"I believe for every drop of rain that falls, a flower grows. I believe that somewhere in the darkest night, a candle glows. I believe for everyone who goes astray, someone will come to show the way. I believe, I believe. I believe above the storm the smallest prayer will still be heard. I believe that Someone in the great somewhere hears every word. Every time I hear a newborn baby cry, or touch a leaf or see the sky, then I know why I believe!" (Frank Sinatra)
Dear God~Thank You...for hearing our every prayer. Thank You that even in the middle of storms, You are always with us. Thank You for constant reminders..that we can always believe in You.♥~thl
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Breath-taking...
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away!" (Anonymous)
Our son is now home from UK after completing his sophomore year! Our daughter has been a KCU graduate for a year! Oh, how time passes so quickly! I definitely miss those moments when they were learning to talk, walk, read and grow into the amazing young people they have become. I miss the adorable handwritten papers from elementary school, the exciting stories at the end of each day and the school concerts.
But now I enjoy hearing their young adult experiences, goals, dreams, laughter and faith journeys. We discuss life as four adults, learning from one another on new and exciting levels. I have a choice at this point in my life. I can mourn for the way things used to be and miss out on joys of today and hopes for tomorrow. Or I can cherish those precious memories I hold close to my heart and decide to embrace each new chapter in this journey of life. Oh, I will always be the wife and mom whose eyes tear up on first days of kindergarten, college and new beginnings. But I refuse to believe that all the breath-taking moments of life are over! I am convinced that God has many more amazing "Wow" opportunities ahead in this life...and the next!
As long as there is breath in me, I will not focus on age and restrictions. I will adjust as best as possible....and continue seeking incredible breath-taking, "Yay, God" moments of love, laughter, life and learning. Although life is not easy or without concerns and complications, I pray that when my journey is complete here, I will leave knowing I was more blessed than burdened, loved each moment of living and lived this life faithfully loving. May each breath we take be embraced, cherished, lived and a reflection of His love and hope! We have THIS moment...may it be breath-taking!♥~thl (written May, 2012)
Our son is now home from UK after completing his sophomore year! Our daughter has been a KCU graduate for a year! Oh, how time passes so quickly! I definitely miss those moments when they were learning to talk, walk, read and grow into the amazing young people they have become. I miss the adorable handwritten papers from elementary school, the exciting stories at the end of each day and the school concerts.
But now I enjoy hearing their young adult experiences, goals, dreams, laughter and faith journeys. We discuss life as four adults, learning from one another on new and exciting levels. I have a choice at this point in my life. I can mourn for the way things used to be and miss out on joys of today and hopes for tomorrow. Or I can cherish those precious memories I hold close to my heart and decide to embrace each new chapter in this journey of life. Oh, I will always be the wife and mom whose eyes tear up on first days of kindergarten, college and new beginnings. But I refuse to believe that all the breath-taking moments of life are over! I am convinced that God has many more amazing "Wow" opportunities ahead in this life...and the next!
As long as there is breath in me, I will not focus on age and restrictions. I will adjust as best as possible....and continue seeking incredible breath-taking, "Yay, God" moments of love, laughter, life and learning. Although life is not easy or without concerns and complications, I pray that when my journey is complete here, I will leave knowing I was more blessed than burdened, loved each moment of living and lived this life faithfully loving. May each breath we take be embraced, cherished, lived and a reflection of His love and hope! We have THIS moment...may it be breath-taking!♥~thl (written May, 2012)
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Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Beautiful Silence
"We need to find God, and He cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls." (Mother Teresa) Dear God~Thank You for silence. Although I love the sounds of family, children, friends, laughter, music and nature, my appreciation for silence has grown over the years. As the chapters of my life unfold, I realize even more that my time with You is beautifully essential. It is You Who knows the plans for my life. It is You Who carries me through each season and storm. It is You Who speaks to my heart, mind and soul knowing my dearest cares and deepest thoughts. May I be still and listen as we walk, talk and share Your love with others...on this journey together...toward Home. ♥~thl
Sky Lights...
Our family is enjoying a wonderful new tradition. Since Micah built our backyard fire pit, we love sitting around it while roasting hotdogs, marshmallows, making S'mores and sharing time together as a family. Last night was one of those precious times we shared under the beautiful sky, while listening to the crickets and frogs in the background. I love looking up into the sky at night and while viewing the moon, stars plus a couple planets above, I thought of a lesson from God.
The light from the stars...the moon...the planets....and yes, even a couple fireflies...was shining beautifully...individually and together. Not one light had to outshine the other. Not one light was less valuable than the other. Each had their own purpose, location and beauty while they all contributed to the glory of God and His creation. I didn't hear them arguing about their differences...or trying to compete with one another about their importance. They simply reflected the light God had given each of them in the unique and varied ways He had designed them. Can't we learn from their beautiful and valuable examples? Wherever He has placed us...however He has created us...whatever gifts He has given us...may we shine for Him as individuals and as His children! Shine, dear ones!♥~thl (originally written in May, 2012)
Monday, October 29, 2012
Tractor Rides...
It’s true. I am not ashamed at all to admit that I am a country girl from the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. I was raised in the country air, went barefoot often (and still do), played in the dirt, grew up “speaking Southern” and was even baptized in a creek. I still say “y’all,” love the country and will never forget the amazing lessons I learned from living back home.
Today reminded me of one of those lessons. On our way home from running errands, Tim and I saw an old tractor sitting by the road. It looked like it had been around for a few decades and I immediately wondered about its history. Who all had driven it? How many fields had it mowed, raked or plowed? Did some young couple purchase it with their hard-earned money after securing their newly acquired farm? Did a father proudly teach his children how to work the land from the seat of that tractor?
I was quickly drawn back to my childhood days. Tractors were frequently seen driving up and down Route 42 in Craig County, Virginia. My Granddaddy Howard had one in his barn on the farm behind our house. Neighbors in our community quickly waved at us as they passed by on their tractors. Sometimes, they even stopped to inform us of the latest news or share new produce fresh from their gardens.
Perhaps my greatest memory is riding on the tractor with my Dad. We sometimes rode to Granddaddy’s farm, or to a neighbor or relative’s house to help in some way. As a little girl, I remember how huge those back tires looked and I knew they were much larger than me. I remember the loud noise the engine made as Dad accelerated across the road, paths and fields. No, there were no car seats or seat belts back then. There wasn’t air conditioning, (except that amazing, mountain air) or a radio to play music on the trip. It was Dad driving and me holding on as we traveled. Of course, there was danger…much more than I realized as a child. But I knew my Dad was driving and I felt safe. I didn’t know how to drive then…but I knew how to hold on. I knew nothing about the mechanics of the engine, terrain of the land, road conditions or the task before us. But I knew my Dad was driving. That was all that mattered. We would laugh. We would talk. We would sing. Sometimes he would point out a deer, fox or other country creature along the way. Sometimes we would just enjoy the peaceful moments as we traveled together. Sometimes we got caught in the rain. But I knew my Dad was driving and he would get me safely home. I was always ready to jump on the tractor when Dad asked me to go along. I knew it was going to be an interesting, peaceful and wonderful adventure I could trust because my Dad was driving.
As Tim and I returned home today, he immediately smiled as I glanced at the old tractor and said, “I have a devotion thought about that.” Tim knew my mind was already working and asked how a tractor could be used as a devotion. As I reflected on the wonderful memories of riding that tractor with my Dad, I simply shared with Tim that I never minded the journeys because I knew Dad was driving…and I trusted him completely. Isn’t that how we should travel each step of our journey in this life? I know my Heavenly Father is driving…and leading me Home. I know He is capable of taking care of me no matter how large the obstacles seem, or how loud the noise surrounds us, or if we get caught in the rain, or if the path becomes steep or slippery. I don’t have all the answers. I don’t know how to explain the hows of the journey. But one thing I do know is Who is driving and that I trust Him as the journey continues. I may laugh, sing or be silent at times. I may even cry…just as I did when Dad drove me home on the tractor after my bike wreck. Dad wrapped my injured, bloody hand up with his white handkerchief, put me on the tractor and took me home to heal. Thanks, Dad, for all the memories on the tractor. Thank You, God, for leading me on this journey Home to You. I am always grateful when I know I can trust Who is driving.♥~thl
Today reminded me of one of those lessons. On our way home from running errands, Tim and I saw an old tractor sitting by the road. It looked like it had been around for a few decades and I immediately wondered about its history. Who all had driven it? How many fields had it mowed, raked or plowed? Did some young couple purchase it with their hard-earned money after securing their newly acquired farm? Did a father proudly teach his children how to work the land from the seat of that tractor?
I was quickly drawn back to my childhood days. Tractors were frequently seen driving up and down Route 42 in Craig County, Virginia. My Granddaddy Howard had one in his barn on the farm behind our house. Neighbors in our community quickly waved at us as they passed by on their tractors. Sometimes, they even stopped to inform us of the latest news or share new produce fresh from their gardens.
Perhaps my greatest memory is riding on the tractor with my Dad. We sometimes rode to Granddaddy’s farm, or to a neighbor or relative’s house to help in some way. As a little girl, I remember how huge those back tires looked and I knew they were much larger than me. I remember the loud noise the engine made as Dad accelerated across the road, paths and fields. No, there were no car seats or seat belts back then. There wasn’t air conditioning, (except that amazing, mountain air) or a radio to play music on the trip. It was Dad driving and me holding on as we traveled. Of course, there was danger…much more than I realized as a child. But I knew my Dad was driving and I felt safe. I didn’t know how to drive then…but I knew how to hold on. I knew nothing about the mechanics of the engine, terrain of the land, road conditions or the task before us. But I knew my Dad was driving. That was all that mattered. We would laugh. We would talk. We would sing. Sometimes he would point out a deer, fox or other country creature along the way. Sometimes we would just enjoy the peaceful moments as we traveled together. Sometimes we got caught in the rain. But I knew my Dad was driving and he would get me safely home. I was always ready to jump on the tractor when Dad asked me to go along. I knew it was going to be an interesting, peaceful and wonderful adventure I could trust because my Dad was driving.
As Tim and I returned home today, he immediately smiled as I glanced at the old tractor and said, “I have a devotion thought about that.” Tim knew my mind was already working and asked how a tractor could be used as a devotion. As I reflected on the wonderful memories of riding that tractor with my Dad, I simply shared with Tim that I never minded the journeys because I knew Dad was driving…and I trusted him completely. Isn’t that how we should travel each step of our journey in this life? I know my Heavenly Father is driving…and leading me Home. I know He is capable of taking care of me no matter how large the obstacles seem, or how loud the noise surrounds us, or if we get caught in the rain, or if the path becomes steep or slippery. I don’t have all the answers. I don’t know how to explain the hows of the journey. But one thing I do know is Who is driving and that I trust Him as the journey continues. I may laugh, sing or be silent at times. I may even cry…just as I did when Dad drove me home on the tractor after my bike wreck. Dad wrapped my injured, bloody hand up with his white handkerchief, put me on the tractor and took me home to heal. Thanks, Dad, for all the memories on the tractor. Thank You, God, for leading me on this journey Home to You. I am always grateful when I know I can trust Who is driving.♥~thl
Being Still or Doing Nothing...
"Being still and doing nothing are two different things." (The Karate Kid) In the daily journey of life, may I be still enough to hear His voice. May I do what He says, even if it means giving up my agenda for His answers. May being in His presence become my purpose. One step without Him in this life is one place I never want to be. Every step...or pause..with Him is my desire. I want to be still...with Him. ♥~thl"
Brokenness and Blessings...
Have you ever had one of those days, weeks, months or years? In the middle of our celebrations last week, we were caught a bit off guard by the “other” events. The washer needs replaced. The iron threw flames when it was plugged into the wall. The faucet is dripping. Our daughter’s car began showing the dreaded “Check engine” light. Our lawnmower had to be returned to the dealer for repairs. Our component stereo system didn’t work, which to this family, is like having no oxygen. It wasn’t the best of times for those items to break when we had so much celebration planned.
I wish I could tell you that I was very patient, positive and calm during these ordeals. But I can’t. I wish I could tell you that I sang lots of Christian songs as each discovery was made. But I didn’t. I wish I could tell you that I didn’t get frustrated. But I did. I quickly realized that I had a decision to make. I could be so frustrated that I made myself…and those around me…miserable. Or I could turn my frustration into action and find a way to handle the brokenness. The celebrations could then resume and we would not lose perspective of the total picture. The reason several things were wearing out was because we had been married long enough that the machines needed usual maintenance. The reasons we were celebrating was because we have a precious marriage, two wonderful adult children and a husband who is healthy and able to reach his fiftieth birthday. What would we focus on…brokenness or celebration?
Honesty, we had to focus on both. The brokenness certainly had to be acknowledged and resolved. We couldn’t ignore what needed repaired, restored or replaced. We couldn’t discuss the broken things with clichés or deny them. We had to face the truth and work through them so our lives could resume in a functional, peaceful and positive way. However, we also could not lose sight of all our reasons to celebrate. We had so much to be thrilled about that we could not spend all of our energy merely focusing on brokenness alone. There had to be balance…and a healthy perspective.
I believe life requires a similar balance. There are countless reasons to celebrate. But brokenness is a very real part of life, as well. We cannot deny that relationships often dissolve, hurting people hurt people, disease and illness grip precious lives and, indeed, wounded souls, spirits and hearts surround us. Ignoring the brokenness will not repair, restore or renew lives. We must accept that it exists and respond to it. We cannot simply speak pleasant words or cheesy phrases and wish it away. We have been instructed to “bear one another’s burdens.” We have also been given hearts, minds, souls, abilities and gifts from God to reach out to the brokenhearted with hope and restoration in Him. Yet at the same time, in the middle of all the devastation, we must remember that there is much to celebrate! We are not Home yet!
The brokenness of this world will be replaced with the beauty of Heaven. Suffering will be replaced with the Savior. Doubt will lose to the Divine. Heartbreak will give way to Holiness. Perseverance will give way to Peace…forever.
As the journey continues toward Home, may we keep our eyes on the Eternal…while restoring the broken. This may not be where I belong…but I trust Him in this journey. As He continues to restore my soul, repair my heart, renew my life and refresh my vision…I know I’m still here because He’s not finished with me yet. Now about that leaky faucet….. ♥~thl (originally written May, 2012)
I wish I could tell you that I was very patient, positive and calm during these ordeals. But I can’t. I wish I could tell you that I sang lots of Christian songs as each discovery was made. But I didn’t. I wish I could tell you that I didn’t get frustrated. But I did. I quickly realized that I had a decision to make. I could be so frustrated that I made myself…and those around me…miserable. Or I could turn my frustration into action and find a way to handle the brokenness. The celebrations could then resume and we would not lose perspective of the total picture. The reason several things were wearing out was because we had been married long enough that the machines needed usual maintenance. The reasons we were celebrating was because we have a precious marriage, two wonderful adult children and a husband who is healthy and able to reach his fiftieth birthday. What would we focus on…brokenness or celebration?
Honesty, we had to focus on both. The brokenness certainly had to be acknowledged and resolved. We couldn’t ignore what needed repaired, restored or replaced. We couldn’t discuss the broken things with clichés or deny them. We had to face the truth and work through them so our lives could resume in a functional, peaceful and positive way. However, we also could not lose sight of all our reasons to celebrate. We had so much to be thrilled about that we could not spend all of our energy merely focusing on brokenness alone. There had to be balance…and a healthy perspective.
I believe life requires a similar balance. There are countless reasons to celebrate. But brokenness is a very real part of life, as well. We cannot deny that relationships often dissolve, hurting people hurt people, disease and illness grip precious lives and, indeed, wounded souls, spirits and hearts surround us. Ignoring the brokenness will not repair, restore or renew lives. We must accept that it exists and respond to it. We cannot simply speak pleasant words or cheesy phrases and wish it away. We have been instructed to “bear one another’s burdens.” We have also been given hearts, minds, souls, abilities and gifts from God to reach out to the brokenhearted with hope and restoration in Him. Yet at the same time, in the middle of all the devastation, we must remember that there is much to celebrate! We are not Home yet!
