"Oh the power of a godly touch. Someone who dried your tears, held your hand, braced your shoulder? Offer a godly touch to someone today." ~Max Lucado
Have you ever been there? A rough day roars in and then someone...
shares a smile?
makes you laugh?
compliments you?
surprises you with a hug?
hears what you don't say?
reaches for your hand?
sends you an unexpected message?
pats your back?
asks how you're really doing?
shows you they care?
brings you flowers?
helps you load the groceries?
treats you with respect?
goes the extra mile?
thanks you for something from years ago?
tells you they love you?
I call these moments "nods from God." He knows what we hold inside. I have seen Him shine through family members, precious friends or complete strangers...at just the right time. Do you know what's even more enjoyable than receiving a nod from God? Try letting Him work through you to touch another life for Him! Amazing! ♥~thl
"I always thank my God as I remember you in my prayers because I hear about your faith in the Lord Jesus and your love for all the saints." Philemon 4>5
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Do I....?
I listen to the clock as each fleeting second passes.
I am reminded of the value of each moment.
Do I...
thank God for each breath I take?
remind loved ones how much I care?
smile at those I meet each day?
ask how others really feel?
listen closely to what others share?
encourage another person daily?
think about others more than myself?
share compassion more than criticism?
speak my words to match my faith?
live my life to match my words?
promote peace instead of division?
take responsibility when I hurt someone?
praise Him in the daily path?
reach out to a struggling soul?
show gratitude instead of attitude?
cling to hope in the middle of pain?
reflect Him in all I do?
love Him faithfully and others unconditionally?
Dear God~May all I do...may all I say...whether in words, deeds, actions, expressions or the direction of my life...glorify, honor and magnify You...above all.♥~thl
"Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving." Colossians 3: 23>24
I am reminded of the value of each moment.
Do I...
thank God for each breath I take?
remind loved ones how much I care?
smile at those I meet each day?
ask how others really feel?
listen closely to what others share?
encourage another person daily?
think about others more than myself?
share compassion more than criticism?
speak my words to match my faith?
live my life to match my words?
promote peace instead of division?
take responsibility when I hurt someone?
praise Him in the daily path?
reach out to a struggling soul?
show gratitude instead of attitude?
cling to hope in the middle of pain?
reflect Him in all I do?
love Him faithfully and others unconditionally?
Dear God~May all I do...may all I say...whether in words, deeds, actions, expressions or the direction of my life...glorify, honor and magnify You...above all.♥~thl
"Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving." Colossians 3: 23>24
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Candlelight thoughts...
Candlelight...
softens an atmosphere with its delicate glow,
illuminates the beauty of those nearby,
gently warms surrounding hearts,
guides and directs with gradual view,
peacefully restrains greater potential,
dances in gentle winds and breezes,
drives out the grip of darkness,
brings focus to that which is important,
embraces opportunity for intimacy,
produces calmness within the soul.
His Light...
softens this harsh world with His love,
illuminates beauty in each precious life,
warms hearts with His steadfast hope,
patiently guides us with gradual steps,
peacefully assures us of His awesome power,
stands firm in storms and trials,
overcomes the grip of darkness,
brings focus and purpose to His perfect plan,
embraces opportunity for relationship with Him,
produces constant, life-changing, eternal peace. ♥~thl
"When Jesus spoke again to the people, He said, 'I am the Light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the Light of life.' " John 8: 12
softens an atmosphere with its delicate glow,
illuminates the beauty of those nearby,
gently warms surrounding hearts,
guides and directs with gradual view,
peacefully restrains greater potential,
dances in gentle winds and breezes,
drives out the grip of darkness,
brings focus to that which is important,
embraces opportunity for intimacy,
produces calmness within the soul.
His Light...
softens this harsh world with His love,
illuminates beauty in each precious life,
warms hearts with His steadfast hope,
patiently guides us with gradual steps,
peacefully assures us of His awesome power,
stands firm in storms and trials,
overcomes the grip of darkness,
brings focus and purpose to His perfect plan,
embraces opportunity for relationship with Him,
produces constant, life-changing, eternal peace. ♥~thl
"When Jesus spoke again to the people, He said, 'I am the Light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the Light of life.' " John 8: 12
Monday, February 25, 2013
Knowing...
"No matter what the Lord has allowed to come into your path, cry out to Him in the middle of it because somehow He is fulfilling your purpose." - Beth Moore
Dear God~
What peace we have knowing You are always with us.
What hope we have knowing You never give up on us.
What joy we have knowing You never walk away from us.
What strength we have knowing You are holding onto us.
What purpose we have knowing You are working through us.
What love we know because You call us...Yours. ♥~thl
Dear God~
What peace we have knowing You are always with us.
What hope we have knowing You never give up on us.
What joy we have knowing You never walk away from us.
What strength we have knowing You are holding onto us.
What purpose we have knowing You are working through us.
What love we know because You call us...Yours. ♥~thl
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Then and Now...
In this season of life, I thought I would...
live elsewhere,
have my graduate degree,
be healthier,
live stronger,
have more children,
reach additional goals,
be more involved,
feel more accomplished,
believe in people more,
hope that God still loves me.
In the reality of life, I now...
live just where He led us,
still dream of that degree,
realize when I am weak, He is strong,
know my life is in His hands,
thank Him for our wonderful family,
never lose hope in old and new goals,
believe my relationship with Him matters most,
accomplish opportunities only He could orchestrate,
accept that loving people is most important,
trust God and His love completely. ♥~thl
"For My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways," declares the Lord. "As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts." Isaiah 55: 8>9
live elsewhere,
have my graduate degree,
be healthier,
live stronger,
have more children,
reach additional goals,
be more involved,
feel more accomplished,
believe in people more,
hope that God still loves me.
In the reality of life, I now...
live just where He led us,
still dream of that degree,
realize when I am weak, He is strong,
know my life is in His hands,
thank Him for our wonderful family,
never lose hope in old and new goals,
believe my relationship with Him matters most,
accomplish opportunities only He could orchestrate,
accept that loving people is most important,
trust God and His love completely. ♥~thl
"For My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways," declares the Lord. "As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts." Isaiah 55: 8>9
Saturday, February 23, 2013
It only takes a moment...
It only takes a moment...
to touch a life forever,
to show a heart real love,
to affirm a soul's value,
to make a smile appear,
to bring a laugh from within.
to hug the brokenhearted,
to wipe away a tear,
to speak a word of kindness,
to pray for those in pain,
to reach down to pull up,
to bring tenderness to those struggling,
to walk beside them faithfully,
to thank Him for each other.
It only takes a moment...
to wound a life forever,
to show a heart real damage,
to treat a soul as worthless,
to make a smile disappear,
to cause a pierce within,
to deeply break a heart,
to prompt tears to form,
to speak words too harshly,
to produce unimaginable pain,
to put someone down,
to allow carelessness and harm,
to walk away flippantly,
to disobey Him by mistreating others.
Dear God~I wish that we would think about each word before we speak. I wish we would evaluate each deed before it is done. I wish we would treat another as we want to be treated. Please, please forgive us for the damage we so often do. May our love for You never be questioned by how we treat each other. ♥~thl
"A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another." John: 13: 34>35
to touch a life forever,
to show a heart real love,
to affirm a soul's value,
to make a smile appear,
to bring a laugh from within.
to hug the brokenhearted,
to wipe away a tear,
to speak a word of kindness,
to pray for those in pain,
to reach down to pull up,
to bring tenderness to those struggling,
to walk beside them faithfully,
to thank Him for each other.
It only takes a moment...
to wound a life forever,
to show a heart real damage,
to treat a soul as worthless,
to make a smile disappear,
to cause a pierce within,
to deeply break a heart,
to prompt tears to form,
to speak words too harshly,
to produce unimaginable pain,
to put someone down,
to allow carelessness and harm,
to walk away flippantly,
to disobey Him by mistreating others.
Dear God~I wish that we would think about each word before we speak. I wish we would evaluate each deed before it is done. I wish we would treat another as we want to be treated. Please, please forgive us for the damage we so often do. May our love for You never be questioned by how we treat each other. ♥~thl
"A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another." John: 13: 34>35
Suits, Sweats and Swimwear...
It is no secret that I like clothes! I am not a "clothes-horse". I do not own more clothes than I can wear. I love, love, love wearing dresses and I do not own a pair of jeans. I am extemely picky about what I will wear. Oh, and finding a sale on clothes I need and like, I confess, makes me one very delighted lady!
It's time to re-organize closets, give away what I no longer wear, shop for what I need and create order out of my collection. Naturally, my analytical mind began thinking. Maybe...our relationships could be compared to some of our clothing.
Suits> I love wearing suits! I recently gave away well over a dozen suits and still have some left...while hoping to purchase more. Suits bring out the "best" in us. They are more formal, dressy and acceptable for the most serious, special and honorable occasions. When I wear a suit, I feel I am presenting the best form of me I can possibly offer. It may not always be the most comfortable attire but it is meaningful enough for us that we are willing to invest our time, efforts and interests in what we truly value.
"Suit relationships" are those which we respect, value and perceive in such a way that we are willing to present our very best for others...whether at work, Church, special occasions, groups, etc.. We invest our greatest efforts and abilities to affirm support of what and who mean so much to us, even at the cost of ourselves and our comfort. I have enjoyed these relationships often and found them quite enjoyable, cherished and memorable!
