God's Breath

I cannot believe it has been over a month since I typed a blog. Wow! I had a great Christmas theme, too! I liked it so much, I'm doing it even though Christmas is over. Hope you enjoy!
"Do you wonder, as you watch my face
If a wiser one, should have had my place?"
These are the words to one of my favorite Christmas songs. The title is "Breath of Heaven" and if you are blessed enough to have heard it this Christmas season, it is done by Amy Grant. It is a song sung from Mary's point of view. This song makes me think and always brings a lump to my throat.
This year the song has especially hit home for me. I'm waiting on several answers from God. And I do wonder, when He sees my face, does He find what He's looking for? Have I listened to His plans for me or have I gone my own way? A person would be wise indeed to listen close to God. But have I?
I think we all wonder at times, "Am I doing what God intends? Am I letting Him down? Did I miss His message?" This can cause all manner of stress induced anxiety attacks. Don't let it. Here's the next line of this thoughtful song:
"But I offer all I am, for the mercy of your plan.
Help me be strong..."
Maybe praying for strength is where we fall short. And, are we offering all we are to Him? All we are? All we are is an awful lot of good, bad, and ugly. Could it be here is where we stumble? Like God doesn't know our bad and ugly? Please!
Offer all you are to God. Believe in Him. He believes in you to do the job He's sent you to do. He knows your credentials. Now answer His want ads!

God's Thanksgiving

Well, here it is Thanksgiving Eve! The turkey is done and thanks to my oldest who so graciously volunteered, the pumpkin pie is too. My wonderful husband made homemade rolls. (Yeah, I really love my mom-in-law.) And I have the pecan pie thawing. Yes, thawing. I'm not Wonder Woman.
Tomorrow we will watch the parades just the five of us. I like making Thanksgiving dinner for my immediates. We'll eat and laugh. And then, God help us, we'll watch football. And, I will survive.
Tonight we went to church. Our pastor talked about having an "attitude of gratitude". The point that really hit home for me was when he spoke of people who were afflicted but were grateful all the same. And the folks who had very little but gave generously. Like the widow in the Bible who had nothing but gave her last coin to the church. Jesus told the disciples, "Did you see what she did? She gave more than anyone else because she gave out of her poverty, giving all that she had to live on." I'm paraphasing here but that's the gist of it.
What if we focused on giving thanks instead of how good the turkey tasted? What if we gave back out of our gratitude to God instead of worrying to removing the plastic bag that houses the nasty turkey innards?
We have a lot to give thanks for! I know two families who lost their loved ones this week. They're still sitting down to dinner and giving thanks. The Bible tells us to give thanks in everything. What if we did that? Or, at least tried?
That's a lot of "what ifs" I know, but what if Jesus hadn't loved us? What if God hadn't sent His Son to take on our sins? We'd have absolutely nothing to be thankful for.
So, give thanks tomorrow and every day after no matter what happens or how hard it is. Seem impossible? Ask for a little help from above by the Guy who told us all things are possible with Him!

God's Choice

This one is for all the single people out there. It was inspired by one of my favorite people who also happens to be related to me. For all of you married folks out there, take a few and remember what it was like to be single. This is how I remember it.
All of my friends had boyfriends. I was the lone wolf. Always included, I still felt out of place. This was how it was for me during junior high, high school, and most of college. I only really started dating a year before I met my husband.
When I met my husband, I didn't like him. Used to being treated crappy by somewhat wild boys, my mission at the time was to save a dwindling relationship. Enter my husband.
He was graduating from a Big Ten school. He had decided to get his Master's degree. Icing on the cake? He was a pastor's son. Yeah, my parents were in Heaven. That was the kiss of death for my hubby.
The other relationship fell through. Wow-guess I couldn't save it after all. My husband was still calling me and I didn't have any other prospects, so I kept him around. He started to grow on me. I finally realized God had given me the catch of a lifetime.
I married my husband over twenty years ago. Has it been a fairy tale? Please! Give me a break. Most of the reason was because I knew I didn't deserve someone who loved me unconditionally. God or my husband.
Then, it occurred to me that even the most horrible person in the world deserved someone wonderful. Because if the horrible person got a wonderful person, wouldn't Miss Horrible have some of Mr. Wonderful rub off on her? Which would make her less horrible? I'm not saying I was Miss Horrible. At times, however, I did give her a run for her money.
I used to joke that my "Mr. Right" had fallen off his horse. He'd probably hit his head when he did so and was stumbling around the woods lost, his quest for me forgotten.
Now I have concluded that my choices were all wrong. God's choice for me was all right. I had to trust in Him to show me the way into the woods. I had to hold His hand while he steered my husband to me. I had to accept wildflowers as though they were roses, learning no one, not even myself, was perfect. I had to be patient and kind. I had to remember it wasn't always about me. And I had to listen to God.
These were not lessons that were easy to learn. But, they were invaluable. Trust God to lead you to His choice. Whether he or she has fallen off a horse or a Harley, they'll be worth the wait.

God's Blog

Have you ever wondered what God's blog might say? We basically have a "how to" book in the Bible, but what about a blog?
I think His blog would be different for every one of His children. It wouldn't be a log on type of deal like we have now for everyone to read. No group thing. It would be personable. To the point. Individually loving and kind.
Isn't this really what we get from Him when we pray? Sometimes we find our answers in the "how to" book. Sometimes, He tells us plain as day, "Here's the plan." We question this, forgetting it is His plan for us, not the other way around.
We can also forget He knows best. For those of us who remember the old fifities sitcom, "Father Knows Best", no truer words were ever spoken about our Heavenly Father.
I have at times not been told but shown the answer to my prayers. I'm very much aware that He is answering my prayers in a different manner when this occurs. And, sometimes I question the answer too much. Pick it apart, over think it, what have you. I'll even ask, "Is this really what you're telling me?"
Who has slipped into the Gideon complex? Tell me, show me and show me again. Yeah, I've done that too.
And please, don't get me started on timing. The "how to" manual tells us a thousand years is one day and one day is a thousand years to God. That doesn't really work for me. I'm a clock watcher. Date planner. Next year's calenders come out and I'm there.
I guess what we have to remember is God's personal blog to us is to be taken seriously. He's not kidding around. Not about His answers or His timing. There's a reason He shows and tells us His agenda for our lives. It's called love.