The brokenness of this world will be replaced with the beauty of Heaven. Suffering will be replaced with the Savior. Doubt will lose to the Divine. Heartbreak will give way to Holiness. Perseverance will give way to Peace…forever.
As the journey continues toward Home, may we keep our eyes on the Eternal…while restoring the broken. This may not be where I belong…but I trust Him in this journey. As He continues to restore my soul, repair my heart, renew my life and refresh my vision…I know I’m still here because He’s not finished with me yet. Now about that leaky faucet….. ♥~thl (originally written May, 2012)
Friday, October 26, 2012
Masks...
It happens every day. I wake up, stumble into the kitchen for medicine and a breakfast bar, drag myself to the shower, turn on the music and start a brand new day. Next, I work on getting myself presentable…which is becoming increasingly complicated as I get older. There’s the challenge of getting my hair to do what I want it to do….although straightening it doesn’t keep the waves out…and managing them according to my plan…well, isn’t successful often. Tim says he can see my Cherokee in the coarse texture. So…it’s always a challenge. And then….there’s the face…..
Yes…I thank God daily for my Merle Norman cosmetics collection. Honestly, it’s more like a survival kit for my public presence…and then the routine continues. There’s moisturizer, primer, concealer, foundation, powder, etc., etc., etc.. You get the picture. It’s like trying to accomplish some kind of art form on a pale and aging canvas. I am so thankful that I am able to rise each day, have a safe and comfortable home to live in…a shower to wake me up…and the resources to work on this canvas. I realize there are countless blessings in this daily scenario.
But…in my analytical mind, I have been thinking about this morning routine. I wouldn’t dare go out in public with my face uncovered…or my hair “un-managed” somewhat. Yes…I am “one of those” patients that goes into surgeries with a certain level of cosmetic accomplishment. It’s not that I am overly concerned with perfection. Truly, I realize I will never have a perfect image. It’s more because I know there are scars, imperfections and, even more so, a certain level of vulnerability that I don’t want exposed to the world. I don’t want everyone seeing me that vulnerable, (shocking them), and I don’t want to look that way,(self-preservation), myself.
No…I am not model material. Never was. Never will be. No…I have never been told I represent perfection. Yes, I still play outside with my family, work in the dirt with my flowers and trees, pull my hair back in a ponytail when it’s hot outside and walk around the house with minimal makeup. But…there is a definite limit in how much of the “real, bare-faced me” I allow the world to see.
Don’t most of us do that to some degree? We have that “public side” that we allow others to see, hear and know about us? Then we have a “closer side” that we allow our friends and family to see a bit more openly. But there’s that very vulnerable part of us that we will protect, hide, preserve and…sometimes even deny…that we rarely, if ever, allow others to realize exists within us.
I’m not saying that we shouldn’t have healthy boundaries emotionally, mentally, physically and spiritually. That is essential, actually! What I am referring to is the part of our lives that keeps us from growing, maturing, loving and living with freedom as God intended. Do we actually live in such fear of facing the imperfections, pain and deep, bleeding wounds that we work harder and harder to cover them up…leading to a life of imprisonment...instead of facing the scars so we can embrace life more fully? I sincerely believe that there are many, many precious lives being ruthlessly bombarded by the heartaches, heartbreaks, injustices and incomprehensible attacks satan has released in this world. We cannot live in such a cruel and fallen world without varied degrees of injury and battle scars.
But that leads us to two responses. First, are we willing to share our vulnerable sides with others? Are we able to get beyond pride, embarrassment, guilt, shame, or self-image to accept and release the pain so that we can heal and live for Him freely? Second…and this is a tough one…do we even feel safe enough around others…even those who say they care, love us, call us friends or brothers/sisters…to believe we can be secure in our vulnerability? As we try to uncover the bare truths in our lives, are others honest and realistic enough to accept us…and their own struggles…to allow true freedom and healing?
I wish I had lots of answers. I wish I could offer a neat step-by-step method of making all of this simple, easy and effective. But in the depths of my heart, I know that we have a long way to go on this journey of life…and much to learn in how we handle the rugged mountains, deep valleys, cuts, bruises, disappointments and storms. I also know that we have been given the opportunity and responsibility to share this journey together…and help one another along the way. Some may be stronger while others are weaker at times. There will be some who have gifts of listening, encouraging, holding up and bandaging the wounds. Others will have vital gifts of teaching, leading, protecting and providing. But no one should have to go through this life alone…especially with heavy burdens, broken hearts and bleeding wounds…too afraid to share. Something is so wrong when we claim to know Him…yet we don’t have any idea how much those around us are hurting and hiding. Quite honestly, I wonder if we are sometimes more aware of the wounds in this world…and yet we ignore them…while convincing ourselves that we are too busy or spiritual…to respond. We have too many activities in our jobs, responsibilities…and yes, even in our Churches…to spend time caring. We turn our backs and “promise to pray.” Of course, prayer is an incredible and powerful part of our Christian lives. Yet…do we hide behind the phrase alone to reach out…really reach out…to His other children…the hurting or lost ones?
At the end of the day, it is time to reverse my routine. In order to be healthy, I must wash away the dirt and cosmetics. It is then that I must also evaluate if I truly washed away my own motives in order to be His child. Did I remove the soil of my soul? Did I truly listen to the hearts around me? Did I care about those in my path more than what I was pursuing in my own life? Looking in the mirror, I must honestly decide if my public image measures up to my true self. Am I the same underneath as what I allowed others to see? Or is it totally different? Did what I speak match what I claim? Did my appearance match my attitude? As I apply a moisturizer…yes…even some wrinkle cream…I pray that God will renew my soul, redirect the wrinkles in my life…and help me begin a new day after resting in His arms of forgiveness, love and hope. Tomorrow is a new day. I hope masks are not required.♥~thl
Yes…I thank God daily for my Merle Norman cosmetics collection. Honestly, it’s more like a survival kit for my public presence…and then the routine continues. There’s moisturizer, primer, concealer, foundation, powder, etc., etc., etc.. You get the picture. It’s like trying to accomplish some kind of art form on a pale and aging canvas. I am so thankful that I am able to rise each day, have a safe and comfortable home to live in…a shower to wake me up…and the resources to work on this canvas. I realize there are countless blessings in this daily scenario.
But…in my analytical mind, I have been thinking about this morning routine. I wouldn’t dare go out in public with my face uncovered…or my hair “un-managed” somewhat. Yes…I am “one of those” patients that goes into surgeries with a certain level of cosmetic accomplishment. It’s not that I am overly concerned with perfection. Truly, I realize I will never have a perfect image. It’s more because I know there are scars, imperfections and, even more so, a certain level of vulnerability that I don’t want exposed to the world. I don’t want everyone seeing me that vulnerable, (shocking them), and I don’t want to look that way,(self-preservation), myself.
No…I am not model material. Never was. Never will be. No…I have never been told I represent perfection. Yes, I still play outside with my family, work in the dirt with my flowers and trees, pull my hair back in a ponytail when it’s hot outside and walk around the house with minimal makeup. But…there is a definite limit in how much of the “real, bare-faced me” I allow the world to see.
Don’t most of us do that to some degree? We have that “public side” that we allow others to see, hear and know about us? Then we have a “closer side” that we allow our friends and family to see a bit more openly. But there’s that very vulnerable part of us that we will protect, hide, preserve and…sometimes even deny…that we rarely, if ever, allow others to realize exists within us.
I’m not saying that we shouldn’t have healthy boundaries emotionally, mentally, physically and spiritually. That is essential, actually! What I am referring to is the part of our lives that keeps us from growing, maturing, loving and living with freedom as God intended. Do we actually live in such fear of facing the imperfections, pain and deep, bleeding wounds that we work harder and harder to cover them up…leading to a life of imprisonment...instead of facing the scars so we can embrace life more fully? I sincerely believe that there are many, many precious lives being ruthlessly bombarded by the heartaches, heartbreaks, injustices and incomprehensible attacks satan has released in this world. We cannot live in such a cruel and fallen world without varied degrees of injury and battle scars.
But that leads us to two responses. First, are we willing to share our vulnerable sides with others? Are we able to get beyond pride, embarrassment, guilt, shame, or self-image to accept and release the pain so that we can heal and live for Him freely? Second…and this is a tough one…do we even feel safe enough around others…even those who say they care, love us, call us friends or brothers/sisters…to believe we can be secure in our vulnerability? As we try to uncover the bare truths in our lives, are others honest and realistic enough to accept us…and their own struggles…to allow true freedom and healing?
I wish I had lots of answers. I wish I could offer a neat step-by-step method of making all of this simple, easy and effective. But in the depths of my heart, I know that we have a long way to go on this journey of life…and much to learn in how we handle the rugged mountains, deep valleys, cuts, bruises, disappointments and storms. I also know that we have been given the opportunity and responsibility to share this journey together…and help one another along the way. Some may be stronger while others are weaker at times. There will be some who have gifts of listening, encouraging, holding up and bandaging the wounds. Others will have vital gifts of teaching, leading, protecting and providing. But no one should have to go through this life alone…especially with heavy burdens, broken hearts and bleeding wounds…too afraid to share. Something is so wrong when we claim to know Him…yet we don’t have any idea how much those around us are hurting and hiding. Quite honestly, I wonder if we are sometimes more aware of the wounds in this world…and yet we ignore them…while convincing ourselves that we are too busy or spiritual…to respond. We have too many activities in our jobs, responsibilities…and yes, even in our Churches…to spend time caring. We turn our backs and “promise to pray.” Of course, prayer is an incredible and powerful part of our Christian lives. Yet…do we hide behind the phrase alone to reach out…really reach out…to His other children…the hurting or lost ones?
At the end of the day, it is time to reverse my routine. In order to be healthy, I must wash away the dirt and cosmetics. It is then that I must also evaluate if I truly washed away my own motives in order to be His child. Did I remove the soil of my soul? Did I truly listen to the hearts around me? Did I care about those in my path more than what I was pursuing in my own life? Looking in the mirror, I must honestly decide if my public image measures up to my true self. Am I the same underneath as what I allowed others to see? Or is it totally different? Did what I speak match what I claim? Did my appearance match my attitude? As I apply a moisturizer…yes…even some wrinkle cream…I pray that God will renew my soul, redirect the wrinkles in my life…and help me begin a new day after resting in His arms of forgiveness, love and hope. Tomorrow is a new day. I hope masks are not required.♥~thl
Knowing or Caring?
"People don't care how much you know until they know how much you care." (Mark Twain)
Dear God~May we remember the example of Jesus' life. He knew all...but He cared so much that He gave all. Thank You for blessing us with this life. May we care about others so we can show Your love...and hope...to them. It's not about us...or what we know. It's all about You...and what You have done! ♥~thl
Dear God~May we remember the example of Jesus' life. He knew all...but He cared so much that He gave all. Thank You for blessing us with this life. May we care about others so we can show Your love...and hope...to them. It's not about us...or what we know. It's all about You...and what You have done! ♥~thl
Loss...and what is Precious....
“Loss has been part of my journey. But it has also shown me what is precious.” (N. Sparks)
Occasionally I hear something relatively simple…that becomes very important to me. This quote is one of them. Recently, our daughter gave me a set of movies and as I casually watched one of them, this sentence was spoken at the end. I immediately felt familiarity, reality and pain stir deep within my heart, mind and soul.
It hasn’t been an easy year, to say the least. Those who know me well are aware that since December, I have had three uncles, one aunt, two cousins and our adopted KY Dad pass away. Our family also suffered a heart-breaking tragedy when our six year adoption journey ended…after having our little girl’s picture, info, clothes, toys, room and place in our hearts and family for six months. But it doesn’t stop there. Over the years, life has brought additional and repeated loss to us by death, disease and decisions of others. It has been overwhelming, life-changing, faith-building and painfully unexplainable. But one thing is certain. We are all too familiar with loss.
Of course, we realize that our lives remain very blessed. Many precious people have lost far more than we can ever imagine. Our hearts ache for those who have suffered tremendous pain, suffering and loss in their lives. We have seen families and friends face horrendous tragedies and we would never desire to minimize their experiences or journeys.
So what do we do with loss? It is inevitable in this world. History has shown that loss has consistently co-existed with mankind since time began. Loss of relationships, lives, marriages, families, health, dreams, goals, plans and even kingdoms are nothing new. Sometimes others’ losses seem far removed from our personal lives. Sadly, at other times, loss is much too close…over and over and over again.
It is a bit tempting to discuss the stages of grief since one of my college degrees is in counseling/psychology. But that is certainly not my intention or focus at the moment. For now, it is far more important for me to express my heartfelt thoughts about life…before losses and grief…and life-changing events. How could we possibly handle loss before it happens? Well, in my own personal experiences, I have found a few simple thoughts to be of utmost importance and value prior to loss.
Live…do much more than simply exist! Live as if there is no tomorrow! For tomorrow is not promised to any of us. Live…embracing the gift of each moment, each breath, each day, each opportunity. Do not put off living until “life settles down.” It may not happen. Live…making the most of each conversation, each meal together with loved ones, each celebration, each Sunday drive or each night sitting on the deck looking at the stars. Live…taking nothing for granted. Each trip to town, visit with a friend, family vacation, phone call with a sibling or note to a grandparent…could be the last one we have. Live…realizing that the simple moments are usually the greatest moments. Live…giving your very best in what you do, who you see, how you speak or decisions you make. Live…fully with your heart, mind and soul. Live for Him…with faith, hope, love and peace…and gratitude. Live…
Love…those around you…family, friends, neighbors, anyone placed in your path. Love them in the great times, the daily times, the tough times and the uncertain times. Love them…even if they don’t agree with you. Love them…even if they don’t love you. Love the ones who know you and still love you! See the good in each one and the amazing gifts God has given them. Love their beauty, their wisdom, their life story, their journey, their hopes and dreams. Love the ways they love. Never take anyone for granted. Treat each moment, conversation, meal, movie, hello and goodbye…as if it’s the first and last time you will see them for awhile. It may be. Hug them a little longer. Hold their hand a little tighter. Tell them how much you love them and what they mean to you. Take pictures. Treasure each precious person in your life as a gift from God. They are in your life for a purpose. Laugh together. Cry together. Work together. Play together. Talk about something besides the weather. Speak from your heart. Cherish each moment. Love those you have never met. Pray for those you do and do not know. Pray for the hurting, lost, broken and burdened. Put love and prayers in actions…don’t just stop at words. Anyone can say them. Love means commitment and action. Love that God created you and placed you here for a reason. He loves you. Love Him. Love…and be loved.
Learn. Learn what is important in this life and what is not. Ten years from now, some things won’t matter at all. Ten years from now, some things will matter immensely. Learn to not waste time on the trivial. Learn to make time for what matters, especially loved ones. Learn that there are things we cannot change. Learn that lives are changed by genuinely caring. Learn something new each day…a new word, a new fact about your spouse and children, a new Scripture verse, a new song, or a new way of looking at life. Never stop learning. Life is full of new blessings. Learn to look for them, see them and be grateful for them. Learn to treat others with kindness and respect. Learn to stand for truth. Learn to forgive. Learn to lean on God. Learn to appreciate our wonderful United States of America and others’ sacrifices. Learn…to receive each blessing and to be a blessing. Learn that life is precious, fragile, difficult and amazing. Learn…share it…and learn more.
The list continues as my life lessons unfold but it is simply reduced to this. Facing loss on many levels of my life has taught me that I have a choice. I can stop living because I have lost so much. Or I can live more passionately because I now realize what matters the most! Each moment, loved one, lesson and step of this journey continue to reveal the increasing brilliance of a shining, priceless gift…called life…precious, irreplaceable, never-pass-this-way-again, glorious God-given life. Some seasons are exciting while others are excruciating. Some take our breath while others break our hearts. Some build us up while others tear us apart. But struggles teach us to soar, trials teach us to triumph and burdens lead us to embrace the blessings. And each experience brings more light to what is most precious. I can’t tell you that my heart doesn’t hold an ocean of grief for who and what I have lost. It does. I can’t tell you that no matter what happens, I have a brilliant smile on my face at all times. I don’t. I can’t claim that tears don’t fall behind closed doors or when no one is around. They do. But I can tell you this….I know now…more than ever before…that each loss in this life has given me an incredible reason to realize what I hold dear…those I love, the life I have here on Earth, new life with Him and my loved ones for eternity, and lessons I have learned along the way which changed me forever. Loss is not pleasant. But loss reveals what is most precious. May I live, love and learn each day. This is precious and I don’t want to miss a moment! ♥~thl
Occasionally I hear something relatively simple…that becomes very important to me. This quote is one of them. Recently, our daughter gave me a set of movies and as I casually watched one of them, this sentence was spoken at the end. I immediately felt familiarity, reality and pain stir deep within my heart, mind and soul.
