The fairness of snow...

It's a wintry night in Kentucky.  Although the accumulation totals are around two inches, there have been enough gusty winds to produce "white-outs" around the area.  The temperature is supposed to hit nine degrees with subzero windchills overnight.  Did I mention that as of right now...January 31, 2013, there are only 48 days until spring?

Something I have noticed about snow is that it doesn't show favoritism.  Any area where snowfall arrives will find itself...covered in snow.  The snow doesn't seem to prefer one yard over another...or one type of tree over another type.  It doesn't choose to only fall on the clean, attractive or new sufaces.  It simply blankets all surfaces.

I think we can learn from the "fairness" of snow.  Do we find ourselves extending our love, concern and interests to only preferred people?  Do we only reach out to those who meet our personal agenda?  Do we call ourselves family, friends, people of faith...even wear His name...while we only surround ourselves with those who are more...well...like us?  Do we say we care but keep our distance?  Do we offer our time, resources and yes...friendships...with only people who meet our needs, expectations or image? 

Or, like the snow, do we find ourselves simply trying to touch the lives that are placed in our path...with no preferences, no agenda, no image and no criteria?  We simply cherish the contact we have with each one, trusting God to help us reflect Him in every circumstance we face.

I know what it is like to be touched with someone's smile, kindness, concern and compassion. It can be life-changing.  I also know what it is like to be ignored...deliberately, repeatedly and hurtfully.  Unfortunately, I admit that I have also avoided others because I am busy, or I don't know what to say, or I recall how they have treated me. 

Yet I am reminded that there is One who came to this earth for all of us.  Just as the new-fallen snow, He came to touch the lives of everyone who would accept Him.  May I never forget that each life in my path...also matters to Him.  May I live accordingly. ♥~thl

"Come now, let us settle the matter," says the Lord. "Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool."  Isaiah 1: 18

Howling winds...and a carpenter's daughter...

Last night's winds attacked our home with fierce determination.  The windows shook.  Deck furniture moved.  Roof shingles blew onto the ground.  Rain struck the glass with such force that it seemed sheets of tiny pellets were blasting against the most fragile targets of our house.  The howling wind reminded me of coyotes who live nearby and are heard often deep into the night.

It is accurate to state that storms are not my favorite past time.  It is also safe to say that as a carpenter's daughter, I kept reminding myself of the strength of the foundation of our house and the brick walls surrounding us during this vicious time.  I found peace in knowing that something very strong was between the outside storm...and the place where I attempted to rest.

Isn't life often like that?  The fierce determination of evil attempts to shake our families, move our focus, blow away our faith and blast us when we are most fragile.  Why is it that we often only recognize his pronounced voice once we find ourselves in the darkest nights...afraid, alone, desperate, deceived and close to destruction?

Yet, when I remind myself that I am loved by the most precious Carpenter Who ever walked this earth, I remember the solid foundation of His love, faithfulness, grace and mercy.  I know He holds me, even during the most vicious storms.  No matter what I face...past, present or future...He is with me and will carry me through it.  Though storms rage in this life, I am able to find rest...in His loving arms of forgiveness, hope and peace.  I am not alone...for He is with me.  And that will always hold me through the storm.  ♥~thl

"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want." ~Psalm 23: 1

 

Falling...for strength...

"The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss and have found their way out of the depths.  These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness and a deep loving concern.  Beautiful people do not just happen."  ~Elizabeth Kubler-Ross

Dear God~It is a challenging world.  We have so many blessings to appreciate.  Yet we have many burdens to alleviate.  We try to find a balance....to be strong...to remain joyful, hopeful and faithful.  Yet this world is full of uncertainty and pain.  We are taught by society to be self-reliable, self-sufficient, independent and unwavering as individuals.

Sometimes the strong ones long to fall apart....just to lighten the burdens.  But it often seems we are not allowed to feel...freely, safely, humanly or vulnerably.  Then I remember the example of Your Son in the Garden of  Gethsemane.  He had hope.  He had strength.  He had power.  He had...You. Still...He felt deep, agonizing and honest pain.  So...He talked to You, His Heavenly Father.  Your will remained.  Your plan stood in place.  But You listened...You loved...and You led Him through the most difficult burden ever carried on this earth.  You allowed Him to unload what was in His heart, His mind and His life...as He surrendered it to Your will.

Suffering is no stranger in this life.  Your Son told us there would be trouble in this world.  We know it is a reality not to be escaped.  So what do we do?

We love.  We feel.  We heal.  We grow.  We trust You.  We claim Your hope, healing, peace and joy.  We accept that what happens in our lives can be used by You to touch other lives for You.  Life isn't fair.  I have learned that lesson well..  But faith in You gives us hope, strength, sensitivity, compassion and concern for others.  Thank You, God, for allowing us to grow from life's pain so we may claim Your Name...forever.  ♥~thl

"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of Compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God." ~2 Corinthians 1: 3 > 4

Aging...to Ageless...

