
Prayer for our counselors to be sensitive to the needs of the kids.
Prayer for kids to leave camp with a greater, stronger realization of who God is and just how wide and deep His love is!
Won't you join me in praying for the best camp experience ever?
Won't you join me in praying for Pastor Tim and our counselors?
I love watching God do amazing things! We don't have answers to all of life's questions, but we serve a God who keeps His promises. He is all we need.
Thank you, God, for Pastor Tim!
Wednesday, May 31, 2017
Watch God Do Amazing Things
The children of Israel watched from afar as the Levitical priests carried the ark of the covenant. Just as God instructed, the priests entered the waters. Just as God promised, the waters stopped flowing as soon as their feet came in contact with the Jordan River as it overflowed its banks.
One day prior, Joshua gathered the people and told them to get ready.
"Consecrate yourselves (set yourself apart for God's glory). Stand back and watch God do amazing things!)
The people did what God commanded. They gathered 12 stones--boulders--from the riverbed and made a remembrance monument on the banks. They built this remembrance so the children would one day wonder at that pile of large rocks.
How did it get there?
Why?
Those questions opened the door for parents and grandparents to tell the children of the amazing way God protected and cared for them as they walked in the wilderness.
Remembering is important.
I have a picture in my mind of our daughter, Hannah, just a few weeks old. She is snuggled up in a baby swing, sleeping soundly. I stood and watched her and thought "I will remember this moment and this beautiful little girl always."
The last time I hugged my sweet "Big Grandpa" as we called him, the Holy Spirit whispered to my heart and I knew I would not see him again this side of heaven. I vividly remember that hug.
I enjoy remembering sweet moments in time.
The Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writers Conference at Ridgecrest in North Carolina just wrapped up 2017. What a privilege to get to attend.
The worship was very special. As I sang along with my writing-family, I began to remember what weighed me down a year ago. And the year before that. And the year before that.
There are reasons to remember the not so sweet moments.
We all have concerns that weave their way into our thoughts. I really have no need to list any, because you are listing your own write now.
So go ahead, and just for 30 seconds or so, list them.
One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi . . .
Times Up.
Now think back to this time last year. And the year before that. And the year before that.
Can you remember what weighed on you? The best part of remembering is recalling the ways God worked. Now, this is your queue to praise God for His faithfulness in your life. Notice, I didn't say God did everything your way. God is wise and just and powerful and merciful and loving.
When we trust God to be God. . .when we choose to rely on Him through faith. . .we can know that no matter what, NO MATTER WHAT, God works in all things to bring good to those who love Him.
As I worshipped at Blue Ridge, I counted the ways God worked and provided in the past year.
The God of Joshua hasn't changed.
He is my God.
And today, I choose obedience.
And I'm watching, because He will do amazing things.
Saturday, May 27, 2017
Memorial Day and The Raindrops on Your Old Tin Hat
Those who know me, know I make a habit of Red Friday posts on social media. I've done this for several years and will continue as long as Facebook exists.
I look for quotes and stories, Bible verses and personal thoughts to draw our attention to the ones who lay it all on the line so we can freely and safely go to the grocery store, send our kids to school and worship without fear.
This past Friday, I felt especially heavy hearted as I looked for the proper post for the day. Thinking of Memorial Day just a few days away. . . I couldn't help but think of the Mom's who are without their warriors this year.
I came across an old poem, The Raindrops on Your Old Tin Hat, and the story of its author.
John Hunter Wickersham, born in 1890, joined the army and by the year 1918 he served as a Second Lieutenant in the 353rd Infantry Regiment in France during WW1.
September 11, 1918, just prior to taking part in battle, Wickersham wrote a letter to his mother. The letter contained a poem he wrote while thinking of her.
The next day, John Hunter Wickersham was seriously injured in battle. He pressed on and led his platoon until he fell later September 12 and died. He was awarded the Medal of Honor posthumously in 1919.
Second Lieutenant Wickersham's official Medal of Honor citation reads:
Here is the poem he wrote the day before he died:
Second Lieutenant Wickersham was 28 years old.
This Memorial Day weekend I offer prayers of thanksgiving for the heroes who gave their lives for our freedom. I pray for the families who must display the tri-folded American flag and long to hold the one they love.
I will go to the church picnic and enjoy time with family and friends.