It hasn’t been an easy year, to say the least. Those who know me well are aware that since December, I have had three uncles, one aunt, two cousins and our adopted KY Dad pass away. Our family also suffered a heart-breaking tragedy when our six year adoption journey ended…after having our little girl’s picture, info, clothes, toys, room and place in our hearts and family for six months. But it doesn’t stop there. Over the years, life has brought additional and repeated loss to us by death, disease and decisions of others. It has been overwhelming, life-changing, faith-building and painfully unexplainable. But one thing is certain. We are all too familiar with loss.
Of course, we realize that our lives remain very blessed. Many precious people have lost far more than we can ever imagine. Our hearts ache for those who have suffered tremendous pain, suffering and loss in their lives. We have seen families and friends face horrendous tragedies and we would never desire to minimize their experiences or journeys.
So what do we do with loss? It is inevitable in this world. History has shown that loss has consistently co-existed with mankind since time began. Loss of relationships, lives, marriages, families, health, dreams, goals, plans and even kingdoms are nothing new. Sometimes others’ losses seem far removed from our personal lives. Sadly, at other times, loss is much too close…over and over and over again.
It is a bit tempting to discuss the stages of grief since one of my college degrees is in counseling/psychology. But that is certainly not my intention or focus at the moment. For now, it is far more important for me to express my heartfelt thoughts about life…before losses and grief…and life-changing events. How could we possibly handle loss before it happens? Well, in my own personal experiences, I have found a few simple thoughts to be of utmost importance and value prior to loss.
Live…do much more than simply exist! Live as if there is no tomorrow! For tomorrow is not promised to any of us. Live…embracing the gift of each moment, each breath, each day, each opportunity. Do not put off living until “life settles down.” It may not happen. Live…making the most of each conversation, each meal together with loved ones, each celebration, each Sunday drive or each night sitting on the deck looking at the stars. Live…taking nothing for granted. Each trip to town, visit with a friend, family vacation, phone call with a sibling or note to a grandparent…could be the last one we have. Live…realizing that the simple moments are usually the greatest moments. Live…giving your very best in what you do, who you see, how you speak or decisions you make. Live…fully with your heart, mind and soul. Live for Him…with faith, hope, love and peace…and gratitude. Live…
Love…those around you…family, friends, neighbors, anyone placed in your path. Love them in the great times, the daily times, the tough times and the uncertain times. Love them…even if they don’t agree with you. Love them…even if they don’t love you. Love the ones who know you and still love you! See the good in each one and the amazing gifts God has given them. Love their beauty, their wisdom, their life story, their journey, their hopes and dreams. Love the ways they love. Never take anyone for granted. Treat each moment, conversation, meal, movie, hello and goodbye…as if it’s the first and last time you will see them for awhile. It may be. Hug them a little longer. Hold their hand a little tighter. Tell them how much you love them and what they mean to you. Take pictures. Treasure each precious person in your life as a gift from God. They are in your life for a purpose. Laugh together. Cry together. Work together. Play together. Talk about something besides the weather. Speak from your heart. Cherish each moment. Love those you have never met. Pray for those you do and do not know. Pray for the hurting, lost, broken and burdened. Put love and prayers in actions…don’t just stop at words. Anyone can say them. Love means commitment and action. Love that God created you and placed you here for a reason. He loves you. Love Him. Love…and be loved.
Learn. Learn what is important in this life and what is not. Ten years from now, some things won’t matter at all. Ten years from now, some things will matter immensely. Learn to not waste time on the trivial. Learn to make time for what matters, especially loved ones. Learn that there are things we cannot change. Learn that lives are changed by genuinely caring. Learn something new each day…a new word, a new fact about your spouse and children, a new Scripture verse, a new song, or a new way of looking at life. Never stop learning. Life is full of new blessings. Learn to look for them, see them and be grateful for them. Learn to treat others with kindness and respect. Learn to stand for truth. Learn to forgive. Learn to lean on God. Learn to appreciate our wonderful United States of America and others’ sacrifices. Learn…to receive each blessing and to be a blessing. Learn that life is precious, fragile, difficult and amazing. Learn…share it…and learn more.
The list continues as my life lessons unfold but it is simply reduced to this. Facing loss on many levels of my life has taught me that I have a choice. I can stop living because I have lost so much. Or I can live more passionately because I now realize what matters the most! Each moment, loved one, lesson and step of this journey continue to reveal the increasing brilliance of a shining, priceless gift…called life…precious, irreplaceable, never-pass-this-way-again, glorious God-given life. Some seasons are exciting while others are excruciating. Some take our breath while others break our hearts. Some build us up while others tear us apart. But struggles teach us to soar, trials teach us to triumph and burdens lead us to embrace the blessings. And each experience brings more light to what is most precious. I can’t tell you that my heart doesn’t hold an ocean of grief for who and what I have lost. It does. I can’t tell you that no matter what happens, I have a brilliant smile on my face at all times. I don’t. I can’t claim that tears don’t fall behind closed doors or when no one is around. They do. But I can tell you this….I know now…more than ever before…that each loss in this life has given me an incredible reason to realize what I hold dear…those I love, the life I have here on Earth, new life with Him and my loved ones for eternity, and lessons I have learned along the way which changed me forever. Loss is not pleasant. But loss reveals what is most precious. May I live, love and learn each day. This is precious and I don’t want to miss a moment! ♥~thl
One of those days...
It's just one of those days...one of those days I want to live in a cabin, on top of a mountain, with a fire in the fireplace at night, classical music playing softly, sitting on the front porch watching God's beautiful creation, it's just God, my family and me for awhile, let the tears flow...the laughter erupt...the silence speak...and God's Spirit flow, peaceful, it's ok to feel, restful and healing days. I don't mind days like this. It's a time to sit in God's lap, listen to Him remind me that He's going to take care of everything...then wipe away my tears, give me a great big hug and help me find another song to sing, dance to enjoy and dream to smile about...because He's not finished with me yet. Yes...I love quiet moments with God. He's got it all figured out. I will trust Him. ♥ ~thl
I May Not...
I may not be wealthy but I am so blessed with genuine love from faithful family and friends. I may not be the healthiest person on the planet but I am so blessed to walk, breathe, work and play. I may not be model material but I am blessed to smile, laugh, love and hug those in my life. I may not be famous but I know I am always loved and never alone. I may not be as intelligent or talented as others...but I thank Him for each moment and pray my life will honor Him above all. I thank God for life, love and leading me on this journey...and each blessing along the way.♥~thl
Really Listening...?
“Why, hello, how are you?” (Now before you say anything, I will immediately find something else to do, somewhere else to go or someone else to talk to before I listen to your response!) Have you ever had that happen to you? Occasionally? Ok…let’s be real…most of the time? Yes…me, too.
It has been a secret goal of mine to conduct an unannounced and informal survey for quite an extended amount of time. I watch, listen, observe and, yes, even participate in conversations with others. I wish I could tell you that most people notice that there’s much more talking than listening in our society. But my observations…and experiences…show otherwise. I wish I could tell you that there is a balance between individuals in conversations. But that doesn’t seem to be the case, either. I wish I could tell you that even when someone takes the time to speak to someone else, they frequently not only avoid listening to the other one…they often avoid even looking at that individual. I have consistently observed that while Person A is talking to Person B, Person A is looking all around the room to find as many others as possible that Person A can speak to before leaving the location. I find this heartbreaking!
It has been my concern for a very, very long time that there is an epidemic of hurting people around us. It has also been my concern that the majority of them are suffering in silence. That may be for several reasons. But perhaps one of the main reasons is because there is a very tragic shortage of people who take the time to listen.
It is never my intention to use Facebook as a platform for my pet peeves. But I do want to share thoughts with my dear friends and family members that may be of encouragement and importance. I have no doubt that many of you have repeatedly experienced the feeling of loneliness in the middle of a crowd of people. I certainly have. Although some of you may find it surprising, I am a very shy person. Seriously…we’re talking painfully shy! It is something I have battled all my life. If I am comfortable around people I know, my shyness factor remains hidden. (That’s why many of you didn’t realize this.) But if I am around a crowd of people or someone I don’t connect with initially, I remain very quiet, reserved and a wallflower, at best. I share this little insight about my shyness for a reason. I know how it feels to be alone although many people are around me. I know what it’s like to watch others interact and feel like I am on the outside looking in. Of course, there are other times when I feel comfortable to chat with others and laugh without hesitation. But the majority of the time, I certainly understand the agonizing pain that often comes when I feel alone…very alone…in a crowd. Sometimes I may not be having the best day. Sometimes I may actually be hiding some very sad news I have recently received. Sometimes, I watch others and wish I was that pretty, that smart, that talented, that popular, that thin, that accepted…and even…that valuable.
My point in sharing this is that we never know what is going on in someone’s heart, mind or life. We may think they are doing great because they appear to be doing well. Yet they could be struggling more than we imagine. Sometimes those that say nothing have so much within to unleash…if only someone would listen. Sometimes those that laugh the most…are hurting the deepest. Sometimes those who seem so popular feel most insecure. Sometimes those who we consider very attractive…do not see anything beautiful about their lives. Sometimes those we believe have it all together…are silently falling apart. Sometimes we just don’t take the time to ask…or listen…or care. We are so busy trying to find our own way that we forget others are also searching, too.
I know we may not be able to solve every issue in another person’s life. But I wonder how much difference it would make if we really listen…closely…deliberately…genuinely…lovingly. I wonder if we could take the time to touch each person in our path with the kindness, hope and love we so deeply crave ourselves. A quote I really appreciate says “To the world you may be just one person. But to one person, you may be the world.” (Brandi Snider) I have been there. Life is a tremendous blessing to me. But many times through the years, I have felt the weight of the world on my shoulders and wondered how I would get through another situation or another concern or another heart break. But when one person…who had no idea what was going on behind my smile or my silence…shared kindness with me, it make all the difference. All it took was knowing that someone cared…at that moment…and saw value in me…and then my perspective, my hope, my determination and even my faith…grew stronger.
Dear friends…if we are too busy to care…we are much too busy!!! There’s something terribly wrong when we wear the name of friends, family, Christian brothers and sisters, neighbors and fellowmen…but we don’t even take the time to listen to someone…or when we can’t take the time to even look at them when we speak so we can hurry on our way. I am not against technology by any means…unless my computer or smart phone is being difficult. Seriously, I am grateful for the many ways we can connect with one another by computers, phones, social media, television, etc.. There are blessings that can arise from technology. But I find it so sad when we spend more time looking at our electronic devices than we spend truly listening to the hearts of those around us. Why do we make time for technology when we have little or no time for those precious lives God has placed in our path to love and reach for Him?
May we realize that life is so very fragile. Who we see or know today may not be with us tomorrow. Perhaps we may not even be here tomorrow. May we realize that our time here is not about increasing popularity or being heard…but about caring…loving…listening…and leading others to a life with God who makes all the difference. Another quote I hold dear to my heart says “I have learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” (Maya Angelou) So…how do we make others feel each day? Do we care enough to listen? Do we care enough to love? I developed a little quote I try to share with our children each day that I hope will make a difference in their lives. I try to always tell them…”You are never alone and always loved.” I pray we all will learn to grasp that truth…and share it with all those we meet on this journey. We just don’t know who is waiting to be heard and loved.♥~thl
Life...
Dear God~The gift of life amazes me. The frailty of life concerns me. The joys of life bless me. The cares of life exhaust me. The responsibilities of life mature me. But Your love in my life overwhelms me, bringing me peace, hope, and purpose to carry on. I walk with You or I could not walk at all. Thank You for holding me in Your arms of love each step of the way.♥~thl
Thursday, October 25, 2012
"Nods From God..."
Today I thank God for special little moments that remind me He continues to walk with me on this journey. I call those unexpected, out of the blue, wow I didn't see that coming, just in time, holding me close no matter what is going on in life reminders...."Nods from God." What a difference it makes knowing He has my life all figured out...when I don't have a clue what to do. Thank You, God, for never letting go. I trust You...and am holding on to You. May I honor You each step of the way.♥~thl
Scars...and Stripes...
As I often watch the American flag wave from our deck, I am constantly reminded of the wonderful blessings and freedoms we enjoy each day and the countless sacrifices given for our precious USA. Yet I have been reminded of something else as I see those “stars and stripes” move so fluently in the breeze along the countryside. I have to wonder….how many “scars and stripes” move among us, also???
I am no stranger to scars. I have quite a few of them which remind me of different seasons in my own life. There are the chicken pox scars on my face, hands and legs from seventh grade. There’s the scar on my hand from a bike vs. fence accident. (The fence won. I lost.) There are scars from multiple surgeries…some were not so exciting...yet one surgery saved the life of our daughter at birth. I am certainly not thrilled to have so many scars. But when I think of the gift of life that came about from enduring surgery so our precious Rachel would arrive safely, it is a scar I do not regret for a moment. That scar represents love and life! Thankfully, the majority of my scars are not obvious. But I know they are there…and why.
But there are other types of scars, aren’t there? And those scars go much deeper than surgical ones. It is my guess that all of us walk around with invisible scars from this journey in life. Perhaps there are wounds from a broken family, a broken marriage, a broken dream, or a broken life. Maybe there was abuse, abandonment…or addictions. Sometimes we are simply broken from loneliness, hopelessness, loss and confusion. Maybe we don’t feel like our lives matter much sometimes. Maybe we thought life was going a certain direction and then it all fell apart…leaving us shattered…and lost…and empty. And what about those who they say they really care about us and will never walk away…but they are nowhere near when we need someone the most…leaving us not only heartbroken…but now forgotten?
I believe it is impossible to go through life without wearing one or more scars, including those invisible ones. It’s an imperfect world…with imperfect people…and we all fall down…sometimes. But do scars define our value…our worth…our purpose…forever? Well…I believe that Someone’s scars…and stripes…define us much more than our own wounds…and bruises...and imperfections. Isaiah 53: 5 says “But He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon Him, and by His wounds we are healed.” (NIV) Knowing that He loved us so much that He endured excruciating pain…horrendous stripes on His back…holes in His hands and feet….humiliation…and death…makes all the difference in my life! If His love went that far for me…then I believe His love…His blood…His sacrifice…and His rising again…are certainly capable of handling all my scars…my wounds…my pain and my purpose.
Honestly, I can’t imagine going through this life without hope, peace, love and joy only He gives. I am very blessed with some incredible family and friends. They have been tremendously supportive for me through lots of life’s struggles. But knowing that He knows my name…my life…my heartaches…my faults…my hidden scars and silent sobs…gives me hope beyond this world and life beyond the present journey. We may have scars…but His stripes…and His sacrifice…covered us with love…and hope.
Do you ever wonder what you will do when you meet Him face to face? Since I have many loved ones in Heaven now…I often wonder what it was like when they saw Him after leaving this life. What did He say to them? What did they say to Him? Did He hug them and welcome them Home? Did they fall to their knees and praise Him in total surrender? It is difficult for me to even imagine the opportunity to be in His presence and see Him in all His glory. I have no doubt I will be totally amazed by His grace, love, mercy and presence. It will probably take me awhile to even speak His precious name. But something I think I would love to ask Him…is if I can touch His hands…His precious, nail-scarred, beautiful, loving hands. It would not be out of doubt that I wish to see them. I would simply hope to respectfully, gratefully and lovingly kiss the precious hands of the One who was wounded for me. If His love for me allowed them to be pierced and scarred…it only seems fitting that I would show my love for Him by kissing those precious hands which bore the nails to change my life forever. I can’t imagine being able to do anything but thank Him...for by His wounds, I will be healed. May I always be grateful for our wonderful America as I see the “stars and stripes” waving each day. May I always be grateful for the One who covered “my scars with His stripes” which now brings hope, peace, love, joy and purpose to my life every day. ♥~thl
I am no stranger to scars. I have quite a few of them which remind me of different seasons in my own life. There are the chicken pox scars on my face, hands and legs from seventh grade. There’s the scar on my hand from a bike vs. fence accident. (The fence won. I lost.) There are scars from multiple surgeries…some were not so exciting...yet one surgery saved the life of our daughter at birth. I am certainly not thrilled to have so many scars. But when I think of the gift of life that came about from enduring surgery so our precious Rachel would arrive safely, it is a scar I do not regret for a moment. That scar represents love and life! Thankfully, the majority of my scars are not obvious. But I know they are there…and why.