It seems to happen so suddenly.  I look in the mirror and there they are...the dreaded signs of aging.  A few crows feet here, a wrinkle there, extra pounds I don't remember requesting.  How did this happen?  

I am thrilled to have been granted the gift of life this long.  I simply wasn't prepared for the unannounced traits that accompany middle age.  Of course, I can vow to take better care of myself.  But I also realize that ultimately, I can't stop the aging process.  

I can't say that I am thrilled about the increased health concerns....grinding knees, stronger glasses/contact prescriptions, weaker immune system, popping bones and reduced energy. Yet I have also realized something else about this season of life.

There is a clearer vision...which focuses more on Who is most important and what really matters.  There's a strength in my life...that comes from years of His unwavering faithfulness.  My walk may be slower...but I know how important it is to cherish each moment on this journey.  And although physical energy is not as abundant as before, I am filled with joy for all the blessings I have seen experienced each passing day.

No, it isn't pleasant to watch pain, disease, weakness or weariness overcome these physical bodies as the years accumulate.  Although I know some very impressive older adults, not one of them still looks the same as they did in their youth.  But I have also seen tremendous spirits of faith, compassion, wisdom and example shared with the generation who takes the time to listen...and learn.  

I have also seen those who have hurt the deepest...hug the tightest.  I have seen those with very little...give most generously.  I have seen those loved least...love most.  And I have seen those who have fallen the hardest...rise most courageously.

So seeing those signs of aging aren't always welcome...but definitely worthwhile if we take the time to learn from this road we travel.

It will happen so suddenly.  We will look ahead...and see the indescribable signs of Heaven.  An angel here.  A lost loved one there.  And extra blessings we never imagined before...all to enjoy in the Presence of God.  How did this happen?  We may not know until that moment...but I believe it will have everything to do with being carried Home in the arms of our precious Jesus...for eternity. ♥~thl

"Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face.  Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.  And now these three remain:  faith, hope and love.  But the greatest of these is love."  I Corinthians 13: 12>13           

His healing rain...

Rain is falling in KY...a soft, gentle, soaking rain.

I can't help but think about the healing rain found in His love. Gentle, soothing, wash-away-the-stains, full of grace and mercy, life-changing rain He showers upon us...as we stand before Him with our guilt, shame and surrender.

I have been known to stand out in the pouring rain after a prolonged drought...and let the water soak me in joyful renewal.

May I remember to approach Him daily...and allow Him to refresh my spirit, heal my wounds, strengthen my body and fill me with His Presence once more. May His love rain over me as He reigns in my life...forever. ♥~thl

An Evening with God...

It's another cold January night.  All is quiet.  I think. I read.  I pray. I wonder..
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Wouldn't it be wonderful to sit with God on an evening like this and just quietly talk?  Fire dancing in the fireplace.  Nice cup of hot tea.  Soft classical music in the background.  The Presence of God Himself sitting in the wingback chair looking at me as I pour out my heart...and He pours out His love, assurance and peace.

As amazed as I am that He is sitting closeby, I imagine feeling completely secure as He listens intently, laughs joyfully and loves unconditionally.  Whether or not all questions are answered, I know I can trust Him...completely.

It isn't a time of hours and minutes but a moment of His love and my longing to praise Him.  We simply converse.  He listens to my wondering heart.  I listen to His unfailing love.

Yet when this moment transforms, I know He is still watching when I cannot see Him.  I sense His Presence...always. 

No, I haven't actually seen Him sitting in my living room.  But I know He is in our home.  He travels with me wherever I go.  He holds me up when I am tired, weak or ill.  He smiles as I say "Good morning" or "Thanks, God, I know You did that."  He laughs when I am joyfully surprised by something or someone He placed in my path at just the right time. He wipes my tears when there are no words to describe my deepest heartache, loss or wounds. He carries me when I fall.  

He listens to my silence.  I hear Him in the silence.

Yes, it is wonderful to sit with God on an evening like this and quietly talk.  He is with me...always. ♥~thl

"My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever."  Psalm 73: 26
   

Strength...Peace...in all...

Dear God~We are thankful for this journey of life. You bless us, guide us, hold us, protect us, provide for us...and save us.

I just can't figure out why we are so tired...continually weary, exhausted, spent, depleted and longing for rest....lots of rest.

Somehow we don't sleep enough, relax enough, pause enough or remain still enough. Why are we so tired...physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually?

Perhaps we are trying to accomplish great things, meet necessary needs, prepare for what's next...and live life so fully...that we wind up...empty.