God's Sacred Ground

Have you ever had someone make a comment that hurt your feelings? Made you angry? Frustrated you? I could go on. The answer is yes, of course. It has happened to all of us. Sometimes it is accidental. We've all said things that the receiver takes the wrong way. Hopefully, they'll tell us what we did. And hopefully, we rise above and apologize.
But, what about when this occurs and you have the extreme sense it was done with malice? And, you also perceive discussing it over with said malicious person may only increase the cruelty of the response? Or, worst case scenario, this person has treaded on something so sacred the anger and sorrow tears you in two? What's a person to do?
Counselors and pastors would tell us to forgive. Forget and move on. Pray for the offender and yourself. They probably would agree that it isn't going to be easy. They may encourage us to talk over our upset with the person, though you be may wary of doing so.
While reading this, you may have guessed this has recently happened to me. Extenuating circumstances made the comment that much more painful. Letting it bother me to the point I did also didn't aid in recovery. And forgiveness? Please!
As usual, I concluded I was the only one to EVER be hurt this way. If you tend to do this too, don't buy into it. You'll miss the miracle of group or even duet healing. Which leads me to my next point.
While explaining all of this to a friend, he/she told me his/her story. Different entirely yet remarkably similiar, this person explained his/her situation not only to me but to the receptive other party. This receptive party member is someone I truly admire. Intelligent, funny, and extremely faithful, the "member" never meant to hurt. With understanding and love, the member had a Spirit fed revelation.
"Some situations in our life our sacred. Someone treads on that sacred ground, with or without meaning to hurt, and we can't help but respond with a big ol' ouch!" I'm paraphrasing here, however not the "sacred ground" term used. Again, we all have it and have all been there when it has been uprooted.
I can't tell you how much this advice helped me. I had wanted to call up my perpetrator and yell, blame, lash out. I sort of did do this when I discussed my feelings with my husband. He gets it though. I think he likes the fact he married a fighter. Or, he goes to his very happy place-Disney-and ignores me.
Anyhow, I took a break from this experience and prayed. Yes, your pastor and counselor have a point. I encountered peace. I encountered God rolling a huge stone across my decision to explain anything to the "tromper" of my garden. And, I began to see it flourish. Sure, forgiveness is the next step. I'm getting there. I'm praying for it.
And, I'm seeing God wrap me in His blanket of security while we weed the issue together. He's excellent with his gardening tools and always has a bandage in His pocket.

God's Nerves

Early morning panic attacks. Acid levels rising in my stomach. Exhaustion. Irritability. Yes, they are all symptoms of my nerves on edge. Why do I try to micro-manage? Do I use a hyphen there? Whatever.
I am not good with worry. I am not good with deadlines. Too many stressors for this woman. I am not good.
I could be good. I could pray and put all this garbage in God's hands. I've done it but I always take it back out of His capable, knowing hands and into mine. Maybe that's why I keep dropping things.
I trust God. I really do. Seriously. However, I like to give Him advice when I pray. For example, I pray about a situation and then tell Him, "Now, here's an idea. Wouldn't it be nice if things turned out this way? Hey, wait. Here's another solution."
I'm sure He's very appreciative. I mean, who doesn't need a few suggestions now and then? The answer: God.
He is God Almighty. Maker of the universe. He made us. He loves us. He knows us better than anyone. He sent His Son for us so we're good. In other words, Jesus took on our sins and died for us. Then He rose from the dead so we can live forever with Him in Heaven.
Wow! Those are some pretty great credentials! I'm guessing He can handle a little thing like a decision. For His kids.
I ponder over myself. Do I, or any of the rest of us, get on God's nerves? I mean, I am helpful. Albeit whiny.
Or, does He know me well enough to put these obstacles in my path so I finally learn to cry out to Him ? I certainly do cry out about the time I'm drowning in that stomach acid. Then I feel His peace descend. I give up the worry and nothing gets back in. Then, I sit quietly and wait. Sometimes He shows. Sometimes He tells. But He always understands.
I don't think we do get on His nerves. He doesn't have any. He is God.

God's Home

A couple of weeks ago I went to the American Christian Fiction Writers Conference. Informative, fun and enlightening, I met some wonderful people. People I hope to keep in touch with for a long time and maybe even reading this right now. It was great to be excited about writing all over again and glean an educational experience!
While I was there though, I missed home. I have always been a big homesick baby. It has followed me into adulthood. I missed my husband and kids. I would like to state for the record I did not miss our dog. I called my family often and made sure I spoke with everyone at least once while I was gone.
Coming home was sweet. My husband kissed and hugged me. My children acted like I had the plague. The dog was glad to see me. Hmm...maybe there's a lesson here. Anyway, I was glad to be home. We worshipped and rested and had as much family togetherness as my kids would allow on Sunday.
Monday dawned as usual. Hurry to school. Hurry to work. Hurry to get the laundry done. Hurry to get those groceries. And hurry through all those notes I took at the conference to remember all things pertinent. Why is life such a rush?
I paused to think about why I missed home. Everyone I loved was there. The peace and calm of familiarity soothes me. Confident in my surroundings and able to sneak a cookie I really don't need. But, not perfect. Errands never end! Can I get an "Amen!" on that one? People get cranky-notice I'm not naming names-and we wish we were back at the conference.
I started thinking about my next blog. It came to me. Many things have been said about home. "Home is where the heart is" and "There's no place like home" came to mind almost immediately. I thought about why I always get homesick. And the idea for this blog came to me.
We are so in love with the idea of home. Even, and sometimes especially, when it isn't perfect. What about our heavenly home that is perfect? It's waiting for us. No rushing. No laundry. No high calorie cookies. Just perfection. And, all the people we love will be there. All of them. Topping the list in importance, the One who loves us the most will be there. No place like it and where my heart is. Always.

God's Courage

I recently saw "The Help" with my oldest daughter. Actually, I should say I recently bawled through "The Help". It was a great movie that tugged at my heart. It was also a great book. Both offerings made me think.
Sure, I thought about the injustice of prejudice. I remember what it was like growing up in Southern Illinois. That injustice used to tear me in two. I just wanted to be everybody's friend. Wasn't that what I had learned in Sunday School? Wasn't that what Jesus wanted me to do?
Courage. Unfortunately, many people died for it during the civil rights movement. But some didn't. They were always an embodiment of strength to me. Rosa Parks. Coretta Scott King. The Little Rock Five. Courage.
I bought my oldest daughter a book about Ruby Bridges when she was little. We read it all the time. It was her favorite book. Sweet little girl who braved those crowds screaming at her. That's something far beyond courage. That's faith and trust in the One who gives us that courage. Little Miss Ruby used to pray for the people who tried to scare her.
"And a child shall lead them."
I've known alot of courageous people personally. My oldest daughter was bullied at her former school. It was horrible for her. We left. I wanted to leave because I was so mad I could spit. I prayed even though I didn't want to. And when God gave me my answer, I obeyed. But until then, my daughter bravely faced those bullies. She didn't want to fight back. She told me, "That's not what Jesus wants me to do."
Now, I watch as my mother cares for my ailing father. Honestly, I worry more for her than for him. I know he's getting excellent, loving care. He has for forty-eight years. My mother bravely soldiers on no matter how tired, frustrated or hurt she becomes. Some of the couples my parents considered their best friends never call. My mother is finding out who her true friends are.
At the end of "The Help" the main character's mother tells her how proud she is of her. And that courage sometimes skips a generation. That line hit home with me. I thought about all the courageous people in my family. I squeezed my daughter's hand as I remembered those bullies. I thought about my mother bravely getting up every morning to make my dad's day as comfortable as possible. I thought about my grandmothers and my grandfathers. I thought about my dad. And I thought about myself.
Courage may skip a generation in some families. And in others, God hands down His courage to every member.