But I will not forget what this special day is meant to be.
And I will not forget the men and women whose blood makes American freedom possible.
God bless America.
I look for quotes and stories, Bible verses and personal thoughts to draw our attention to the ones who lay it all on the line so we can freely and safely go to the grocery store, send our kids to school and worship without fear.
This past Friday, I felt especially heavy hearted as I looked for the proper post for the day. Thinking of Memorial Day just a few days away. . . I couldn't help but think of the Mom's who are without their warriors this year.
I came across an old poem, The Raindrops on Your Old Tin Hat, and the story of its author.
John Hunter Wickersham, born in 1890, joined the army and by the year 1918 he served as a Second Lieutenant in the 353rd Infantry Regiment in France during WW1.
September 11, 1918, just prior to taking part in battle, Wickersham wrote a letter to his mother. The letter contained a poem he wrote while thinking of her.
The next day, John Hunter Wickersham was seriously injured in battle. He pressed on and led his platoon until he fell later September 12 and died. He was awarded the Medal of Honor posthumously in 1919.
Second Lieutenant Wickersham's official Medal of Honor citation reads:
Advancing with his platoon during the St. Mihiel offensive, he was severely wounded in 4 places by the bursting of a high-explosive shell. Before receiving any aid for himself he dressed the wounds of his orderly, who was wounded at the same time. He then ordered and accompanied the further advance of his platoon, although weakened by the loss of blood. His right hand and arm being disabled by wounds, he continued to fire his revolver with his left hand until, exhausted by loss of blood, he fell and died from his wounds before aid could be administered.
Here is the poem he wrote the day before he died:
The Raindrops on Your Old Tin Hat
The mist hangs low and quiet on a ragged line of hills.
There’s a whispering of wind across the flat.
You’d be feeling kind of lonesome if it wasn’t for one thing
The patter of the raindrops on your old tin hat.
There’s a whispering of wind across the flat.
You’d be feeling kind of lonesome if it wasn’t for one thing
The patter of the raindrops on your old tin hat.
An’ you just can’t help a-figuring sitting there alone
About this war and hero stuff and that.
And you wonder if they haven’t sort of got things twisted up,
While the rain keeps up its patter on your old tin hat.
About this war and hero stuff and that.
And you wonder if they haven’t sort of got things twisted up,
While the rain keeps up its patter on your old tin hat.
When you stop off with the outfit to do your little bit,
You’re simply doing what you’re s’posed to do –
And you don’t take time to figure what you gain or lose –
It’s the spirit of the game that brings you through.
You’re simply doing what you’re s’posed to do –
And you don’t take time to figure what you gain or lose –
It’s the spirit of the game that brings you through.
But back at home she’s waiting, writing cheerful little notes,
And every night she offers up a prayer,
And just keeps on a-hoping that her soldier boy is safe –
The Mother of the boy who’s over there.
And every night she offers up a prayer,
And just keeps on a-hoping that her soldier boy is safe –
The Mother of the boy who’s over there.
And fellows, she’s the hero of the great big ugly war,
And her prayer is on the wind across the flat,
And don’t you reckon it’s her tears, and not the rain,
That’s keeping up the patter on your old tin hat?
And her prayer is on the wind across the flat,
And don’t you reckon it’s her tears, and not the rain,
That’s keeping up the patter on your old tin hat?
Second Lieutenant Wickersham was 28 years old.
This Memorial Day weekend I offer prayers of thanksgiving for the heroes who gave their lives for our freedom. I pray for the families who must display the tri-folded American flag and long to hold the one they love.
I will go to the church picnic and enjoy time with family and friends.
But I will not forget what this special day is meant to be.
And I will not forget the men and women whose blood makes American freedom possible.
God bless America.
Monday, May 15, 2017
Passion
Passion.
Passion for retelling the stories.
The Samaritan woman.
The pools of Bethesda.
"Stretch out your hand."
Passion for retelling the stories.
The Samaritan woman.
The pools of Bethesda.
"Stretch out your hand."
The healing of Jairus' daughter.
Passion.
40 days in the wilderness.
A centurion's faith.
A man born blind.
"Lazarus! Come forth!"
Passion.
Lord, I believe. . . help my unbelief!
The feeding of 5,000.
The four good friends.
"Let not your heart be troubled. . . "
Passion.
