"To us, family means putting your arms around each other and being there." (Barbara Bush)
How much do we use our arms? We write, type, hug, drive, cook, clean, hold, carry, feed, throw, catch, bathe, dress, lift, work, play, exercise...and so much more...using our arms.
We often take arms for granted...until something happens. I was recently reminded of that. Spring cleaning in the Lorenz home continues and that means cleaning, organizing, packing, pitching, painting and moving furniture. I am quickly learning that my determination often exceeds my middle-age abilities.
It wasn't that long ago, (or so I thought), that I moved an entire bedroom suite all by myself to surprise my husband. This wasn't within a room....but from one room, across the hallway...into another room. It didn't hurt back then. However, it is safe to say that I now have a re-injured right wrist, a pulled left forearm and a sore right shoulder...from doing much less. Pain has a way of teaching us gratitude.
Yet this has been a positive reminder of opportunities we have to touch lives with our arms! When words do not suffice...a hug makes all the difference! Strong arms are often tremendous blessings. (The arms of precious friends moving our daughter recently were so helpful.) Caring enough to tenderly place our arms around the shoulders of a hurting friend...touches a heart deeply. Arms literally and figuratively carry out the love of God to others.
There is no greater example of loving arms than those of my Lord who stretched His arms out to die for us. Even before that, He gave us an example of how to use our arms for Him. Mark 10: 16 says: "And He took the children in His arms,
placed His hands on them and blessed them."
If we are blessed by His loving arms, shouldn't we use our arms to love others? <3~thl
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Monday, April 29, 2013
A Big Move...twenty years ago today...
Twenty years ago today...April 30, 1993...a young family purchased a home in Harrison County, Kentucky. They moved from a Church parsonage in another county to a brand new home with their four year old daughter, Rachel and sixteen month old son, Micah. Their lives were changing rapidly!
Now, twenty years later, the daughter has graduated from college and has been a nurse for almost two years. The son is completing his junior year of college, majoring in civil engineering. That young couple...now middle-aged...has faced more experiences in the past twenty years than they could have ever imagined . Their children are adults. Their parents have retired and require more care and prayer than ever before. Life is passing so very quickly. Tim and Terri have gained much wisdom, lost many loved ones, grown to cherish what is most important and release what is not.
More than anything, our little Lorenz family has learned to lean on God more and more and more. He has held us in the stormy times, blessed us in the sunny times, loved us all the time and will not let go of us at any time.
I never imagined that I would someday live in Kentucky with a precious husband, two wonderful children, friends who call us family and neighbors who call us friends. I never imagined the blessings God had in store when this became our home. We do not know what tomorrow holds. But as we have seen the past twenty years here, we definitely know Who held us yesterday, holds us today and will hold us tomorrow.
Thank You, God, for each precious life that crossed our path here for the past twenty years...and all the years we have been a family. Thank You for holding us in Your arms, for shining through so many precious people and for each opportunity You have given us so far. May we continue to trust You as You love us and lead us...Home. <3~thl
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding: in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths sraight." Proverbs 3: 5>6
Now, twenty years later, the daughter has graduated from college and has been a nurse for almost two years. The son is completing his junior year of college, majoring in civil engineering. That young couple...now middle-aged...has faced more experiences in the past twenty years than they could have ever imagined . Their children are adults. Their parents have retired and require more care and prayer than ever before. Life is passing so very quickly. Tim and Terri have gained much wisdom, lost many loved ones, grown to cherish what is most important and release what is not.
More than anything, our little Lorenz family has learned to lean on God more and more and more. He has held us in the stormy times, blessed us in the sunny times, loved us all the time and will not let go of us at any time.
I never imagined that I would someday live in Kentucky with a precious husband, two wonderful children, friends who call us family and neighbors who call us friends. I never imagined the blessings God had in store when this became our home. We do not know what tomorrow holds. But as we have seen the past twenty years here, we definitely know Who held us yesterday, holds us today and will hold us tomorrow.
Thank You, God, for each precious life that crossed our path here for the past twenty years...and all the years we have been a family. Thank You for holding us in Your arms, for shining through so many precious people and for each opportunity You have given us so far. May we continue to trust You as You love us and lead us...Home. <3~thl
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding: in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths sraight." Proverbs 3: 5>6
The heart....
"You change your life by changing your heart." Max Lucado
The heart...
loves,
lives,
dies,
determines,
breaks,
heals,
shares,
aches,
cares,
influences,
hardens,
softens,
stops,
skips,
moves,
reflects,
resists,
restores,
longs,
misses,
embraces,
surrenders,
changes...everything.
Dear God~May You live within my heart, love through my life and lead me closer to You. <3~thl
"Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices; my body also will rest secure, because You will not abandon me to the grave, nor will You let Your Holy One see decay. You have made known to me the path of life; You will fill me with joy in Your Presence, with eternal pleasures at Your right hand." Psalm 16: 9>11
The heart...
loves,
lives,
dies,
determines,
breaks,
heals,
shares,
aches,
cares,
influences,
hardens,
softens,
stops,
skips,
moves,
reflects,
resists,
restores,
longs,
misses,
embraces,
surrenders,
changes...everything.
Dear God~May You live within my heart, love through my life and lead me closer to You. <3~thl
"Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices; my body also will rest secure, because You will not abandon me to the grave, nor will You let Your Holy One see decay. You have made known to me the path of life; You will fill me with joy in Your Presence, with eternal pleasures at Your right hand." Psalm 16: 9>11
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Fragrance check...
Maybe it is the Southern gal in me but I love wearing nice perfume! There's just something about knowing I wear a touch of elegance wherever I go. This does not mean sending people into a coma because of too much aroma. Nor am I referring to wearing something so distasteful that it causes others to sneeze, gag or require additional oxygen. I simply enjoy wearing a fresh, clean and pleasant fragrance.
Ever since I shared a devotion about this in college "a few" years ago, I am reminded of a much more important aroma I should wear consistently. As I reach for my favorite fragrance each day, I remember this passage I read in the KCU dorm.
"But thanks be to God, Who always leads us in triumphal procession in Christ and through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of Him. For we are to God the aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing. To the one we are the smell of death; to the other, the fragrance of life. And who is equal to such a task? Unlike so many, we do not peddle the word of God for profit. On the contrary, in Christ we speak before God with sincerity, like men sent from God." 2 Corinthians 2: 14>17
What an incredible concept that we are to share the fragrance of Him with others! We have a tremendous privilege and responsibility to share the life-changing aroma of Christ! I love the word "sincerity" used in this passage. Since I am not a Greek or Hebrew scholar, my dictionary shared that sincerity means honest, pure, true, heartfelt and genuine terms.
I wonder about our aroma for Christ. Is it authentic, pleasant, loving, pure, heartfelt, sincere? Or do we wear negative aromas...overbearing, suffocating, stale, offensive, contradictory, phony? May the original, unaltered and sweet aroma of Christ in our lives lead others closer to Him. <3~thl
Ever since I shared a devotion about this in college "a few" years ago, I am reminded of a much more important aroma I should wear consistently. As I reach for my favorite fragrance each day, I remember this passage I read in the KCU dorm.