But there are other types of scars, aren’t there? And those scars go much deeper than surgical ones. It is my guess that all of us walk around with invisible scars from this journey in life. Perhaps there are wounds from a broken family, a broken marriage, a broken dream, or a broken life. Maybe there was abuse, abandonment…or addictions. Sometimes we are simply broken from loneliness, hopelessness, loss and confusion. Maybe we don’t feel like our lives matter much sometimes. Maybe we thought life was going a certain direction and then it all fell apart…leaving us shattered…and lost…and empty. And what about those who they say they really care about us and will never walk away…but they are nowhere near when we need someone the most…leaving us not only heartbroken…but now forgotten?
I believe it is impossible to go through life without wearing one or more scars, including those invisible ones. It’s an imperfect world…with imperfect people…and we all fall down…sometimes. But do scars define our value…our worth…our purpose…forever? Well…I believe that Someone’s scars…and stripes…define us much more than our own wounds…and bruises...and imperfections. Isaiah 53: 5 says “But He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon Him, and by His wounds we are healed.” (NIV) Knowing that He loved us so much that He endured excruciating pain…horrendous stripes on His back…holes in His hands and feet….humiliation…and death…makes all the difference in my life! If His love went that far for me…then I believe His love…His blood…His sacrifice…and His rising again…are certainly capable of handling all my scars…my wounds…my pain and my purpose.
Honestly, I can’t imagine going through this life without hope, peace, love and joy only He gives. I am very blessed with some incredible family and friends. They have been tremendously supportive for me through lots of life’s struggles. But knowing that He knows my name…my life…my heartaches…my faults…my hidden scars and silent sobs…gives me hope beyond this world and life beyond the present journey. We may have scars…but His stripes…and His sacrifice…covered us with love…and hope.
Do you ever wonder what you will do when you meet Him face to face? Since I have many loved ones in Heaven now…I often wonder what it was like when they saw Him after leaving this life. What did He say to them? What did they say to Him? Did He hug them and welcome them Home? Did they fall to their knees and praise Him in total surrender? It is difficult for me to even imagine the opportunity to be in His presence and see Him in all His glory. I have no doubt I will be totally amazed by His grace, love, mercy and presence. It will probably take me awhile to even speak His precious name. But something I think I would love to ask Him…is if I can touch His hands…His precious, nail-scarred, beautiful, loving hands. It would not be out of doubt that I wish to see them. I would simply hope to respectfully, gratefully and lovingly kiss the precious hands of the One who was wounded for me. If His love for me allowed them to be pierced and scarred…it only seems fitting that I would show my love for Him by kissing those precious hands which bore the nails to change my life forever. I can’t imagine being able to do anything but thank Him...for by His wounds, I will be healed. May I always be grateful for our wonderful America as I see the “stars and stripes” waving each day. May I always be grateful for the One who covered “my scars with His stripes” which now brings hope, peace, love, joy and purpose to my life every day. ♥~thl
Listening, Waiting, Trusting...
Dear God~I am listening, waiting and trusting in You. You know what is in my heart. You are aware of my journey in this life and all it has involved. Thank You for each blessing. Thank You for holding my every burden. My hope, peace, joy and purpose are found in Your love and grace. May each remaining step of my journey honor you. I do not always understand this path.. but I trust the One who leads me.♥~thl
He Knows...
"He knows my name. He knows my every thought. He sees each tear that falls and hears me when I call." Dear God~Thank You....for not only knowing my name...but for knowing everything that has happened in my life...all that is unfolding on so many levels of my life presently...and all that will be involved on my journey in the remaining steps I walk here on Earth. You see my purpose far more clearly than I know. Only You are aware of the tears I never release...and the ones I allow to fall when alone. You hear the longings of my heart, the struggles of my soul and the searching in my life. You hear my spoken prayers, my whispered pleas and my silent thoughts meant only for You. I belong to You and trust You in the darkest nights and on the roughest terrain. I hold Your hand while my feet and heart are bruised and bleeding. Then I see Your nail-scarred hands and feet...and I know You not only know my name...but You know the way Home. I will follow You...♥~thl
Thankful...
This journey of life certainly holds countless twists and turns. We are certainly aware that it is an amazing gift from God. Yet we also realize that it is a tremendously fragile gift. We do not know from one day to the next who will be with us...or who will not. My extended family has seen this truth repeatedly over the last several months. Our college family has also experienced this recently. Today I simply and gratefully thank God for the opportunity to tell each of you that I am thankful for the gift you are in my life. You are so valuable and special...and I thank God for you. Remember...you are never alone and always loved. Cherish each moment and each precious life in your path....while we have these blessings.♥~thl
New Beginnings...
"God specializes in taking what appears to be the end and turning it into a new beginning - it isn't over." (Dave Stone, Southeast Christian Church) Dear God~Thank You for hope! Thank You for new beginnings! Thank You for turning so many tragic endings into new beginnings. Thank You for making triumphs out of trials, messages out of messes and testimonies out of tests. I don't always understand what happens in my life. Ok....there's so very much I don't understand...on many levels. But I know You love me and You know what's best. You will never leave or forsake me...and I trust You through each question, each failure, each heartache, each tear and each step of this journey. You specialize in the impossible, in new beginnings and in bringing hope to some seemingly hopeless situations. No matter what has happened before, what is happening now or what will happen later, I know You are with me....and I am so grateful. Because of You....I can face tomorrow!♥~thl
"Amazing Grace"...
“Amazing Grace” (John Newton)
“Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
T'was Grace that taught my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear
The hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come;
'Tis Grace that brought me safe thus far
and Grace will lead me home.
The Lord has promised good to me.
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.
Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
When we've been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we've first begun.”
What is it about “Amazing Grace” that stirs our hearts, no matter how many times it is shared? I wish I had counted the times I have heard it, sang it, played it or directed it over the years. My earliest memories are singing it at my home church back in Virginia. My Dad was the worship leader at the time and I can still see him standing by the choir while everyone sang it with such reverence, feeling and unity. I remember my Grandma Genny playing it on her upright piano in the corner of her living room. (It was an antique, player piano…with the doors that opened to reveal the inner workings of the player option.) But Grandma didn’t need the player. She played it from her heart…with no sheet music required.
I remember singing it in our youth choir as a teenager. Later, we sang it at KCC/U…sometimes with instrumental accompaniment…and often a cappella. One very special college memory I have is singing in a cave during the beginning of the school year. It was a tradition to travel down the road to Carter Caves, have a cookout and then go inside the caves and sing together at the beginning of each school year. Wow! What a wonderful memory of precious lives singing with God’s awesome creation surrounding us…and the acoustics were incredible!
I remember singing and playing this song during our ministry years…and the joy on so many dear faces…many of whom have now gone Home. What is it about this song? A more recent memory was several years ago when I directed a youth music/drama group at a local congregation…which I named “Audience of One.” We enjoyed contemporary music…but I felt it was important to also remember those faithful hymns. I thought it would be most effective if we sang this song a cappella…with a key change or two included. We sang it during a special trip to the historical Cane Ridge Meeting House in Paris, KY, which was a great experience. But then…there was one Sunday…I shall never forget. These high school teens were amazing young people. They were the kind who would go to prom on Saturday night and sing three services the next morning. They were the kind who would volunteer to “dress up” on occasion…including ties on the guys! They were the kind who knew what it meant to serve others more than self…and remember why we were singing…and to Whom we sang. That Sunday morning, as I stood before them, they were so excited about singing this song. Again…they loved the contemporary songs…but this one was special to them. I usually directed from the back of the room…but this time, they requested that I stand closer to the front because they “wanted to get this right.” As they began singing, I can only say that there was a very real and genuine Presence…in their faces, their hearts, their voices…and all around that place. As a director, I was thrilled. But as a Christian, I was moved! Those young people “got it!” They joined countless others from generations before, who sang the song with reverence, joy, praise and honor to our God of grace! When the song was finished…and the “special little ending” was complete…I dismissed them to take their seats…and I could not imagine what I was about to witness. Grown men in the congregation had tears streaming down their faces. Dads, Moms, Sunday School teachers and Church leaders…were moved to tears. As wonderful as those teens raised their voices, I was well aware that those tears, hearts and lives were not moving because of the delivery…as much as the message! They got it…teens, young adults, parents, children, grandparents, retired and employed. I pray each life continues to sing that song in their hearts as they did that day. There's something about that song.
Recently, I played for a wedding of one of those young people. She requested that I play her favorite hymn, “Amazing Grace.” What a joy it was to prepare all the repertoire that included pre-wedding, wedding and post-wedding music. I enjoyed each moment of rehearsing classical, contemporary Christian, a little bit of Country…and a couple faithful hymns. As much as I loved playing the Classical pieces, as well as all the others…there was something about sharing “Amazing Grace” that day. It had been a favorite of my dear Grandmother’s songs. I had lost yet another relative two days before the wedding. Our family had been through additional losses recently. “Amazing Grace” was a special song to many of us…but I had no idea what was about to happen. I deliberately placed this song approximately halfway through the thirty minute pre-wedding timeframe, thinking it would be a perfect place for something familiar and less “challenging” than some of the other songs. I also thought it would be close enough to the beginning of the service that it would reflect the couple’s faith into the atmosphere more effectively. As expected, there was soft, polite chatter during the pre-wedding music. I truly appreciated this…for it made my role a bit easier and covered up inevitable “oops” notes that I would hit occasionally. Hearing the background of joy, anticipation and love for this special couple…was encouraging and relaxing for me as a pianist. This background was consistent through each song…except for one. When I began playing “Amazing Grace”…there was an immediate hush among the audience. I was surprised, to say the least. But it didn’t take long to realize that a reverence, a respect and a response to the message…filled that room. I didn’t play that song in an exceptional way, by any means. The silence had absolutely nothing to do with the piano or pianist. I was immediately convinced that the same Presence I had experienced for decades when that song was shared…was now among us at this wedding. As far as I knew, not one word was spoken during the time it was played. I have played for weddings since I was fifteen years young…and had never seen this happen before during any pre-wedding music…until I played this song at this wedding.
What is it about that song? Honestly, I can’t answer that alone. Any musician will tell you that it is a beautiful, simple and brief arrangement. It doesn’t require an excessive amount of rehearsal or skill to sing, play or direct it. But perhaps that is part of the answer. Simplicity. For the message is also simple…from a child sitting in a worship service…to a choir singing professionally to a soul hearing it sung by loved ones as Home nears their final grasp…the message is simple…yet oh, so powerful. Grace…amazing grace…an undeserved gift from God…that makes all the difference…and changes lives forever. It reminds us of His hope, His healing, His peace and His promises. It touches wounded hearts, shattered souls, broken bodies and lonely lives. It joins hands from those gone before us to the young at heart with us to the young in years among us. Grace…amazing grace…handed down from the Creator of the Universe…through a simple Carpenter who emptied His own tomb…for the worst of us…to all of us…because of His love for us. I don’t know what that message does for you…but I know it amazes me, heals me, restores me, renews me and challenges me to live it and share it. Dear God, thank You for Your amazing grace. May not only this precious song touch our hearts…but the powerful message change our lives…forever.♥~thl
What is it about “Amazing Grace” that stirs our hearts, no matter how many times it is shared? I wish I had counted the times I have heard it, sang it, played it or directed it over the years. My earliest memories are singing it at my home church back in Virginia. My Dad was the worship leader at the time and I can still see him standing by the choir while everyone sang it with such reverence, feeling and unity. I remember my Grandma Genny playing it on her upright piano in the corner of her living room. (It was an antique, player piano…with the doors that opened to reveal the inner workings of the player option.) But Grandma didn’t need the player. She played it from her heart…with no sheet music required.
I remember singing it in our youth choir as a teenager. Later, we sang it at KCC/U…sometimes with instrumental accompaniment…and often a cappella. One very special college memory I have is singing in a cave during the beginning of the school year. It was a tradition to travel down the road to Carter Caves, have a cookout and then go inside the caves and sing together at the beginning of each school year. Wow! What a wonderful memory of precious lives singing with God’s awesome creation surrounding us…and the acoustics were incredible!
I remember singing and playing this song during our ministry years…and the joy on so many dear faces…many of whom have now gone Home. What is it about this song? A more recent memory was several years ago when I directed a youth music/drama group at a local congregation…which I named “Audience of One.” We enjoyed contemporary music…but I felt it was important to also remember those faithful hymns. I thought it would be most effective if we sang this song a cappella…with a key change or two included. We sang it during a special trip to the historical Cane Ridge Meeting House in Paris, KY, which was a great experience. But then…there was one Sunday…I shall never forget. These high school teens were amazing young people. They were the kind who would go to prom on Saturday night and sing three services the next morning. They were the kind who would volunteer to “dress up” on occasion…including ties on the guys! They were the kind who knew what it meant to serve others more than self…and remember why we were singing…and to Whom we sang. That Sunday morning, as I stood before them, they were so excited about singing this song. Again…they loved the contemporary songs…but this one was special to them. I usually directed from the back of the room…but this time, they requested that I stand closer to the front because they “wanted to get this right.” As they began singing, I can only say that there was a very real and genuine Presence…in their faces, their hearts, their voices…and all around that place. As a director, I was thrilled. But as a Christian, I was moved! Those young people “got it!” They joined countless others from generations before, who sang the song with reverence, joy, praise and honor to our God of grace! When the song was finished…and the “special little ending” was complete…I dismissed them to take their seats…and I could not imagine what I was about to witness. Grown men in the congregation had tears streaming down their faces. Dads, Moms, Sunday School teachers and Church leaders…were moved to tears. As wonderful as those teens raised their voices, I was well aware that those tears, hearts and lives were not moving because of the delivery…as much as the message! They got it…teens, young adults, parents, children, grandparents, retired and employed. I pray each life continues to sing that song in their hearts as they did that day. There's something about that song.
Recently, I played for a wedding of one of those young people. She requested that I play her favorite hymn, “Amazing Grace.” What a joy it was to prepare all the repertoire that included pre-wedding, wedding and post-wedding music. I enjoyed each moment of rehearsing classical, contemporary Christian, a little bit of Country…and a couple faithful hymns. As much as I loved playing the Classical pieces, as well as all the others…there was something about sharing “Amazing Grace” that day. It had been a favorite of my dear Grandmother’s songs. I had lost yet another relative two days before the wedding. Our family had been through additional losses recently. “Amazing Grace” was a special song to many of us…but I had no idea what was about to happen. I deliberately placed this song approximately halfway through the thirty minute pre-wedding timeframe, thinking it would be a perfect place for something familiar and less “challenging” than some of the other songs. I also thought it would be close enough to the beginning of the service that it would reflect the couple’s faith into the atmosphere more effectively. As expected, there was soft, polite chatter during the pre-wedding music. I truly appreciated this…for it made my role a bit easier and covered up inevitable “oops” notes that I would hit occasionally. Hearing the background of joy, anticipation and love for this special couple…was encouraging and relaxing for me as a pianist. This background was consistent through each song…except for one. When I began playing “Amazing Grace”…there was an immediate hush among the audience. I was surprised, to say the least. But it didn’t take long to realize that a reverence, a respect and a response to the message…filled that room. I didn’t play that song in an exceptional way, by any means. The silence had absolutely nothing to do with the piano or pianist. I was immediately convinced that the same Presence I had experienced for decades when that song was shared…was now among us at this wedding. As far as I knew, not one word was spoken during the time it was played. I have played for weddings since I was fifteen years young…and had never seen this happen before during any pre-wedding music…until I played this song at this wedding.