I long for answers, methods, strategies, strength, rest and time to enjoy this journey. I want to make it all better somehow. Maybe I am working too much on my own and missing the point of it all.

Psalm 29: 11 says "The Lord gives strength to his people; the Lord blesses his people with peace."

Ohhhh. May I look to You...for strength. May I look to You for peace. May I focus on You...in all, through it all, above all. For You are Who matters most of all...always. ♥~thl

Wait...Be Strong...Take Heart...Wait...

"Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord." (Psalm 27: 14)

Dear God~Sometimes this world seems like a runaway train. People are hurting...and hurting each other. Good people lose substantially while reckless others live successfully. Sometimes those who say they care walk away. Others with no claims remain faithful. Actions and words collide. Love is lost. Lost are dying. Disease. Dissention. Deception. Despair. And yet...we wait...for You.

You see the whole picture...much better than we can fathom. While I am a very patient person, it is difficult for me to wait while loved ones are suffering, discouraged and uncertain.

But You are ever-present, all-knowing, all-powerful and Your plan is perfect. I will wait for You. I will be strong by leaning on You. I will take heart knowing that Your love never fails. I will trust You...hold onto You...and wait...for You. ♥~thl

Brokenness....and breakthroughs...

"Brokenness is often the road to breakthrough." (Tony Evans)

Dear God~Thank You for hope...life-changing, love-clinging, lessons-learned-in-difficult-times-bringing...hope. Sometimes this journey seems to knock us down, tear us up, move us around and leave us feeling lost....and broken. But knowing You are with us, beside us, holding us always and guiding us...gives us hope! Only You can turn brokenness into blessings....and breakdowns into breakthroughs! Thank You, God, for hope! ♥~thl

Carried on.....

As a little baby…I was carried…before and after birth.  I hadn’t learned to walk yet.  So my parents, family and friends held and carried me each day.

As a toddler, I crawled and then learned to walk.  Maybe it was a bit wobbly at times but I eventually walked…first holding on and then letting go. 

It wasn’t long until I ran.  It was fun…but a bit more dangerous.  I soon learned to take those turns more cautiously.  But running was fascinating to me…then.

Eventually, I danced.  I learned that music was thrilling and dancing to it was enjoyable.  It was so wonderful to celebrate life with family and friends.

Later, I carried our babies.  First, I carried them inside my body until they could be carried in my arms.  I never grew tired of it.  Holding them close was a way to love them, protect them and communicate with them.

Sometimes I feel like I am a bit more wobbly now.  I still walk…but the wear and tear of middle age life somehow slows us down unexpectedly.  It even seems like a crawl when I am on the floor trying to stand up again. But I am grateful for the ability to move.

Often, I feel that I am running through life much faster than I imagined.  I have learned to be more cautious after a few twists, turns and falls.  But this time, running through life seems to be less enjoyable.  I want this fast pace to slow down.

I still love to dance…somewhat slower than before.  I love to move through life with those I love and celebrate each amazing moment we have together.

Dear God ~ Thank You for carrying me through life.  I know You hold me continually.  Thank You for protecting me when I am merely crawling on this journey.  Thank You for walking beside me no matter what life brings.  Thank You for watching over me when I run…and fall. Thank You for reminding me to slow down and enjoy each breath You give me. And thank You for the hope that when this life is over, I know I can finally run into Your arms…and dance with You for eternity! ♥~thl   

"I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.  Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day--and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing." (2 Timothy 4: 7>8)

Blessed day...after all...

It has been a blessed day...but not the easiest day.

It is brutally cold outside. 57 days until spring! :)

I am fighting a sore throat, muscle aches, headache, etc.. But it could be so much worse.

We learned of a great man from my home Church, (Level Green Christian Church in Newport, VA), Alton "Ab" Keffer, who passed away last night. But I know where he is now!

I haven't accomplish...ed much today except some laundry done and kitchen work. I had so many other goals in mind...today and always.

But I recently read a quote from Rick Warren's "The Purpose Driven Life: What On Earth Am I Here For?" It says "Your identity is in eternity, and your homeland is heaven."

Wow...that puts it all in perspective. And I mean all of it! No matter what goes on in our lives...difficult weather, feeling yucky, death of a friend, not accomplishing everything we hope to do...is seen so differently when we realize God's greater plan.

My value doesn't actually depend on how I feel or even what I do/don't do according to my standards. It depends on God...and His plan for me now and later! In the meantime, my homeland is in heaven...not here. I don't think there will be brutally cold weather in Heaven, either! :) And Ab Keffer? He is now Home! We will see him again! And he will probably lead the choir there, too! :)

Thank You, God, for our Hope in You and the eternal Home we willl enjoy in Your Presence! You make ALL the difference today...and forever! ♥~thl

Two years young...