"But thanks be to God, Who always leads us in triumphal procession in Christ and through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of Him. For we are to God the aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing. To the one we are the smell of death; to the other, the fragrance of life. And who is equal to such a task? Unlike so many, we do not peddle the word of God for profit. On the contrary, in Christ we speak before God with sincerity, like men sent from God." 2 Corinthians 2: 14>17
What an incredible concept that we are to share the fragrance of Him with others! We have a tremendous privilege and responsibility to share the life-changing aroma of Christ! I love the word "sincerity" used in this passage. Since I am not a Greek or Hebrew scholar, my dictionary shared that sincerity means honest, pure, true, heartfelt and genuine terms.
I wonder about our aroma for Christ. Is it authentic, pleasant, loving, pure, heartfelt, sincere? Or do we wear negative aromas...overbearing, suffocating, stale, offensive, contradictory, phony? May the original, unaltered and sweet aroma of Christ in our lives lead others closer to Him. <3~thl
Friday, April 26, 2013
Words....to speak or not to speak...
"Words which do not give the light of Christ increase the darkness." Mother Teresa
Words are powerful, expressive and influential thoughts verbalized from the mouth. They lift up or tear down. They represent integrity, intelligence, character and spirit. Words...often say the most about us...yet are often prepared the least within us. Words...once spoken, may never be retrieved.
I admit that I speak fewer words in this chapter of my life than I have ever spoken previously. For I have learned, far too many times, that it is much wiser to speak fewer, reviewed words than to speak more words never reviewed. I have spoken words that I wish I could undo...but I can't. I have heard words spoken to me...or about me...that I wish I had not heard...but they were. I have spoken words that were, unknowingly, the final words I would ever speak to someone. I have cherished final words that were spoken to me. I have learned that what we speak is important, influential and immeasurable.
Words....represent our heart, our mind, our soul, our lives. Words...matter. They matter to us. They matter to others. They matter to God.
Perhaps the best way to consider our words before we speak is to determine whether or not they honor, praise or please God. Colossians 3: 17 says "And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him."
I wonder...what a difference it would make if we would weigh our words more carefully. I pray...that what I speak will bring more love than pain, more peace than strife and more hope than despair. May my words be much more about Him and much less about me. <3~thl
"May the words of my mouth and the mediation of my heart be pleasing in Your sight, O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer." Psalm 19: 14
Words are powerful, expressive and influential thoughts verbalized from the mouth. They lift up or tear down. They represent integrity, intelligence, character and spirit. Words...often say the most about us...yet are often prepared the least within us. Words...once spoken, may never be retrieved.
I admit that I speak fewer words in this chapter of my life than I have ever spoken previously. For I have learned, far too many times, that it is much wiser to speak fewer, reviewed words than to speak more words never reviewed. I have spoken words that I wish I could undo...but I can't. I have heard words spoken to me...or about me...that I wish I had not heard...but they were. I have spoken words that were, unknowingly, the final words I would ever speak to someone. I have cherished final words that were spoken to me. I have learned that what we speak is important, influential and immeasurable.
Words....represent our heart, our mind, our soul, our lives. Words...matter. They matter to us. They matter to others. They matter to God.
Perhaps the best way to consider our words before we speak is to determine whether or not they honor, praise or please God. Colossians 3: 17 says "And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him."
I wonder...what a difference it would make if we would weigh our words more carefully. I pray...that what I speak will bring more love than pain, more peace than strife and more hope than despair. May my words be much more about Him and much less about me. <3~thl
"May the words of my mouth and the mediation of my heart be pleasing in Your sight, O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer." Psalm 19: 14
Thursday, April 25, 2013
What kind of mind?
“The energy of the mind is the essence of life.” (Aristotle)
Have you noticed how much we refer to our minds? We speak of "peace of mind" and "mind over matter." When shocked, we say we "can't wrap our minds around it." Someone once referred to me as a woman "with a mind of her own." (Hmmmm, wonder whose mind was I supposed to have?) :)
The mind is very powerful. What we think, perceive and believe affects our lives greatly. We've known people with very different mindsets. Some are very positive, no matter what happens. Others find something negative about everything. Some people walk into a room with a "There you are!" mindset as they consider others. Other people walk into a room with a "Here I am!" mindset that promotes themselves. There are also the precious encouragers. There are also those who drag a dark cloud of discouragement to everyone they meet. What is in the mind makes a huge difference to an individual's life and to those around him or her.
However, I find that the mind of One individual changes lives...forever. He walked this earth. He loved, lived and labored...and eventually gave His life for others. His mind is described in Philippians 2: 1>13. He promoted love, humility, unity and purpose in everything He said and did.
I wonder. If we allow our minds to focus on Him....His love....humility...unity...and purpose, how much would our lives change? How much would it change the lives of those around us? How much would it change our world? I pray....that our minds follow the Master...forever. <3~thl
"If you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from His love, if any fellowship with the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion, then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and purpose." Philippians 2: 1>2
Have you noticed how much we refer to our minds? We speak of "peace of mind" and "mind over matter." When shocked, we say we "can't wrap our minds around it." Someone once referred to me as a woman "with a mind of her own." (Hmmmm, wonder whose mind was I supposed to have?) :)
The mind is very powerful. What we think, perceive and believe affects our lives greatly. We've known people with very different mindsets. Some are very positive, no matter what happens. Others find something negative about everything. Some people walk into a room with a "There you are!" mindset as they consider others. Other people walk into a room with a "Here I am!" mindset that promotes themselves. There are also the precious encouragers. There are also those who drag a dark cloud of discouragement to everyone they meet. What is in the mind makes a huge difference to an individual's life and to those around him or her.
However, I find that the mind of One individual changes lives...forever. He walked this earth. He loved, lived and labored...and eventually gave His life for others. His mind is described in Philippians 2: 1>13. He promoted love, humility, unity and purpose in everything He said and did.
I wonder. If we allow our minds to focus on Him....His love....humility...unity...and purpose, how much would our lives change? How much would it change the lives of those around us? How much would it change our world? I pray....that our minds follow the Master...forever. <3~thl
"If you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from His love, if any fellowship with the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion, then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and purpose." Philippians 2: 1>2
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
It takes an "ear" to "hear"...
When our children were elementary school students, I reviewed homework with them. (Yes, the teacher in me never left.) Spelling lists were a favorite since I especially enjoy language arts. I reminded my children of a simple truth when learning the difference between "here" and "hear." It takes an "ear" to "hear."
As life continues, I realize how much more important it is to remember this as adults. We may not need it for spelling purposes as much as we need to remember it in serving Him...and others.
One of my college professors told the true story of being in a wedding reception line. As people passed through the line, he greeted each one with a respectful, but totally irrelevant, comment that should have caught their attention. Not one person noticed what he said! I have never forgotten that example he shared.
When there were no cell phones, computers or music headphones to distract people from hearing what he said then, I wonder what we miss among today's distractions. I'm sure you have been in similar scenes as I have experienced repeatedly. Someone begins a conversation and before I respond, they look elsewhere, talk to someone else and not only miss what I attempted to say, they ignore me completely. Or someone's idea of a conversation is that they talk only about themselves to me and then they leave. I have been there far too many times.