What is it about that song? Honestly, I can’t answer that alone. Any musician will tell you that it is a beautiful, simple and brief arrangement. It doesn’t require an excessive amount of rehearsal or skill to sing, play or direct it. But perhaps that is part of the answer. Simplicity. For the message is also simple…from a child sitting in a worship service…to a choir singing professionally to a soul hearing it sung by loved ones as Home nears their final grasp…the message is simple…yet oh, so powerful. Grace…amazing grace…an undeserved gift from God…that makes all the difference…and changes lives forever. It reminds us of His hope, His healing, His peace and His promises. It touches wounded hearts, shattered souls, broken bodies and lonely lives. It joins hands from those gone before us to the young at heart with us to the young in years among us. Grace…amazing grace…handed down from the Creator of the Universe…through a simple Carpenter who emptied His own tomb…for the worst of us…to all of us…because of His love for us. I don’t know what that message does for you…but I know it amazes me, heals me, restores me, renews me and challenges me to live it and share it. Dear God, thank You for Your amazing grace. May not only this precious song touch our hearts…but the powerful message change our lives…forever.♥~thl
Wounding Words...
My heart is troubled over the senseless shooting in Colorado this morning which ended many lives and deeply wounded others. Life changes so quickly. My son and his friends were watching the same movie in Lexington last night. I thank God for their safety. I pray for the loss of the CO families.
I can't help but also consider another type of wounding that changes lives forever. Those are the words we use to hurt one another. Whether it is what we say to one another or about each other...the wounds are destructive...and sometimes fatal. Dear God, please forgive us when we take life and loved ones for granted. Please help us realize the precious gift of life and loved ones You have given us. As we witness another horrible tragedy that has destroyed lives, we ask You to hold each person close who was involved as well as their friends and families. Please comfort them and heal their brokenness. May they know Your hope, peace and love through the days ahead. And God....please help us look to You in our brokenness, in our wounds and in our healing. Please help us realize the precious opportunity we have at this moment to love one another, to reach out to one another and to share Your hope, peace and purpose with each other....without delay. Thank You for peace that passes our understanding.♥~thl (Written July 20, 2012)
Nothing Ordinary
"Your work matters a great deal to God, to others and to our world. There is no ordinary work. The work God has called you to do is extraordinary. Don't miss out on God's best by taking an ordinary approach to it." (Tom Nelson) Dear God~Thank You for the opportunity You have given me to live this life, at this time, in this way with these precious people. So often I feel so....well....ordinary. I am not the most intelligent, nor the most attractive, nor the most popular, nor the most talented...nor the most well-known person in this world. I have never worn a crown or carried a trophy...or held a prestigious title. I am so.....ordinary...according to worldly standards. However, I have an amazing husband, wonderful children, precious family and friends...and You, the God Who loves me...and that is extraordinary! When I think about the difference love has made in my life...by You, my God and by those who genuinely love me...I realize that love makes all the difference! So I choose to love....love passionately, love genuinely, love unconditionally and love through my last breath. If I live this life without truly loving, I have missed an extraordinary purpose and opportunity. If I live this life only seeing my ordinariness...without Your extraordinary love and plan, I have missed the meaning of my life. For in You, I will find hope, peace, joy, healing, love and an extraordinary purpose. In You, my life is more than daily chores and errands. In You, I realize You know the future plans, the present journey and the past lessons. In You, my ordinary life is transformed into something far more than my own perspective. All I do is for You. All I say is because of You. All I am is because of Your extraordinary love, grace and mercy. So I place my ordinary hopes, dreams, plans and life in the hands of You, an extraordinary God. May I trust You on this extraordinary journey knowing I am never alone and always loved. And that makes this life anything but ordinary! ♥~thl
My Reason...
Thank You, God, for giving me a wonderful reason to always hold onto You...and to life. Although losses abound along this journey, I know I will never lose You. Because of You, I can face tomorrow!♥~thl
Broken Beauty...
"♫ "Something beautiful, something good. All my confusion He understood. All I had to offer Him was brokenness and strife but He made something beautiful of my life." ♫ (Gaither) Dear God~May all the brokenness in our lives...both around us and within us...be surrendered to You. May we realize that brokenness is not the end...but the beginning of a new journey with You. Only You can turn something broken into something blessed. I may not understand why, how or what to do but I definitely understand Who is my hope, my peace, my joy and my reason to love and to live. Thank you, God!♥~thl
You...
Dear God~You created me. You gave me life. You protect me. You provide for me. You hear me. You heal me. You guide me. You sustain me. You give me hope. You hold me. You forgive me. You love me. You value me. Without You, I would not exist. May all I do glorify You. ♥~thl
Renew, Replace, Restore, Refresh, Revive...
Dear God~When my heart aches, You renew it. When my dreams die, You replace them. When life leaves me broken, You restore me. When this journey brings weariness, You refresh me. May I hold onto You as You carry me. I trust You, God. I reach out to You...please revive me. ♥~thl
It's Important That What's Important Stays Important
“It’s so important…that what’s important…stays important.” That’s probably not the most profound statement I have ever made in my life. But I do believe it is one worth holding onto for the rest of my life. Somehow it just fits my simple-yet-anything-but-boring journey in this world.
Recently, Tim and I discussed our lives as a family….where we’ve been…where we are now and where we want to be in our remaining years. It’s so hard to believe that both of our children are adults now. Oh, how those years flew by much too quickly. It’s hard to believe that Tim and I are in the “middle-age” season of our lives. (I know…we don’t act our ages and probably never will.) It’s hard to believe that we are discussing retirement options, where we want to live, how we look forward to having grandchildren someday, how we plan to stay very active in our “golden years” and the dreams and goals we hope to reach in the meantime.
It’s very difficult to believe all that has happened in our time together so far! When we realize that we met almost thirty years ago, it doesn’t seem possible. Yet when we consider all that we have experienced along the way, it is absolutely overwhelming. We have certainly made many mistakes. We quickly learned in our marriage and as parents that next to those very important words “I love you” are the other essential words…”I am sorry.” Oh, if I had a dollar for every time I have had to apologize, well let’s just say I would not be so obsessed with tabulating every item on my shopping list as I go through the stores. Ok…I would probably still do that. But…my apologizes would undoubtedly be most profitable.
Our life has been wonderful. There are precious memories we will always cherish: feeling our unborn babies moving inside of me, holding them in our arms for the first time, hearing them say “Dada” and “Mama” the first time. There are the days they went to kindergarten, elementary, middle and high school, then the day we watched our daughter graduate from college and now we see our son experiencing life as a college student. Those Christmas Eve family devotions we have around the tree…and Christmas morning surprises…and New Year’s Eve birthday parties for our son while we wait for the New Year to begin….are so precious. Oh…and all the vacations to see family…or visit the mountains…or go to the beach...or shop…were awesome! Some of my favorite memories are our “Lorenz Family Singer” moments when we sing four-part harmony in the minivan…or at home in the kitchen or around the table…and we laugh about what a shame it is we never went on the road!
I so love the conversations we have as a family when we talk about exciting times…sad times…confusing times…painful times…while assuring one another that we will always be family no matter what happens in the future. I loved their learning to drive experiences and teaching them to parallel park in our driveway…and the thrill of seeing them holding their first licenses with such excitement! There are the family cookouts, proms, parties, movies, first jobs, laughter, tears, funerals, weddings, concerts, school and Church programs. We have danced to 70s disco music, learned their favorite country music songs and enjoyed moments playing trumpets, flute, guitar, piano and keyboard. We have held one another during losses and broken dreams when there were no words to describe the devastation in our hearts. We have felt the miracle of friendship…and the alienation of loneliness. We have lived life as a family…together...in both rocky times and amazing times…but always in times of unconditional love and commitment.
Yes…life is so blessed. Seasons change. Sometimes it seems life seasons change more quickly than the annual four seasons. It seems like only yesterday I was a little girl singing songs with my Dad as he worked on the car, or playing with my life-long best friend, Karen, or learning the ropes of high school, going to college…(which I never imagined I would be able to do)……and now…in the blink of an eye, I am married, have two adult children and wondering how to best live the rest of my life. Changes occur…not only with time but in life itself. So many, many precious loved ones have passed away. Other have shockingly walked away. Things I never imagined would happen…did. Things I hoped and prayed would happen…didn’t. Some dreams came true beautifully. Others seemed to be snatched from us at the worst possible moments just when they finally seemed within reach. I have lived in places I didn’t know existed. I have not lived in places I always thought I would. My career goals didn’t happen on my schedule. God had other goals in store for me instead. Now I consider those goals along with new ones I never considered previously. So little time…so many decisions…so much unexpected and so little that was expected….Life.
So what do we do with it all? We can easily get lost in the pace, the comparisons, the surprises, the changing routines, the interruptions and the never-ending choices. Life can be so…complicated. How do we handle it…live it…learn from it…embrace it…and protect it? Perhaps my very simplistic thinking is a blessing...occasionally. As I remember times before, I remember that my parents and grandparents didn’t always have conveniences that we have now. There were no microwave ovens, drive-thru restaurants, cell phones, computers or Internet…and Walmart didn’t exist. Food came from the garden. Milk came from our cow. Mom made cottage cheese and butter. There were grocery stores but we went there occasionally…not daily. There was one car per family. Research was done by grabbing the World Book Encyclopedia off the shelf. Telephones were attached to the wall and each family had just one to share. Clothes were washed then dried on the line. In the middle of those “old days,” though, we still had time to visit our neighbors, enjoy family get-togethers, help each another…and listen to one another. I know times change. I certainly don’t wish to surrender my microwave, PC, smart phone or Walmart. But sometimes I think we have so much convenience and so many choices…that we simply forget. We forget what really matters, especially Who matters…and the precious people in our lives we have been blessed to love, care, share and bear life together…a life that truly matters.
As Tim and I talked recently, we considered all that has happened to us, within us and around us. As we tried to make sense of our journey, I simply said…”It’s so important…that what’s important…stays important.” Again, it wasn’t a profound statement. But I do believe it was a simple reminder of our lives past, present and future. It isn’t easy to keep life simple in this world. It isn’t easy to know what to do when life’s twists and turns move us in unexpected directions. There aren’t always answers. We don’t always understand. We lose our way and our purpose so easily…and frequently. Psalm 46: 10 says: “Be still, and know that I am God.” I have recently realized even more deeply the blessing, peace, hope and healing that come from simply being still…so very still…quietly, patiently, totally still…in Him. I cherish the moments I have with Him…as I surrender everything in my life to Him. Listening to Him…trusting Him…and resting in Him…I learn He is most important. The family He has given me is extremely important. Friends and others He places in my life are also important. When all is said and done in my life, I pray that I focused on what was genuinely important.
So much won’t matter when my days are over…and yet so much will matter greatly. In a world of distractions, deception, division and destruction, I pray each breath, each choice, each word, each action and each moment I have left are invested in His love and honor….serving Him, my family and other precious souls…with utmost importance. I pray that I will be still…know that He is God…focus on what matters and release what does not. May the importance of His love become the importance of our lives now…and for eternity. “It’s so important…that what’s important…stays important.”♥~thl
Recently, Tim and I discussed our lives as a family….where we’ve been…where we are now and where we want to be in our remaining years. It’s so hard to believe that both of our children are adults now. Oh, how those years flew by much too quickly. It’s hard to believe that Tim and I are in the “middle-age” season of our lives. (I know…we don’t act our ages and probably never will.) It’s hard to believe that we are discussing retirement options, where we want to live, how we look forward to having grandchildren someday, how we plan to stay very active in our “golden years” and the dreams and goals we hope to reach in the meantime.
It’s very difficult to believe all that has happened in our time together so far! When we realize that we met almost thirty years ago, it doesn’t seem possible. Yet when we consider all that we have experienced along the way, it is absolutely overwhelming. We have certainly made many mistakes. We quickly learned in our marriage and as parents that next to those very important words “I love you” are the other essential words…”I am sorry.” Oh, if I had a dollar for every time I have had to apologize, well let’s just say I would not be so obsessed with tabulating every item on my shopping list as I go through the stores. Ok…I would probably still do that. But…my apologizes would undoubtedly be most profitable.
Our life has been wonderful. There are precious memories we will always cherish: feeling our unborn babies moving inside of me, holding them in our arms for the first time, hearing them say “Dada” and “Mama” the first time. There are the days they went to kindergarten, elementary, middle and high school, then the day we watched our daughter graduate from college and now we see our son experiencing life as a college student. Those Christmas Eve family devotions we have around the tree…and Christmas morning surprises…and New Year’s Eve birthday parties for our son while we wait for the New Year to begin….are so precious. Oh…and all the vacations to see family…or visit the mountains…or go to the beach...or shop…were awesome! Some of my favorite memories are our “Lorenz Family Singer” moments when we sing four-part harmony in the minivan…or at home in the kitchen or around the table…and we laugh about what a shame it is we never went on the road!
I so love the conversations we have as a family when we talk about exciting times…sad times…confusing times…painful times…while assuring one another that we will always be family no matter what happens in the future. I loved their learning to drive experiences and teaching them to parallel park in our driveway…and the thrill of seeing them holding their first licenses with such excitement! There are the family cookouts, proms, parties, movies, first jobs, laughter, tears, funerals, weddings, concerts, school and Church programs. We have danced to 70s disco music, learned their favorite country music songs and enjoyed moments playing trumpets, flute, guitar, piano and keyboard. We have held one another during losses and broken dreams when there were no words to describe the devastation in our hearts. We have felt the miracle of friendship…and the alienation of loneliness. We have lived life as a family…together...in both rocky times and amazing times…but always in times of unconditional love and commitment.
Yes…life is so blessed. Seasons change. Sometimes it seems life seasons change more quickly than the annual four seasons. It seems like only yesterday I was a little girl singing songs with my Dad as he worked on the car, or playing with my life-long best friend, Karen, or learning the ropes of high school, going to college…(which I never imagined I would be able to do)……and now…in the blink of an eye, I am married, have two adult children and wondering how to best live the rest of my life. Changes occur…not only with time but in life itself. So many, many precious loved ones have passed away. Other have shockingly walked away. Things I never imagined would happen…did. Things I hoped and prayed would happen…didn’t. Some dreams came true beautifully. Others seemed to be snatched from us at the worst possible moments just when they finally seemed within reach. I have lived in places I didn’t know existed. I have not lived in places I always thought I would. My career goals didn’t happen on my schedule. God had other goals in store for me instead. Now I consider those goals along with new ones I never considered previously. So little time…so many decisions…so much unexpected and so little that was expected….Life.
So what do we do with it all? We can easily get lost in the pace, the comparisons, the surprises, the changing routines, the interruptions and the never-ending choices. Life can be so…complicated. How do we handle it…live it…learn from it…embrace it…and protect it? Perhaps my very simplistic thinking is a blessing...occasionally. As I remember times before, I remember that my parents and grandparents didn’t always have conveniences that we have now. There were no microwave ovens, drive-thru restaurants, cell phones, computers or Internet…and Walmart didn’t exist. Food came from the garden. Milk came from our cow. Mom made cottage cheese and butter. There were grocery stores but we went there occasionally…not daily. There was one car per family. Research was done by grabbing the World Book Encyclopedia off the shelf. Telephones were attached to the wall and each family had just one to share. Clothes were washed then dried on the line. In the middle of those “old days,” though, we still had time to visit our neighbors, enjoy family get-togethers, help each another…and listen to one another. I know times change. I certainly don’t wish to surrender my microwave, PC, smart phone or Walmart. But sometimes I think we have so much convenience and so many choices…that we simply forget. We forget what really matters, especially Who matters…and the precious people in our lives we have been blessed to love, care, share and bear life together…a life that truly matters.