Sweats> On a cold, wintry day, I love to put on my Virginia Tech sweatpants and football jersey. I thoroughly enjoy the warmth, comfort and ease I feel when I can just "be myself." I may wear limited cosmetics, put my hair in a messy ponytail and perhaps wear socks...but no shoes. This is not a time to be formal, reserved or uncomfortable. I can just relax...with no unnecessary concerns. I am content and secure...just as I am....plain and simple.
"Sweats relationships" are very precious to me. I love being around family and friends who know me...good and bad...yet still love me. I often think of my college days when we had our best talks in the dorm. We ate popcorn, watched tv, stayed up late...and shared life..real life. No pretention. Just relaxed, safe and comfortable life. My family is like this. We enjoy dressing up for special occasions. But when we return home, shoes are taken off, comfy clothes are put on and we share our hearts, souls, thoughts and even tears with one another. Such times are warm, serene and safe. I deeply appreciate those in my life I can feel this comfortable around...and know I am accepted, loved and embraced...no matter how imperfect I am.
Swimwear> Honestly, swimwear is a rare item in my closet. Long, long ago, I wore bikini swimsuits and less "binding" swimwear respectfully but freely. Those days are over! I could say it's because I am allergic to the sun...which is true. I could say it's because I don't look I did before pregnancies and multiple surgeries...which is also true. I could share lots of reasons for not wearing swimwear much anymore. But the main reason is...vulnerability. I find it most difficult to wear something that makes me more vulnerable, exposed, and sensitive for that proves even more my many, obvious imperfections.
"Swimwear relationships" are rare in life. Yet there are times when vulnerability, openness, and sensitive care are necessary for health and healing. It is difficult to share our deepest thoughts, fears, feelings, weaknesses...and scars with others. We find ourselves more exposed to another person who must be trustworthy, respectful and honor confidentiality. It is risky! But I thank God for the very, very few, yet essential vulnerable relationships He gave me. They know my innermost life that I could never reveal to others. These dear and trusted souls have walked beside me through the most delicate storms, valleys and challenges I occasionally face. I am vulnerable to them. I risk much by allowing them to see my wounds, scars, concerns and imperfections. Yet they honor my trust completely. They love me unconditionally. They care consistently. They never criticize or condemn me facetiously. They guide me tenderly and walk beside me faithfully. Interestingly, it is in these difficult relationships...that I am strengthened most. I thank God for these precious souls He works through so beautifully.
Suits, sweats and swimwear...I pray we honor Him by serving others in each capacity.
Dear God~Thank You for loving me no matter what I wear...suit, sweats or swimwear. I know You love me, hold me and heal me. May I treat others...in whatever relationships we share...with the dignity, sensitivity, hope, peace, joy and love You have given me. You continue to teach me that You, the One who knows me best...loves me most! ♥~thl
"Yet I am always with You; You hold me by my right hand. You guide me with Your counsel, and afterward You will take me into glory." Psalm 73: 23>24
It's time to re-organize closets, give away what I no longer wear, shop for what I need and create order out of my collection. Naturally, my analytical mind began thinking. Maybe...our relationships could be compared to some of our clothing.
Suits> I love wearing suits! I recently gave away well over a dozen suits and still have some left...while hoping to purchase more. Suits bring out the "best" in us. They are more formal, dressy and acceptable for the most serious, special and honorable occasions. When I wear a suit, I feel I am presenting the best form of me I can possibly offer. It may not always be the most comfortable attire but it is meaningful enough for us that we are willing to invest our time, efforts and interests in what we truly value.
"Suit relationships" are those which we respect, value and perceive in such a way that we are willing to present our very best for others...whether at work, Church, special occasions, groups, etc.. We invest our greatest efforts and abilities to affirm support of what and who mean so much to us, even at the cost of ourselves and our comfort. I have enjoyed these relationships often and found them quite enjoyable, cherished and memorable!
Sweats> On a cold, wintry day, I love to put on my Virginia Tech sweatpants and football jersey. I thoroughly enjoy the warmth, comfort and ease I feel when I can just "be myself." I may wear limited cosmetics, put my hair in a messy ponytail and perhaps wear socks...but no shoes. This is not a time to be formal, reserved or uncomfortable. I can just relax...with no unnecessary concerns. I am content and secure...just as I am....plain and simple.
"Sweats relationships" are very precious to me. I love being around family and friends who know me...good and bad...yet still love me. I often think of my college days when we had our best talks in the dorm. We ate popcorn, watched tv, stayed up late...and shared life..real life. No pretention. Just relaxed, safe and comfortable life. My family is like this. We enjoy dressing up for special occasions. But when we return home, shoes are taken off, comfy clothes are put on and we share our hearts, souls, thoughts and even tears with one another. Such times are warm, serene and safe. I deeply appreciate those in my life I can feel this comfortable around...and know I am accepted, loved and embraced...no matter how imperfect I am.
Swimwear> Honestly, swimwear is a rare item in my closet. Long, long ago, I wore bikini swimsuits and less "binding" swimwear respectfully but freely. Those days are over! I could say it's because I am allergic to the sun...which is true. I could say it's because I don't look I did before pregnancies and multiple surgeries...which is also true. I could share lots of reasons for not wearing swimwear much anymore. But the main reason is...vulnerability. I find it most difficult to wear something that makes me more vulnerable, exposed, and sensitive for that proves even more my many, obvious imperfections.
"Swimwear relationships" are rare in life. Yet there are times when vulnerability, openness, and sensitive care are necessary for health and healing. It is difficult to share our deepest thoughts, fears, feelings, weaknesses...and scars with others. We find ourselves more exposed to another person who must be trustworthy, respectful and honor confidentiality. It is risky! But I thank God for the very, very few, yet essential vulnerable relationships He gave me. They know my innermost life that I could never reveal to others. These dear and trusted souls have walked beside me through the most delicate storms, valleys and challenges I occasionally face. I am vulnerable to them. I risk much by allowing them to see my wounds, scars, concerns and imperfections. Yet they honor my trust completely. They love me unconditionally. They care consistently. They never criticize or condemn me facetiously. They guide me tenderly and walk beside me faithfully. Interestingly, it is in these difficult relationships...that I am strengthened most. I thank God for these precious souls He works through so beautifully.
Suits, sweats and swimwear...I pray we honor Him by serving others in each capacity.
Dear God~Thank You for loving me no matter what I wear...suit, sweats or swimwear. I know You love me, hold me and heal me. May I treat others...in whatever relationships we share...with the dignity, sensitivity, hope, peace, joy and love You have given me. You continue to teach me that You, the One who knows me best...loves me most! ♥~thl
"Yet I am always with You; You hold me by my right hand. You guide me with Your counsel, and afterward You will take me into glory." Psalm 73: 23>24
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Happy Birthday, Grandma Jenny!
She was one of the sweetest ladies who ever lived. She loved...everyone. She gave much...although she had little. She laughed...even when life wasn't always easy for her. She cherished her family and was passionate about their lives. She encouraged others continually. She loved God and lived her faith...daily.
She was..and is my Grandma Jenny. Today (February 22) would be her 103rd birthday had she not gone Home in 2001. I miss her so much. Yet I know she now enjoys a whole, healed and wonderful life with the One she walked beside so closely here.
I remember her love for the song, "Amazing Grace." She played and sang it on her old player piano that sat in the corner of her living room. Somehow that song just seemed so "her." Truly, she was a woman of grace.
As in most southern homes, we didn't go to Grandma's house without sharing "a bite to eat" around the table. We always made time for that, at her insistence. She was an incredible cook. She was a precious Mother, Grandmother, Sister, neighbor and friend. I believe most of the town called her "Grandma Jenny." Her memory was sharp until her last breath. She could tell us what someone wore during a visit years earlier. Her sense of humor was contagious. Her spirit and strength inspired me. We loved sharing secrets. She shared recipes with me. And her life was all about...love.
I miss you so much, Grandma. Thank you for always loving me, listening to me, believing in me and teaching me so much about life. I miss hearing your voice...your laughter...your wisdom. But I know...without a doubt...where you now live. I know you are singing with the angels. I know you will never hurt again. I know you are having wonderful conversations with Jesus. And I know that when the day comes that I go Home...you will be there waiting for me, just as you promised. Hug Jesus for me...and all our loved ones who are now there with you. I love you, Grandma! Thanks for being you, for being His and for being a woman of Amazing Grace. Happy Birthday in Heaven, honey! I will see you soon! ♥~thl
She was..and is my Grandma Jenny. Today (February 22) would be her 103rd birthday had she not gone Home in 2001. I miss her so much. Yet I know she now enjoys a whole, healed and wonderful life with the One she walked beside so closely here.
I remember her love for the song, "Amazing Grace." She played and sang it on her old player piano that sat in the corner of her living room. Somehow that song just seemed so "her." Truly, she was a woman of grace.
As in most southern homes, we didn't go to Grandma's house without sharing "a bite to eat" around the table. We always made time for that, at her insistence. She was an incredible cook. She was a precious Mother, Grandmother, Sister, neighbor and friend. I believe most of the town called her "Grandma Jenny." Her memory was sharp until her last breath. She could tell us what someone wore during a visit years earlier. Her sense of humor was contagious. Her spirit and strength inspired me. We loved sharing secrets. She shared recipes with me. And her life was all about...love.