Passion for telling the children about a life-changing, eternity-binding, love-you-forever Jesus.
Passion for opportunity to reach, teach, and love children who have only heard the name of Jesus used in a curse.
Passion for the biggest opportunity, brought right to our doorstep.
And, passionate prayer for able-bodied people to rise to the occasion and say "YES, Lord, YES!"
Jesus.
Passion for Jesus.
I'm so glad someone told me.
Sunday, May 7, 2017
Babylon is Watching
Daniel determined that he would not defile himself with the king's food or with the wine he drank.
The Old Testament story is well-told in children's Sunday School classes. We read how King Nebuchadnezzar laid siege to Jerusalem. The king put the word out to look for the best looking young men and bring them back to Babylon. These near-perfect men would train for 3 years in preparation to serve in the kings court.
Daniel and 2 of his friends were in the group of young men taken to Babylon.
We quickly learn that, although he knew he couldn't change his address, Daniel made the decision to be faithful to God. Daniel was bold enough to ask the chief official for permission to stay away from the kings unhealthy food. After some back and forth, the official agreed to a 10 day testing.
These boys were in a foreign land that worshipped foreign gods. They did not have their parents or family members nearby for support. All they brought with them was the truths God had planted deep in their hearts.
Imagine, if you can, the fear that must have gripped them in this cold and pagan world.
The Bible says God granted Daniel favor and compassion in the eyes of the official. This is the only way Daniel and his friends were awarded 10 days of clean eating.
At the end of 10 days the official clearly saw Daniel and his friends were healthier and looked better than the others. He continued to give them the vegetables they requested.
As believers, you and I step into Babylon every time we walk out the door or turn the television on. Goodness, we carry Babylon with us everywhere we take our cell phones.
Each time we find ourselves in Babylon, we have a choice to make. We can be determined to be faithful to God or we can look like we belong in Babylon. This is real-life stuff. We can laugh at the same jokes, stab our co-workers in the back, watch the same movies, hang out in the same bar on Friday nights, and use the same language- that would be Babylon.
Or
We can allow what we learn from our own private Bible study time as well as what we learn when we get together on Sundays to change us and make us Christ-like. We can ask God to plant His words deep in our hearts. We can remain undefiled in Babylon.
You know, they didn't sneak over for a taste of the kings rich food even one time. They were too determined to be faithful.
Daniel and his friends remained true to God and the result was obvious to onlookers.
Babylon is watching.
Could it be, as we are faithful, someone in Babylon might decide they are tired of living a sick, tired life?
Babylon is watching.
Watching with curious eyes when we face life's challenges.
Babylon is watching.
Watching when our hearts break, expecting us to turn from our faithful God and enter into Babylon.
Not every battle we fight is for our own good and growth. Some battles are for the people of Babylon.
Babylon is watching.
You know, at the end of the training years, he interviewed all of the men for his court. The king found no one equal to Daniel and his friends. In fact, the king found them to be 10 times better than any other servant in his kingdom.
The rest of the story is full of amazing ways God used these young men to be salt and light in Babylon.
God hasn't changed.
Taste and see that the Lord is good. How happy is the one who takes refuge in Him. Psalm 34:8
Sunday, April 30, 2017
We Thought We Had Tomorrow
I thought I had tomorrow
He
said in raspy voice
It passed me by without warning
I
feel I had no choice
I went to work every day
The
bills just wouldn’t wait
I sat alone each evening
Never thinking of my fate
I thought I had tomorrow
She whispered as she cried
Father time ticked away
Never on my side
From dawn to dusk
My work was always there
I meant to stop and play awhile
I
feel life isn’t fair
We thought we had tomorrow
Our regrets have caused us pain
We thought we had tomorrow
If only we could do it over again
Did someone try to warn us
As we hurried on our way
Was an alarm sounding
Telling us tomorrow is today
I sent you many moments
He said
so patiently
To wake you from your slumber
And help
you clearly see
Did you hear your wife when she called
To say
she missed you very much
Yes, her heart was longing
For the
presence of your touch
Your little girl waited
On a swing
in the park
Looking for her daddy
She
waited until dark
I gave the phases of the moon
As today
creeps into tomorrow
That you might live in the moment
And have
no reason for sorrow
There was the warning of outgrown shoes
To show
time marches on
And each new skill your child mastered
Screamed
today is almost gone
There are quiet reminders all around
Meant to
guide and point the way
That you might heed the warning
Don’t
put off until tomorrow, what you should do today
Please don’t despair, it’s not too late
You have the
gift I’ve given to everyone
You have this moment; you have today
From dawn
til setting sun
Give me your all your devotion
I am The
One who numbers each day
I will show you what’s most important
Take the
time to pray
I will give you all you need
To
balance work and family
I will multiply your days on earth
And bless
you abundantly
You see that little girl
Her eyes
are sparkling for you
When she says “Come play with me”
Well, that
would be your cue
Your little boy, standing there
Bat and
glove in hand
Yes, that’s a flag of warning
Play ball
while you can
Take the hand of the one you love
Live
intentionally regret-free
Now you know, the alarm has sounded
All you
need is God and family
(Photo props to Cari Dee)
(Photo props to Cari Dee)
Friday, April 28, 2017
In The Waiting
The courtyard in Ochsner Hospital is incredibly relaxing. The atmosphere is oddly serene. Hundreds of people have already passed by as I drink my coffee, pray for my mom and listen to the piano music's familiar tunes-
whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say, it is well, it is well, it is well with my soul.