God's Boat-Part 2

After writing my last blog, I was amazed that the story of Peter walking out to Jesus on the water was our sermon text! Wow! What a God moment.
Our pastor expounded on the story in a new and interesting way for me. His comments were that Jesus produced the storm and put it in Peter's heart to walk to Him. Why? To show the disciples life isn't about them. Their fears. Their rationale. Their doubts. Their selfishness. It's about God. Not us. He calms our fears and doubts. And, it's all about Him.
I always believed the whole miracle was to show the disciples He was indeed God's Son. This all occurred directly after the feeding of the five thousand. Another miracle and another God wink that this is His holy Son. Again, pastor took this story in a whole new direction for me. This was to show the disciples to look to God. Not themselves. Remember what they asked, "What shall we feed them?" Jesus responded, "You give them something to eat." Or in other words, "Have a little faith in your Heavenly Father's Son." I would have added, "You big goobers." But that's just me. Jesus isn't easily irritated. Thank God. Literally.
So, like Peter sinking at the thought of his own abilities to survive that dangerous sea, we have to stop thinking of ourselves. Set our minds on Jesus. Keep your eyes peeled for Him. Then again, we won't have to look far.
When I titled this "God's Boat", I started wondering what would God's boat be like? Strong, beautiful, maybe white with gold inlay. Aaaahhh...magnificient to behold. Warm and cozy with lots of chocolate. Hey, this is my analogy. OK, God's boat belongs to everyone. I know.
Best of all, God would be there. We'd be so happy. In my last post I talked about getting out of the boat. Taking chances and being who God planned for us to become. But in God's boat, who would want to leave? We'd be with the most secure Life Preserver known to us!

God's Boat

This summer I have been doing a Bible study with a very special group of ladies. We are working through "So Long, Insecurity". It is a Beth Moore Bible study and if you know Miss Beth like I do, it is awesome. I highly recommend it.
This study has taught me so many things. For example, insecurity is a lie of the enemy. Security in God is a gift. Let go of the hurts of this life and let God heal you. Trust God you big goofball. We are all insecure-all of us. And much, much more.
I've heard the story of Peter seeing Jesus walking on the water and getting out of the boat to be with Him a million times. But as is Miss Beth's grab-you-by-the heart-to-give-you-an-aha moment she once again pointed out a few jewels. Peter was the only disciple to jump out of that boat. Sure, maybe he was zealous. But he was also the only one to leave the safety of his craft. Speaking of craft, he was a fisherman. He knew the sea. Unpredictable black water. Wind gusts coming out of nowhere. Dark, cold depth.
Still, he got out.
He stayed on top of the water as he walked out to Jesus. Why? His eyes were focused on his Savior. No fear. But, and there always is a but with us humans, when he looked down he began to sink. He took his eyes off of Jesus. As my Dad used to say, "Let that be a lesson to you."
Of course Jesus reached down to save Peter. He does the same for us when we take our eyes off him. We look around and get scared. And then, sadly, we start to sink.
Here's an idea. What if we jumped out of our boats-our safety zones-and kept our eyes on Jesus? Imagine the possibilities! Talents realized! No more wasted time! And the peace! Heaven sent-literally. Ready to lay those oars aside? Jesus is waiting to catch your eye...Ready, Set...JUMP!

God's Parents

As I sit down to write this I must first make a disclaimer. If I repeat titles or even subject matter I apologize. I go with where the Spirit leads.
Having said this, I'm recording this today with a heavy heart. Things have changed drastically in the past week for my family. My father has more than likely suffered another stroke. He's doing okay but is recuperating in the nursing home of my home town. Two minutes away from my mom, seven from my brother and thirty from my sister. My youngest sister and I split an even three and a half hours distance, respectfully. My dad will receive physical therapy, occupational therapy and whatever else type of therapy the doctor deems necessary.
My father of course didn't want to go. No one wants him there. We all know he'd rest better and feel better at home with my mom, his wife of almost forty eight years. But, he needs to be there to hopefully get stronger so he can come home. Very, very soon we all hope.
I wouldn't say my dad and I are especially close. I would say without him, I wouldn't be the person I am. He's the reason I stayed at college. Homesick and crying on the phone, doing my best Scarlett,' "I'm coming home if I have to walk every step of the way,' " my dad empathesized with me. "I was only an hour away from home at school and I wanted to go home too. There's nothing like being homesick. But you have to stay for a year. We'll lose too much money if you don't. So, buck up-you can do it." And I did.
After my first sort of boyfriend broke up with me, I was of course devastated. Dad told me, "It hurts now I know. But one day, you'll meet someone who's everything you've ever looked for." And I did.
Most of the time, when things were wrong I went to my mom. We'd talk for hours. On the rare occasion my dad and I would talk, it wasn't for long. But it was always good. To the point. Advice that was straight forward and healing.
Believe it or not, I try to do that with my kids. Sure, I'm a verbose woman but sometimes a little goes a long way. Another lesson learned from him.
Maybe my dad and I are closer than I realize. Whatever our relationship-the ups and downs of it all-I do love him. I am proud of him and proud to be his daughter. And whether he comes home to my mom or to his heavenly home with God, I know we will all be at peace for him.

God's Family

Family. The word alone can bring tears of happiness, shouts of joy or rumblings of anger. Blood is thicker than water. Really? Then why at times does the blood that connects us seem a little too watery?
There are many reasons for strife in our families. Someone says or does something meaning no harm but feelings get hurt anyway. Someone is forgotten accidently from the family reunion of cousins too numerous to count. A promised item from a recently deceased loved one is given to another. And so on...
Then there are the families who get along beautifully. Take family vacations together. Take sewing classes together. Bake grandma's secret cookie recipe together. They are perfect. Or at least appear to be.
Some families really are close. Not perfect and they'll be the first to admit it, but close all the same. Laughing and loving and arguing. But loving first and foremost.
In reality, all families have some form of strife. It's called sin. Strife just sounds nicer. Who talks about sin anymore, besides your pastor? Whether we talk about it or not, call it what it is or not, it is still there. And so is forgiveness if we let it be.
Forgiving isn't so easy. It means we have to let go of being right and admit maybe we were in the wrong too. It means we stop dwelling on our feelings and try to understand someone else's. Not easy. Yet extremely doable when we hand over our upset to God.
His family is perfect. And so is His love for us. Unconditional love. And as for understanding, who "gets us" better than God? He made us and we are His children. He is our Father. The perfect parent. Wow. So our family is made perfect in Him? Which means we are made perfect in Him?
Now there's a family tree I'd like to climb and whose shade I'd like to rest in for awhile.