While visiting with my parents over Christmas, I was given some of my childhood pictures.  This is one of our favorites.  Why?  Well, even though I was only two years old, I was smiling...actually, I was laughing.  Tim and I compared it with a recent picture and although "a few" years have passed, we noticed the same crooked smile, the same "Cherokee cheeks," the same expression in the eyes...and yes...proof that I was blonde before.  :)

But what touches my heart even more is that at two years of age, I had no idea what would happen through out my lifetime.  But I still smiled.  I didn't know what the journey of life would hold...but God did.  The same God who took care of me through my parents, family and friends then...is holding me in His arms today.  And for that reason, I can still smile! 

Life's journey isn't always easy...or understandable...or expected.  But knowing the One who sees it all, knows what's ahead and cares for us through the entire journey...makes all the difference. 

I am sure that at two years of age, I didn't always smile.  (I have additional pictures that show otherwise.  It's very interesting how young I learned to roll my eyes!)  And we can't always go through life smiling every moment.  But I thank God for the joy we have in our hearts along this journey. 

May we count the blessings as we face the burdens.  May we remember that although we don't know what tomorrow, or even today, holds...we always know Who holds us in His arms each step of the way. (Jeremiah 29:  11 > 13)  ♥~thl

Sounding like home...and Him...

Yesterday, I wrote about accents...and giving our undivided attention to God...seeking to hear His voice, even in the silence. This leads me to one more thought.

When I am back home in Virginia...or on the phone with loved ones back there, I find myself immediately returning to my original accent...without even thinking about it! It's not just "honey"...it's "honnnnney." We don't just talk about a "log" house...but a "lawg" house. And it's not just a "fine" day...it's "fiiiiiiiine." :) In other words, the more time I spend around those I love back home, the more I sound like them.

So I must wonder. If we spend more time with God...listening to Him through prayer, time in the Word, worshipping Him, praising Him...and focusing on Him above all else.....shouldn't we begin to talk like Him? Think like Him? Live like Him? Love like Him?

Obviously, I am not saying we should all have the same accent. God has given us amazing enjoyment and variety in His wonderful design. What I am saying is that if we are calling ourselves His people, we have every reason....and responsibility...to reflect Him in all we say and in all we do. We need to be consistent with the One we claim to know...love...and serve.

Going home to Virginia reminds me of so many reasons I am who I have become. Going Home to be with Him eternally some day should remind me of Whose I am and the difference it should make in who I am becoming.

As we continue to listen to Him, I pray we become more like Him...completely. ♥~thl

Accents...and attention to Him...

I remember it as if it were yesterday. I was on tour with the KCC/U concert choir. The host family immediately told me that they were trying to guess where I was from when they heard me speak during the concert. They believed I was from...Alabama. :) Well, at least they had the Southern part right. :D

Years later, I married a wonderful guy from Ohio. We wondered how our half Southern/half Northern but living in Kentucky children would speak re: accents. It's been so enjoyable hearing the combination of their parents...and Kentucky peers. We also notice how Tim's northern accent has become a little more southern while my accent is a little more northern...slightly. :D Thirty years later, we continue to enjoy learning the different expressions, terminology and ways of life from our home states as well as our now KY home.

I love hearing people's accents. I think it is so wonderful to hear accents from all over the USA...and world. How awesome to hear the amazing differences. I certainly don't believe in making fun of each other or considering one accent superior to another. I do believe our accents, languages, lives and cultures have wonderful variety so that we can enjoy the beautiful tapestry of God's handiwork.

I can't help but wonder, though, about God's voice. What does He sound like when He speaks...or sings? Is it deep and strong? Or is it surprisingly different than anything we can imagine, including His accent? I look so forward to hearing Him speak my name...and I am excited to hear the Creator of music...sing!

For now, I simply want to listen to Him...as He speaks to me in such precious and personal ways. I admit...it is certainly not always easy to hear Him. But maybe that is so we will learn to be completely still...wait...and truly spend consistent time with Him. I always know that He speaks through His Word, through others who genuinely live for Him, through His love for us, through worship and prayer times...and yes, sometimes even in the difficult silence.

 

I pray that I will listen to Him...as attentively as I want Him...to listen to me. ♥~thl  

 

Psalm 46:10 ~ "Be still and know that I am God..."

God...heating and cooling...

As I write this, I hear our heat pump humming in the background. Nothing unusual. We hear it in the winter time as it heats our home and we hear it in the summer time as it cools our home...and keeps me breathing. As we soon approach the twenty year mark of moving and living here, I pray this amazing machine will continue working well for awhile longer. Times of no heat...or no air conditioning..are very challenging for us...especially with my health conditions.