If we treat each other like this, how often do we treat God in similar ways? Do we talk to Him, telling Him our wants, needs, preferences and assumptions...then move on before we ever hear what He says? Do we speak only about ourselves and forget that this life is much more about Him...than us? Do we push Him aside because we have more important things to do, people to see, places to go and words to speak elsewhere?
I also reminded our small children of another common observation. "God gave us two ears and one mouth. What does that mean?" Personally, I think God was trying to tell us something. ♥~thl
"Then Jesus said, 'He who has ears to hear, let him hear.'" Mark 4: 9
As life continues, I realize how much more important it is to remember this as adults. We may not need it for spelling purposes as much as we need to remember it in serving Him...and others.
One of my college professors told the true story of being in a wedding reception line. As people passed through the line, he greeted each one with a respectful, but totally irrelevant, comment that should have caught their attention. Not one person noticed what he said! I have never forgotten that example he shared.
When there were no cell phones, computers or music headphones to distract people from hearing what he said then, I wonder what we miss among today's distractions. I'm sure you have been in similar scenes as I have experienced repeatedly. Someone begins a conversation and before I respond, they look elsewhere, talk to someone else and not only miss what I attempted to say, they ignore me completely. Or someone's idea of a conversation is that they talk only about themselves to me and then they leave. I have been there far too many times.
If we treat each other like this, how often do we treat God in similar ways? Do we talk to Him, telling Him our wants, needs, preferences and assumptions...then move on before we ever hear what He says? Do we speak only about ourselves and forget that this life is much more about Him...than us? Do we push Him aside because we have more important things to do, people to see, places to go and words to speak elsewhere?
I also reminded our small children of another common observation. "God gave us two ears and one mouth. What does that mean?" Personally, I think God was trying to tell us something. ♥~thl
"Then Jesus said, 'He who has ears to hear, let him hear.'" Mark 4: 9
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Eyes...windows to the soul...
"Eyes are windows to the soul." (English Proverb)
Although no human can judge what we feel inwardly, it is true that our eyes are often expressive. If we look closely and know another person well enough, we often notice some indication of their well-being at that time. That certainly doesn't make us mind-readers by any stretch of imagination. But those who know us best are often able to recognize our expressions by simply noticing our eyes.
My husband has learned to do this well after knowing me thirty years. Even when I am listening, laughing or laboring in different situations, giving no indication whatsoever to others around me what I hold inside, he can look into my eyes and know! Those around me, except my precious hubby, have no clue but he does! He has learned to read my heart quite accurately by focusing on my eyes. However, I also believe that he is able to do this best...because he already knows my heart...so very deeply.
I pray that I will learn to focus on God's love...His heart...so intensely that I will see Him in every aspect of this life. For if I truly know Him, I will see this journey through His eyes, His love, His purpose, His peace and His hope. I will follow Him more closely. I will serve Him more fully. I will love Him more dearly. I will live for Him more completely. May my eyes be on Him..above all. ♥~thl
Although no human can judge what we feel inwardly, it is true that our eyes are often expressive. If we look closely and know another person well enough, we often notice some indication of their well-being at that time. That certainly doesn't make us mind-readers by any stretch of imagination. But those who know us best are often able to recognize our expressions by simply noticing our eyes.
My husband has learned to do this well after knowing me thirty years. Even when I am listening, laughing or laboring in different situations, giving no indication whatsoever to others around me what I hold inside, he can look into my eyes and know! Those around me, except my precious hubby, have no clue but he does! He has learned to read my heart quite accurately by focusing on my eyes. However, I also believe that he is able to do this best...because he already knows my heart...so very deeply.
I pray that I will learn to focus on God's love...His heart...so intensely that I will see Him in every aspect of this life. For if I truly know Him, I will see this journey through His eyes, His love, His purpose, His peace and His hope. I will follow Him more closely. I will serve Him more fully. I will love Him more dearly. I will live for Him more completely. May my eyes be on Him..above all. ♥~thl
"I keep my eyes always on the Lord.
With Him at my right hand, I will not be shaken." Psalm 16: 8
Monday, April 22, 2013
Crowds of people....or people in crowds?
Crowds of people....or people in crowds?
Have you ever been in a crowd of people and found it difficult to hear your own voice? Perhaps it was a sports event...or a concert...or a party that brought such circumstances. It was never a situation that I enjoyed. I prefer communicating with my family or friends...peacefully, gently, thoroughly, effectively.
Some individuals, however, thrive in a crowded, noisy and busy atmosphere. "The louder, the better," they believe. And they adjust quite well.
I am more of a "people in crowds" type person, though. I love to "people watch" in a mall or public event. I enjoy observing people's behavior patterns and how they communicate with others. I find their body language intriguing. My analytical mind is definitely interested in the studies of human behavior. Always was. Always will be.
Even more so, I am convinced that the art of truly listening has been challenged greatly. It isn't a matter of inability. It is more of a matter of distraction. Whether it is a couple in the restaurant who never speaks during their meal...or thousands of people screaming without listening, I am concerned about precious souls who feel lost...because they are never heard.
I pray that we remember the importance of listening...truly listening...to each other. Listen beyond words...beyond texts...beyond emails...beyond phone calls. Listen to hearts, minds and souls. Listen, even, to silence. It, too, often speaks volumes.
What comfort, peace and assurance I find in knowing that no matter where I am on this journey, whether I am alone or surrounded by others...my God hears each thought, each heartbeat, each dream, each concern and each tear, hidden deep within me. He loves me so much that He always listens. May my love for Him cause me to listen to Him and others...more. ♥~thl
"But as for me, I watch in hope for the Lord, I wait for God my Savior; my God will hear me." Micah 7: 7
Have you ever been in a crowd of people and found it difficult to hear your own voice? Perhaps it was a sports event...or a concert...or a party that brought such circumstances. It was never a situation that I enjoyed. I prefer communicating with my family or friends...peacefully, gently, thoroughly, effectively.
Some individuals, however, thrive in a crowded, noisy and busy atmosphere. "The louder, the better," they believe. And they adjust quite well.
I am more of a "people in crowds" type person, though. I love to "people watch" in a mall or public event. I enjoy observing people's behavior patterns and how they communicate with others. I find their body language intriguing. My analytical mind is definitely interested in the studies of human behavior. Always was. Always will be.
Even more so, I am convinced that the art of truly listening has been challenged greatly. It isn't a matter of inability. It is more of a matter of distraction. Whether it is a couple in the restaurant who never speaks during their meal...or thousands of people screaming without listening, I am concerned about precious souls who feel lost...because they are never heard.
I pray that we remember the importance of listening...truly listening...to each other. Listen beyond words...beyond texts...beyond emails...beyond phone calls. Listen to hearts, minds and souls. Listen, even, to silence. It, too, often speaks volumes.
What comfort, peace and assurance I find in knowing that no matter where I am on this journey, whether I am alone or surrounded by others...my God hears each thought, each heartbeat, each dream, each concern and each tear, hidden deep within me. He loves me so much that He always listens. May my love for Him cause me to listen to Him and others...more. ♥~thl
"But as for me, I watch in hope for the Lord, I wait for God my Savior; my God will hear me." Micah 7: 7
Thankful for blessings...