God's Basement

This past Fourth of July weekend we-my sibs and our spouses-helped clean out my parents' basement. Despite the strong smell of mildew and everyone's strong suspicions of mold growing wild, we pretty much got rid of it all. Lots of memories were relived as we went through old yearbooks, old pictures, old clothes, old toys and old everything else.
I found out alot about my family. We can come together to aid our parents without killing one another. We work very well as a team. And my sister is a toy thief. While going through her old boxes of toys she announced, "I don't remember this doll." I turned to find a lump rising as I saw one of my most beloved dolls. "Baby Jenny!" I exclaimed grabbing her from my sister. Okay, okay. I love my sister. And she really isn't a baby doll thief. She is a baby doll kidnapper.
My mother found many things she didn't want to part with. This is understandable. We've all gone through the I-used-to-love-it-but-now-it's-time to-say-goodbye syndrome. Especially hard are the items that belonged to her parents. I reminded her she had a lot of special things from her parents and there just wasn't room for her to keep lots of it. She agreed readily and reluctantly. In the end it was all good.
I started to think how we at times live our lives in the basement of our making. All those memories crowding in can be a blessing. For some of us though, it can be a curse. Cleaning out the corners and getting rid of old memories-the painful ones-isn't always easy. Holding onto the sweet recollections is painful too though in a good way as we realize how much we miss our loved ones who have gone home to Jesus.
What if we could give the hurtful past over to God to throw on the trash heap? He'd haul it away and take it to the dump for us. What if the things we refused to get rid of were only the good, happy memories that make us laugh and sometimes cry in a good way? We tend to forget God not only can do this for us but wants to do it for us.
We threw away a lot of trash this past weekend. The pile was huge! There was a certain satisfaction in the purge. My parents were relieved to have it done. I was glad to walk away with some treasures. Treasured memories of God's goodness in my life. Past, present and future.

God's Temple

Wow! Dieting. Can I just say it stinks? Up a pound, down a pound. Why does chocolate have to be fattening? Why does everything that tastes great have to be fattening? Well, not everything but...yeah, I'm whining.
Eating healthy isn't really that hard. We just have to do it. I'll even admit there are alot of healthy choices that taste pretty good. Not great, but good.
I am one of those people who has struggled in a lifelong battle with their weight . I need to stop struggling and start eating better. And exercising. But Zumba? I seriously think I would hurt myself doing that. Or I'd kick someone else. Even in college I stayed to the back of the aerobics class. In a big tshirt and baggy sweatpants. Spandex? Now I'm really laughing.
I know God wouldn't like my complaining. Why do we struggle with food? All those folks with eating disorders. It's very sad. Whether you overeat or don't eat enough I think I may know the culprit. We aren't asking the right person for a plan.
God made our bodies to take in nutrition. A good, well rounded dose of it. Plenty of water and exercise too. Our body is a temple, right? Mine needs a lot less plaster and brick. If that was accomplished, maybe my curtains wouldn't need to be so heavy.
I think asking God to be our fitness coach and dietitian is the best goal we can achieve. When I have been in faithful prayer for help in this area of my life, I am stunned at how unappealing those chips suddenly look. God can even be my diet buddy? How cool is that? Never saw that coming. Asking and receiving is really awesome. I thank God for His encouragement in every area of my life. Wonder how we'd do at Zumba?

God's Loaves and Fishes

One of my favorite miracles Jesus performed was the feeding of the five thousand. Even when I was little, I thought it would be cool to eat lunch with Jesus. And I wanted to see those fishes and loaves keep on a-comin' from the baskets at His command. I wanted to run and play with the kids from Biblical times-well, you get the idea. The bottom line was that God takes care of us and gives us abundantly when it appears it just isn't in the cards. The reality of the situation can overpower our human thinking. We tend to forget that even now, God is the God of miracles.
We have all sighed in defeat at having one of those days. But when a day turns into a week, month and unfortunately at times a year or longer, we can really feel beaten down. Maybe we compare ourselves to the big fish at work. We feel like a guppy next to them. Among our friends we many feel like a pebble as their lives become "boulder". Sometimes, the hurt lies among family members. We feel like a crumb being swept away.
Here's the truth of those times. God has a plan for us. His plan for me is different than His plan for you. Comparing ourselves to others is really a waste of time. Our accomplishments may seem guppy-sized but by going about our tasks with a whale-sized heart we shine in our own light. And there is something to be said for a "boulder" sized life. It can roll down hill with no power to stop.
As for the crumbs or crummy way we may feel, it is a lie. We are not crumbs; we are loaves. Some us are made like wheat-we may bend in the wind but we spring right back up. Some of us are a nutty/fruity type of bread. Sweet but standing strong when needed. You might feel you'd be more of the plain white loaf variety. Maybe you feel because of this, folks have nibbled away at you because you aren't as snazzy as other types of bread. Not so. Because as ridiculous as you may find comparing yourself to a type of of bread may be remember this; God is the baker. He has made you to be just who you were supposed to be. God is also the yeast. With Him standing firm beside us-and He always does-we can rise higher than the rooftop in strength. Because He is our strength.
Don't be afraid to stand firm for whatever or whoever it is you are fighting or fighting for. God is right there fighting with you. Rising you up to heights of strength you never thought possible.

God's VBS

It's Vacation Bible School-yes I'm captalizing it-for many of us. I have great memories of Bible School! And so whether I am teaching, crafting or whatever, I want the little ones entrusted to my care to have fun like I did back in the day.
This year, I am helping out in crafts. A friend of mine is in charge. God bless her straight to Heaven. I don't think I could count out all the items needed for one day of crafts, let alone five. Yesterday we painted. Yeah...'nuff said there. Today, we made tamborines out of paper plates. Hole punched rims served as perilous tunnels to which ribbons were fed through. Little jingle bells were attached to make joyous music unto the Lord and decorate everything up right.
Though some of the boys wanted "manly" colors of ribbon and some girls wanted "brighter" colors, they all turned out beautifully. Stringing the ribbons through the bells and even the holes of the plates was daunting for some of us (and yes, that includes this craft helper.)
One little girl had many questions which I happily obliged to answer. When I was across the table helping someone else and her teacher approached to offer assistance, she waved her off. "I want her," she said pointing to me. I now have a new bff. Honestly, it warmed my heart since my children not only are embarrassed to be seen with me in public but treat me as though I have the plague at home too.
I marveled at the three year olds. I forgot how little these special ones are. I noticed one child's small hand smudged with paint. The tiny browness of it made me want to cuddle her close. Then again, since I'm the reincarnation of Typhoid Mary I refrained. Don't want to give the cheese touch to anyone else.
As I run here and there for crafts I ponder how God would run VBS. It would be run perfectly I know. That's a given. But I think it would be full of special moments. Loads of hugs, laughter and a deeper understanding of who our awesome God really is. And, this realization doesn't include only the children. We adults are reminded of Him too and all He sacrificed for us. I look around at our VBS and know we are pretty darn close to having accomplished all God would want us to achieve! Thanks to everyone everywhere who is doing the same this summer for God and His children-no matter what the age!