Waiting.
I'm not alone in my waiting.
All these people, they are waiting too. Waiting to hear, waiting to see, waiting to know.
As they pass by on their way to only God knows where and what, I wonder . . . do they know Him?
Are they waiting alone?
Furrowed brows and pained smiles, quick steps with heavy feet.
I find myself thinking of my life's verse - Joshua 1:9 - as I wait on my mom to finish her scans this morning.
God's promise, "Don't be afraid. Be courageous. I am with you wherever you go."
When you face false accusations - I am with you.
When the biopsy comes back - I am with you.
When he/she walks out - I am with you.
As you fall into anesthesia-induced sleep - I am with you.
When you finally realize you have no control - I am with you.
As I pray for my mom and our family members who long to control the outcomes, as I pray for my friends in their own battles, as I pray for these strangers as they pass me by,
I praise God for keeping His promises. And I pray that, through the journey of uncertainties, we all know Him more intimately, love Him greater, trust Him more and give Him glory for every good thing.
May those who don't understand God as they watch to see how we respond find us faithful. As they look on and wonder if we have gone loony tunes, may they move from intrigue to interest. May they want what we have.
I hate waiting.
But waiting serves a purpose when we spend that time determining to put our trust in God and God alone.
whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say, it is well, it is well, it is well with my soul.
Waiting.
I'm not alone in my waiting.
All these people, they are waiting too. Waiting to hear, waiting to see, waiting to know.
As they pass by on their way to only God knows where and what, I wonder . . . do they know Him?
Are they waiting alone?
Furrowed brows and pained smiles, quick steps with heavy feet.
I find myself thinking of my life's verse - Joshua 1:9 - as I wait on my mom to finish her scans this morning.
God's promise, "Don't be afraid. Be courageous. I am with you wherever you go."
When you face false accusations - I am with you.
When the biopsy comes back - I am with you.
When he/she walks out - I am with you.
As you fall into anesthesia-induced sleep - I am with you.
When you finally realize you have no control - I am with you.
As I pray for my mom and our family members who long to control the outcomes, as I pray for my friends in their own battles, as I pray for these strangers as they pass me by,
I praise God for keeping His promises. And I pray that, through the journey of uncertainties, we all know Him more intimately, love Him greater, trust Him more and give Him glory for every good thing.
May those who don't understand God as they watch to see how we respond find us faithful. As they look on and wonder if we have gone loony tunes, may they move from intrigue to interest. May they want what we have.
I hate waiting.
But waiting serves a purpose when we spend that time determining to put our trust in God and God alone.
Come unto me all who are weary and burdened, I will give you rest.
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Star Light, Star Bright First Star I See Tonight. . .
God scattered the stars like dazzling diamonds on a sea of black velvet at the dawn of time. He knew we would gaze up at night and gain hope for a better tomorrow, knowing Someone with great power created such wonder.
And in His great wisdom, He knew we would need the blessings in life to guide us like a shepherds staff guides the sheep safely into the fold before the cover of night.