It is a great time to thank God for precious blessings. I thank Him for my amazing husband and our wonderful adult children who took such great care of me this weekend. I thank Him for amazing friends who checked in when they knew something was up. I thank Him for each moment of this life He gives me. I thank God for our incredible neighbors who always show such love for our family. I thank Him for those in my life who truly care, who are faithful, genuine and truly reflect His love whether I am weak or strong. I thank God for incredible brothers and sisters in Christ who never stop loving Him...or me. What an incredible life this is! Dear God, I pray I may use the rest of my moments in gratitude, in praise, in purpose and in peace....serving You wholeheartedly. Thank You...for each amazing blessing and please bless those who shine for You so beautifully! ♥~thl
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Holding on....
Dear God~As we continue this journey, please help us hold onto You knowing...You never cease holding onto us. ♥~thl
"I am confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord." Psalm 27: 13>14
"I am confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord." Psalm 27: 13>14
Friday, April 19, 2013
He gives me strength...
As I often say to my husband when life becomes overwhelming...sometimes I just want to run and hide on a mountain somewhere. Then I remember, there is a place to go when we are weary, wounded and without strength. There is Someone Who never takes His eyes off of His children...nor ceases to hold them in His loving arms.
I will rest there as He reminds me of His everlasting love, His eternal hope, His extraordinary power and His excellent plan for my life...all while He embraces me each moment. Thank You, God, for never letting go yesterday, today or forever. ♥~thl
"Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and His understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles: they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint." Isaiah 40: 28>31
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Sonshine and clotheslines...
Springtime in the country is a great time of year. Of course, that includes spring cleaning at the Lorenz home. I enjoy most of the jobs involved...cleaning windows, washing lace curtains, cleaning carpet, reorganizing rooms, etc..Perhaps one of my favorite tasks is hanging sheets, comforters, quilts and all our lace curtains out on the clothesline. My Dad built it for me when we moved here. (The above pic only shows half of its length.) There's just something about linens drying in the sunshine. They feel so fresh, crisp and clean. And those lace curtains...become so brilliantly white again.
Of course, my analytical mind went into action as the curtains danced in the wind one sunny day this week. I began thinking about how our lives sometimes seem to become dull, drab and darkened in this world. We lose something when we hear tragic news almost daily. We lose something when we allow the world to cloud our thinking and behavior. We lose something when the actions of others stain us, wound us, scar us or define us. Somehow, we seem to lose the purpose, value and beauty God designed for our lives.
As I place the freshly washed linens on the line and allow them to soak up that beautiful sunshine, I am amazed at their renewed appearance. I am reminded how God washes away my sins, stains and scars. The more I bask in the Son's light and love, the more my life is renewed, refreshed and restored. Of course, there will be more storms...more scars...and more sins. But what a joy to remember that there is wonderful, precious, eternal Son Who lights my life each step of my journey Home. ♥~thl
"Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me." Psalm 51: 10
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Called by some, called by Him...
Some called me friendly.
Some called me shy.
Some called me funny.
Some called me serious.
Some called me sweet.
Some called me snob.
Some called me quiet.
Some called me outgoing.
Some called me names.
Some called me nothing.
But You, Dear God, call me Yours.
Thank You for loving me...the real me.<3~thl
"O Lord, You have searched me and You know me. Where can I go from Your Spirit? Where can I flee from Your Presence? If I go up to the heavens, You are there; if I make my bed in the depths, You are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, If I settle on the far side of the sea, even there Your hand will guide me, Your right hand will hold me fast." Psalm 139: 1, 7>10
Some called me shy.
Some called me funny.
Some called me serious.
Some called me sweet.
Some called me snob.
Some called me quiet.
Some called me outgoing.
Some called me names.
Some called me nothing.
But You, Dear God, call me Yours.
Thank You for loving me...the real me.<3~thl
"O Lord, You have searched me and You know me. Where can I go from Your Spirit? Where can I flee from Your Presence? If I go up to the heavens, You are there; if I make my bed in the depths, You are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, If I settle on the far side of the sea, even there Your hand will guide me, Your right hand will hold me fast." Psalm 139: 1, 7>10
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Praying for Peace...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oni0tO_HN30 "You Raise Me Up" video
Dear God~We look around and we see tragedies, loss, uncertainty and heartbreak. Whether at Virginia Tech six years ago today, Sandy Hook recently, Christiansburg, VA last week or Boston yesterday, we are shaken. I pray we will look up to You for strength, hope, healing and peace. Please hold us in Your arms, raise us up to be what You want us to be and help us share Your love...as we journey Home. ♥~thl
"You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trust in You. Trust in the Lord forever, for the Lord, the Lord, is the Rock eternal." Isaiah 26: 3>4
Dear God~We look around and we see tragedies, loss, uncertainty and heartbreak. Whether at Virginia Tech six years ago today, Sandy Hook recently, Christiansburg, VA last week or Boston yesterday, we are shaken. I pray we will look up to You for strength, hope, healing and peace. Please hold us in Your arms, raise us up to be what You want us to be and help us share Your love...as we journey Home. ♥~thl
"You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trust in You. Trust in the Lord forever, for the Lord, the Lord, is the Rock eternal." Isaiah 26: 3>4
Monday, April 15, 2013
In Memory....VT Massacre...April 16, 2007
We remember....April 16, 2007. We are Virginia Tech. We love you. We pray for you. We thank God for you.
Dear God, please hold those hurting and healing close in Your arms. May Your love and hope surround them daily. <3~thl
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Here now...Home later...
“Suffering, failure, loneliness, sorrow, discouragement, and death will be part of your journey, but the Kingdom of God will conquer all these horrors. No evil can resist grace forever.” -Brennan Manning
Dear God~
Thank You...
for hope in our suffering.
for loving us in our failures.
for holding us during loneliness.
for peace in our sorrow.
for promises in our discouragement.
for victory over death.
for assurance of being Home with You...someday...soon. ♥~thl
"Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardshp or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? As it is written: 'For Your sake we face death all day long; we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.' No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him Who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." Romans 8: 35>39
Dear God~
Thank You...
for hope in our suffering.
for loving us in our failures.
for holding us during loneliness.
for peace in our sorrow.
for promises in our discouragement.
for victory over death.
for assurance of being Home with You...someday...soon. ♥~thl
"Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardshp or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? As it is written: 'For Your sake we face death all day long; we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.' No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him Who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." Romans 8: 35>39
For your enjoyment, an update from the Lorenz Home...
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Compassion and comfort...
“The life of Jesus suggests that to be like Abba is to show compassion." (Brennan Manning)
Dear God, my precious Abba~
My heart breaks deeply as I watch this restless world.....
painful cries unheard,
lonesome lives unnoticed,
illness often ignored,
seething wounds avoided,
searching souls misjudged,
bruised hearts belittled,
and suffering spirits silenced.
As I read about Your Son's time here, I notice...
He promoted peace instead of pride.
He gave of Himself instead of promoting Himself.
He spoke truth without torment.
He noticed the unnoticed.
He forgave but didn't forsake.
He cared more than criticized.
He had compassion on broken bodies, spirits and lives.
May we live more like You. ♥~thl
"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God." 2 Corinthians 1: 3>4
Friday, April 12, 2013
The stage of life...