As Tim and I talked recently, we considered all that has happened to us, within us and around us. As we tried to make sense of our journey, I simply said…”It’s so important…that what’s important…stays important.” Again, it wasn’t a profound statement. But I do believe it was a simple reminder of our lives past, present and future. It isn’t easy to keep life simple in this world. It isn’t easy to know what to do when life’s twists and turns move us in unexpected directions. There aren’t always answers. We don’t always understand. We lose our way and our purpose so easily…and frequently. Psalm 46: 10 says: “Be still, and know that I am God.” I have recently realized even more deeply the blessing, peace, hope and healing that come from simply being still…so very still…quietly, patiently, totally still…in Him. I cherish the moments I have with Him…as I surrender everything in my life to Him. Listening to Him…trusting Him…and resting in Him…I learn He is most important. The family He has given me is extremely important. Friends and others He places in my life are also important. When all is said and done in my life, I pray that I focused on what was genuinely important.
So much won’t matter when my days are over…and yet so much will matter greatly. In a world of distractions, deception, division and destruction, I pray each breath, each choice, each word, each action and each moment I have left are invested in His love and honor….serving Him, my family and other precious souls…with utmost importance. I pray that I will be still…know that He is God…focus on what matters and release what does not. May the importance of His love become the importance of our lives now…and for eternity. “It’s so important…that what’s important…stays important.”♥~thl
Holding Close...
"Draw me close to You....Never let me go..." (MWS) Dear God~I remember holding our children when they were babies. We always held them securely and lovingly. But if the wind was strong, or it began to rain, or if surrounding conditions required extra caution, we held them even closer as we took them to a safer place. Sometimes, when the storms of life surround me...and I feel the wind thrashing against my soul..or the danger of life's vulnerabilities and pain overcoming my heart, I imagine You holding me closer, too. May I remember that wherever I go and whatever I face on this journey, You are with me...always. "...Help me know You are near." ♥~thl
The Serenity Prayer...Full Original Copy
The Full Original Copy of the Serenity Prayer
by Reinhold Niebuhr (1892-1971)
God, give us grace to accept with serenity the things that cannot be changed, Courage to change the things which should be changed, and the Wisdom to distinguish the one from the other.
Living one day at a time, Enjoying one moment at a time, Accepting hardship as a pathway to peace, Taking, as Jesus did, This sinful world as it is, Not as I would have it, Trusting that You will make all things right, If I surrender to Your will, So that I may be reasonably happy in this life, And supremely happy with You forever in the next. Amen.
God, give us grace to accept with serenity the things that cannot be changed, Courage to change the things which should be changed, and the Wisdom to distinguish the one from the other.
Living one day at a time, Enjoying one moment at a time, Accepting hardship as a pathway to peace, Taking, as Jesus did, This sinful world as it is, Not as I would have it, Trusting that You will make all things right, If I surrender to Your will, So that I may be reasonably happy in this life, And supremely happy with You forever in the next. Amen.
Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi
"Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love. Where there is injury, pardon. Where there is doubt, faith. Where there is despair, hope. Where there is darkness, light. Where there is sadness, joy. O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console; to be understood, as to understand; to be loved, as to love. For it is in giving that we receive. It is in pardoning that we are pardoned, and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life. Amen." (Saint Francis of Assisi)"
Do versus Say...
“What you do speaks so loud that I cannot hear what you say.” (Ralph Waldo Emerson)
This quote has been in my thoughts so much lately. I remember hearing a similar version over the years that says “Actions speak louder than words.” It always made sense. But there’s just something about it that means even more to me at this season in my life. As a child, I thought it would be so wonderful to trust everyone. As a teen, I hoped to trust others by their words. Yet as a middle-age adult, I have seen obvious and distinct differences in words and actions..which has led me to trust verrrrry carefully. I definitely don’t wish to become cynical or critical, pointing my finger at others’ inconsistencies. But I simply want to evaluate my own life…and encourage others to do the same.
In a world so overwhelmed with busyness, confusion, disappointment and uncertainty, it is essential that what we say is confirmed by what we do and how we live. I think we all want to make a difference in this world before we leave it. So it seems quite simple yet desperately necessary for authenticity to prevail in our lives. I remember as a child, growing up in the mountains of Virginia, that when someone said they would do something, there was no doubt that it would be done. A handshake sealed agreements without hesitation. And the majority of the time, what someone said pretty much seemed to match how they lived. Yet, I am heartbroken when now we wonder on a regular basis if someone’s words to us are true, genuine and sincere….or we must be so cautious that we aren’t “conned,” “played” or deceived.
Years, ago, someone heard where I attended college and with much enthusiasm asked me if I was a Christian. By the way she asked, I realized that this question was more about her interest and curiosity about my education and direction than confusion about my life. But I have never forgotten that moment. Since then, I often wonder if someone has to ask about my beliefs, values and commitments, have I not lived my life genuinely and consistently enough that there is still a need to question it. I admit…life is confusing. Quite frankly, sometimes we speak “faith phrases” and quote Scripture to each other…frequently, casually and even automatically. Yet our actions, attitudes and words later seem to conflict with our words…greatly. That is heartbreaking. I know from being a spouse, parent, friend, neighbor and inhabitant on this earth…that someone is always watching us, listening to us and observing our example. Some folks are genuinely seeking direction in their lives. Others seem to be waiting for us to make a mistake. It’s not an easy journey. But in all fairness, I do believe we can be confusing to others when we claim a life of love, faith, hope and joy…while we reflect hatred, doubt, criticism and conflict….all too often.
What we speak... matters, without a doubt. Yet how we live in according to what we say, makes or breaks our authenticity…quickly. I hesitate to share this but I pray you will understand what and why I am trying to say. When Tim and I were in located ministry, we frequently heard this phrase from our congregations: “You all are so real!” Well, you can imagine that we weren’t quite sure what to do with that. It could have been taken as a compliment…or it could have been taken quite differently. Isn’t it sad that we didn’t know how to take that? As realistic and curious as we were/are, we couldn’t help but ask what they meant. (I prayed I hadn’t messed things up as a minister’s wife! Lol) As the individuals shared with us, I thanked God for positive answers…(whew!) while being saddened that it shocked others that Christians could be real! Basically, those folks said that they felt they could approach us because they knew we were human, (definitely human!) we didn’t consider ourselves superior to them, (why on earth would we?), we cared about them (of course!) and we were approachable (as we should be!). They also shared that although we were Christians and in the ministry, they knew what we stood for…but they didn’t feel we were judging them or “choking them with a fifty pound Bible” anytime they had a question or made a mistake. Well, I appreciated their kindness. But at the same time, I still wondered why it was such a shock that we could love others, be human, stand for Truth and leave the judging up to God…all at once. This doesn’t mean we backed down from what Scripture says…or we had an “anything goes” mentality or ministry. But it left me speechless sometimes to hear the shock in others because we were “real.” (What else would we be?)
I really don’t have an answer except to say that I think this world is reaching out for something…and someone…real! That means they are looking for something solid, trustworthy, genuine and effective. So we have a wonderful opportunity to reflect Him, His love, His truth, His hope, His peace and His healing. But…we must be genuine…and consistent…continually.
Dear friends…when we tell someone we care, let’s share it with concern, compassion and actions…regularly. When we call ourselves friends, family, Christians and His children…let’s live it! When we share a Scripture passage…or a “faith phrase”…let’s make sure we are doing our very best to extend that as a reflection in our daily lives. Let’s make our lives so obviously genuine and consistent that there is no question whatsoever about Who we serve, how we live and what we say. Recently someone told something very untrue about me. It hurt deeply. (You know how they say musicians are sensitive people…well, it’s true!) I was so touched when the person who had heard this said to me…”Oh, Terri, we know you well enough to know you would never have said/done that.” Whew! I was relieved! Although I deeply appreciated the affirmation, let me tell you that although what I had been accused of was indeed untrue…..there are many times in my life when my words, actions, behavior and claims definitely conflict! So if I want to make a difference in this world for Him, for my loved ones and for those I leave behind, I need to continually evaluate and commit to making sure that how I live, what I do and what I say…speak the same message. Psalm 19: 14 says “May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in Your sight, O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.” May I honor my Rock Redeemer…completely…in all I say and do.♥~thl
This quote has been in my thoughts so much lately. I remember hearing a similar version over the years that says “Actions speak louder than words.” It always made sense. But there’s just something about it that means even more to me at this season in my life. As a child, I thought it would be so wonderful to trust everyone. As a teen, I hoped to trust others by their words. Yet as a middle-age adult, I have seen obvious and distinct differences in words and actions..which has led me to trust verrrrry carefully. I definitely don’t wish to become cynical or critical, pointing my finger at others’ inconsistencies. But I simply want to evaluate my own life…and encourage others to do the same.
In a world so overwhelmed with busyness, confusion, disappointment and uncertainty, it is essential that what we say is confirmed by what we do and how we live. I think we all want to make a difference in this world before we leave it. So it seems quite simple yet desperately necessary for authenticity to prevail in our lives. I remember as a child, growing up in the mountains of Virginia, that when someone said they would do something, there was no doubt that it would be done. A handshake sealed agreements without hesitation. And the majority of the time, what someone said pretty much seemed to match how they lived. Yet, I am heartbroken when now we wonder on a regular basis if someone’s words to us are true, genuine and sincere….or we must be so cautious that we aren’t “conned,” “played” or deceived.
Years, ago, someone heard where I attended college and with much enthusiasm asked me if I was a Christian. By the way she asked, I realized that this question was more about her interest and curiosity about my education and direction than confusion about my life. But I have never forgotten that moment. Since then, I often wonder if someone has to ask about my beliefs, values and commitments, have I not lived my life genuinely and consistently enough that there is still a need to question it. I admit…life is confusing. Quite frankly, sometimes we speak “faith phrases” and quote Scripture to each other…frequently, casually and even automatically. Yet our actions, attitudes and words later seem to conflict with our words…greatly. That is heartbreaking. I know from being a spouse, parent, friend, neighbor and inhabitant on this earth…that someone is always watching us, listening to us and observing our example. Some folks are genuinely seeking direction in their lives. Others seem to be waiting for us to make a mistake. It’s not an easy journey. But in all fairness, I do believe we can be confusing to others when we claim a life of love, faith, hope and joy…while we reflect hatred, doubt, criticism and conflict….all too often.
What we speak... matters, without a doubt. Yet how we live in according to what we say, makes or breaks our authenticity…quickly. I hesitate to share this but I pray you will understand what and why I am trying to say. When Tim and I were in located ministry, we frequently heard this phrase from our congregations: “You all are so real!” Well, you can imagine that we weren’t quite sure what to do with that. It could have been taken as a compliment…or it could have been taken quite differently. Isn’t it sad that we didn’t know how to take that? As realistic and curious as we were/are, we couldn’t help but ask what they meant. (I prayed I hadn’t messed things up as a minister’s wife! Lol) As the individuals shared with us, I thanked God for positive answers…(whew!) while being saddened that it shocked others that Christians could be real! Basically, those folks said that they felt they could approach us because they knew we were human, (definitely human!) we didn’t consider ourselves superior to them, (why on earth would we?), we cared about them (of course!) and we were approachable (as we should be!). They also shared that although we were Christians and in the ministry, they knew what we stood for…but they didn’t feel we were judging them or “choking them with a fifty pound Bible” anytime they had a question or made a mistake. Well, I appreciated their kindness. But at the same time, I still wondered why it was such a shock that we could love others, be human, stand for Truth and leave the judging up to God…all at once. This doesn’t mean we backed down from what Scripture says…or we had an “anything goes” mentality or ministry. But it left me speechless sometimes to hear the shock in others because we were “real.” (What else would we be?)
I really don’t have an answer except to say that I think this world is reaching out for something…and someone…real! That means they are looking for something solid, trustworthy, genuine and effective. So we have a wonderful opportunity to reflect Him, His love, His truth, His hope, His peace and His healing. But…we must be genuine…and consistent…continually.
Dear friends…when we tell someone we care, let’s share it with concern, compassion and actions…regularly. When we call ourselves friends, family, Christians and His children…let’s live it! When we share a Scripture passage…or a “faith phrase”…let’s make sure we are doing our very best to extend that as a reflection in our daily lives. Let’s make our lives so obviously genuine and consistent that there is no question whatsoever about Who we serve, how we live and what we say. Recently someone told something very untrue about me. It hurt deeply. (You know how they say musicians are sensitive people…well, it’s true!) I was so touched when the person who had heard this said to me…”Oh, Terri, we know you well enough to know you would never have said/done that.” Whew! I was relieved! Although I deeply appreciated the affirmation, let me tell you that although what I had been accused of was indeed untrue…..there are many times in my life when my words, actions, behavior and claims definitely conflict! So if I want to make a difference in this world for Him, for my loved ones and for those I leave behind, I need to continually evaluate and commit to making sure that how I live, what I do and what I say…speak the same message. Psalm 19: 14 says “May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in Your sight, O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.” May I honor my Rock Redeemer…completely…in all I say and do.♥~thl
In Your Name...
In Your Name, I breathe this moment. In Your Name, I walk the path before me. In Your Name, I trust You to fulfill Your purpose in my life. In Your Name, I hold onto Your hand and live my life knowing You love me through it all. In Your Name, I surrender all I am...all I'm not...all my yesterdays, today and tomorrows..to You.♥~thl
Searching, Seeking, Listening, Learning...
Searching, seeking, listening, learning and holding onto His hand as I step forward to the rest of my life.... Here we go, God! ♥~thl
Missing The Music...
I admit it! I miss directing the music and drama teams I enjoyed working with over the last thirty years. Whether in our located ministries or volunteer ministries, those were wonderful, fun and inspiring moments. Most of all...they were a wonderful way to serve God, to honor Him with the words, music, gifts and abilities of so many people...and to praise Him while encouraging others to know Him more personally. Last night, I began listening to Christmas music. It was always about this time of year that I began preparing the Christmas programs/plays/choirs, etc.. Although I have no adult/teen/childrens choirs to direct or drama teams to lead presently, I have an awesome Director of my life who guides me through this journey! Whether the moment is a somber ballad of seeking His direction...or an incredible song of praise on my Heart...or even a time of my life that involves way too much drama for my preference...I am so grateful that He is there to lead me, quiet me, strengthen me, assure me and love me through it all. I thank God that He knows the way it will all work out...and there is much hope, love, peace and praising ahead!♥~thl (Written in August, 2012)
"The Lord's Prayer"...
"Our Father, Who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy Name..." Dear God~May we remember Your Presence...in our lives, in Your creation and in Your Kingdom. May the very mention of Your Name bring us to our knees to honor, worship and surrender You with all of our being. Thank You for being our Father...the Source of our hope, peace, joy and love...always. May we realize that You make all the difference in our lives...now and for eternity.
"...Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven..." Dear God~When I realize that it is all about You...our lives, our purpose, our time here, our everything....my entire perspective changes. Please help me realize that You have placed me here to honor, serve, praise, reflect and glorify You...with each breath I take, each choice I make, each word I say, each action I convey. All that You have done, are doing and will do....is perfectly orchestrated, designed and planned...because You love us and because You are making a way to bring us closer to You. May Your will be done in my life, in my family, in this world...for Your Kingdom. Lead me, Lord...
"....Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors..." Dear God~Your love is amazing. You are our Father, our Healer, our Creator, our Protector, our Provider, the Forgiver of our sins. May I remember all You have done for me as I live each day. It has been said that how I love You is reflected in how I treat others. I pray I can live Your love more clearly, more dearly, more freely and more genuinely...with all those I meet on this journey. Thank You for forgiving me and loving me...anyway.
"For Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen." (Mt. 6: 9>13) Dear God~Sometimes I feel so insignificant on this planet. There are so many people, with so many gifts and abilities, who are younger, smarter, healthier...etc., etc.. What difference could I possibly make in this world? I question that often. But then I remember. I remember that You...Almighty God, Maker of H eaven and Earth, Alpha and Omega, Creator, Heavenly Father...You....love...me. You designed each of us for a reason, a purpose and a plan. You...are holding me in Your hands. You...will never leave or forsake me. You...are with me no matter what happens to me, around me or within me. You...all powerful, all knowing, all present...call me Your child. I am the daughter of The King! It is my utmost desire to live for You here as I look forward to living with You there! May my focus be on Your love, Your power, Your glory, Your honor, Your promises, Your Truth, Your Kingdom and You...above all else. You are Who You say You are. You'll do what You say You'll do. You are my Hope, my Joy, my Peace & my God..Forever and ever. Amen.♥~thl
"...Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven..." Dear God~When I realize that it is all about You...our lives, our purpose, our time here, our everything....my entire perspective changes. Please help me realize that You have placed me here to honor, serve, praise, reflect and glorify You...with each breath I take, each choice I make, each word I say, each action I convey. All that You have done, are doing and will do....is perfectly orchestrated, designed and planned...because You love us and because You are making a way to bring us closer to You. May Your will be done in my life, in my family, in this world...for Your Kingdom. Lead me, Lord...