God's Rest

I am exhausted! This whole week has been topsy-turvey for me. Ever been there? Sure you have. We all have been. Not only physically tired but mentally as well. It isn't pretty.
My husband has been traveling again. Last full week of school Yikes, is all I can say.
And, I don't sleep as well without him here. It isn't as nice as one would think to have the bed all to themselves. Actually, it's oddly huge.
The kids have been great until the last morning. As usual on Saturday morning, my two youngest were fighting over the television. So, when they lost that privledge, a screaming fit ensued from my daughter. It was way too early for that situation.
The dragging of my person out of bed began far too early. I've decided after I clean the bathrooms, I'm taking myself out for a movie. And hopefully no one will call or text me to interrupt it. Hopefully.
I think about the difference between sleep and rest. Didn't someone say a body at rest stays at rest? When exactly does that occur?
I wonder what God did on the seventh day when He rested? It had to be awesome. He's God. Maybe He went to one of His new beaches? Or, perhaps he's more of a mountain guy?
All I know is that when I am able to truly rest and/or sleep I am grateful! God definately knew what He was doing when He created us. We do need a break to rejuvenate. A slowing of the mind and everything else. Thank you God for sleep! Now, about that siesta for today...

God's Family

A couple of weekends ago we went down to see our families. Interesting creatures families. Whether you are close or not, functional or not, nasty or not, sitting back to look in from the outside can be very educational.
One can begin to see why they enjoy the company of one sibling over another. Why a favorite aunt is indeed a favorite aunt. Why there is humble gratitude that there are only plastic forks on the table and not real "weaponry" as your least admired and most annoying relative sits next to you. Unvited.
Sometimes the realization hits that one is moving into the role of their parents as their parents move into the roll of our grandparents. It can be an ugly thing when this reality hits or it can be full of warm blessings.
We tend to reflect upon our own family. Are we doing a good job of parenting our children? Are we as supportive of a spouse as we could be? And then the really important questions begin to occur. Is the bathroom floor as clean as it should be?
Seriously, the important questions that really do come to mind may be more like, "Are we instilling good values in our children?" Or, most importantly, "Do they have that personal relationship with God that we hope they have?" Have we talked about God, religion, prayer enough with our children?
Daunting as it can be and as hard as it may be, we need to turn this over to God. Yeah, dump it all right back into His lap. Especially the worry. It amazes me how His peace can settle on and calm my heart. It also blows me away what information comes to mind to help in parenting. But, why should it? God is the perfect parent. Loving us no matter what. Sending His son to take our place. We didn't deserve that but God did it anyway. Again, because He loves us. Pretty cool family to be a part of.

God's Vacation

It's vacation time for many of us. As for me and my house, we will follow the Lord and my husband back down to Disney. And yes, when we go I will have one more child on my hands. Not to mention myself who acts wholeheartedly like a ten year old getting my crazy on.
Still, it would have been fun to do something a little different. Going out west to see the Grand Canyon or Mount Rushmore. Heading east to Philly or Beantown or even New York. Taking the journey down South. Anywhere is good for me in the Motherland. But it's back to MouseTown we go.
Honestly, I do love it. The Magic Kingdom is my favorite though I do get pretty giddy over everything. Then I started thinking. I should be thankful we can go on vacation. Many people can't afford it. And some people never make it to Cinderella's castle. So, complaining is really pretty selfish.
I'm thankful my husband has a job. I'm thankful I have a husband. And, I'm thankful God has blessed us with this wonderful trip. I ponder, does God ever wish He could go on vacation? I mean, since that whole "and He rested on the seventh day" thing, He never really gets a break.
True, He's perfect and always with us so He doesn't need one. But if He could, where would He go? Then again, if He's always with us, doesn't He go on Space Mountain and Peter Pan? I'm sure He's laughing along with us especially as I scream my way through Mount Everest. Maybe God's vacation entails what He blesses us with. And enjoying every minute of His children's happiness as much as they do.

God's Spring Break

Well, it is spring break time again. Many people head out on vacation. Many to a warmer climate. Which for us living in the Midwest, would be just about anywhere. Even Canada. We are staying home this spring break. We had planned to go on a short trip to see my parents but it didn't work out. It's okay; I enjoy hanging around home with the kids and doing things here. But, it's only Monday and two of the three are in their rooms until midafternoon. Bathroom privileges only. But seriously-it's okay. Sleeping in was definately in the plan. Being blasted from our bed by bickering was not. Hence the ongoing fusses which led to the aforementioned isolation in separate bedrooms. Getting up at 5 am to take out the trash was also not in the plan. But considering it's tornado season and the gales have been uncommonly strong lately, I didn't feel like chasing it all over our street. And the next. And the next. Did I mention it really was okay? My husband is away this week with his job. Not diggin' the whole single parent thing. Those of you who do this on a full-time basis, my hat is off to you. And, my prayers are with you. Still, museum and movie choices abound. Staying up later with one lucky child to do something fun is also on the agenda. Misunderstanding this entails taking turns (one child per night) has led to some hurt feelings along with tears but again, it's okay. I have to keep reminding myself that not only is this spring break but it is also Holy Week. Wait-what? Yes, Holy Week. Am I pausing to ponder all that Jesus did for me? What this week should mean to me-including talking about it to my kids-but also what it meant to Him? The One who gave all for all of us? It finally dawned on me several years ago what all Jesus went through for us. It was the year my husband and I made it to all the Lenten services. Pre-kid era. Yes, I remember what that was like. Vaguely. I was amazed that Someone could love me that much! Who loves us like that? Nobody. As I travel along this week wading through the aisles of Easter candy, remembering to send those Easter cards and being mom/regulator I need to take the time to consider all that has been done for me and my family. Thanks to God. Thank you for loving us unconditionally. Thank you for sending your Son. And, thank you for not taking a break during spring to do so!