I never thought I would say this, but it just occurred to me that our heat pump reminds me of God. He is always there...as He embraces us in the tender warmth of His arms during the most chilling days of life. Yet in the scorching heat of life's journey, when we seek relief and renewal, He is always there to provide His assuring, refreshing Breath of love and life.

Unlike our heating/cooling system, I never have to be concerned about the longevity of God's Presence. His love never fails. He never grows weary in surrounding me each day. No matter where I go...or live...He will be with me.

I am so very grateful for our heating/cooling system....but I am most grateful for God who brings hope, healing, love, life and peace and purpose in my life daily. Guaranteed with no warranty expiration. I can certainly live...and breathe...with that. ♥~thl

Announcement :)

We interrupt this blog to share an important announcement.

It has been determined that it will be Spring in 63 days!  Woohoo!  Only seven weeks until Spring!

We now rejoin the regular progress of this blog.  :)  ♥~thl

An Icy Night...

Tonight's weather has been a true lesson for me. Not that long ago, when wintry weather arrived, I made sure our young children were fed, bathed, dressed warmly and safe in our home with some source of heat, light and security. During this time, we prayed for their Daddy to arrive home safely from work. I didn't like the dangerous weather but having the assurance of being together was crucial.

Tonight was quite different. Tim was at work...still is, actually. Rachel had to leave the hospital in the middle of the bad weather to drive to her place. Micah is at the apartment in Lexington with classes in the morning. I am home...with alternate heat, candles and supplies on standby. We are all in different places...in the middle of hazardous weather conditions. It isn't easy being a wife and mom and feeling unable to take care of them.

I stayed busy, of course. But I was so relieved to hear from each of them and realizing they were safe...so far.

As I worked around the house, I glanced over at a special, white candle burning brightly in the kitchen. It is a recent gift from our son...and represents his sweet love. It was then that I was reminded of an absolute truth.

That candle was illuminating light no matter how much ice covered our ground. It was sharing heat no matter how cold the air is outside. Its sweet fragrance filled the room regardless of the fact that my white rose bush outside is frozen and dormant. The candle was doing its work and making all the difference...even on a dark, cold, icy and treacherous night.

If that candle could do so much in the middle of darkness, I must realize that my Heavenly Father can do so very much more! He shines in the darkest of times. He lights the way, even in the storms. His love brings warmth and assurance just when we need it most. The gift of His son has proven His amazing and steadfast love. And the sweetness of His Presence fills my heart each moment...even the tough ones.

If He can do all this, He can certainly take care of my precious husband, daughter and son...and that includes guiding them safely during icy weather. He loves them and will hold them in His hands as I hold them in my heart.

It's still cold, icy and treacherous outside. But my family and friends are in His care. They may not be in my arms right now...but they are in His each moment. And I am forever grateful that there is room in His loving arms for me, too. ♥~thl

Silence...and Presence...

Dear God~It is time to be silent....to listen...to seek Your voice...to rest in the quiet Presence of You...and know that You are God. ♥~thl"

Celebrate...today...

Dear God~It's a new day....CELEBRATE! It's a day to love and be loved...CELEBRATE! It's a day to work, rest, study and sing...CELEBRATE! I am breathing, walking, thinking & feeling...CELEBRATE! Thank You, God, for this celebration called LIFE! ♥~thl

Faithful friends...

Dear God~Thank You for faithful friends~the ones who love thru it all: strong or weak, laughing or sobbing, hugging or hiding, singing or silent, hopeful or hopeless. Thank You for those who welcome me in their hearts always and walk away never. May I share this amazing love with others. ♥~thl

Friends...

Dear God~Thank You for those friends who laugh with me in good times, stand with me in tough times, make memories with me anytime and pray with/for me all the time. What a gift it is to know we are never alone in this life because of dear souls called our FRIENDS! ♥ ~thl

Hearing us...

Dear God~May You hear us when we call & may we listen when You speak. May You lift us when we fall and may we hold others when they hurt. May You guide us in this life and may we lead others to You. May You be honored through our pain as we find healing through the nail-scarred hands of Your Son. ♥~thl

Nothing to say...but heard....

Dear God~When there are no words to say, please hear our silent prayers. When there are no answers found, please guide our wondering steps. When others do not care, please hold us in Your arms. When life is way too hard, help us find the Light in You. ♥ ~thl

Empty house...full heart...

Dear God~A once full house is almost empty. The familiar sounds of laughter, laundry and life have grown silent. A heart full of love now spreads in various directions. May I remain grateful for the memories, peaceful in the present and purposeful in the tasks before me. Please hold my family in Your arms while we are apart. ♥~thl

Baskets...