Some of my best memories involve drama...as in the arts. My first experiences were in church when our youth group presented Christmas plays. Besides portraying Mary, the Mother of Jesus, several times, I finally had a speaking part! Years later, I began writing plays for church and school. College years brought involvement in plays and musicals. Ministry years brought much more writing, directing and even touring. It amazes me how the stage...and all it involves...becomes a very effective tool in sharing messages that may not be caught any other way. I also find it interesting how individuals transform into their characters to allow the plot or theme to deliver that message.
Isn't life like a stage? Do we transform into identities of what we believe...think...feel...or want? Do we treat each person that enters our "stage" with total focus, effort, value and appreciation? Do we consider the importance of the message we portray in each encounter...each scene...each dialogue....each spoken word?
From another angle, I sometimes wonder if we seek our own stage spotlight? Do we live for applause, affirmation, attention and approval of others...to feel valuable? Do we long to be seen, heard, noticed and praised so we "are somebody?"
What happens when the lights go down...when no one is watching...when cameras and crowds are not around? How do we feel? What do we think? What about those moments when someone else crosses our path...or isn't even present and a crowd isn't listening? What do we say to them...or about them? Does our dressing room discussion match our public persona?
I like to think that a stage represent our lives. It can be a very effective, beautiful and creative instrument that reflects Him, revealing a beautiful message of hope, love and faith to countless others. Or perhaps another stage exists with the sole focus of promoting ourselves. One stage shares Him. Another stage centers around self. The difference is made in our choices...our actions...our attitudes and our words....publicly, privately, prayerfully.
Shouldn't we be the same whether the lights are on or off ? Shouldn't our words be the same whether a crowd listens or no one is around? Does our worth matter more about who sees us...or Who they see living in us? Should our identity be found in crowds...or Christ?
I pray that the moments we have remaining on this stage...whether in dark or light, alone or surrounded by others, sound on or off...do not dismiss our greatest purpose...to honor, serve and praise Him. After all, He is our Audience of One. May He be center stage...forever! <3~thl
Isn't life like a stage? Do we transform into identities of what we believe...think...feel...or want? Do we treat each person that enters our "stage" with total focus, effort, value and appreciation? Do we consider the importance of the message we portray in each encounter...each scene...each dialogue....each spoken word?
From another angle, I sometimes wonder if we seek our own stage spotlight? Do we live for applause, affirmation, attention and approval of others...to feel valuable? Do we long to be seen, heard, noticed and praised so we "are somebody?"
What happens when the lights go down...when no one is watching...when cameras and crowds are not around? How do we feel? What do we think? What about those moments when someone else crosses our path...or isn't even present and a crowd isn't listening? What do we say to them...or about them? Does our dressing room discussion match our public persona?
I like to think that a stage represent our lives. It can be a very effective, beautiful and creative instrument that reflects Him, revealing a beautiful message of hope, love and faith to countless others. Or perhaps another stage exists with the sole focus of promoting ourselves. One stage shares Him. Another stage centers around self. The difference is made in our choices...our actions...our attitudes and our words....publicly, privately, prayerfully.
Shouldn't we be the same whether the lights are on or off ? Shouldn't our words be the same whether a crowd listens or no one is around? Does our worth matter more about who sees us...or Who they see living in us? Should our identity be found in crowds...or Christ?
I pray that the moments we have remaining on this stage...whether in dark or light, alone or surrounded by others, sound on or off...do not dismiss our greatest purpose...to honor, serve and praise Him. After all, He is our Audience of One. May He be center stage...forever! <3~thl
Thursday, April 11, 2013
My music, my God...
"The aim and final end of all music should be none other than the glory of God and the refreshment of the soul." (Johann Sebastian Bach)
I have always loved music. Earliest memories of music include my Dad leading worship at church and singing regularly at home. Mom also sang and whistled in the kitchen as she worked. I don't remember my childhood home without music very often. The piano, drums and a guitar or two were not uncommon in our home, either.
My personal musical interest began early. I don't remember not singing. But I also remember one day vividly. My parents had purchased a piano for my two older brothers, who were in school that day. Mom was checking laundry in the basement. I walked over to the piano...climbed, (I was around four years old and had to climb), onto the piano bench...placed my hands on the keys...and began playing my very first song, "Jesus Loves Me." Mom rushed up the steps. I didn't understand the urgency. Before reaching the living room, she asked who I allowed into the house without telling her. Again, I didn't understand the concern. She shares that she walked into the living room and there I sat, with my legs dangling off the piano bench, playing that song. I didn't understand her shock. It just seemed to me that if I could sing a song, I might as well play it, too.
We all know that my little debut wasn't exactly a Mozart moment. I still haven't reached that level after lessons and theory. It took patience from family and friends over the years. I began playing for church, as needed, when I was nine. Bless their hearts! I still don't know how they endured it. I played organ for a wedding at fifteen. Hopefully, there was marked improvement by then. But music...whether singing, playing, or later directing and composing...has always been a part of my life. I can't imagine life without it.
Music connects me to God in a very passionate way. It is undoubtedly an incredible gift from Him. I wonder if Jesus sang while He was on earth. I also wonder what it will be like to hear God sing in Heaven. It is my belief that music is a special glimpse of Heaven on earth. When we struggle, music soothes us. When we hurt, music calms us . When we worship together, music unites us. Scriptures often mention music, as well.
I agree with Bach. Music reaches its highest potential when it glorifies God...and refreshes our soul as only He can do. It's true. I can't seem to go a day without music. But even more importantly, I can't imagine a moment without the Presence of God, Who gives me every reason to praise Him in song. ♥~thl
"Praise the Lord, O my soul. I will praise the Lord all my life; I will sing praise to my God as long as I live." Psalm 146: 2
I have always loved music. Earliest memories of music include my Dad leading worship at church and singing regularly at home. Mom also sang and whistled in the kitchen as she worked. I don't remember my childhood home without music very often. The piano, drums and a guitar or two were not uncommon in our home, either.
My personal musical interest began early. I don't remember not singing. But I also remember one day vividly. My parents had purchased a piano for my two older brothers, who were in school that day. Mom was checking laundry in the basement. I walked over to the piano...climbed, (I was around four years old and had to climb), onto the piano bench...placed my hands on the keys...and began playing my very first song, "Jesus Loves Me." Mom rushed up the steps. I didn't understand the urgency. Before reaching the living room, she asked who I allowed into the house without telling her. Again, I didn't understand the concern. She shares that she walked into the living room and there I sat, with my legs dangling off the piano bench, playing that song. I didn't understand her shock. It just seemed to me that if I could sing a song, I might as well play it, too.
We all know that my little debut wasn't exactly a Mozart moment. I still haven't reached that level after lessons and theory. It took patience from family and friends over the years. I began playing for church, as needed, when I was nine. Bless their hearts! I still don't know how they endured it. I played organ for a wedding at fifteen. Hopefully, there was marked improvement by then. But music...whether singing, playing, or later directing and composing...has always been a part of my life. I can't imagine life without it.