God's Clothes

It's springtime and that means so many things to so many people! But to me, the clothes horse, it means a new wardrobe. Oops, I mean wardrobe pieces. To spruce up the clothes from last spring. Yes, exactly. So, I of course have been shopping. Easter dresses/outfits and then the barrage of extras I pick up along the way. A cute blouse here, a fun t-shirt there. I enjoy shopping for the entire fam, not just myself. However, this year the clothes have gone beyond interesting. Colors and ruffles and fabric roses are not only out of control but downright scary. I mean some of it works. But most of it only works on the mannequin. You've all heard the line, "It looks better on than it does on the hanger." Not this year. Trust me. I saw the cutest dressy tank on a mannequin. (I wish they'd put the heads back on them.) It was a blue, purple and white design. When I found it on the rack and held it up, I swore it was the wrong tank. It didn't look so cute. It looked like someone had drunk a vanilla blueberry shake, (for fun eaten some violets) and then gotten violently ill all over the shirt. I'm serious. My husband always comments that men's fashions really don't change that much. Basically, I agree. I look at the suits in the old photos men wore when my grandfathers and great grandfathers were young. Not too many things differ in what I see men wear today. How is this fair? Think of all we women have been through! Corsets to girdles to underwire bras! No wonder women burned them a few decades ago. I say stoke up the bonfire again sisters! As I drool over the few nice things I see, I'm taken back to the verses in the Bible about worry. Jesus is saying don't worry about what you'll eat, drink OR wear. Even Solomon in his finest was not near as beautiful as the lillies in the valley. Have you ever seen a meadow of wildflowers? Or tame ones for that matter? The mountains rising gently before you? It's not only beautiful; it is breathtaking. God clothes all of us. Sure, he doesn't make up the colors that are out there on the racks-or the styles for that matter. But, He does clothe us. In love. In humility. In trust. And forgiveness. Plus about a hundred other areas. Maybe that's what we should all be gazing at this spring.

God's Laughter

Is there any other gift that really keeps on giving like the gift of laughter? It has been said a good belly laugh is good for your health. The Bible says laughter doeth good like a medicine. Hmmm... How many of us really experience a good healthy chuckle every day? Is it because we fail to see the humor and happiness in our lives? Don't we all know someone that can laugh in almost every circumstance? Where does that joy come from? It has been theorized that happiness and joy are two different things. Having joy fills you up; happy comes and goes I guess. I'm not for sure on that one. Also, how many of us have heard, "It's not what happens to you-it's how you react to it." Really? I believe this is true. But since I am very much a type A personality, it is hard for me to react positively in some circumstances. Like driving. Dealing with our dog. Rude sales people. Rude people in general. Bullies ( and that would be young and old alike). People who annoy me on a regular basis-I feel this differs from rude people. Diet food. Cleaning. Yes, this list could go on and on. So, I try to breathe evenly and look at the bright side of my pet peeves. At least we have a car that runs. Maybe rude people are unhappy about a sad situation. Ditto for the bullies. Diet food helps us lose weight. I do have a house to live in to clean. Notice I left out the dog. Sorry, that may be a blog yet to come. I recently did my first official speaking engagement. I was terrified and as I spoke it was all very surreal. Yet my biggest fear realized, the women there laughed heartily. Some laughed so hard they cried. I prayed about my huge, huge fear. God told me, "THEY WILL LAUGH." He was right. And I was so appreciative. For the support of these women. For their their friendships and confidence in me. I am glad God gave me the gift to look at situations and bring humor and a tad bit of sarcasm to them. I'm glad when I share my experiences with people it does make them giggle. Most of all I'm glad God has blessed us with laughter. He wants us to be happy AND joyful. I'm sure of it. Share your gifts with others. Not only will God smile, He may get a good belly laugh Himself.

God's Finer Things

I recently spent an awesome evening with a group of special ladies. Some I've known for years, others I met that night. We had a great time. Lots of laughter, lots of Jesus and a few tears.
I marvel at friendships. They come and go. The really strong ones endure a lifetime. The best ones find their way back to each other after a misunderstanding. Why? Because the people involved were humble enough to admit their mistakes and apologize. Those are the strongest. Those are the most cherished. Those are the best.
As women, we tend to guard our friendships and not always let new girls in. I've heard it said that men need women for intimacy and women need women for companionship. Maybe even as the mother they needed and never received. Don't mess with momma-she's a lion. I don't get these relationships. Aren't there plenty of us to go around? Can't we welcome someone new into the pride? Is this still third grade and are we on the playground? I'm warmed to my toes that the ladies I have just started to get to know don't fall into that category. Everyone has a swing on our playground. And everyone is invited to soar as high as they are able.
It is hard to maintain our friendships though. We are in a constant state of go, go, go! Go pick up the kids, go to the store, go out with our husbands-and not only to Menard's please honey-go do some volunteering, go to work... If we are lucky we run into our friends at the grocery store or mall. We chat for a bit and then we are on the go again.
When I'm overwhelmed, I go to my Bible. (Best place to go.) As I'm comforted by God's word and all that Jesus did, I see He had some pretty wonderful friends Himself. His disciples started out fairly clueless but they got the hang of it as time went on. They took up Christ's work. Many of them lost their lives because of it. Yes, it was God's plan for them but it all started out as a friendship. A common thread. Listening to the call of Jesus. A finer thing to be sure.

God's Finer Things

God's Green Eyed Kids

Sometimes we have to be honest with ourselves. Usually, as the saying goes, the truth hurts. However, as the other saying goes, it can also set you free.
A little over a year ago I realized something. I am a jealous person. Just typing that in gives me pause. Yet, when I was truthful with myself upon that realization, I did feel set free. Suddenly, past hurts were pulled into perspective. I felt as though I had had a mental sigh. Relief flooded me. I wasn't embarrassed and only minimally ashamed.
Acknowledging this helped me to open my eyes and begin to heal. Memories rolled in. In college it was as though some of my friends were still on the playground in third grade. I remember thinking jealousy is the cause of a lot of problems in many different circumstances. I didn't mean to be judgmental; I just hadn't concluded it was a problem for me. Other memories helped me conclude a particular friend or relative wasn't always in a closer relationship with someone I loved. It was a different type of relationship. What I shared with whomever was what I was given as a blessing.
How do we combat that green eyed monster? It's not so easy. Shouldn't we take the high road and be happy for people? Yeah, we should but it doesn't always happen. We've all been hurt by the little barbs of envy hidden in a joking comment, wondering why a good friend treated us that way.
When we moved to a bigger house people said things like, "Guess we'll have to hang out with the maid" and "How's life in the palace?" I tried to laugh it off but I was cringing underneath. Finally, someone asked me if I was ever going to invite them into the castle. I responded, "Sure, but you have to swim across the moat first." That pretty much silenced any other comments. Another friend was anxious to see our new home. I was close to humiliation showing it to her. As we walked from room to room she said more than once, "Good for you all." Salve to the swipes left behind by the others.
I think about God telling His people He was/is a jealous God. He meant we are to only worship Him. I guess I think of this as righteous jealousy. The only good kind since He warns us not to be envious. Of anything or anybody. Friends come and go. Family at times feels distant. I think God is having this occur to remind me He is the one constant. Reaching out to Him is what I should be doing and where I should be going. He shares His love with everyone. There's no limit to it for any of us. Look to the cross when you question your importance. The ultimate sacrifice, the ultimate gift. After a blessing like that, we don't need to be jealous of anyone else. We have God's full and complete love. Each and every one of us.