I miss you so much, Grandma. Thank you for always loving me, listening to me, believing in me and teaching me so much about life. I miss hearing your voice...your laughter...your wisdom. But I know...without a doubt...where you now live. I know you are singing with the angels. I know you will never hurt again. I know you are having wonderful conversations with Jesus. And I know that when the day comes that I go Home...you will be there waiting for me, just as you promised. Hug Jesus for me...and all our loved ones who are now there with you. I love you, Grandma! Thanks for being you, for being His and for being a woman of Amazing Grace. Happy Birthday in Heaven, honey! I will see you soon! ♥~thl
Asthma lessons
Weather changes today, which are leading us toward freezing rain/sleet/snow tonight, have made my asthma quite challenging! In the middle of it all...I am reminded of the incredible, miraculous and amazing gift of life God breathes into us each day.
Knowing I depend on Him for each breath, each heartbeat, each second of life...helps me realize just how wonderful and loving He is to us! As... I inhale the Rxs to keep my airways open, I pray that I will always be open to His purpose in my life. As I exhale, I pray I will release all my cares and burdens to Him. When I finally reach another full and joyful breath, I know my first priority is to give Him praise! Only God could teach me about His mercy, grace and love...through the struggles of asthma. If that is what it takes to learn more about leaning on Him, then I am grateful for an opportunity to honor Him in this situation, too.
Thank You, God, for the breath of life...on every level! ♥~thl
Knowing I depend on Him for each breath, each heartbeat, each second of life...helps me realize just how wonderful and loving He is to us! As... I inhale the Rxs to keep my airways open, I pray that I will always be open to His purpose in my life. As I exhale, I pray I will release all my cares and burdens to Him. When I finally reach another full and joyful breath, I know my first priority is to give Him praise! Only God could teach me about His mercy, grace and love...through the struggles of asthma. If that is what it takes to learn more about leaning on Him, then I am grateful for an opportunity to honor Him in this situation, too.
Thank You, God, for the breath of life...on every level! ♥~thl
A new day...
Dear God~
Thank You for another day...
We are breathing, walking, talking, thinking
and that means we are very blessed.
I pray for all of those who hurt today.
Whether it is pain in the body, heart or soul,
I pray Your love and hope will carry them.
I pray for all our loved ones, near and far.
Please hold them close and may they know
that miles do not separate the love we share.
I pray for all those expecting winter weather today.
Thank You for the beauty of winter...but please
keep each precious life safe and warm.
I thank You for days we do not struggle.
But I also thank You for guiding us when we do.
What a difference it makes knowing You care.
Thank You for this journey of life.
Thank You for giving us life.
Thank You for the miracle of life.
May the words we speak,
and the deeds we share
honor You above all.
May Your love remind us to love others.
May Your hope give us peace and strength.
May Your Presence give us comfort and assurance.
Thank You, God, for this day to honor,
praise, love, learn, lean and listen to...
You. ♥~thl
"This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it." Psalm 118: 24
Thank You for another day...
We are breathing, walking, talking, thinking
and that means we are very blessed.
I pray for all of those who hurt today.
Whether it is pain in the body, heart or soul,
I pray Your love and hope will carry them.
I pray for all our loved ones, near and far.
Please hold them close and may they know
that miles do not separate the love we share.
I pray for all those expecting winter weather today.
Thank You for the beauty of winter...but please
keep each precious life safe and warm.
I thank You for days we do not struggle.
But I also thank You for guiding us when we do.
What a difference it makes knowing You care.
Thank You for this journey of life.
Thank You for giving us life.
Thank You for the miracle of life.
May the words we speak,
and the deeds we share
honor You above all.
May Your love remind us to love others.
May Your hope give us peace and strength.
May Your Presence give us comfort and assurance.
Thank You, God, for this day to honor,
praise, love, learn, lean and listen to...
You. ♥~thl
"This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it." Psalm 118: 24
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Newness of Spring
Dear God~
I love Spring...
birds singing, flowers everywhere, new growth...
mountains turning shades of green,
brighter light in the valleys,
longer days and warmer temperatures,
cleansing, fresh rains,
new birth, new life, new beginnings.
I love life with You...
reasons for singing, beauty everywhere, new growth,
glorious mountain top celebrations,
brighter hope in the valleys,
long talks with You and warm assurance of Your love,
cleansing forgiveness and fresh starts,
new birth, new life, new beginnings.
Thank You, God for Spring...
hope, love, second chances, transformations.
You touch my life with beauty, promises and healing rain.
I know You never cease to care. ♥~thl
"Give thanks to the Lord, call on His name; make known among the nations what He has done. Sing to Him, sing Praise to Him; tell of all His wonderful acts. Glory in His holy name; let the hearts of those who seek the Lord rejoice. Look to the Lord and His strength; seek His face always." Psalm 105: 1 > 4
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Eyes and ears...for Him...
"We want to have eyes that do not just see but perceive, and we want to have ears that do not just hear but truly listen." - Beth Moore
Dear God~May my eyes perceive what You lead me to notice. May my ears listen to the hearts of others. May I notice people in crowds instead of crowds of people. May I respond with love, compassion, hope and peace found only in You. May I never be too busy to care. May I always serve You not just with words...but with actions...even when no one is watching! May I touch other lives for You....as You have touched my life through others. May I serve You...completely. ♥~thl
Dear God~May my eyes perceive what You lead me to notice. May my ears listen to the hearts of others. May I notice people in crowds instead of crowds of people. May I respond with love, compassion, hope and peace found only in You. May I never be too busy to care. May I always serve You not just with words...but with actions...even when no one is watching! May I touch other lives for You....as You have touched my life through others. May I serve You...completely. ♥~thl
Monday, February 18, 2013
Today...I trust...
Today is not an easy day...but a blessed day. Today brings much heartache and loss to our lives. Today reminds me that God still loves me when I don't understand and He embraces us in the valleys as well as on the mountain tops.
Today is the birthday of the little girl we came so very close to adopting from China. This would have been her first birthday experienced in our family. We worked six long, stressful and expensive years to bring her home. But only God knows what and why our dream ended last year. Today we pray for her, love her dearly and trust God to hold her in His arms wherever she may be. Today we thank Him for holding us during this time of loss, grief, uncertainty, confusion and sadness. Today, we truly realize that He knows what is best even when our lives are shattered with no explanation. Happy Birthday, Song! You will always be a part of our hearts, lives and family. We love and miss you so very much.
Today is also the birthday of our precious "Papaw Curtis"...our Kentucky Dad...who passed away last October. He would have turned 91 today. We certainly know he is enjoying a wonderful celebration in Heaven...healed, whole and in the Presence of God. We miss you, Papaw Curtis! We often called you "Mr. Perfect" here on earth...but we now know you are perfect with no more pain. We will see you soon!
Today my faith means far more than words. Today my heart breaks...but I know He cares, understands the loss of a child, wipes my tears and hears my silent sobs. Today we miss our precious loved one who has gone Home. But I know we shall see him again....and spend eternity together. Today...words do not describe tragedy, loss, confusion, disappointment and empty arms. But today reminds me...that with Him, the journey continues...trust remains...hope is not lost and love goes beyond tragedy and loss. Today I hold onto the One who continues to guide my life...even when I do not understand the pain of the past or the path of the future. Today...I trust Him...completely. ♥~thl
"Your righteousness reaches to the skies, O God, You, who have done great things, Who, O God, is like You? Though You have made me see troubles, many and bitter, You will restore my life again; from the depths of the earth You will again bring me up. You will increase my honor and comfort me once again." Psalm 71: 19>21
Today is the birthday of the little girl we came so very close to adopting from China. This would have been her first birthday experienced in our family. We worked six long, stressful and expensive years to bring her home. But only God knows what and why our dream ended last year. Today we pray for her, love her dearly and trust God to hold her in His arms wherever she may be. Today we thank Him for holding us during this time of loss, grief, uncertainty, confusion and sadness. Today, we truly realize that He knows what is best even when our lives are shattered with no explanation. Happy Birthday, Song! You will always be a part of our hearts, lives and family. We love and miss you so very much.
Today is also the birthday of our precious "Papaw Curtis"...our Kentucky Dad...who passed away last October. He would have turned 91 today. We certainly know he is enjoying a wonderful celebration in Heaven...healed, whole and in the Presence of God. We miss you, Papaw Curtis! We often called you "Mr. Perfect" here on earth...but we now know you are perfect with no more pain. We will see you soon!
Today my faith means far more than words. Today my heart breaks...but I know He cares, understands the loss of a child, wipes my tears and hears my silent sobs. Today we miss our precious loved one who has gone Home. But I know we shall see him again....and spend eternity together. Today...words do not describe tragedy, loss, confusion, disappointment and empty arms. But today reminds me...that with Him, the journey continues...trust remains...hope is not lost and love goes beyond tragedy and loss. Today I hold onto the One who continues to guide my life...even when I do not understand the pain of the past or the path of the future. Today...I trust Him...completely. ♥~thl
"Your righteousness reaches to the skies, O God, You, who have done great things, Who, O God, is like You? Though You have made me see troubles, many and bitter, You will restore my life again; from the depths of the earth You will again bring me up. You will increase my honor and comfort me once again." Psalm 71: 19>21
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Wondering to remember...