I guess most of us think of blessings as things such as
a wet kiss from your grand-baby
someone who pays for your food in the Wendy's drive thru
a card in the mail from a sweet friend who is "thinking of you"
the sight of the American flag waving in the breeze
a surprise phone call from one of your kids "just because"
puppy breath
These things are blessings for sure, and I love them all.
Here lately though, I find myself thinking and talking about an entirely different kind of blessing.
I am certain you can relate to the "what next" kind of day; and I am not referring to the simple stuff like a flat tire, a headache and being dog-tired.
No, I'm talking bigger. For me it's when people I love are hurting--facing surgery, worry over a much loved pet that may not live through the night, relationship strains and the dreaded "C" word we have all come to despise.
I bet you think I sat at your dinner table and listened in as you discussed your concerns for the people you love.
As I look life's difficulties square in the face tonight, I find myself feeling incredibly blessed. I admit, I am surprised at God's incredible work and grace in the middle of storms that should be pulling me under.
Instead, I am learning and growing and relying more on The Only One who loves me best.
I see God placing His gentle, Fatherly arms of grace securely around the people I love.
Friends from all over remind me many times a day of their prayers, support, and "call me if you need me."
Most of all, with every prayer I whisper, with every tear that falls, and when worry over things I cannot control threatens to rise within me,
God steps in.
And I am calmed by the reminder
LIFT UP YOUR EYES ON HIGH AND SEE: WHO CREATED THESE? HE WHO BRINGS OUT THEIR HOST BY NUMBER, CALLING THEM BY NAME, BY THE GREATNESS OF HIS MIGHT, AND BECAUSE HE IS STRONG IN POWER NOT ONE IS MISSING.
ISAIAH 40:26
Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight--no need to wish, it's not by my might, I know God is answering my prayers tonight.
He's near, He hears, I'll feel no fear--He made the stars and the message is clear, He knows what's best, He'll dry my tears.
Joy comes in the morning.
Sunday, April 23, 2017
These Things I Know
Why are we here?
Is life on earth some kind of cosmic joke?
Does God watch from a cloud and play a game of chess with us?
Does God deal out destruction just to see us struggle?
If God can intercede . . .well, why doesn't He?
Honestly we will not know the many ways He intercedes daily until we get to heaven and are absolutely wowed by it. I will praise Him for the battles I never fought because He stepped in. I will give Him glory for protection against my enemy.
Most of all, I will stand amazed in His presence for a split second before I fall on my face and thank Him for saving my soul.
Until that day, THESE THINGS I KNOW:
His work is perfect; all His ways are entirely just. A faithful God without prejudice,
Is life on earth some kind of cosmic joke?
Does God watch from a cloud and play a game of chess with us?
Does God deal out destruction just to see us struggle?
If God can intercede . . .well, why doesn't He?
Honestly we will not know the many ways He intercedes daily until we get to heaven and are absolutely wowed by it. I will praise Him for the battles I never fought because He stepped in. I will give Him glory for protection against my enemy.
Most of all, I will stand amazed in His presence for a split second before I fall on my face and thank Him for saving my soul.
Until that day, THESE THINGS I KNOW:
His work is perfect; all His ways are entirely just. A faithful God without prejudice,
He is righteous and true.
Deuteronomy 32
If we are faithless, He remains faithful, for He cannot deny Himself.
2 Timothy 2:13
For You, Lord, are good, and ready to forgive, and abundant in lovingkindness
to all who call upon you.
Psalm 86:5
The Lord is not slow about His promise, as some count slowness, but is patient toward you, not wishing for any to perish but for all to come to repentance.
2 Peter 3:9
My momma bought me a Bible for my 16th birthday. In the front cover she wrote out Philippians 1:6. True that day and true today - I am sure of this, that He who started a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.
Those things in life He allows - the beautiful and the difficult - He allows for a purpose. The purpose of keeping His promise in Philippians 1:6.
If you have asked Jesus to be your Savior the promises are the same for you. He is always working and never forsaking.
If you have never prayed and asked Jesus to be your everything, you cannot begin to understand this blog. But, friend, I can testify Jesus is listening for your voice. He's waiting for the invite that will change your eternity. The invite that will change your today.
"Come to Me, all of you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. All of you, take up My yoke and learn from Me, because I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for yourselves. For My yolk is easy and My burden is light.
Matthew 11
I cannot imagine a single moment of the day or night without Him.
These things I know: God is good. God is just, God is faithful.