I love baskets. Anyone who walks into our home soon realizes that baskets are displayed and used in almost every room. They decorate the ledges. They hold tissues, magazines, recipes, music...or nothing at all. I simply love baskets.

They don't have to be fancy...or expensive. Some are large. Some are tiny. Their origins are varied and special. Some are gifts. Some were purchased just because I liked them. Some came from florists. Others came from a thrift store. But each one is special...and useful.

Someone once asked me why I love baskets so much. My answer was simple. They remind me of people. What?? How can a basket remind me of people?

Again, the answer is simple. Each basket is different. Each one has a purpose. Each one has been designed and woven in a way that gives them unique character, charm and personality. They have differents sizes, shapes, colors and capabilities. Each one is special in its own way.

So each time I see a basket, I am reminded how God makes each person unique...purposeful...special...and loves them...and wants to bring them Home. It is not a comparison of which basket is loved more or how expensive they are or where they came from. He is the designer and creator of each one. He cherishes each child and delights in them.

I may have a simple mind. I may see a very complicated life in more simple terms, when possible. But I like to be reminded each day how much God can use a simple "basket" like me...and how He weaves my life into His purposes through each day, experience, memory, hope, dream and breath. I love baskets...and the reminders they bring. ♥~thl

Sometimes....and anyway...

Sometimes life doesn't make sense...but we keep living...anyway. Sometimes the journey is long...but we keep moving...anyway. Sometimes our hearts get broken...but we keep loving...anyway. Sometimes we can't carry the burden alone & You carry us....anyway! ♥~thl

Not there yet...

I love organization.  It is a goal of great pleasure to have my home, belongings, life and goals in perfect order.  Now before anyone shakes their head while thinking “Oh, Terri is one of ‘those’ people,” let me assure you that I am not quite there…yet.

I would love for every grocery item to be perfectly aligned in the cabinets, fridge, freezers and drawers with all labels in the same directions along with a running inventory of what is available and what is needed on each adjoining door.  (For now, I have continual steno pad lists.)  But I am not there…yet.

I would love for all books, CDs, DVDs, magazines and catalogs to be shelved according to strict and exact library specifications.  All the office supplies would be categorized, listed and of course, placed neatly in their locations.  We do have places for these items but without a doubt, I am not there…yet.

Clothing would be placed in closets according to long sleeve, ¾ sleeve, short sleeve, sleeveless format along with shades of each color, and certainly by seasonal categories. Drawers would be neatly categorized using those amazing folding boards seen in the stores!  (I really want one of those!)  This may be a definite work in progress but I am not there yet, either.

Our home is certainly not a museum of order and efficiency.  Neither is it chaos.  It is a place to relax, refresh, rest, renew…and love one another.

Something happened in my life years ago that changed everything.  When I became a wife and mother, my world transformed completely.  We now have two adult children.  The years have passed all too quickly.  There were days I didn’t get to accomplish every project.  But every day, I loved my husband and children. There were days I didn’t enjoy a long, hot shower.  But our children were taken care of, fed, taken to doctors, hugged frequently, read to, danced with…and our highest priority.  There were moments I wanted to read, walk, play piano, study, return to school…but the time invested in being available for my family was worthwhile…and irreplaceable.  It all came down to priorities.  It still does.

Yes, I am a person of organization.  But I have learned that priorities mean even more to me.  Although I definitely want a life of order, understanding, preparation and accomplishment, I have learned that it doesn’t come from what I do or how I want things to be.  It comes from a very different Source.  Let’s face it.  Life gets messy.  Answers are not always there.  Unexpected circumstances arise.  We get blind-sided. We aren’t always prepared for what happens…or doesn’t happen.  Sometimes it just doesn’t make sense.

But one thing I know.  When I hand all of my questions, messes, surprises, losses, inadequacies and uncertainties over to the One who has it all in His hands, life is much more peaceful.  It isn’t always easy. But He has it all covered.  He is never surprised. He is always there.  He never lets go of me no matter what happens on this journey. He knows what is best in His plan and in His time.

One of my most favorite Scripture passages is Proverbs 3: 5>6.  “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;  In all your ways, acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straight.”  If I accomplish nothing else in my life, I pray I can live in order with this precious promise!  I know that what matters most is not my goals…but loving Him, leaning on Him, sharing Him and serving Him until I see Him face to face.

No, I am not there…yet…but I look forward to being with Him...forever.  ♥~thl
 

What is said and done...

Dear God~May what we speak match what we do. May how we live match what we claim. May our words match our walk and our witness be more than talk. May we never take lightly how we treat another soul. ♥ ~thl

Now...and later...