I often wonder what to do when...
it seems the world is falling apart,
someone's cruelness pierces our hearts,
others who should love us...don't,
the sting of pain overcomes our bodies,
death brings emptiness we just can't shake,
disease consumes the lives of loved ones,
promises are broken,
words do not match actions,
trusted people lose our respect,
and dreams are shattered for no reason.
And then I remember...
You hold the world in Your hands,
You know the cruelty of a pierced heart,
You love us when we don't deserve it,
You give us strength through all the pain,
You bring victory beyond death's grip,
You heal disease here or at Home,
Your Word is true past, present and future,
You are consistent and complete,
You give us every reason to trust you always,
and Your plan for my life far exceeds my dreams.
As I wonder, remember and hold onto You, I thank You for love, peace, hope and faithfulness, Thank You, God, for never letting go of me. ♥~thl
"But You, O Lord, are a compasssionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness." Psalm 86: 15
it seems the world is falling apart,
someone's cruelness pierces our hearts,
others who should love us...don't,
the sting of pain overcomes our bodies,
death brings emptiness we just can't shake,
disease consumes the lives of loved ones,
promises are broken,
words do not match actions,
trusted people lose our respect,
and dreams are shattered for no reason.
And then I remember...
You hold the world in Your hands,
You know the cruelty of a pierced heart,
You love us when we don't deserve it,
You give us strength through all the pain,
You bring victory beyond death's grip,
You heal disease here or at Home,
Your Word is true past, present and future,
You are consistent and complete,
You give us every reason to trust you always,
and Your plan for my life far exceeds my dreams.
As I wonder, remember and hold onto You, I thank You for love, peace, hope and faithfulness, Thank You, God, for never letting go of me. ♥~thl
"But You, O Lord, are a compasssionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness." Psalm 86: 15
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Today I will...
Today, I will...
thank Him repeatedly,
listen to Him deliberately,
hold His hand continually,
honor Him consistently,
speak to others respectfully,
care about them genuinely,
encourage them abundantly,
pray for them regularly,
live for Him authentically,
hope in Him steadily,
trust in Him completely...
and love Him...wholeheartedly. ♥~thl
"..I trust in God's unfailing love for ever and ever. I will praise You forever for what You have done; in Your name I will hope, for Your name is good. I will praise You in the presence of Your saints." Psalm 52: 8 > 9
thank Him repeatedly,
listen to Him deliberately,
hold His hand continually,
honor Him consistently,
speak to others respectfully,
care about them genuinely,
encourage them abundantly,
pray for them regularly,
live for Him authentically,
hope in Him steadily,
trust in Him completely...
and love Him...wholeheartedly. ♥~thl
"..I trust in God's unfailing love for ever and ever. I will praise You forever for what You have done; in Your name I will hope, for Your name is good. I will praise You in the presence of Your saints." Psalm 52: 8 > 9
Friday, February 15, 2013
More than...
I wonder how different this world would be if...
we cared more than criticized...
listened more than talked...
hugged more than hated...
thanked more than forgot...
hoped more than despaired...
forgave more than grudged...
included more than ignored...
shared more than kept...
prayed more than judged...
honored more than degraded...
praised more than pretended...
lived more than retreated...
and loved more than anything. ♥~thl
"Create in me a pure heart, O God; and renew a steadfast spirit within me." Psalm 51: 10
we cared more than criticized...
listened more than talked...
hugged more than hated...
thanked more than forgot...
hoped more than despaired...
forgave more than grudged...
included more than ignored...
shared more than kept...
prayed more than judged...
honored more than degraded...
praised more than pretended...
lived more than retreated...
and loved more than anything. ♥~thl
"Create in me a pure heart, O God; and renew a steadfast spirit within me." Psalm 51: 10
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Live, Laugh Love....Lord...
Our precious daughter, Rachel, gave us a beautiful towel set today that had "Live, Laugh, Love" monogrammed on each piece. She knows I really love that quote and try to apply it daily. I began to think...
Live...enthusiastically, completely, hopefully, gratefully. Make each moment count. Count each moment as a gift. Live with wonder, adventure and amazement. It can all change in a heartbeat. Embrace it.
Laugh...joyfully, freely, delightfully, youthfully. Laughter is good for us. It touches others. It brings people together. It holds us together. Laugh like a child...as if it comes from our toes. Laughter is contagious and lifts the soul. Share it.
Love...unconditionally, consistently, peacefully, generously. Love those who love you. Love those who do not love you. Love those who hurt you. Love others, yourself, and God, above all. Love heals hearts. Love carries us. Love sacrifices. Express it.
I add the word, "Lord," to this quote for He is the very reason I live, laugh and love. Without Him, I would not be alive...or able to laugh...or willing to love. He holds me in His hands. He places joy in my heart. He teaches me about real love.
Live, Laugh, Love....for Him, in Him and through Him. He brings joy to my journey, hope to my heart, comfort in conflict and strength in the struggles. May His Presence be known in my every breath. ♥~thl
"This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it." Psalm 118: 24
Live...enthusiastically, completely, hopefully, gratefully. Make each moment count. Count each moment as a gift. Live with wonder, adventure and amazement. It can all change in a heartbeat. Embrace it.
Laugh...joyfully, freely, delightfully, youthfully. Laughter is good for us. It touches others. It brings people together. It holds us together. Laugh like a child...as if it comes from our toes. Laughter is contagious and lifts the soul. Share it.
Love...unconditionally, consistently, peacefully, generously. Love those who love you. Love those who do not love you. Love those who hurt you. Love others, yourself, and God, above all. Love heals hearts. Love carries us. Love sacrifices. Express it.
I add the word, "Lord," to this quote for He is the very reason I live, laugh and love. Without Him, I would not be alive...or able to laugh...or willing to love. He holds me in His hands. He places joy in my heart. He teaches me about real love.
Live, Laugh, Love....for Him, in Him and through Him. He brings joy to my journey, hope to my heart, comfort in conflict and strength in the struggles. May His Presence be known in my every breath. ♥~thl
"This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it." Psalm 118: 24
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
More than a day...
It's Valentine's Day...and it is my prayer that every beating heart will know love. But I must admit...I used to dread February 14. Yes, I love pink. I love flowers. White chocolate is delicious. Cards are wonderful. But that sinking feeling deep inside hurt so deeply. Somehow, I measured the value of Valentine's Day based on whether I was "worth it" enough to date or be included in the excitement of the day.
This was very difficult for me in college. I was usually everyone's friend or sister...but rarely anyone's "gal." When the time arrived for the Sweetheart Banquet, and dating details swarmed the campus about who was going with whom...I knew I would not attend the banquet. So I jumped in my VW, drove off campus, grabbed a sandwich somewhere and returned to campus at just the right time. That time would deliberately be after all the couples had gone to the banquet. I didn't enjoy watching them leave or return. I knew that if I was away, I could escape the beginning. If I returned to campus while they were gone, I could go to my room, turn on music and stay busy to hopefully muffle the laughter and excitement upon their return. Hopefully.
I had many precious friends on campus. I was happy for all those at the banquet. I knew I wasn't the only student left in the dorms. But somehow I felt so...rejected...left out...insignificant...ignored...invaluable. Rather than admit it, I assured myself that it was ok to be "independent"...and I pushed that pain deep within the secret places of my soul.
Reflecting back on that time, I now see it differently. Of course, isolation from the banquet crowd was painful. Hearing preparations in the dorms wasn't easy. Realizing I was loved enough as a sister or friend but not as a date...was challenging. But I wish that I had not seen that situation as a measurement of my value. How wonderful it may have been to plan something for "non-banquet" students. How precious it would have been if I had simply driven off campus to the nearby lake...and spent time praying to the One Who loved me most.
Today celebrates love. But it is my hope and prayer that we will spend every day...sharing love with others...freely, kindly, joyfully, gratefully. Each heart needs to know someone cares. Each life deserves to know value, compassion, respect and hope in Him. Many loved ones cherish this day in a special way. I certainly understand that. But I must also wonder about the incredible opportunities February 14...and every day of life...would bring if we simply choose to share love...generously, unconditionally, openly and unselfishly...with every precious heart placed in our path. How tragic it is that some hearts break even deeper on a day meant for sharing love. May His love...help me love...each heart...for Him. ♥~thl
"Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and His love is made complete in us." 1 John 4: 11 > 12
This was very difficult for me in college. I was usually everyone's friend or sister...but rarely anyone's "gal." When the time arrived for the Sweetheart Banquet, and dating details swarmed the campus about who was going with whom...I knew I would not attend the banquet. So I jumped in my VW, drove off campus, grabbed a sandwich somewhere and returned to campus at just the right time. That time would deliberately be after all the couples had gone to the banquet. I didn't enjoy watching them leave or return. I knew that if I was away, I could escape the beginning. If I returned to campus while they were gone, I could go to my room, turn on music and stay busy to hopefully muffle the laughter and excitement upon their return. Hopefully.