God is always working.
Yes, these things I know.
Thursday, April 20, 2017
Do I Have to Close My Eyes When I Pray?
One of the many joys of I find in leading in children is that of teaching them to prayer.
Let me first say, prayer is still a mountainous mystery to me. I'm still learning. What I do know though, is God tells us we should pray without ceasing, pray believing, and trust Him to answer out of His grand Fatherly grace and love for us.
I hope the kids I lead remember a few things for a lifetime.
God is holy and is worthy of our respect.
Prayer is an honor, not to be taken for granted.
Prayer can be spoken, thought, and felt. In other words, when we have no words the creator of our heart knows whats going on in the heart.
Kids, like adults, can pray anywhere, anytime. We talk about praying on the school bus, during an exam, in dark, in the daylight, while running on the playground, when seeing someone cry, and after winning the big game. Prayer takes place without saying a word and while saying many words.
Prayer is listening. We can pray scriptures and ask God to lead us. And God answers.
When we are in a large group, I teach the kids that everyone in the room, yes ALL of us, bow our heads and close our eyes. We do that so we are not distracted by the people around us. We do that so we can show God our respect by focusing on Him as we pray.
But, do I have to close my eyes when I pray?
Oh, no. No sweet child of God. Because He is all powerful, all knowing, and consuming love He hears the prayer of faith whether your eyes are open or closed. He hears your prayer even when you don't know how to pray.
He hears the prayers of His children that are words replaced by groans. He knows the heart when all we can whisper is "Oh, Father . . ."
Matthew 8:2 the leper prayed for healing and verse 3 Jesus heals.
Matthew 8:25 the disciples cry out for fear of drowning. Verse 26 Jesus calmed the storms - that on the sea and those in their hearts.
John 4:49 the official pleaded with Jesus to heal his son. Verse 50, Jesus said "Go, your son will live."
Acts 4:24-30 the disciples prayed for boldness and power; verses 31-33 the Holy Spirit answered.
As we pray, we remember that God is faithful to work in all things and to answer our prayers as He works His perfect will in our lives,
The wonder and mystery of prayer encompasses those times we can't understand. The long nights of what seems to be filled with unanswered questions. The sunrise that appears to shout the unknown.
James 1 reminds us to ask in faith without doubting. Faith that God's will is perfect and we can trust His answer to be what is best. Best isn't always easy. But God's best is faithful and trustworthy.
When you pray, open your eyes and your heart. Know that God is faithful in all things.
Give God the glory as you face the unknown of the day. Praise Him for the sunrise. Trust Him in the heat of the day. Celebrate the breeze that cools you and vast blue sky that reminds you the Creator is real and always in charge. Exhale as you watch the sun begin to set, knowing God is present and faithful in the daylight and the night.
Open your eyes. God hears. God answers. God is faithful.
Let me first say, prayer is still a mountainous mystery to me. I'm still learning. What I do know though, is God tells us we should pray without ceasing, pray believing, and trust Him to answer out of His grand Fatherly grace and love for us.
I hope the kids I lead remember a few things for a lifetime.
God is holy and is worthy of our respect.
Prayer is an honor, not to be taken for granted.
Prayer can be spoken, thought, and felt. In other words, when we have no words the creator of our heart knows whats going on in the heart.
Kids, like adults, can pray anywhere, anytime. We talk about praying on the school bus, during an exam, in dark, in the daylight, while running on the playground, when seeing someone cry, and after winning the big game. Prayer takes place without saying a word and while saying many words.
Prayer is listening. We can pray scriptures and ask God to lead us. And God answers.
When we are in a large group, I teach the kids that everyone in the room, yes ALL of us, bow our heads and close our eyes. We do that so we are not distracted by the people around us. We do that so we can show God our respect by focusing on Him as we pray.
But, do I have to close my eyes when I pray?
Oh, no. No sweet child of God. Because He is all powerful, all knowing, and consuming love He hears the prayer of faith whether your eyes are open or closed. He hears your prayer even when you don't know how to pray.
He hears the prayers of His children that are words replaced by groans. He knows the heart when all we can whisper is "Oh, Father . . ."
Matthew 8:2 the leper prayed for healing and verse 3 Jesus heals.
Matthew 8:25 the disciples cry out for fear of drowning. Verse 26 Jesus calmed the storms - that on the sea and those in their hearts.