God's Wheel

I have been hit lately with those questions we have all been asked when tragedy occurs. "What kind of God would do this?" And the all popular, "Why?" Questions like these have come my way from a friend who is struggling in their relationship with God. Can any of us answer that? Of course not.
There are several ideas though from many different points of view. One is God always has a plan. Another? You have to trust in God. Other folks would comment that you must always remember God is love. Some say it isn't God; it is the devil. Or it is sin. We have free will, God did not make us robots and we make our choices. My husband had an eye opening view. Even in the garden of Eden, the devil was slithering around. I hadn't heard that before. Mind boggling.
A former pastor once said in a sermon he doesn't know what to say to people who ask him, "Why? Why my wife or child?" The hard part for him is people expect him to have the answer because he is a pastor. He does ponder that perhaps it is because our relationship with God is like a wheel. God wants us right there next to Him in the center of that wheel. However, because we are sinful, selfish and (my personal favorite) think we know better than God we don't ask for His wisdom and do our own thing. We slide out on the axle of our own selfishness if you will.
Let's face it, we do this all the time. And, be honest, how much do we pray when things are just jim dandy? But, when times are hurtful, we are down on our knees. It's like having a friend who only calls you when things are crummy, never when they are a blessing. My sister says sometimes God gets our attention in little ways and sometimes He gets our attention in big ways. No matter what way He gets our attention, we should listen better.
I like the wheel theory. Maybe because I am so visual and it paints a picture I can relate to. God allows some things to happen to bring us back around to Him. When "bad" things have happened to me I usually worry, cry , shake my fist at God or even curse. Not the best choice. I have even turned my back on Him. But He never turned His back on me. He was always there, waiting patiently. He knew I'd come around. I'm not that full of myself, though at times I come pretty close. Since He knows me best-all of us for that matter-He gets that too. Loves us anyway.
We don't always get our answers to "why" or "what kind of". We aren't supposed to. We are suppose to walk with God and listen closely. Stay in the center of God's wheel. The ride is smooth and the view is beautiful!

God's Name

Has anyone noticed that lots of people are taking the Lord's name in vain lately? We hear it in movies, in classrooms, in songs; everywhere. It's almost a cool thing to say, like the latest slang.
Does anyone ever remember that this is a commandment? Putting "damn" behind it is fairly popular too. My friends in the South that I went to school with NEVER said it. And I mean never. I greatly admired them for that. I admired them for a lot but that was the most admirable trait.
The other day I heard my little one say it. I nearly fell over. I explained why we don't say it, that we are to respect God's name. Always. I think she/he understood.
Of course I've said it. I've cursed with it too. I'm not proud of that fact. I pray and ask God to help me recall my advice to my children. God's name is holy. Call on Him in joy and sorrow. Even in anger. But do it properly. He's always there to answer.

God's Rules

A few days ago someone facebooked me these crazy signs and sayings people had in front of their churches. One of my favorites? "What part of thou shalt not don't you understand?"
Interesting question, no? I marvel at God's patience with us. Because we break those top ten rules all the time. All the time. And if we were to try and answer that question, what would we say? No excuse is really viable. We just do it. Like Nike. Only it's called sinning to us Christians.
Sure we try hard not to but it's part of our human nature. Has anyone ever really had an easy time of honoring their parents? It's more like we dream of nursing home placement. Who hasn't slept in because they were too tired to get up and get ready for church? Gossiping? Don't even get me started on that one. And I have to say "ditto" to the whole taking the Lord's name in vain deal. Then there's the big "C". Coveting. Yowsa. I read in the Bible that if you desire someone in your mind/heart-yeah, adultery.
Not pretty. What is pretty awesome is that God loves us. A lot. So much He decided His Son needed to come down to the world He created, live here for thirty-three years or so, teach, preach, love and heal. Then He died for us and rose three days later. So that no matter how many times we don't understand "Thou shalt not" and ask for forgiveness, we've got it. Yowsa!

God's Spring

Seriously, is there really more snow coming? When I went to bed the weatherman said maybe two to four inches. Did you miss the "maybe" in that sentence? Because I clung to it like a life raft. When I got up my husband delivered the cheery news that now they were predicting four to eight inches. Wow.
I know I live in the Midwest. I know it's February. But really? Where's the early spring promised by that famous groundhog? I don't like him anymore. Liar, liar pants on fire. And yes, I'm blogging about the weather. Deal with it. Because I'm gonna have to deal with the snow. Dreaming about retiring in Florida and working at Disney isn't working for me anymore.
Snow is okay for a season. A very short season. It is pretty. It sparkles softly and lays quietly. After a snowfall if you stand outside with a hundred layers on-and I'm not kidding-I'm still surprised at how silent the world is. Then, it can melt the next day. Thank you Jesus.
Thanking Jesus for the melting snow is really only the tip of the iceberg. No pun intended. We really wouldn't appreciate Spring as much if we hadn't gone through winter. With Spring comes the budding of trees and the blooming of flowers. I can't believe that the grass is so incredibly green or the flowers of Spring only last a little while. That makes us appreciate them so much more.
Then, there's Easter. Double wow. Pondering all Christ did for us. Sometimes it's unfathomable. But it's always good. It's always filled with love. True, the Reese's peanut butter eggs rock like no other but that isn't the point. The point is Jesus. Point to the cross, point to Jesus. It's a really cool cycle. So ponder that a little more. I know I will and I will never be able to thank Him enough for His sacrifice. I'm going to mull that over a bit longer while I enjoy my peanut butter eggs. On sale now.

God's Lost

I am feeling a bit lost. My father has had a stroke. Not a mini-stroke like he's been having for the past twelve years but a stroke in the cerebrum. He is now using a walker and when I talk to him on the phone he sounds like an old man. Not good. Scary. Not something I really want to face. I spoke to a friend who's mother isn't doing so well either. We are in very different places. This friend is ready to fight. I admire her spirit. I am coping by crying or sleeping. Shock is another word I'd use. Chocolate yet another favorite. Notice praying isn't making the cut.
I wouldn't say my father and I are particularly close. Yet, there were times if he hadn't been there for me, no one would have been. And he gave me strength when I needed it most. We are a lot a like with the same sarcastic humor. He hides his sensitivity and I wear mine like a badge of honor. His criticisms have given me the courage to fight injustice to children-my own, my friends and sometimes strangers. He has empowered me to tell it like it is.
I forget from time to time how deeply religious he is. He doesn't talk about it often. His God is personal and private to him. When he does talk about his faith, everyone sits up and listens. It is incredibly moving.
I'm trying to make my way back to that moving place. Get past the upset and find that place of prayer and faith. Feeling lost isn't where my Heavenly or earthly father wants me to be.