I had many precious friends on campus. I was happy for all those at the banquet. I knew I wasn't the only student left in the dorms. But somehow I felt so...rejected...left out...insignificant...ignored...invaluable. Rather than admit it, I assured myself that it was ok to be "independent"...and I pushed that pain deep within the secret places of my soul.
Reflecting back on that time, I now see it differently. Of course, isolation from the banquet crowd was painful. Hearing preparations in the dorms wasn't easy. Realizing I was loved enough as a sister or friend but not as a date...was challenging. But I wish that I had not seen that situation as a measurement of my value. How wonderful it may have been to plan something for "non-banquet" students. How precious it would have been if I had simply driven off campus to the nearby lake...and spent time praying to the One Who loved me most.
Today celebrates love. But it is my hope and prayer that we will spend every day...sharing love with others...freely, kindly, joyfully, gratefully. Each heart needs to know someone cares. Each life deserves to know value, compassion, respect and hope in Him. Many loved ones cherish this day in a special way. I certainly understand that. But I must also wonder about the incredible opportunities February 14...and every day of life...would bring if we simply choose to share love...generously, unconditionally, openly and unselfishly...with every precious heart placed in our path. How tragic it is that some hearts break even deeper on a day meant for sharing love. May His love...help me love...each heart...for Him. ♥~thl
"Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and His love is made complete in us." 1 John 4: 11 > 12
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Books, Chapters, Pages and Words...
We have a dream for our next house. After many years of collecting college books, purchasing books during almost twenty-nine years of marriage, plus my growing counseling and cookbook collections, Tim and I look forward to displaying all of our books in one place...finally. We are already considering organizational methods as well as display and decoration ideas for this enormous book collection so it won't appear too, well, library-ish. Our collection should be an interesting and attractive statement of our lives and purpose.
Books remind me of long letters from authors all over the world with information, instruction, wisdom and creativity. Some are brilliant. Others are boring. Some are humorous. Others are serious. Some are gifts. Others are challenges. Some remind us of loved ones past and present. Books reflect so much about our culture, our history and even...our lives.
Books fascinate me for different reasons. I remember watching my Dad study and read the Bible to us when we were children. I remember Mom writing articles for the local newspaper and poetry while I thought she should write her own book. I remember libraries in our Church and schools. I remember elementary teachers reading the Bible to us each morning and other books in the afternoons. Books engage our minds, open our eyes and stir our hearts. Their content and purposes vary...but they always take us to a new level of learning and living.
Even the Word of God is written in a Book called the Bible. Books can influence our eternity! I suppose it shouldn't be difficult to see that our lives are much like books. Some chapters are quite basic. Others are more involved. Some chapters are difficult to understand. Other chapters confuse us no matter how much we review them. Some chapters are heartbreaking and painful. Other chapters provide tremendous celebrations. Some chapters are quite brief. Other chapters are much too long. Some chapters are peaceful while others are traumatic. Some pages and chapters remain blank.
One thing is consistent about books. There's a beginning, middle and end. Each chapter has a purpose. Each page was written by an author who knew how that chapter and the entire book would gradually progress and eventually end.
I am so thankful that the Author of my life continues to write my story. I don't understand some chapters. I have enjoyed some far more than others. Some of the details, plots, characters and events have been quite shocking. Other chapters He pens are incredibly beautiful and joyful. Each page has a purpose. Each chapter leads to another. I don't know the final chapter yet...but I do know there are blank pages He will fill once my story is complete. I find it most comforting to realize that knowing the Author personally...and realizing He writes my story with His precious love...gives me every reason to trust Him through it all. Besides, I have already read another Book He wrote...and I know how it ends. May the Author of my life be illuminated in each chapter, page, line and word as my story unfolds for Him. ♥~thl
"Your Word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path." Psalm 119: 105
Books remind me of long letters from authors all over the world with information, instruction, wisdom and creativity. Some are brilliant. Others are boring. Some are humorous. Others are serious. Some are gifts. Others are challenges. Some remind us of loved ones past and present. Books reflect so much about our culture, our history and even...our lives.
Books fascinate me for different reasons. I remember watching my Dad study and read the Bible to us when we were children. I remember Mom writing articles for the local newspaper and poetry while I thought she should write her own book. I remember libraries in our Church and schools. I remember elementary teachers reading the Bible to us each morning and other books in the afternoons. Books engage our minds, open our eyes and stir our hearts. Their content and purposes vary...but they always take us to a new level of learning and living.
Even the Word of God is written in a Book called the Bible. Books can influence our eternity! I suppose it shouldn't be difficult to see that our lives are much like books. Some chapters are quite basic. Others are more involved. Some chapters are difficult to understand. Other chapters confuse us no matter how much we review them. Some chapters are heartbreaking and painful. Other chapters provide tremendous celebrations. Some chapters are quite brief. Other chapters are much too long. Some chapters are peaceful while others are traumatic. Some pages and chapters remain blank.
One thing is consistent about books. There's a beginning, middle and end. Each chapter has a purpose. Each page was written by an author who knew how that chapter and the entire book would gradually progress and eventually end.
I am so thankful that the Author of my life continues to write my story. I don't understand some chapters. I have enjoyed some far more than others. Some of the details, plots, characters and events have been quite shocking. Other chapters He pens are incredibly beautiful and joyful. Each page has a purpose. Each chapter leads to another. I don't know the final chapter yet...but I do know there are blank pages He will fill once my story is complete. I find it most comforting to realize that knowing the Author personally...and realizing He writes my story with His precious love...gives me every reason to trust Him through it all. Besides, I have already read another Book He wrote...and I know how it ends. May the Author of my life be illuminated in each chapter, page, line and word as my story unfolds for Him. ♥~thl
"Your Word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path." Psalm 119: 105
Monday, February 11, 2013
Horses and Hues...
Traveling home from Lexington recently, we enjoyed viewing the countryside just before sunset. As always, I was thrilled to watch the majestic horses as they ate, ran and relaxed in the rolling pastures of Kentucky's beautiful horse farms. I immediately imagined the joy of riding horses once again. I imagined climbing upon one of those horses and riding, especially that time of day...freely, openly, peacefully and prayerfully. I have found that such moments...spent in the middle God's wondrous creation...are times I seem to see, hear and communicate with Him best. I was enthralled by what I actually saw...and by imagining a scene I dream of quite often.
While I continued to watch those magnificent scenes and daydream about riding, something very unique caught my attention. I quickly asked my family if they noticed it, as well. As the sun began to set, the lighting of its final moments seemed to turn the barren, worn, winter ground into brillant hues of gold and amber. I had never noticed such a transformation before like this one.
Naturally, I began thinking about that lovely example of nature. Then it occurred to me that we can be similarly changed, also. We may sometimes feel that we are living in a winter season of life. It may seem that our purposes, passion and perceptions are dormant, dull, cold and fallen. We may feel empty, discarded and even dead inside. Yet when the Light of His Son shines upon us, everything is changed. His light illuminates us, fills us and causes us to see this journey so differently...bringing vibrance and value. While we may sometimes feel lost in a season of searching, it is wonderful to be reminded that He always accompanies us. There is reason to hold onto hope. There is purpose in our path. There is joy found on this journey. There is Light to lead us, shine within us and shine through us. And that Light from His Son changes everything. ♥~thl
"From the rising of the sun to the place where it sets, the name of the Lord is to be praised." Psalm 113: 3
That's what Love does...
It was a simple, cool, rainy Sunday afternoon after a long, challenging week for our family. For the first time in a very long time, our Micah could not make it home for the weekend. Tim had worked six straight nights in a row. Rachel was tired from long hours at work. I was still trying to regain strength from recent illness. We could have easily crawled into our beds, put the covers over our heads...and slept the day away.
But that's not what love does. Nothing sounded greater to us than to head to Lexington, meet Micah for supper and be together as a family...even if just for a little while. We jumped into the van, took a surprise care package for Micah...and traveled to see our precious loved one. We weren't doing anything extraordinary. We just wanted to be together. We hugged. We laughed. We talked. We listened. We shared. We cared. Because that's what love does.
Of course, that put my analytical mind in motion. I can't imagine what the conversation was like in Heaven long ago when it was understood that Someone would leave a beautiful, perfect, loving place...that would change everything for a fallen world. I can't imagine how He felt knowing that He would spend over three decades in a place which would eventually lead Him to a cruel and horrible death. But He came here anyway...and He worked, healed, loved, died and rose again...because that's what Love does.
Sometimes I wonder if the word "love" is spoken much too freely. We hear about being loved by Him....loving one another in Him...and loving others for Him. It is my prayer that we take that very seriously. If we love...truly love...our actions confirm it. If we love...genuinely love...we consistently live it. We make time for those we love. We help those we love. We listen to those we love. We forgive those we love. We respect those we love. We sacrifice for those we love. We live...that love. Because that is what love does. ♥~thl
"A new command I give you; Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this all men will know that you are My disciples, if you love one another." John 13: 34 > 35
But that's not what love does. Nothing sounded greater to us than to head to Lexington, meet Micah for supper and be together as a family...even if just for a little while. We jumped into the van, took a surprise care package for Micah...and traveled to see our precious loved one. We weren't doing anything extraordinary. We just wanted to be together. We hugged. We laughed. We talked. We listened. We shared. We cared. Because that's what love does.