In the middle of a very quiet house last night, memories flooded my mind of recent activities, celebrations, loved ones and the incredible blessing of family. I miss them all so much but I am very thankful for each moment we share and look so forward to more times together in the days ahead. For now, I try to take care of our home and each loved one in whatever way I can until we are back together again soon.

In the middle of life's journey, memories flood my mind of both recent and past times together, celebrations, loved ones and the incredible blessing of family and friends. There are so many now gone Home whom I miss so very much. But I am forever grateful for all the moments we shared here on earth while I look forward to more times together in eternity. For now, I try to take care of this earthly home and loved ones remaining in whatever way I can until we are all reunited at Home with Him.

What a blessing it is to know that the same God Who holds our loved ones in His arms there...also holds us in His arms on our journey here. Thank You, God, for Your Presence in our lives now and the hope of being in Your Presence for eternity...soon. ♥~thl

Held together...

Dear God~My heart aches when loved ones are miles away. Today is one of those times. Loved ones are in VA and OH. Friends are all over the country and the world. Micah is going back to UK. Rachel is working at the hospital. Tim is working tonight. Dear friends are mourning the loss of family members. It is indeed possible for our hearts to be in multiple places at once. I may not be able to be physically available in all the places my heart is present, but I do know that You are with each of them...holding them, loving them, protecting them, comforting them, providing for them. Thank You for being a wonderful Heavenly Father Who sees, loves and embraces all Your children continually. What a blessing to know You hold us all together in Your arms. ♥~thl

A life to be used...

Dear God~Please use my life as You heal wounded souls, soothe broken spirits, listen to heartaches and care for the discouraged and lost. May my life build up instead of tear down.  My I reflect Your love...with actions more than words! ♥~thl

Today's path...

May the path you walk this day bring you focus on the present journey, wisdom from past travels and hope for tomorrow's new beginning. Cherish each moment, life, lesson & blessing as a gift from the One who walks beside You...for you never walk alone. ♥ ~thl

What matters...

Live each day to the fullest. We may not have a tomorrow. Treat each person respectfully, lovingly and kindly. We may not have another opportunity. Celebrate this moment. It's the only one we have for certain. Make countless memories and no regrets.

Be truthful, faithful, hopeful and His. It matters.  He matter.  Others matter.  And so do you. ♥ ~thl

But God...thirty years ago...

Thirty years.  Really?  Thirty years ago?  Yes…January 5, 1983.  I remember it vividly. 

I had graduated from KCC/U in May of 1982 with a double major and a minor.  I had a ministry-type job lined up.  I would begin working on my master’s degree as soon as possible.  Life was going to be good.  But God…had other plans.

The ministry job didn’t work out, shockingly. So I moved back home.  I now lived close to several colleges and would work part-time somewhere while pursuing my master’s degree.  Then I found out that because my alma mater was not yet finished in their SACS accreditation, Virginia would not accept my degree.  What?  Now what would I do?  But God…had other plans.

A few phone calls and letters were exchanged between KCC/U and me.  Another major?  A new department? Elementary education?  A job was waiting for me…President’s office related?  How would I pay for all of this?  Where would I live?  More undergraduate work?  Seriously?  I love my school but another two years?  How? Why? What? But God…had other plans.

My sweet Dad teased me as I moved into the dorm.  He tried to make me laugh as I faced yet another grueling goal.  He jokingly told me I would probably be looking for a guy!  (Definitely joking!)  I quickly responded that I was not interested.  And I meant it.

January 5, 1983.  Thirty years ago today.  I had just finished working in the office and walked down the hallway to check my mail.  It was great to see old friends and meet new ones.  But my focus was on getting the work done…the new degree finished…and get on with my life.  But God…had other plans.

A friend saw me and called me over to chat.  He introduced me to a new transfer student.  Tim Lorenz was the new guy’s name.  (He is nice, God…but remember…I am not allowing myself to do anything but work lots, study much and move on. I mean it! I don’t have time for anything else in my life.)  Tim and I shared courteous hellos, small chat about where we were from, and how we had wound up at KCC/U now.  Nice guy.  That’s all.  A new friend.   But God…had other plans.

That was thirty years ago.  Obviously, God’s plan was very different from mine.  He knew what was best.  He transformed my heart.  And at just the right time, a University of Akron student transferred to KCC just when I returned for yet another major.  God must have chuckled that day.  He had orchestrated our lives to meet on that campus…for more reasons than we ever imagined.

Thirty years ago, I met a precious, God-loving, young man who would later become my husband and the father of our children.  Thank You, God, for having other plans for my life.  Thank You for bringing my now husband of twenty-eight years to that campus and for bringing me back home to KCC/U so that we could build our lives together…according to Your amazing plan. ♥~thl

The power of words...

It never ceases to amaze me...the power of words. The old adage is quite true that actions speak louder than words. We have all seen confirming examples of that. But we can not dismiss the tremendous influence of words.