Music connects me to God in a very passionate way. It is undoubtedly an incredible gift from Him. I wonder if Jesus sang while He was on earth. I also wonder what it will be like to hear God sing in Heaven. It is my belief that music is a special glimpse of Heaven on earth. When we struggle, music soothes us. When we hurt, music calms us . When we worship together, music unites us. Scriptures often mention music, as well.
I agree with Bach. Music reaches its highest potential when it glorifies God...and refreshes our soul as only He can do. It's true. I can't seem to go a day without music. But even more importantly, I can't imagine a moment without the Presence of God, Who gives me every reason to praise Him in song. ♥~thl
"Praise the Lord, O my soul. I will praise the Lord all my life; I will sing praise to my God as long as I live." Psalm 146: 2
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Loads of love...
I wonder if there are horses in Heaven. I hope so. If you know me well, you know I absolutely love horses. I often imagine God chuckling about moving a southern, country girl from the beautiful mountains of Virgina to neighboring Kentucky, known for beautiful horses. I never imagined I would leave those mountains. I was born in them, lived in them and believed I would die in them. But if God called me to leave them, I believe He certainly knew I would enjoy horse country.
One of many reasons I love horses is their strength. I am fascinated by their abilities to stand, walk and run carrying impressive loads. I have also seen them sit down on the ground if someone was too heavy...or mistreating them. God has given horses ample strength to deliver what He designed them to do...and they respond beautifully, majestically and successfully.
That made me think. If horses accomplish God's purpose for their lives, shouldn't we take His Word seriously about what He asks us to do? Galations 6: 2 says "Carry each other's burdens and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ." Simple, isn't it? Yet it is so easily overlooked in our busy, fast-paced and often self-centered world. Frankly, if we are too busy to care about others and carry their burdens, we are too busy.
Dr. David Jeremiah says that changing another person's life in a positive way must involve love. It will not happen in forced, disrespectful, unkind or careless ways. It requires love. Until we accept and apply what we are created to do, we lose essential, God-given purpose.
God created us to love, to be loved and to share His love. He didn't suggest it. He commanded it. 1 John 13:34 shares the words of Jesus: “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another."
I wonder...if a horse can majestically carry loads for its master, how much love could we share for our Majesty, our Father...by carrying each other's loads? ♥~thl
One of many reasons I love horses is their strength. I am fascinated by their abilities to stand, walk and run carrying impressive loads. I have also seen them sit down on the ground if someone was too heavy...or mistreating them. God has given horses ample strength to deliver what He designed them to do...and they respond beautifully, majestically and successfully.
That made me think. If horses accomplish God's purpose for their lives, shouldn't we take His Word seriously about what He asks us to do? Galations 6: 2 says "Carry each other's burdens and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ." Simple, isn't it? Yet it is so easily overlooked in our busy, fast-paced and often self-centered world. Frankly, if we are too busy to care about others and carry their burdens, we are too busy.
Dr. David Jeremiah says that changing another person's life in a positive way must involve love. It will not happen in forced, disrespectful, unkind or careless ways. It requires love. Until we accept and apply what we are created to do, we lose essential, God-given purpose.
God created us to love, to be loved and to share His love. He didn't suggest it. He commanded it. 1 John 13:34 shares the words of Jesus: “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another."
I wonder...if a horse can majestically carry loads for its master, how much love could we share for our Majesty, our Father...by carrying each other's loads? ♥~thl
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Faith without answers...
"Faith does not always give us all the answers we seek but faith does give us the strength and ability to live with unanswered questions." (unknown)
Dear God~
Thank You...
for loving us...when we don't understand.
for holding us...when we lose our way.
for listening...when tears silently fall.
for strength...when we are weary and worn.
for peace...when we are searching.
for hope...when we are hurting.
for comfort...when we are wounded.
for faithful friends...when needed most.
for assurance...that You are with us.
for promises...that You will never leave.
for guidance...because You know what is best.
for being You...whom I trust...completely.♥~thl
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight." Proverbs 3: 5>6
Dear God~
Thank You...
for loving us...when we don't understand.
for holding us...when we lose our way.
for listening...when tears silently fall.
for strength...when we are weary and worn.
for peace...when we are searching.
for hope...when we are hurting.
for comfort...when we are wounded.
for faithful friends...when needed most.
for assurance...that You are with us.
for promises...that You will never leave.
for guidance...because You know what is best.
for being You...whom I trust...completely.♥~thl
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight." Proverbs 3: 5>6
Monday, April 8, 2013
Spring Lessons...
Spring has arrived in Kentucky.
Birds are singing.
Trees are budding.
Grass is now green and rapidly growing.
Sounds and sights of spring are everywhere.
Children are playing outside.
Neighbors are mowing yards.
Windows are open to allow fresh air inside.
But there are sounds I, gratefully, do not hear.
I do not hear grass boasting of its rich color and rapid growth.
I do not hear birds arguing over who sings best.
I do not hear trees competing with flowers about who blooms first.
Perhaps they rely on God for their individual beauty.
Perhaps they realize He finds each one valuable.
Perhaps they accept that comparison is unnecessary.
Perhaps they learned that in unity, He is honored incredibly.
Dear God, thank You for the beauty of Spring.
Thank You for each unique and special gift You create.
May I depend on You for my purpose, value and hope.
May we unite as we grow, serve and reflect...You.
♥~thl
"Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Praise the Lord." Psalm 150: 6
Birds are singing.
Trees are budding.
Grass is now green and rapidly growing.
Sounds and sights of spring are everywhere.
Children are playing outside.
Neighbors are mowing yards.
Windows are open to allow fresh air inside.
But there are sounds I, gratefully, do not hear.
I do not hear grass boasting of its rich color and rapid growth.
I do not hear birds arguing over who sings best.
I do not hear trees competing with flowers about who blooms first.
Perhaps they rely on God for their individual beauty.
Perhaps they realize He finds each one valuable.
Perhaps they accept that comparison is unnecessary.
Perhaps they learned that in unity, He is honored incredibly.
Dear God, thank You for the beauty of Spring.
Thank You for each unique and special gift You create.
May I depend on You for my purpose, value and hope.
May we unite as we grow, serve and reflect...You.
♥~thl
"Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Praise the Lord." Psalm 150: 6
Peace in packages...
It was a pretty ordinary day. There were lists to make, laundry to do, spring cleaning to continue, a work-out to complete, emails to answer, plans to confirm, errands to run and other routine activities.
Just before lunch, Tim reminded me of last week's package, which I had not yet opened. Another package from the same organization arrived in today's mail. I receive packages from the AACC periodically and usually wait until I find ample time to review all the information.
I later opened both packages and was thrilled to find the latter one included my newest membership renewal papers. They have arrived annually for years so they are not a huge surprise but always enjoyable and encouraging.
Since I was a teenager, I have had a dream, a passion and a calling, to care for the hurting. At first, I considered high school guidance counseling. (I love that age group!) Then I thought I would pursue private practice. Yet as the years unfolded, I realized my true passion is crisis and trama counseling. With each horrible event exposed over the past decade, (9/11, Columbine shooting, Virginia Tech Massacre, accidents which claim lives of teens, children and loved ones, hurricanes and so many others), I became increasingly aware of the urgent needs of victims, first responders, families, etc..