Of course, that put my analytical mind in motion. I can't imagine what the conversation was like in Heaven long ago when it was understood that Someone would leave a beautiful, perfect, loving place...that would change everything for a fallen world. I can't imagine how He felt knowing that He would spend over three decades in a place which would eventually lead Him to a cruel and horrible death. But He came here anyway...and He worked, healed, loved, died and rose again...because that's what Love does.
Sometimes I wonder if the word "love" is spoken much too freely. We hear about being loved by Him....loving one another in Him...and loving others for Him. It is my prayer that we take that very seriously. If we love...truly love...our actions confirm it. If we love...genuinely love...we consistently live it. We make time for those we love. We help those we love. We listen to those we love. We forgive those we love. We respect those we love. We sacrifice for those we love. We live...that love. Because that is what love does. ♥~thl
"A new command I give you; Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this all men will know that you are My disciples, if you love one another." John 13: 34 > 35
Saturday, February 9, 2013
An Empty Page...
I gaze upon this empty page and wonder how to fill it.
I know my words are simple and yet important in their use.
Perhaps my thoughts conveyed would cause someone to smile.
Yet if I am careless, my words cause unintended pain I can't erase.
I gaze upon each brand new day and wonder how to live it.
I know my life is simple yet created for His unrevealed purpose.
Do I whine, complain and think of myself or think of others first?
Will my actions lift a burdened heart or ignore cries of searching souls?
I gaze upon the years gone by and wonder about my status.
I have Iaughed and cried, stumbled and fallen. I learned and loved and grew.
But did I live those years in ways that served more than mere existence?
The time remaining is so precious for now the frailty of fleeting life is clear.
I gaze upon the faces of family and friends so dear to my heart.
Some are gone, some leaving, some still around yet not closeby.
I ask myself what have I done to touch their lives, their dreams, their souls?
For the path we walk together is brief and moments to love them are too few.
I gaze upon this moment now and wonder how to embrace it.
Each breath, each life, each prayer, each task deserve my total strength.
Each day is different. Each step so precious. No second chances to relive.
I acknowledge my weakness and lean on His guidance to use me for His best.
I gaze upon this empty page and wonder how to fill it.
I reach for Him. He holds my hand and tells me He will lead me.
For all I try to do for Him will never quite suffice.
I know that only through His love, will my page be filled and lived, completely. ♥~thl
"Teach me Your way, O Lord, and I will walk in Your truth; give me an undivided heart, that I may fear Your name. I will praise You, O Lord my God, with all my heart; I will glorify Your name forever." Psalm 86: 11 > 12
I know my words are simple and yet important in their use.
Perhaps my thoughts conveyed would cause someone to smile.
Yet if I am careless, my words cause unintended pain I can't erase.
I gaze upon each brand new day and wonder how to live it.
I know my life is simple yet created for His unrevealed purpose.
Do I whine, complain and think of myself or think of others first?
Will my actions lift a burdened heart or ignore cries of searching souls?
I gaze upon the years gone by and wonder about my status.
I have Iaughed and cried, stumbled and fallen. I learned and loved and grew.
But did I live those years in ways that served more than mere existence?
The time remaining is so precious for now the frailty of fleeting life is clear.
I gaze upon the faces of family and friends so dear to my heart.
Some are gone, some leaving, some still around yet not closeby.
I ask myself what have I done to touch their lives, their dreams, their souls?
For the path we walk together is brief and moments to love them are too few.
I gaze upon this moment now and wonder how to embrace it.
Each breath, each life, each prayer, each task deserve my total strength.
Each day is different. Each step so precious. No second chances to relive.
I acknowledge my weakness and lean on His guidance to use me for His best.
I gaze upon this empty page and wonder how to fill it.
I reach for Him. He holds my hand and tells me He will lead me.
For all I try to do for Him will never quite suffice.
I know that only through His love, will my page be filled and lived, completely. ♥~thl
"Teach me Your way, O Lord, and I will walk in Your truth; give me an undivided heart, that I may fear Your name. I will praise You, O Lord my God, with all my heart; I will glorify Your name forever." Psalm 86: 11 > 12
Friday, February 8, 2013
In His Care...
It is a wonderful childhood memory I cherish.
On summer nights, my window was raised
Which brought sounds of gentle wind,
Crickets, frogs, an occasional owl...
And water flowing from the nearby creek.
That we lovingly called "the branch."
The peaceful sounds soon lulled me to sleep.
The mountain air was clean and light.
The moonlight glowed, casting soft shadows
Upon the lush countryside which we called home.
And I could always sense that He lovingly watched
As I closed my eyes and slept in His care.
As I grew older, I often wondered where water flowed,
Where mountains ceased, where the moon was when
Out of sight. And where does the symphony of sounds
Rest when silence grows in the colder months?
But I could always sense that He lovingly watched
As I closed my eyes and slept in His care.
Years have passed and I moved away.
To college, small towns, and other countrysides.
Yet I have not found a flowing branch behind my home
Or mountains to embrace evening's falling sun.
But I always sense that He lovingly watches
As I close my eyes and sleep in His care.
The days pass quickly. The nights cease too soon.
Our children are grown and loved ones are going Home.
But I have found a Source of Love and hope Who takes us
From here to There as hearts ache and tears flow.
Life begins and ends...and shall live again.
And I shall always know that He lovingly watches...
And I'll close my eyes...and sleep in His care.
♥~thl
"Yet I am always with You; You hold me by my right hand. You guide me with your counsel, and afterward You will take me into glory." Psalm 73: 23>24
On summer nights, my window was raised
Which brought sounds of gentle wind,
Crickets, frogs, an occasional owl...
And water flowing from the nearby creek.
That we lovingly called "the branch."
The peaceful sounds soon lulled me to sleep.
The mountain air was clean and light.
The moonlight glowed, casting soft shadows
Upon the lush countryside which we called home.
And I could always sense that He lovingly watched
As I closed my eyes and slept in His care.
As I grew older, I often wondered where water flowed,
Where mountains ceased, where the moon was when
Out of sight. And where does the symphony of sounds
Rest when silence grows in the colder months?
But I could always sense that He lovingly watched
As I closed my eyes and slept in His care.
Years have passed and I moved away.
To college, small towns, and other countrysides.
Yet I have not found a flowing branch behind my home
Or mountains to embrace evening's falling sun.
But I always sense that He lovingly watches
As I close my eyes and sleep in His care.
The days pass quickly. The nights cease too soon.
Our children are grown and loved ones are going Home.
But I have found a Source of Love and hope Who takes us
From here to There as hearts ache and tears flow.
Life begins and ends...and shall live again.
And I shall always know that He lovingly watches...
And I'll close my eyes...and sleep in His care.
♥~thl
"Yet I am always with You; You hold me by my right hand. You guide me with your counsel, and afterward You will take me into glory." Psalm 73: 23>24
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Crowds of people and People in crowds...
There are crowds of people.
There are people in crowds.
Each person has a story.
Each story shapes a life.
Each person needs to know they matter.
There are people who talk.
There are people who listen.
Most talk more than listen.
Fewer listen more than talk.
I watch. I wonder. I hope. I pray.
Some people are afraid of being silent.
Other people are afraid to speak.
Some search outwardly, forcefully, desperately.
Others search privately...quietly....frightfully.
My heart aches for each seeking soul...deeply.
I know God sees each precious life..
He hears each story, heart and soul.
I pray each life listens and hears His love.
For there is peace, hope and joy
To calm tears, words, silence and pain.
May I listen, love, pray and care.
May He use me to touch another soul
For there are crowds of people and people in crowds.
Each one has a story and each story shapes a life.
And each person needs to know they matter.♥~thl
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”
Psalm 34: 18
There are people in crowds.
Each person has a story.
Each story shapes a life.
Each person needs to know they matter.
There are people who talk.
There are people who listen.
Most talk more than listen.
Fewer listen more than talk.
I watch. I wonder. I hope. I pray.
Some people are afraid of being silent.
Other people are afraid to speak.
Some search outwardly, forcefully, desperately.
Others search privately...quietly....frightfully.
My heart aches for each seeking soul...deeply.
I know God sees each precious life..
He hears each story, heart and soul.
I pray each life listens and hears His love.
For there is peace, hope and joy
To calm tears, words, silence and pain.
May I listen, love, pray and care.
May He use me to touch another soul
For there are crowds of people and people in crowds.
Each one has a story and each story shapes a life.
And each person needs to know they matter.♥~thl
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”
Psalm 34: 18
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Singing with Dad...
So I finally did it! After a couple weeks away from it, I turned the music on tonight...and sang. I had missed it. I love music...singing, playing, directing and composing...but I don't get to use it much anymore. But tonight, I turned the volume up and I sang! Thankfully, no one else was home at the time...well, except God and me. So I simply sang...to the best of my ability...to Him.
I have found that on the most challenging days...or when my heart is broken...or when I don't know what else to do...I turn the music up...or sit down at the piano...and sing. Somehow it brings me back to the basics of life.
When I was a little girl, my Dad and I sang together...lots. He was the Worship Leader at my home Church for quite awhile. I loved it when he would work on the car or in his work shop. He "obviously" needed my assistance...which meant, he would teach me new songs and I would keep him company..."just in case" he needed me for something important.