John 4:49 the official pleaded with Jesus to heal his son. Verse 50, Jesus said "Go, your son will live."
Acts 4:24-30 the disciples prayed for boldness and power; verses 31-33 the Holy Spirit answered.
As we pray, we remember that God is faithful to work in all things and to answer our prayers as He works His perfect will in our lives,
The wonder and mystery of prayer encompasses those times we can't understand. The long nights of what seems to be filled with unanswered questions. The sunrise that appears to shout the unknown.
James 1 reminds us to ask in faith without doubting. Faith that God's will is perfect and we can trust His answer to be what is best. Best isn't always easy. But God's best is faithful and trustworthy.
When you pray, open your eyes and your heart. Know that God is faithful in all things.
Give God the glory as you face the unknown of the day. Praise Him for the sunrise. Trust Him in the heat of the day. Celebrate the breeze that cools you and vast blue sky that reminds you the Creator is real and always in charge. Exhale as you watch the sun begin to set, knowing God is present and faithful in the daylight and the night.
Open your eyes. God hears. God answers. God is faithful.
Sunday, April 16, 2017
That Highly Favored Kind of Feeling
I am feeling extremely special and loved.
You see, I am a part of a precious church family. I know there are countless church families, just like mine, all around the world.
They are families full of people who love each other. People who, when they say they are praying for you, really pray.
I will travel this week to spend a bit of time with someone I dearly love. She's beginning yet another chapter of tough stuff. She's no stranger to life's battles. What I've learned from her though, in each battle, is there's no such thing as quitting.
My church family learned of this new battle and covered me with their love this morning. I received hugs and encouragement and the promise of prayer and numerous "call or text if you need anything" even the offer to travel to where I will be if needed.
This, my friends, is the joy and blessing of being a part of God's family.
As I type this blog and listen to my favorite Janet Paschal songs, I am reminded of God's faithfulness in all seasons. I am grateful He uses His people to be "God with skin on."
This highly favored kind of feeling, it doesn't belong to me alone. That's one of the amazing truths of the family of God.
These people love God.
And they love me.
And they love each other.
Perhaps you are dealing with the speed bumps of life on your own. You don't have to.
God is willing and ready to be your everything.
And His people. . . well, they gather every Sunday and worship Him. Churches full of real people, people with weakness and imperfections. People trying to learn how to be more like Jesus; people who want to love Him more. People who fail. People who hurt. People who long for heaven.
Look around you and choose a place to worship. Become a part of God's great family.
This highly favored kind of feeling, it comes from God. He uses His people to make it known.
Thank you, my precious church family, for loving me. Thank you for praying for me and those I love. Thank you for your favor.
Don't walk through life without being a part of a church family. You'll experience what it's like to be highly favored.
You see, I am a part of a precious church family. I know there are countless church families, just like mine, all around the world.
They are families full of people who love each other. People who, when they say they are praying for you, really pray.
I will travel this week to spend a bit of time with someone I dearly love. She's beginning yet another chapter of tough stuff. She's no stranger to life's battles. What I've learned from her though, in each battle, is there's no such thing as quitting.
My church family learned of this new battle and covered me with their love this morning. I received hugs and encouragement and the promise of prayer and numerous "call or text if you need anything" even the offer to travel to where I will be if needed.
This, my friends, is the joy and blessing of being a part of God's family.
As I type this blog and listen to my favorite Janet Paschal songs, I am reminded of God's faithfulness in all seasons. I am grateful He uses His people to be "God with skin on."
This highly favored kind of feeling, it doesn't belong to me alone. That's one of the amazing truths of the family of God.
These people love God.
And they love me.
And they love each other.
Perhaps you are dealing with the speed bumps of life on your own. You don't have to.
God is willing and ready to be your everything.
And His people. . . well, they gather every Sunday and worship Him. Churches full of real people, people with weakness and imperfections. People trying to learn how to be more like Jesus; people who want to love Him more. People who fail. People who hurt. People who long for heaven.
Look around you and choose a place to worship. Become a part of God's great family.
This highly favored kind of feeling, it comes from God. He uses His people to make it known.
Thank you, my precious church family, for loving me. Thank you for praying for me and those I love. Thank you for your favor.
Don't walk through life without being a part of a church family. You'll experience what it's like to be highly favored.
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