So why was today any different? I really can't explain it. I just know that when I reviewed the first package of periodicals, news, etc, my heart was stirred by the news and updates. But when I opened the second package and saw the renewed certificate, card, etc....I felt a peace wash over me that was unquestionably from my Heavenly Father. I sensed His reassurance, His love and His faithfulness. I was reminded of His Presence yesterday, today...and tomorrow. Although I have no earthly idea how it will unfold, He does...and I must surrender to His plan, His will, His Master design and His timing.
Not in an audible way, but in an absolute way, I knew His message was..."Terri, I've got this. Trust Me." Plain. Simple. Peaceful. Solid. I have sensed His Presence before. This was no exception.
He knows His plans for my life. As I continue to search His will on multiple levels, I am often overwhelmed, concerned and uncertain about so many details. But He is not. He is already aware and working it all out. Whatever happens, I will trust Him. He's got it all under control and He will make a way. May I remember that He is my focus, my King, my Shepherd and my Rock. I will wait. I will listen. I will hope..,in Him. <3~thl
Jeremiah 29: 11>13
Sometimes, other times, all times, His time...
Trust: "assured reliance on the character, ability, strength or truth of someone or something; one in which confidence is placed... " (Merriam-Webster)
Dear God~
Sometimes this journey seems to pass all too quickly.
Other seasons seem to stand painfully still in time..
Some seasons are full of celebration, joy, accomplishment, completion, connection.
Other seasons include devastation, uncertainty, loss, brokenness, abandonment.
Sometimes we recognize Your purpose in our lives with absolute assurance..
Other times we wonder if we will ever realize what purpose there is in a season.
Sometimes we sense Your immediate and intimate Presence.
Other times, we wonder how we drifted so far away from You.
Sometimes the storms of life arrive and our faith remains strong and solid.
Other times, repeated storms leave us weary and worn, trembling and torn.
Sometimes, life brings lessons which increase our walk with You.
Other times, life brings trials that make no sense whatsoever.
In all times, You hold us in Your arms, love us without leaving us, patiently unfold our purpose and call us Your Children. Though we stumble, fall, bruise, bleed and lose our way, You never lose sight of us.
In Your time, I pray my life becomes all You created me to be...trusting You completely. ♥~thl
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight." Proverbs 3: 5>6
Dear God~
Sometimes this journey seems to pass all too quickly.
Other seasons seem to stand painfully still in time..
Some seasons are full of celebration, joy, accomplishment, completion, connection.
Other seasons include devastation, uncertainty, loss, brokenness, abandonment.
Sometimes we recognize Your purpose in our lives with absolute assurance..
Other times we wonder if we will ever realize what purpose there is in a season.
Sometimes we sense Your immediate and intimate Presence.
Other times, we wonder how we drifted so far away from You.
Sometimes the storms of life arrive and our faith remains strong and solid.
Other times, repeated storms leave us weary and worn, trembling and torn.
Sometimes, life brings lessons which increase our walk with You.
Other times, life brings trials that make no sense whatsoever.
In all times, You hold us in Your arms, love us without leaving us, patiently unfold our purpose and call us Your Children. Though we stumble, fall, bruise, bleed and lose our way, You never lose sight of us.
In Your time, I pray my life becomes all You created me to be...trusting You completely. ♥~thl
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight." Proverbs 3: 5>6
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Caring...compassionately...consistently, continually...
"Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle. Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.....Leave the rest to God."
Those words are taped on my desk so I see them repeatedly...daily. I believe this message with all my heart. Although my research does not reveal the exact source of the quote, I believe many of us agree that our world would be vastly different if we applied this daily.
We recently learned of the tragic loss of Rick and Kay Warren's twenty-seven year old son, Matthew. How heartbreaking to learn that he faced challenges continually, which eventually led to his untimely death. He was kind, sensitive, faithful and loving. He came from a God-honoring family. But that didn't mean his life was without serious, private struggles.
My thoughts tonight are from the depths of my heart. If you know me at all, you know that one of my greatest passions since I was very young is to help the hurting. It will remain my passion through my last breath.
No one is exempt from pain in this fallen world. Indeed, life is a tremendous blessing but it also includes intense burdens. There is constant hurt but there is also certain hope. In John 16: 33, Jesus said, "I have told you these things, so that in Me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." I can't explain why tragedies happen. I don't understand why some people go through life with some pain while others face tremendous tragedies continually. But I do know this. People hurt...deeply. People need hope...and help...continually. People desperately need care and compassion, listening and loving from others. In fact, in all the years of my life, I have not met one person who doesn't have some type of concern in their heart.
I wish I could make all the pain go away in this world. I wish I had answers, solutions and prevention for all the suffering and loss I have seen in countless lives. But I don't. What I do know...is that each day there are people who cross my path. I may know them. I may not. But each life is precious to God. Even those who hurt my loved ones...or hurt me...are valuable to Him. I must leave it to Him to handle their actions. But He has left me with a responsibility to care about others. Of course, that doesn't mean we accept abuse or unhealthy relationships. But we should certainly treat each person as a life for which He died. We never know what they are facing or the difference it can make...if we care. ♥~thl
Again...
"Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
Live simply.
Love generously.
Care deeply.
Speak kindly.
Leave the rest to God."
Those words are taped on my desk so I see them repeatedly...daily. I believe this message with all my heart. Although my research does not reveal the exact source of the quote, I believe many of us agree that our world would be vastly different if we applied this daily.
We recently learned of the tragic loss of Rick and Kay Warren's twenty-seven year old son, Matthew. How heartbreaking to learn that he faced challenges continually, which eventually led to his untimely death. He was kind, sensitive, faithful and loving. He came from a God-honoring family. But that didn't mean his life was without serious, private struggles.
My thoughts tonight are from the depths of my heart. If you know me at all, you know that one of my greatest passions since I was very young is to help the hurting. It will remain my passion through my last breath.
No one is exempt from pain in this fallen world. Indeed, life is a tremendous blessing but it also includes intense burdens. There is constant hurt but there is also certain hope. In John 16: 33, Jesus said, "I have told you these things, so that in Me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." I can't explain why tragedies happen. I don't understand why some people go through life with some pain while others face tremendous tragedies continually. But I do know this. People hurt...deeply. People need hope...and help...continually. People desperately need care and compassion, listening and loving from others. In fact, in all the years of my life, I have not met one person who doesn't have some type of concern in their heart.
I wish I could make all the pain go away in this world. I wish I had answers, solutions and prevention for all the suffering and loss I have seen in countless lives. But I don't. What I do know...is that each day there are people who cross my path. I may know them. I may not. But each life is precious to God. Even those who hurt my loved ones...or hurt me...are valuable to Him. I must leave it to Him to handle their actions. But He has left me with a responsibility to care about others. Of course, that doesn't mean we accept abuse or unhealthy relationships. But we should certainly treat each person as a life for which He died. We never know what they are facing or the difference it can make...if we care. ♥~thl
Again...
"Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
Live simply.
Love generously.
Care deeply.
Speak kindly.
Leave the rest to God."
Friday, April 5, 2013
Popularity...then and now...
Maybe it is a middle-age thing. Maybe it is watching our babies...ok, young adult children who will always be our babies...mature in their lives. Maybe it is in acknowledging that Heaven holds more friends and family members than ever before. I'm not sure why the word "popularity" has haunted me recently. Maybe I should gather all my psychology/counseling books and AACC courses' materials and do some serious self-analysis. But perhaps this is just a part of growing in Him.