We have all been there. We know the positive influence of someone's encouraging words at just the right time. And then we've all been elsewhere. We have had the breath knocked out of us by someone else's untimely critical words.

And then there are the other times. We encourage someone else and see a light in their eyes...and we are so grateful. Or...we deliver words from our own mouths that are a mistake...and someone is hurt because of them. And we regret it.

Perhaps there are times we just don't even think about what we said. Perhaps we had no intention of hurting someone else and have no clue what someone else is thinking, feeling, experiencing or facing. Yet our words reach to very core of their hearts and they walk away...hurt...because of our "teasing" or "correcting" or "just saying it like it is."

It's a new year. Each day is a new opportunity. I pray that our words will be more selective...more sensitive...more supportive. May we remember that each word we speak has the potential of being wonderful...or wounding. Choose kindly. ♥~thl

Utmost thoughts...

It is my utmost desire to spend each moment of this year holding onto God, no matter what the journey brings...continually. It is my utmost hope to be a reflection of His love, hope, peace and joy in every situation...consistently. It is my utmost prayer that I honor Him through all the twists, turns, valleys and mountains of life...authentically. It is with utmost gratitude that I know He will love me even when I fail...repeatedly. It is my utmost goal to love Him and love others...eternally. ♥~thl

Lightening the load...

"No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another." (Charles Dickens)  

I may sing but not with the greatest voice. I may play instruments but will never be famous. I may write but not be known for my words or music. History books will not list me. But if I am able to ease heavy burdens for others along this journey, I can then hope that my life had true purpose & meaning. Alone, I can do nothing.  Serving Him...means His strength, His plan, His love and His peace...make all the difference. ♥~thl

In this season...

When I was young, I wanted to grow up. When I became an adult, I wished to spread my wings & soar. 

Now in the middle of life, I realize that it is much more important to cherish each moment, each season, each loved one, and each breath we are given. Blessings, beauty and purpose surround us...always. ♥~thl

Hearing God...

I wonder what it's like to hear God speak, laugh, sing or whisper. How does Creator of all, including music, communicate vocally? It has to be incredible! 

For now, I hear Him in a gentle breeze, a waterfall, children's laughter, thunder & silence. I can only imagine what it will be like when I see His face and hear His voice someday...soon.  ♥~thl

In the quiet of the night...

In the quiet of the night, I listen. Life seems to pause for a little while as stillness refreshes my soul, soothes my mind and calms my body. May I take a deep breath and learn to finally rest...leaning on the truth that I am never alone. ♥ ~thl

Backing it up...

Growing up in the south in the decades I did, much loyalty was placed on a person's word. What was said...was done. A word and a handshake meant everything. 

I wonder if we have lost that when we vow to pray and don't...or say we care and don't back it up...or claim His name & live so differently. May we be true in our words, deeds & lives...all the time. ♥ ~thl

Too far and so close...

I keep thinking about the woman who touched the hem of Jesus' garment. He was surrounded by many people and yet He was fully aware of the one who was that close and could only touch Him with such desperation.  I often wonder if we sometimes have our focus so ahead of us that we miss hurting souls so very close to us. ♥~thl

Love changes everything...

"When love arrives, it cannot be silenced. When it is from God, its path will NEVER lead you where you are not meant to be." (unknown)

Dear God~In a world of tremendous uncertainty, I thank You for Your love and assurance that we are never alone. You know our past, present, future and purpose thru it all.  Your love can never be silenced.  Your love never fails.  Your love...changes everything!  ♥~thl

Celebrating blessings...

Dear God~Thank You for the blessings in my life~for family that cares about me unconditionally, for friends who love me faithfully, for laughter to enjoy regularly & for music that keeps me singing to You wholeheartedly. Through it all, life is a precious gift to celebrate joyfully! ♥ ~thl

Grateful that He cares...

Dear God~Thank You for caring about me...completely. Thank You for never giving up on me...consistently. Thank You for not ignoring me when I am hurt, lost or totally honest about the messes in my life..repeatedly. ♥~thl

Wounded journey...

Dear God~There are so many wounded hearts...wounded souls...wounded bodies...wounded lives in this world. What do we do when wounds inflict and influence our journeys? This is my prayer...that we hold onto You while sharing Your love, hope, strength and peace. ♥~thl

A Story of Trust...

‎"Whether we like it or not, life has a lot of drama & pain. But God is writing a great story. Are we going to let Him? Are we going to trust Him? (Beth Moore) 

Dear God~As the chapters unfold, I pray for Your purpose to be fulfilled in my life thru the mountains, valleys, falls and victories. May my story be all about You...every moment, every day...in every situation. ♥~thl