God's Warrior

Until recently, I have never had much experience with arguing God's existence with people. However, that has now all changed. After a phone call from a family member I learned another family member had made some disparaging comments about God and His existence. It would appear this member does not believe anymore or believes but also in something else. (Yes, I was confused too.) He or she is an adult so what I tried to explain was this was their choice. Sometimes prayer is all we can offer. Shoving back doesn't always work. Especially if a lot of shoving has been done which is part of the case. I really didn't want to get involved. But, I took my own advice and prayed. I asked God to let me know what, if anything, I was supposed to do.
Amazingly enough, the "quote" popped up on my facebook. Prodding by God? So, I commented on it. Let's just say there were several comments after that by both parties and then some. The last comment was thoroughly confusing so I knew it was time to message this member of my familia. Nothing else has been exchanged.
Some said to delete this person. But, I'm not going to. I prayed for God's leading in this. And I felt it in a big, awesome way. The words I wrote were not my own, they were His. The leading I experienced was some of the strongest I have ever known. Perhaps the comments will make this beloved person consider their opinions. Perhaps not. Deleting someone from not only your facebook friends but your life closes a door that God has opened. I have a very strong perception that was not what God had in mind. I can tell you being on fire for God, being his soldier, warrior or whatever one calls it was more than interesting. It was life changing.

God's Children

This weekend my family and I went to a very special presentation. It was High School Musical 2 Jr. and was put on by children who attend Easter Seals. I'm not sure if anyone with special needs can participate or how it works exactly but it was awesome.
These children shone as the lights came up and the music began. I could say it was awe inspiring. I could say I can't believe they did so well. But why? Disabilities are all in the mind. We all have our talents. They are also known as our gifts from God.
Children shouldn't hear "can't". They should be applauded for their efforts, not their outcomes. "Try again" and "You can do it!" resonate. We all need that positive mode of thinking. Not everyone is an artist or athlete. Some of us excel in academics. Or in any of the hundreds of activites that are out there.
One of my children was at Easter Seals for physical therapy for about eight months. I encouraged joining this group for next year's performance. Though I received an, "I dunno," I'm hopeful. I'm also proud of all the accomplishments our child has acheived. Whether taking the stage is in the future or not, I am blessed by the blessing of my children and every child in the world.

God's Walk

As we approach Right to Life Weekend, I'm again like everyone else, bombarded by all different aspects of the arena. No matter where our stance falls, I'm reminded of an article I read in my college's newspaper in the fall of my freshman year.
It was a feature article. The girl who wrote it was commenting on where would Jesus be if He walked the earth today? What would He be doing? Her answers got my attention. They are as follows: Jesus would be at the homeless shelters handing out blankets, (and in my opinion He'd be making sure everyone had a cot), He'd be at the soup kitchens serving food to the hungry and He'd be waiting for women coming out of the abortion clinics. I'd like to take this last comment a step further.
Jesus would also take these women in His arms and tell them He loved them and forgave them. Because that is what I believe Jesus is: forgiveness and love. I'm also reminded that judging people is God's job, not anyone else's. With so many people and such a broad spectrum of feelings on this topic, I think these three components-forgiveness, love and a non-judgemental attitude-are the final sticking points.

God's Witness

Today while driving to the gym (yes, I'm still going), I drove past a truck with a white cross hanging in the window. It reminded me of a couple of stories my father-in-law had told me.
One day he was on his way to give a nursing home service. He stopped to get gas. While paying the attendant mentioned, "I've never seen anyone wear three crosses before." He laughed a little as he realized he was wearing a necklace, ring and tie tack all bearing reminders of Jesus' greatest sacrifice and gift to us.
Another time while in flight for vacation a man noticed his cross necklace. He began talking to my dad-in-law about his vocation, belief system and overall God issues. It was a great conversation; but isn't it always when we witness?
I admit it's hard to witness. We may feel the nudge from God but do we follow it? I once confessed to a friend, "I don't want to look like a Jesus freak." She countered, "Yeah, I used to feel that way. If I'm going to be a freak though, I may as well be one for Jesus. Best type of freak to be." Good point.
I pray a lot for the right words to say when the nudge hits me. Most of the time I'm not witnessing to a stranger. I'm reminding my kids or friends or sister of a Jesus thing. Or, I just tell them I'm praying for you. Then, there's this crazy blog thing I do...
I think about my father-in-law. He's a retired pastor now, however he still fills in where and when needed. An added bonus is he also plays a mean organ. So he can take his pastoral/organist show on the road as he's called to do. He's also someone I can contact when I have a question or am gearing up to lead a Bible study and need some clarity. As I pick out my jewelry for the day, I almost always grab one of my cross necklaces. My father-in-law's wordless witness and conversation starters are a huge reminder of what type of Christian I want to be.

God's Work Out

Does anyone else have a problem with saying twenty-eleven? My husband corrected me when I said two thousand eleven. Whatever you call it, for some of us it is New Year's Resolution time. I haven't made any, but last September I started working out. I took my husband with me so I didn't break anything or hurt myself.
It wasn't as bad as I imagined but I made my husband try everything first so I didn't look like an idiot getting on or off or setting the machines. It went pretty well except I almost slipped off one deal where you had to lie on your stomach and with my slicky pants, it wasn't working.
Then there was one machine I only have ever seen Marines work out on. But there it was. In our gym. I mean, people older than my parents exercise there. So I tried it. It's the one where you sit and reach up and pull the trapeze thingy down. I told my husband to stay next to me. He didn't of course and the next thing I knew, I was airborne. I didn't want to scream but I am a little scared of heights. My hubby rescued me of course like he often times does. He's always watching, just from a distance.
I keep going about two times a week and try to make it three. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. What I find remarkable is the devotion some of these people have to well, basically killing themselves. And, I'm sure you know where I'm going with this.
What if we all had the same devotion to our prayer life? Or reading our Bibles? Or keeping up with our Bible studies? Or going to church regularly? Or trusting God more and more and more? Now there's a New Year's Resolution we could all sink our teeth into!

God's New Year

Is Christmas really over? Did we really keep our hearts in the right place? Admist the running, shopping, wrapping and baking? Did we really remember our Lord and Savior's birthday? In our own ways I think we did. Maybe it wasn't God's way but hopefully it came close.
And now, here we are in another New Year. As our pastor mentioned, some of us may be glad to see 2010 go. Others may be sad to see it end worrying about the next year and what is to come. With God's peace, our pastor reminded, we have all good things. I've had that peace at times but sadly, let it go more times than I'd like to count.
It's in our human nature to try to run things ourselves. Sure, we can take on another committee. Sure, we can juggle five more activities. Sure, we can. I'm sure about only one thing. We can count on God to let us know when and if we really can. He's going to point us in the direction we should go. And we may never see His plan(s) for us coming.
With God at the healm, we have peace. Everything falls into place for us. We say "no" when we should and "yes" when we can. We don't have those early morning anxiety attacks we've gotten so used to. The acid in our stomachs doesn't rise to unwavering levels of taste testing. We may still worry some but God's simple reminder is a good one: the peace that passes all understanding. Look into it, it's an awesome gift to open any time of the year.