"....Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors..." Dear God~Your love is amazing. You are our Father, our Healer, our Creator, our Protector, our Provider, the Forgiver of our sins. May I remember all You have done for me as I live each day. It has been said that how I love You is reflected in how I treat others. I pray I can live Your love more clearly, more dearly, more freely and more genuinely...with all those I meet on this journey. Thank You for forgiving me and loving me...anyway.
"For Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen." (Mt. 6: 9>13) Dear God~Sometimes I feel so insignificant on this planet. There are so many people, with so many gifts and abilities, who are younger, smarter, healthier...etc., etc.. What difference could I possibly make in this world? I question that often. But then I remember. I remember that You...Almighty God, Maker of H eaven and Earth, Alpha and Omega, Creator, Heavenly Father...You....love...me. You designed each of us for a reason, a purpose and a plan. You...are holding me in Your hands. You...will never leave or forsake me. You...are with me no matter what happens to me, around me or within me. You...all powerful, all knowing, all present...call me Your child. I am the daughter of The King! It is my utmost desire to live for You here as I look forward to living with You there! May my focus be on Your love, Your power, Your glory, Your honor, Your promises, Your Truth, Your Kingdom and You...above all else. You are Who You say You are. You'll do what You say You'll do. You are my Hope, my Joy, my Peace & my God..Forever and ever. Amen.♥~thl
Names...
Family is extremely precious to me! I have been working on our family ancestry, including the Lorenz & Geib families (re: Tim) and the Huffman and Perdue families (re: me). Tonight I may have possibly found a third Cherokee great+ grandmother! I read where she was given a "Christian name" when she married my great+ grandfather. I love my Indian heritage...as well as the others.
As I consider how meaningful names were to my Cherokee & other ancestors, I wonder what name would be given to me today based on my life...my choices, my values & my example. I pray that when I claim the name of "Christian," I will honor the One I claim to know, serve and love...at all times...publicly, privately, consistently, completely. After all, belonging to Him changes everything!♥~thl
As I consider how meaningful names were to my Cherokee & other ancestors, I wonder what name would be given to me today based on my life...my choices, my values & my example. I pray that when I claim the name of "Christian," I will honor the One I claim to know, serve and love...at all times...publicly, privately, consistently, completely. After all, belonging to Him changes everything!♥~thl
Daddy's Girl...
Happy 81st Birthday to my precious Dad, Charles W. Huffman! He loves God and serves Him faithfully. He loves his family genuinely and unconditionally. He loves America and served her bravely. He is the most amazing and precious father I could ever have and I thank God for him each day.
Happy Birthday, Dad. I will always be your little girl!♥~thl (Written August 29, 2012)
Happy Birthday, Dad. I will always be your little girl!♥~thl (Written August 29, 2012)
Stripes...
It was so sad to watch. I had missed most of the program but when I saw the final fifteen minutes of it, my heart was breaking. Our son, Micah, had turned on a public television station (KET) and was watching a program about wildlife. It featured a herd of zebras during a drought season. As a horse lover, this was close enough for me to gain interest rather quickly.
As hard as it was to see these beautiful animals searching for water, it was even more difficult to see what happened in the remaining minutes of the program.
Somehow, a foal had become separated from the herd and was doing all he could to survive alone. It was obvious he would not last long under the extreme conditions. He was tired. He was frightened. He was hungry. He was lost. Somehow, his black and white stripes had become covered in a major coat of dirt. His back and sides looked solid black and with no water available, the dirt wasn’t going to be removed anytime soon. When the herd finally came closer, he ran to them hoping he could join their group as they struggled to find water and survive. What I observed at this point was unimaginable. Because his stripes were covered in so much dirt, the herd did not recognize him as one of their own. He tried every sound he could make to convince them that he was a part of them, but they only saw the dirt…and not his true identity or his place with them. As he tried to mingle, they literally turned their backs on him and rejected him. He was not welcome in their circle. He was alone….again…unrecognizable by those just like him. It was obvious his life was in jeopardy and he had little time left in such lonesome and hopeless, abandoned circumstances.
Thankfully, a storm soon began to move into the region. The herd began galloping toward the dark clouds just minutes away. Although the lonely young zebra was not welcome to travel with them, he followed them from a distance. As the rain began to steadily fall, the little foal’s dirt was gradually released and his true identity was revealed. His black and white coat had been cleaned and he now looked just like the rest of the herd. It was only at this point, that he was allowed to join them once more.
At first, I felt that this was so cruel of the animals. His cries to the herd before the rain made it so clear that he was one of them. But the animals based their abandonment on his appearance…not his vocal cries. They didn’t listen to what he was trying to communicate with them. They dismissed him because he looked different. How could animals do this to one of their own?
Then I remembered…. This applies to us on so many levels. In society, we often judge one another on appearance, don’t we? Either they are “one of us” based on our ideas of normal…normal size, color, clothing styles, incomes, family names, social circles…or they don’t belong. How sad and unfair! But I thought a bit more about what I had seen…and realized it applied even closer to home. Sometimes this happens in our own Christian circles. Someone may wish to visit our Church…but they “look different.” Perhaps someone wants to get involved…but they are “too dirty.” Their “stripes” don’t shine like we think ours do. Or someone is already within our Church family…but they are covered with something that we don’t like to see…pain, heartache, grief, silent suffering, a life story that makes us uncomfortable…and we try to keep them at a distance. We just don’t want to get too close to someone who is less “clean” than we see ourselves.
As I continued watching the program and saw the power of the steady, refreshing and cleansing rain for that abandoned foal…I saw freedom enter his life. Not only did he “belong” but now he was washed clean! He was the beautiful creature God had created and now his purpose, his place and his path were made very clear to himself…and to those around him. Aren’t we like that? Others may reject us, abandon us or keep their distance from us because we are different…somehow. But the story doesn’t end there, thankfully. Because of the amazing love, mercy and grace of God, His sacrifice for us…and the power He has to cleanse us from all that has covered us in shame and bondage…we can be renewed…redirected and reminded of His purpose, plan and place He has for our lives. His stripes have made us clean! Thank You, God, for taking care of that precious little zebra. And thank You, God, for loving us, taking care of us and cleansing our lives to make us more like You.♥~thl
Somehow, a foal had become separated from the herd and was doing all he could to survive alone. It was obvious he would not last long under the extreme conditions. He was tired. He was frightened. He was hungry. He was lost. Somehow, his black and white stripes had become covered in a major coat of dirt. His back and sides looked solid black and with no water available, the dirt wasn’t going to be removed anytime soon. When the herd finally came closer, he ran to them hoping he could join their group as they struggled to find water and survive. What I observed at this point was unimaginable. Because his stripes were covered in so much dirt, the herd did not recognize him as one of their own. He tried every sound he could make to convince them that he was a part of them, but they only saw the dirt…and not his true identity or his place with them. As he tried to mingle, they literally turned their backs on him and rejected him. He was not welcome in their circle. He was alone….again…unrecognizable by those just like him. It was obvious his life was in jeopardy and he had little time left in such lonesome and hopeless, abandoned circumstances.
Thankfully, a storm soon began to move into the region. The herd began galloping toward the dark clouds just minutes away. Although the lonely young zebra was not welcome to travel with them, he followed them from a distance. As the rain began to steadily fall, the little foal’s dirt was gradually released and his true identity was revealed. His black and white coat had been cleaned and he now looked just like the rest of the herd. It was only at this point, that he was allowed to join them once more.
At first, I felt that this was so cruel of the animals. His cries to the herd before the rain made it so clear that he was one of them. But the animals based their abandonment on his appearance…not his vocal cries. They didn’t listen to what he was trying to communicate with them. They dismissed him because he looked different. How could animals do this to one of their own?
Then I remembered…. This applies to us on so many levels. In society, we often judge one another on appearance, don’t we? Either they are “one of us” based on our ideas of normal…normal size, color, clothing styles, incomes, family names, social circles…or they don’t belong. How sad and unfair! But I thought a bit more about what I had seen…and realized it applied even closer to home. Sometimes this happens in our own Christian circles. Someone may wish to visit our Church…but they “look different.” Perhaps someone wants to get involved…but they are “too dirty.” Their “stripes” don’t shine like we think ours do. Or someone is already within our Church family…but they are covered with something that we don’t like to see…pain, heartache, grief, silent suffering, a life story that makes us uncomfortable…and we try to keep them at a distance. We just don’t want to get too close to someone who is less “clean” than we see ourselves.
As I continued watching the program and saw the power of the steady, refreshing and cleansing rain for that abandoned foal…I saw freedom enter his life. Not only did he “belong” but now he was washed clean! He was the beautiful creature God had created and now his purpose, his place and his path were made very clear to himself…and to those around him. Aren’t we like that? Others may reject us, abandon us or keep their distance from us because we are different…somehow. But the story doesn’t end there, thankfully. Because of the amazing love, mercy and grace of God, His sacrifice for us…and the power He has to cleanse us from all that has covered us in shame and bondage…we can be renewed…redirected and reminded of His purpose, plan and place He has for our lives. His stripes have made us clean! Thank You, God, for taking care of that precious little zebra. And thank You, God, for loving us, taking care of us and cleansing our lives to make us more like You.♥~thl
Only You, God...
Be still and know that I am God..." (Psalm 46: 10) Dear God~Only You know my buried thoughts, my hidden heart and my secluded soul. Only You truly see all that is going on in my life and in the lives of those I love so dearly. Only You have the answers, the direction, the peace, the love and the understanding. Only You can bring hope because You never leave or forsake us...and You will carry us each step of the way.
I am listening. I am learning. I am trusting You.♥~thl
I am listening. I am learning. I am trusting You.♥~thl
Thanking Him for family...
Today I thank God for my precious husband and "kid-dults." They are such gifts from God and I am so blessed to be wife and mom to them. We are family thru whatever life brings...and we continue to love, laugh and learn together. Thank You, God!♥~thl
Trusting His Love, Listening and Leading...
Dear God~Thank You...for loving, for listening and for leading me in this life. You know just when to touch my life through a dear friend's message. You know just when to remind me that You have my life in Your hands. You know how, when, where and what is in Your plan for me now and in the moments ahead. You even know why some things have happened and why others have not. I am so incredibly blessed to know that with You, I am never alone and always loved. I love You and trust You...always.♥~thl
May I.....
Dear God~May every word I say...or keep to myself... May every thought I share...or hold inside... May my every action or deed...public or when no one else sees... May my every heartbeat...as long as I have one... May my goals...fulfilled or in progress... May each moment of my life...praise You, honor You, please You and reflect You.
You know me best. You know my deepest desires and true intentions. May what I am match Who I belong to now and always. May I trust You to make me more like You...until I am in Your arms forever.♥~thl
You know me best. You know my deepest desires and true intentions. May what I am match Who I belong to now and always. May I trust You to make me more like You...until I am in Your arms forever.♥~thl
Please Make Me Like You...
A song from our ministry days keeps going through my mind...."Lord, make me like You. Please make me like You. You are a servant. Make me one, too. Oh Lord, I am willing. Do what You must do to make me like You, Lord. Please make me like You."
I have no idea what God has in store for the remainder of my life. But He does! I will continue to hope, trust, believe and hold onto Him. Dear God, please make me like You! ♥~thl
I have no idea what God has in store for the remainder of my life. But He does! I will continue to hope, trust, believe and hold onto Him. Dear God, please make me like You! ♥~thl
Peace...Sweet Peace
Dear God~Thank You...for peace...sweet, amazing, life-changing peace. Each day I hold so very much in my heart....knowing that what I don't understand, You do....knowing what I face, You face with me....knowing what hurts me, You heal...knowing my concerns for others, also concerns You...knowing I don't have answers, but You do....knowing that whatever tomorrow brings, You will see me through. I can't imagine one moment of my life without You...and I thank You for holding me each moment of my yesterdays, my today and my tomorrows. Your Presence and peace assure me that Your love never lets go of me. I shall hold that in my heart forever.♥~thl
The Three Rs
As I learn more about our family ancestry, I realize that some of the people I grew up with, besides my recognized family and relatives, were actually related to me. Of course, my analytical mind began to process this. I wonder...what would this world be like if we treated each other like family? Would it be better? Would it be worse? I pray that we pause and realize that whether we are blood related, connected in other ways, or claiming to be brothers and sisters in Christ...it's time we begin treating one another lovingly, respectfully, kindly, fairly, responsibly...and with God-given value for each person we meet. We never know how our words, deeds or attitudes affect others!
Tim and I taught our children "The Three Rs" of life while they were growing up: Respect, Responsibility and Reverence...something we drew from the Ten Commandments. I wonder what a difference it would make if we treated everyone with those three Rs consistently. After all, we never know who God has placed in our path...or for what reason.♥~thl
Tim and I taught our children "The Three Rs" of life while they were growing up: Respect, Responsibility and Reverence...something we drew from the Ten Commandments. I wonder what a difference it would make if we treated everyone with those three Rs consistently. After all, we never know who God has placed in our path...or for what reason.♥~thl
Broken Praise...
"Dear God~You know my heart. You know my life...before, now and until. If I must travel this journey with uncertainties unanswered, pain without pause, struggles without ceasing, healing completed in Heaven and purpose only to praise Your name, I humbly ask one last thing.
May my final breath be spent proclaiming HALLELUJAH to You...in broken praise!♥~thl"
May my final breath be spent proclaiming HALLELUJAH to You...in broken praise!♥~thl"
Waiting...Watching...Wondering...
"Waiting....watching....wondering.....knowing God will make a way! ♥~thl"
Listening...Learning...Leaning....
Listening....learning...and leaning on Him as His plan for my life unfolds! I trust Him through it all....♥~thl
Feeling, Facing, Choosing...
We feel...the pain and restlessness of this world.
We face...battles of truth vs. deception...within and around us.
We choose...faith in Him or fear by not trusting Him.
Dear God~I have no answers for the hows, whys, whens and wheres in this life. I am often overwhelmed with questions along this journey. But I definitely know Who I trust through it all. Thank You for hope...peace...and love as You carry me each step of the way. Hebrews 11: 1 ♥~thl"
I pray for authenticity....
Dear God~I pray for authenticity today. In a world of image-importance, using people/loving things instead of loving people/using things, blurred perspectives of right and wrong, my heart aches so very deeply. I pray for authenticity in our relationship with You, realizing Your love, forgiveness, hope, peace, mercy and grace. I pray for authenticity with ourselves, realizing humility, honesty,
respect, responsibility and reverence are essential. I pray for authenticity with others, realizing that You designed us for community, encouraging one another, caring for one another and loving one another. May we learn to be genuine in You, with others and with ourselves. Our world needs authenticity more than ever. Help us, O God, to become more like You so that we can make a difference for You!♥~thl
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Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Love Him...Love Others....
"I’m pretty sure that us saying "I love you God" is meaningless to Him if we're acting as though we hate each other, and are treating each other with disrespect and disregard. How foolish to even think we are fooling Him when we say, “oh, God you are awesome and We Love you.” I wonder if He says back to us, “Really? Then how about treating MY people with LOVE.” They will know we are his children when we have love for one another. Not judgment, not condemnation, not gossiping and harsh words….But when we love. God is God, He’s got the whole judgment thing down and really doesn’t need our help or input. Let‘s see how we can worship our Father this week by loving one another." (Sandi Patty)
Oh, how my heart stirred when I read this quote from Sandi Patty! This is something that weighs on my heart heavily...continually. It hurts...when someone says they love God and then they hurt my family, others...or me. It hurts...deeply. And yes...I claim to love Him...but I hurt others, too. Somehow it makes less sense when someone who doesn't claim to wear His name...or a family name...hurts us. But when they wear His name or family names...or call themselves friends...and hurt us...it makes a huge difference! It would be more acceptable for a stranger on the street to say or do something hurtful than a Christian brother or sister, family member or friend. Why is that?