When Dad drove the truck to a nearby store or to my Grandfather's farm...way before car seats or seat belts existed...and it was just the two of us...I stood beside him, placed my little left hand on his broad right shoulder...and guess what? We sang! I felt so special because I was singing, laughing and talking with my Daddy! I may have been a little girl...but holding onto Dad's shoulder and singing those songs...made me feel like I was a little princess standing beside a king!
Sometimes I need to be reminded that life is not so different now. Of course, I don't stand up in the car while we drive down the road. I live over three hundred miles from my parents and my home state. The roads I travel now are quite different. But the journey is also very similar. Whatever turns, valleys, darkness or weariness are met on this journey, my Heavenly Father is right beside me. We can talk, laugh, sing and travel...together. I am holding onto Him...but just as it was when I was a little girl holding onto my Daddy...there is no doubt that Dads hold onto their children even more lovingly and securely. And the singing? There was nothing like watching my Daddy smile as I learned the songs he loved to hear. I often wonder what God's face looks like when I sing praises to Him. Maybe...just maybe...the King of Kings smiles upon His daughter, too. ♥~thl
"My heart is steadfast, O God, my heart is steadfast; I will sing and make music. I will praise You, O Lord, among the nations; I will sing of You among the peoples. For great is Your love, reaching to the heavens; Your faithfulness reaches to the skies. Be exalted, O God, above the heavens; let Your glory be over all the earth" Psalm 57: 7, 9>11
I have found that on the most challenging days...or when my heart is broken...or when I don't know what else to do...I turn the music up...or sit down at the piano...and sing. Somehow it brings me back to the basics of life.
When I was a little girl, my Dad and I sang together...lots. He was the Worship Leader at my home Church for quite awhile. I loved it when he would work on the car or in his work shop. He "obviously" needed my assistance...which meant, he would teach me new songs and I would keep him company..."just in case" he needed me for something important.
When Dad drove the truck to a nearby store or to my Grandfather's farm...way before car seats or seat belts existed...and it was just the two of us...I stood beside him, placed my little left hand on his broad right shoulder...and guess what? We sang! I felt so special because I was singing, laughing and talking with my Daddy! I may have been a little girl...but holding onto Dad's shoulder and singing those songs...made me feel like I was a little princess standing beside a king!
Sometimes I need to be reminded that life is not so different now. Of course, I don't stand up in the car while we drive down the road. I live over three hundred miles from my parents and my home state. The roads I travel now are quite different. But the journey is also very similar. Whatever turns, valleys, darkness or weariness are met on this journey, my Heavenly Father is right beside me. We can talk, laugh, sing and travel...together. I am holding onto Him...but just as it was when I was a little girl holding onto my Daddy...there is no doubt that Dads hold onto their children even more lovingly and securely. And the singing? There was nothing like watching my Daddy smile as I learned the songs he loved to hear. I often wonder what God's face looks like when I sing praises to Him. Maybe...just maybe...the King of Kings smiles upon His daughter, too. ♥~thl
"My heart is steadfast, O God, my heart is steadfast; I will sing and make music. I will praise You, O Lord, among the nations; I will sing of You among the peoples. For great is Your love, reaching to the heavens; Your faithfulness reaches to the skies. Be exalted, O God, above the heavens; let Your glory be over all the earth" Psalm 57: 7, 9>11
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Combinations and Creations...
I love combinations that become creations. It surrounds us daily.
For example, I love to cook. It is interesting how combining a bit of this and a dab of that becomes something my family will sit down and eat like there's no tomorrow. Flour, salt or sugar as single ingredients do not make a specific dish. But assemble different ingredients in varied ways and the combinations produce countless results: breads, desserts, lasagna, sweet tea, etc..
I am also fascinated by music. A single voice or instrument can be shared quite effectively. Yet combining multiple soprano, alto, tenor and bass voices together yields quite a different effect when a choir sings together. Playing piano is something I truly enjoy....but adding multiple other instruments, musicians and arrangements....delivers a magnificent symphony.
A single white rose takes my breath away. I love its delicate presence, the subtle but sweet aroma and pure, innocent beauty. I could hold onto that rose all day long and never tire of its miraculous design. But add to that gorgeous rose, a combination of baby's breath, greenery, a satin ribbon surrounding a simple yet complimentary vase...and the arrangement transforms into a new level of loveliness.
Examples are everywhere if we are willing to observe. People, weather, automobiles and medicine are examples of additional combinations and results.
However, I am most intrigued at the way God combines our life experiences, influences, circumstances and decisions to make this journey called life...valuable. Past and present, tough and tender, fair and tragic, painful and peaceful, understood and uncertain, loss and love...He transforms the tapestry when we give it to Him. He can turn brokenness into blessings. He can release the torment of evil and replace it with victory. He can even take our worst nightmare...and turn it into a hope-filled life beyond anything ever imagined. Whatever this journey has handed out...or taken away...He can turn it into a new creation...healed, whole and embraced in His arms of love. It isn't always easy. But holding the hand of the Creator and Master Designer, Himself, makes it all worthwhile. ♥~thl
"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation, the old has gone, the new has come!" 2 Corinthians 5: 17
For example, I love to cook. It is interesting how combining a bit of this and a dab of that becomes something my family will sit down and eat like there's no tomorrow. Flour, salt or sugar as single ingredients do not make a specific dish. But assemble different ingredients in varied ways and the combinations produce countless results: breads, desserts, lasagna, sweet tea, etc..
I am also fascinated by music. A single voice or instrument can be shared quite effectively. Yet combining multiple soprano, alto, tenor and bass voices together yields quite a different effect when a choir sings together. Playing piano is something I truly enjoy....but adding multiple other instruments, musicians and arrangements....delivers a magnificent symphony.
A single white rose takes my breath away. I love its delicate presence, the subtle but sweet aroma and pure, innocent beauty. I could hold onto that rose all day long and never tire of its miraculous design. But add to that gorgeous rose, a combination of baby's breath, greenery, a satin ribbon surrounding a simple yet complimentary vase...and the arrangement transforms into a new level of loveliness.
Examples are everywhere if we are willing to observe. People, weather, automobiles and medicine are examples of additional combinations and results.
However, I am most intrigued at the way God combines our life experiences, influences, circumstances and decisions to make this journey called life...valuable. Past and present, tough and tender, fair and tragic, painful and peaceful, understood and uncertain, loss and love...He transforms the tapestry when we give it to Him. He can turn brokenness into blessings. He can release the torment of evil and replace it with victory. He can even take our worst nightmare...and turn it into a hope-filled life beyond anything ever imagined. Whatever this journey has handed out...or taken away...He can turn it into a new creation...healed, whole and embraced in His arms of love. It isn't always easy. But holding the hand of the Creator and Master Designer, Himself, makes it all worthwhile. ♥~thl
"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation, the old has gone, the new has come!" 2 Corinthians 5: 17
When Healing Comes...
“If Jesus heals instantly, praise Him. If Jesus heals gradually, trust Him. When Jesus heals ultimately, you will understand.“ (Max Lucado)
Dear God~Thank You for healing....however and whenever You allow it to happen. Thank You for hope...that carries us through the journey. Thank You for love...that holds us close to You while we wait. ♥~thl
Dear God~Thank You for healing....however and whenever You allow it to happen. Thank You for hope...that carries us through the journey. Thank You for love...that holds us close to You while we wait. ♥~thl
Monday, February 4, 2013
Candles...
Have you ever watched a candle burn until it is so low that the flame finally extinguishes itself? Sometimes I think we all feel that way. I know I certainly do. We try to burn steadily, shine brightly and share a beautiful glow from deep within...continually.
Yet what happens when the flame is blown out by a harsh breeze....or the candle is not maintained and the wick becomes too shredded to burn? Perhaps the candle is dropped and wax is broken or chipped. It is vital to always maintain essential care to keep that candle burning...and to keep the light going.
Life sometimes goes that way. We are in the throws of a storm and the flame dies. Or we do not care for ourselves enough to refuel as our strength becomes shredded...and we can no longer sustain sufficient light. Sometimes heartaches and loss join our journey...and we feel like we are so broken or have lost so much....that we can't continue to carry out our original purpose.
But notice what happens when Someone comes along Who knows how to reignite the flame....Who is able to clean and prune the wick...or Who mends the brokenness and emptiness of our lives...and restores us so that we may become whole again.
I love candles. I love the glowing light as the flame dances the darkness away.
I love the One who makes all things new...and I pray that I will praise Him in such a way that all will know my light is only a reflection of Him. For He is the Light Who illuminates our way here as He leads us Home...to live in His Presence there...forever. ♥~thl
"You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely Your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever." Psalm 23: 5 > 6
Yet what happens when the flame is blown out by a harsh breeze....or the candle is not maintained and the wick becomes too shredded to burn? Perhaps the candle is dropped and wax is broken or chipped. It is vital to always maintain essential care to keep that candle burning...and to keep the light going.
Life sometimes goes that way. We are in the throws of a storm and the flame dies. Or we do not care for ourselves enough to refuel as our strength becomes shredded...and we can no longer sustain sufficient light. Sometimes heartaches and loss join our journey...and we feel like we are so broken or have lost so much....that we can't continue to carry out our original purpose.
But notice what happens when Someone comes along Who knows how to reignite the flame....Who is able to clean and prune the wick...or Who mends the brokenness and emptiness of our lives...and restores us so that we may become whole again.
I love candles. I love the glowing light as the flame dances the darkness away.
I love the One who makes all things new...and I pray that I will praise Him in such a way that all will know my light is only a reflection of Him. For He is the Light Who illuminates our way here as He leads us Home...to live in His Presence there...forever. ♥~thl
"You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely Your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever." Psalm 23: 5 > 6
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Reflections and lessons...
My childhood was never boring. Oh, the stories we share at family gatherings. It was exciting. My parents still hear new details of old stories from my four brothers and me. But something tells me they aren't as surprised as they may seem.
There was the school bus ride down the mountain...with no brakes. There were family get-togethers and Church picnics...revivals and reunions. There were trips to the country store and playing football in the back yard. Fireflies were put in Mason jars and neighbors checked on one another. There were times I screamed...when earthworms were thrown into my hair...or a brother chased me with a mouse in his hand. There were times I laughed...bike rides, spending time with my life-long best friend and visiting cousins. There were times I cried...when a baseball bat accidentally landed in my forehead, or my first homemade doughnuts looked like rocks..or when precious loved ones died.
There were times of fear. While visiting the county fair, the fireworks began. They were beautiful...but overwhelmingly noisy. I finally stopped shaking when Dad held me and lovingly placed me in the car. Breaking my leg in two pieces from knee to ankle was painful. I clearly remember Dad placing a cloth bandage around my leg before moving me. Mom later watched the doctor cover my leg from thigh to foot with a large plaster cast to be worn for six weeks. There was also illness and surgery....bad weather and car accidents. But we made it...together.
I often reflect on those years with laughter, tears, wisdom and life lessons. I consider how my parents felt especially now that my husband and I have experienced parenting for over two decades. Parenting is a tremendous and challenging blessing. We care, we pray, we hope, we listen, we guide and we learn...and we always love.
Then I remember the One who has parented the longest. He created us. He listens to us, guides us, corrects us, embraces us, forgives us and cares for us. He protects us, provides for us and longs for us. Most of all, He loves us. Whatever life brings, I know I am not facing it alone. As I thank Him for parents who took care of me in good times, tough times, fun times and frightening times, I thank Him for being a Father who continues to watch over us...through every experience and step we take on this journey Home. Yes, life is often exciting. But something tells me God isn't surprised. After all, He knows His children really well, too. ♥~thl
"He guides me in paths of righteousness for His name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me." Psalm 23: 3 > 4
There was the school bus ride down the mountain...with no brakes. There were family get-togethers and Church picnics...revivals and reunions. There were trips to the country store and playing football in the back yard. Fireflies were put in Mason jars and neighbors checked on one another. There were times I screamed...when earthworms were thrown into my hair...or a brother chased me with a mouse in his hand. There were times I laughed...bike rides, spending time with my life-long best friend and visiting cousins. There were times I cried...when a baseball bat accidentally landed in my forehead, or my first homemade doughnuts looked like rocks..or when precious loved ones died.
There were times of fear. While visiting the county fair, the fireworks began. They were beautiful...but overwhelmingly noisy. I finally stopped shaking when Dad held me and lovingly placed me in the car. Breaking my leg in two pieces from knee to ankle was painful. I clearly remember Dad placing a cloth bandage around my leg before moving me. Mom later watched the doctor cover my leg from thigh to foot with a large plaster cast to be worn for six weeks. There was also illness and surgery....bad weather and car accidents. But we made it...together.
I often reflect on those years with laughter, tears, wisdom and life lessons. I consider how my parents felt especially now that my husband and I have experienced parenting for over two decades. Parenting is a tremendous and challenging blessing. We care, we pray, we hope, we listen, we guide and we learn...and we always love.
Then I remember the One who has parented the longest. He created us. He listens to us, guides us, corrects us, embraces us, forgives us and cares for us. He protects us, provides for us and longs for us. Most of all, He loves us. Whatever life brings, I know I am not facing it alone. As I thank Him for parents who took care of me in good times, tough times, fun times and frightening times, I thank Him for being a Father who continues to watch over us...through every experience and step we take on this journey Home. Yes, life is often exciting. But something tells me God isn't surprised. After all, He knows His children really well, too. ♥~thl
"He guides me in paths of righteousness for His name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me." Psalm 23: 3 > 4
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Night time Prayers...
Got adult children? It is a wonderful blessing! I never really knew what to expect because we were so busy during the years leading up to this season...that I didn't have time to really anticipate it. We focus so much on caring for infants, toddlers, elementary school, middle school, high school...teenagers...and then all the changes during college...that we don't really have opportunity to consider the season of adult children.
We now have two adult children in their twenties and I can say...it's a beautiful, blessed and busy time, to say the least. There are major adjustments. For example, when our daughter leaves the house to return to her apartment, tears still fill my eyes. Or when our son leaves for another week at the university, it's also a tear-jerker. It's difficult when the house is way too quiet during the week...or when their needs are no longer a bruised knee or a class trip...but broken hearts or car trouble. But we love this season. We talk about life differently. We learn from each other. We embrace this season for we realize that all too soon, things will change once more and never be the same.
Although I miss many experiences from past seasons, one of the most heart-wrenching changes has been missing the night-time prayers when they were very little. We would place them on our lap, put our heads together and pray while holding their little hands in ours. I cherished each moment of those years. It was my prayer that they realized how important...and valuable...it was for them to talk with God each day. I also hoped that somehow the security, love, tenderness and bond we shared during those times was a reflection of the way their relationship with Him could be, also.
Tonight is one of those times that I just want to walk into my babies' rooms, hold them in my lap, sing our favorite night-time songs...and pray together. I want to kiss their sweet little faces, hug them tightly, tuck them in tenderly and tell them how much I love them. I want to watch them sleep...basked in the assurance of love, peace and security.
Perhaps I can take this time, instead, and realize that those moments can continue...from a little different perspective. Perhaps I can go to bed remembering that God holds me in His arms. He is hugging me tightly. He holds me tenderly and assures me that He loves me...still...after all these years. And while I sleep, He watches over me with love, peace and Presence. Oh, how I miss the years of holding our children in my arms. But for tonight, just maybe it is time to remember...I remain His child...being held in His loving arms, as well. ♥~thl
"He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside quiet waters, He restores my soul." Psalm 23: 2>3
We now have two adult children in their twenties and I can say...it's a beautiful, blessed and busy time, to say the least. There are major adjustments. For example, when our daughter leaves the house to return to her apartment, tears still fill my eyes. Or when our son leaves for another week at the university, it's also a tear-jerker. It's difficult when the house is way too quiet during the week...or when their needs are no longer a bruised knee or a class trip...but broken hearts or car trouble. But we love this season. We talk about life differently. We learn from each other. We embrace this season for we realize that all too soon, things will change once more and never be the same.
Although I miss many experiences from past seasons, one of the most heart-wrenching changes has been missing the night-time prayers when they were very little. We would place them on our lap, put our heads together and pray while holding their little hands in ours. I cherished each moment of those years. It was my prayer that they realized how important...and valuable...it was for them to talk with God each day. I also hoped that somehow the security, love, tenderness and bond we shared during those times was a reflection of the way their relationship with Him could be, also.
Tonight is one of those times that I just want to walk into my babies' rooms, hold them in my lap, sing our favorite night-time songs...and pray together. I want to kiss their sweet little faces, hug them tightly, tuck them in tenderly and tell them how much I love them. I want to watch them sleep...basked in the assurance of love, peace and security.
Perhaps I can take this time, instead, and realize that those moments can continue...from a little different perspective. Perhaps I can go to bed remembering that God holds me in His arms. He is hugging me tightly. He holds me tenderly and assures me that He loves me...still...after all these years. And while I sleep, He watches over me with love, peace and Presence. Oh, how I miss the years of holding our children in my arms. But for tonight, just maybe it is time to remember...I remain His child...being held in His loving arms, as well. ♥~thl
"He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside quiet waters, He restores my soul." Psalm 23: 2>3
Snow...and changes...
Another snowy day...ok, make that weekend...in Kentucky is upon us. Our plans were changed but the beauty of the day...and life..remains.
I guess that's very similar to our journey in life. Our plans may change...but the beauty of His creation and His plan...remains. May we cherish each moment...and trust His way completely. ♥~thl
Friday, February 1, 2013
Will I...May I....
I often wonder...will the world be better when I leave than when I arrived? Will I have loved enough? Cared enough? Shared enough? Hoped enough? Hugged enough? Believed enough? Listened enough? Lived enough?
Will what I have done truly mattered? Will I have wasted time on things that didn't? Will I have touched more hearts for Him? Will I have uplifted others? Will the journey I have walked speak more about Him than me?
Dear God~Thank You for each moment. May I see each breath as a precious opportunity to live fully and love deeply. May my life make a difference with them...for You. ♥~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." 1 Corinthians 13: 12 > 13
Will what I have done truly mattered? Will I have wasted time on things that didn't? Will I have touched more hearts for Him? Will I have uplifted others? Will the journey I have walked speak more about Him than me?
Dear God~Thank You for each moment. May I see each breath as a precious opportunity to live fully and love deeply. May my life make a difference with them...for You. ♥~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." 1 Corinthians 13: 12 > 13
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