When we claim to love and belong to Him, His family, a family or friend, we are expected to act a certain way, speak a certain way...and yes...LOVE a certain way! When we wear a name or title that promotes a relationship into something dear and special with others, we need to treat them accordingly. No one deserves to be mistreated. Each life is a precious creation and gift from God. Yet when we deliberately and consistently bring pain into another's life, we are not only hurting an individual but hurting the heart of God!
May our actions speak love. May our attitudes speak love. May our words comply with our actions. May our love for God never be inconsistent with our love for others. For truly, we worship Him best when we live for Him most. ♥~thl
Oh, how my heart stirred when I read this quote from Sandi Patty! This is something that weighs on my heart heavily...continually. It hurts...when someone says they love God and then they hurt my family, others...or me. It hurts...deeply. And yes...I claim to love Him...but I hurt others, too. Somehow it makes less sense when someone who doesn't claim to wear His name...or a family name...hurts us. But when they wear His name or family names...or call themselves friends...and hurt us...it makes a huge difference! It would be more acceptable for a stranger on the street to say or do something hurtful than a Christian brother or sister, family member or friend. Why is that?
When we claim to love and belong to Him, His family, a family or friend, we are expected to act a certain way, speak a certain way...and yes...LOVE a certain way! When we wear a name or title that promotes a relationship into something dear and special with others, we need to treat them accordingly. No one deserves to be mistreated. Each life is a precious creation and gift from God. Yet when we deliberately and consistently bring pain into another's life, we are not only hurting an individual but hurting the heart of God!
May our actions speak love. May our attitudes speak love. May our words comply with our actions. May our love for God never be inconsistent with our love for others. For truly, we worship Him best when we live for Him most. ♥~thl
Filled With Grace...
"Those most filled with grace are usually those who've traveled most deeply into the depths of their own dark soul...and emerged holding the hand of Jesus." (Gary Black)
Dear God~I admit it. I do not understand. I have seen some suffer continually while others live comfortably. I have seen kind people live in agony while unkind people enjoy excellent health. I have seen some speak of You as they deliberately hurt others. I have seen others genuinely show Your love as others hurt them. I have seen so much in this life that I wish I had not seen. I have not seen what I so wish I had. I cannot make sense of the cruelty, injustice, inconsistency and suffering in this world.
And then...I remember. Your Son suffered. Your Son was perfect yet tortured. Your Son loved but was sentenced to death while a criminal was set free. Dear God, I do not understand. But I do understand that You love. May my questions in this life be embraced with Your sweet, authentic, peaceful, precious, never-ending love. I do not understand. You do. Thank You for your forgiveness, grace, mercy, hope and genuine love. You are more than enough for me.♥~thl
Dear God~I admit it. I do not understand. I have seen some suffer continually while others live comfortably. I have seen kind people live in agony while unkind people enjoy excellent health. I have seen some speak of You as they deliberately hurt others. I have seen others genuinely show Your love as others hurt them. I have seen so much in this life that I wish I had not seen. I have not seen what I so wish I had. I cannot make sense of the cruelty, injustice, inconsistency and suffering in this world.
And then...I remember. Your Son suffered. Your Son was perfect yet tortured. Your Son loved but was sentenced to death while a criminal was set free. Dear God, I do not understand. But I do understand that You love. May my questions in this life be embraced with Your sweet, authentic, peaceful, precious, never-ending love. I do not understand. You do. Thank You for your forgiveness, grace, mercy, hope and genuine love. You are more than enough for me.♥~thl
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
He carries...
"I don't want my life to be explainable without the Holy Spirit. I want people to look at my life and know that I couldn't be doing this by my own power. I want to live in such a way that I am desperate for Him to come through." (Francis Chan) Dear God~I know You carry me each moment of this life. May I reflect You above all else.♥~thl
Option or Priority?
"Do not make someone a priority who makes you an option." I heard this quote recently and have not been able to get it off my mind...for multiple reasons. I have unfortunately experienced being considered an option by others whom I considered a high priority in my life...repeatedly. It hurts...deeply. I know the heartache of being pushed aside as if I meant nothing to them after I had shared my heart and life with them. I may never understand why this happened by individuals least expected to make this choice...or who even promised to never walk away. But it did.
However...I know that true, genuine, unconditional and selfless love does not merely walk away. Deuteronomy 31: 6 says "Be strong and courageious. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; He will never leave you or forsake you." God says He loves us. He proved His love for us. He continues to love us and He will never walk away! How amazing! How life-changing! I pray that because He loves us, our love for others will not be so temporary. There are precious lives who so desperately need to know they are loved! May we all learn to make each life a priority...and never make someone's life an option! ♥~thl
However...I know that true, genuine, unconditional and selfless love does not merely walk away. Deuteronomy 31: 6 says "Be strong and courageious. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; He will never leave you or forsake you." God says He loves us. He proved His love for us. He continues to love us and He will never walk away! How amazing! How life-changing! I pray that because He loves us, our love for others will not be so temporary. There are precious lives who so desperately need to know they are loved! May we all learn to make each life a priority...and never make someone's life an option! ♥~thl
He knows....
Dear God~It's been quite a season in our lives recently. You know all that has happened. You know our hearts, our thoughts, our journey and our dreams. You know we trust You as Your plans unfold in our lives. As You continue to lead us, heal us and amaze us, we pray we will honor You in all that You place in our future. Thank You for holding us close through it all! ♥~thl
He brings....
Dear God~In a world of chaos, You bring peace. In a world of pain, You bring healing. In a world of uncertainty, You bring hope. In a world of deception, You bring truth. Thank You, God, for Your amazing love, which makes all the difference! ♥~thl
A Good Book....
Don’t you just love a good book? I am not exactly what one would call a bookworm. But I definitely love to read and books are always within my reach! When we travel, I have a bag of books that go with me. When I go to bed, there are books within reach to complete my day. When we go to the bookstore, you guessed it…we add more books to our collection. Even in my kitchen, there are forty-plus cookbooks from which to choose!
Do you want to know one of my secret enjoyments? I love to read the dictionary! I love to read and I love books! I don’t just read them…I highlight them, I make notes in the margins and I often reread the book just in case I missed something the first time. I even try to observe the cover, the outline, the author’s style, etc.. I promise I am not a bookworm. I just love books!
It was always a pleasure to watch our children come home from school on library day. I enjoyed watching them grow in reading abilities…but I also loved to observe their varied interests increase. And it was a very big day when they were finally reading “chapter books.” We recently found six boxes of children’s books that belong to our daughter which she wanted to take to her apartment. Oh, the memories of reading those together. Yes, I was the mom that read to our children even before they were born! Books are fascinating, educational, enjoyable and adventurous. We learn so much when we open our minds to reading.
As I mentioned before, reading a great book, I don’t want to miss anything in it. It would not make sense to skip a paragraph…or a chapter in that book. Why? Well, it would change everything! Somehow, the story or informational topic would be incomplete. We wouldn’t feel that we had completed the story. It has often been said that our lives are God writing our story. Ask any author and they will tell you that writing a book is quite a process. Sure, the concept may arise rather quickly. Sometimes it may not. But the process of developing, planning, writing, proofing, rewriting, adding, deleting and completing a book takes time. We want it to flow. We want the main thing to be the main thing. Sometimes a seed is planted in one chapter that doesn’t present itself entirely until several chapters later. Often, twists and turns are unexpectedly presented to keep it interesting or to emphasize the plot or theme of the book.
Yet, while we patiently read each word, paragraph and chapter of a book, we often try to avoid chapters of our lives. Isn’t this something we all find ourselves doing occasionally? We may really enjoy certain chapters and want to remain in them. But life moves on and we find ourselves in chapters we are not too comfortable living. They may be chapters of heartache, loss, loneliness, abandonment, rejection, transition, illness or uncertainty. We aren’t writing the story and we don’t understand why this chapter has to be included in our lives. We may even secretly mumble that if we were in control, we would never allow such a chapter in someone’s story. We do not enjoy this. We want this chapter over now!
Oh, how the chapters of my life have not been without those transitional moments! I, too, have found myself wishing that all my chapters could be like other ones I have enjoyed. I loved the chapters of my college years when I met some amazing lifelong friends, toured with the Concert Choir, learned more than I ever imagined possible, wound up with three majors, (Bible, Counseling/Psychology, Elementary Education), a minor, (English), and somehow lacked one hour of another minor, (Music). There were times during college that weren’t enjoyable but my college chapters were definitely amazing ones. In fact, those chapters changed my life forever! I walked away a different person because each experience…whether enjoyable or challenging…was used by God to stretch my faith and lead me closer to Him. I didn’t always enjoy getting up early or staying late for classes. I didn’t enjoy a semester with twenty-one hours of class plus work-study combined. I didn’t enjoy becoming ill and missing almost a week of classes. Walking the beautiful campus…on crutches…wasn’t so thrilling, either. But each moment taught me, stretched me and transformed me.
Earlier and later chapters of my life weren’t always so enjoyable. There were times I wish I could have avoided entirely. I may never understand why they were a part of my story. But I learned so much during those times. They weren’t easy. They were sometimes heartbreaking. Facing multiple surgeries within a small amount of time was not my plan. But they were necessary and contributed to my health and well-being. Job changes, loss of family members and friends, shattered dreams and delayed plans often brought unexpected chapters of adjustment, grief and reframing our lives. I wish I could tell you that I immediately lifted my hands to God and thanked Him for new direction and lessons learned…but that wasn’t my exact response. However, I will tell you that no matter what the chapters have included in my life, God continues to write my story.
Our amazing Creator, Father, Savior, Redeemer, Healer and King is not finished with my life…or yours. He sees the entire book. I only see a paragraph…sometimes a mere sentence…or even a simple word. He hasn’t completed my story just yet and each chapter He writes is essential. This precious Lover of my soul can take all the brokenness of life and turn it into something so beautiful, amazing and incredible, that the book truly reflects it could only be authored by God! Each mistake I make, each twist and turn of life, whatever satan intends for destruction or defeat…God can transform pain into purpose, conflict into compassion, tears for triumphs and brokenness into blessings! He never stops loving, caring, healing and leading our stories into His story…His plan…His exceedingly, abundant, amazing and eternal hope-filled masterpiece.
Realizing that one chapter of my life is simply that…a chapter He can use to develop for His glory, praise, honor and purpose…gives me great assurance that He is still writing and my story is in His hands…completely. I may not understand. Most often, I don’t. I may not find it pleasant. But I always know it is purposeful for the very One who created me still loves me…and cares enough to continue writing my story…with His very own hands for His very own reasons. I have no idea when my book will be complete as He welcomes me Home. But one thing is for sure….I am thankful that I will not face any chapter alone…and I will someday meet the Wonderful Author of Love, Hope, Grace and Mercy, Himself. Until then, I cling to Him…and cherish each chapter as it unfolds…placing my story…in His hands.♥~thl
Do you want to know one of my secret enjoyments? I love to read the dictionary! I love to read and I love books! I don’t just read them…I highlight them, I make notes in the margins and I often reread the book just in case I missed something the first time. I even try to observe the cover, the outline, the author’s style, etc.. I promise I am not a bookworm. I just love books!
It was always a pleasure to watch our children come home from school on library day. I enjoyed watching them grow in reading abilities…but I also loved to observe their varied interests increase. And it was a very big day when they were finally reading “chapter books.” We recently found six boxes of children’s books that belong to our daughter which she wanted to take to her apartment. Oh, the memories of reading those together. Yes, I was the mom that read to our children even before they were born! Books are fascinating, educational, enjoyable and adventurous. We learn so much when we open our minds to reading.
As I mentioned before, reading a great book, I don’t want to miss anything in it. It would not make sense to skip a paragraph…or a chapter in that book. Why? Well, it would change everything! Somehow, the story or informational topic would be incomplete. We wouldn’t feel that we had completed the story. It has often been said that our lives are God writing our story. Ask any author and they will tell you that writing a book is quite a process. Sure, the concept may arise rather quickly. Sometimes it may not. But the process of developing, planning, writing, proofing, rewriting, adding, deleting and completing a book takes time. We want it to flow. We want the main thing to be the main thing. Sometimes a seed is planted in one chapter that doesn’t present itself entirely until several chapters later. Often, twists and turns are unexpectedly presented to keep it interesting or to emphasize the plot or theme of the book.
Yet, while we patiently read each word, paragraph and chapter of a book, we often try to avoid chapters of our lives. Isn’t this something we all find ourselves doing occasionally? We may really enjoy certain chapters and want to remain in them. But life moves on and we find ourselves in chapters we are not too comfortable living. They may be chapters of heartache, loss, loneliness, abandonment, rejection, transition, illness or uncertainty. We aren’t writing the story and we don’t understand why this chapter has to be included in our lives. We may even secretly mumble that if we were in control, we would never allow such a chapter in someone’s story. We do not enjoy this. We want this chapter over now!
Oh, how the chapters of my life have not been without those transitional moments! I, too, have found myself wishing that all my chapters could be like other ones I have enjoyed. I loved the chapters of my college years when I met some amazing lifelong friends, toured with the Concert Choir, learned more than I ever imagined possible, wound up with three majors, (Bible, Counseling/Psychology, Elementary Education), a minor, (English), and somehow lacked one hour of another minor, (Music). There were times during college that weren’t enjoyable but my college chapters were definitely amazing ones. In fact, those chapters changed my life forever! I walked away a different person because each experience…whether enjoyable or challenging…was used by God to stretch my faith and lead me closer to Him. I didn’t always enjoy getting up early or staying late for classes. I didn’t enjoy a semester with twenty-one hours of class plus work-study combined. I didn’t enjoy becoming ill and missing almost a week of classes. Walking the beautiful campus…on crutches…wasn’t so thrilling, either. But each moment taught me, stretched me and transformed me.
Earlier and later chapters of my life weren’t always so enjoyable. There were times I wish I could have avoided entirely. I may never understand why they were a part of my story. But I learned so much during those times. They weren’t easy. They were sometimes heartbreaking. Facing multiple surgeries within a small amount of time was not my plan. But they were necessary and contributed to my health and well-being. Job changes, loss of family members and friends, shattered dreams and delayed plans often brought unexpected chapters of adjustment, grief and reframing our lives. I wish I could tell you that I immediately lifted my hands to God and thanked Him for new direction and lessons learned…but that wasn’t my exact response. However, I will tell you that no matter what the chapters have included in my life, God continues to write my story.
Our amazing Creator, Father, Savior, Redeemer, Healer and King is not finished with my life…or yours. He sees the entire book. I only see a paragraph…sometimes a mere sentence…or even a simple word. He hasn’t completed my story just yet and each chapter He writes is essential. This precious Lover of my soul can take all the brokenness of life and turn it into something so beautiful, amazing and incredible, that the book truly reflects it could only be authored by God! Each mistake I make, each twist and turn of life, whatever satan intends for destruction or defeat…God can transform pain into purpose, conflict into compassion, tears for triumphs and brokenness into blessings! He never stops loving, caring, healing and leading our stories into His story…His plan…His exceedingly, abundant, amazing and eternal hope-filled masterpiece.
Realizing that one chapter of my life is simply that…a chapter He can use to develop for His glory, praise, honor and purpose…gives me great assurance that He is still writing and my story is in His hands…completely. I may not understand. Most often, I don’t. I may not find it pleasant. But I always know it is purposeful for the very One who created me still loves me…and cares enough to continue writing my story…with His very own hands for His very own reasons. I have no idea when my book will be complete as He welcomes me Home. But one thing is for sure….I am thankful that I will not face any chapter alone…and I will someday meet the Wonderful Author of Love, Hope, Grace and Mercy, Himself. Until then, I cling to Him…and cherish each chapter as it unfolds…placing my story…in His hands.♥~thl
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