Maybe others can relate. I graduated from high school and college, married, have two children and still have dreams, plans and goals. But as I watch our children as they grow, learn and make decisions, I reflect...
I would never consider myself popular at any time in my life. I certainly had wonderful friends in high school and college. My childhood best friend remains my best friend back home to this very day. I tried to be a friend to those in my path. I was never crowned Queen of anything. (Ok, I was on the homecoming court in high school...once.) But I was never known as "Miss Popularity" in any way or anywhere.
Popularity is defined as "the favor of the general public or a particular group of people." I haven't seen my name in lights or even on a single banner. No buildings or departments are named after me. I don't have a wall...or even a mantle...of awards with my name on them. So what does that mean to me now?
It means that I thank God for each precious individual from every season my life. I am blessed to have friends God placed my path in my home town, in school, in college, in ministry days, in our neighborhood and even some who live all over the world. No, I may not be famous...or popular...but I have been given incredible friends who love me...truly love me...even when they have known me for years! Each one is truly sent from God and that means I am certainly blessed.
Yet, another definition of "popularity" says "favored by an individual or limited group." Isaiah 49:16 says "See, I have engraved you on the palms of My hands, your walls are ever before Me." Knowing that God, Himself, has me engraved on the palms of His hands amazes me. He favors...loves...and cares for me...simple, southern me. I am popular with my Heavenly Father! I may never be in the "in crowd" and my name may never be in lights. However, my life is changed completely knowing that I am "in His hands" and that He, the Great I AM, knows my name. Who knows...I may even wear my very first crown someday, too! ♥~thl
Maybe others can relate. I graduated from high school and college, married, have two children and still have dreams, plans and goals. But as I watch our children as they grow, learn and make decisions, I reflect...
I would never consider myself popular at any time in my life. I certainly had wonderful friends in high school and college. My childhood best friend remains my best friend back home to this very day. I tried to be a friend to those in my path. I was never crowned Queen of anything. (Ok, I was on the homecoming court in high school...once.) But I was never known as "Miss Popularity" in any way or anywhere.
Popularity is defined as "the favor of the general public or a particular group of people." I haven't seen my name in lights or even on a single banner. No buildings or departments are named after me. I don't have a wall...or even a mantle...of awards with my name on them. So what does that mean to me now?
It means that I thank God for each precious individual from every season my life. I am blessed to have friends God placed my path in my home town, in school, in college, in ministry days, in our neighborhood and even some who live all over the world. No, I may not be famous...or popular...but I have been given incredible friends who love me...truly love me...even when they have known me for years! Each one is truly sent from God and that means I am certainly blessed.
Yet, another definition of "popularity" says "favored by an individual or limited group." Isaiah 49:16 says "See, I have engraved you on the palms of My hands, your walls are ever before Me." Knowing that God, Himself, has me engraved on the palms of His hands amazes me. He favors...loves...and cares for me...simple, southern me. I am popular with my Heavenly Father! I may never be in the "in crowd" and my name may never be in lights. However, my life is changed completely knowing that I am "in His hands" and that He, the Great I AM, knows my name. Who knows...I may even wear my very first crown someday, too! ♥~thl
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Going Home...
Dad answered the phone and we discussed the dangerous snowfall and other details. I have been trying to return home to visit my parents recently. Due to weather and various health concerns, however, it has been necessary to delay my drive for several weeks so far. Although I have been quite frustrated about not getting there sooner, my parents have been very kind, understanding and protective of me...at a time when I need to help them instead. Dad and I shared that God knows what He is doing and even if I had been able to drive home, the weather in Virginia and Kentucky has not been cooperative or safe.
As we talked, Dad began offering suggestions on my trip whenever it works out for me to drive home. As I listened to my precious retired Dad giving his middle-aged daughter very wise details, I couldn't help but smile all the way from my heart. His love, concern and devotion to his family were so obvious and I was touched by every word he said. I will certainly take each suggestion seriously when the time comes to travel home. I am also certain that while I am driving back to the mountains, my folks will call my cell phone repeatedly to make sure their daughter is safe and well.
After our conversation ended, I thanked God for my precious parents who care enough to make sure their daughter travels safely and takes care of her health in the meantime. I was also reminded that I have a Heavenly Father Who also loves me and cares about my every breath...every day...and everything that happens in my life.
Even on the most difficult days...even in the most challenging moments...even when life seems unfair, cruel, frustrating and relentlessly painful...I am blessed beyond measure. Knowing I belong to the God Who created me, Who carries me, Who holds me together and wants me to spent eternity with Him...gives me strength, courage, assurance and reason to never give up on this journey. Some day....some glorious, precious day...my Heavenly Father will lead me safely Home to not only visit...but to live with Him forever. That's a ride Home I definitely don't want to miss! ♥~thl
Meat and potatoes...
"God often proves Himself when we feel we have the least to offer." - Beth Moore
I remember that day clearly. Tim and I were in full-time ministry with two small children. After paying bills, we only had a few dollars left in the bank with six days remaining until next Sunday's paycheck. My heart sank as I realized we had to find a way to feed our babies. As he left to visit church members, Tim asked if there was anything he could bring home. I simply answered that if we could purchase a few potatoes and a pound of meat, we would somehow make it.
After he left, I pray for God to protect Tim while traveling and for provision for our babies. I put the children down for a nap and began working around the house. Within minutes, someone knocked on the door.
There stood our precious friend, an elderly lady who lived minutes away. She was smiling while holding a large, brown grocery bag. "I just wanted to check on you all and bring you some potatoes from our garden. We have more than we need and I thought you might want some!" There had to be at least fifteen pounds of potatoes in there. I was shocked. I told her she was a gift from God...much more than she realized. She laughed with her joyful spirit and went home.
Tim later returned home with a huge smile on his face...carrying a large, brown grocery bag, saying he didn't even go to the store. He had visited one of the church members who, not knowing our situation, gave Tim a "surprise" to take home. When we looked inside, it was full of meat! We had prayed that we would have enough food to feed our family that week...and God not only provided, but He knew our specific "menu" and provided it in abundance.
God hears our prayers. Sometimes His answers are obvious. Other times, we must simply trust Him...when we understand nothing at the time. It is no secret that He provides for our physical needs. But when life is overwhelming, when cares and pain are beyond words, when we have no idea what to do, where to go or which decision to make...when no one else on the planet has any idea what is happening...I cling to Him! I know that the God who put meat and potatoes on our table so we could feed our babies...is the same God who raised His Son from the dead...and holds us in His arms...lovingly, faithfully, unconditionally, compassionately and genuinely! When this world seems out of control, I know...my God cares! When my life is down to nothing...I know...He is always up to something. I may have little to offer...but God lovingly gave His best! I will trust Him. I will listen for Him. I will seek Him. I will wait. I will believe. I will lean on Him as He leads me on. Thank You, God, for never letting go of us! ♥~thl
I remember that day clearly. Tim and I were in full-time ministry with two small children. After paying bills, we only had a few dollars left in the bank with six days remaining until next Sunday's paycheck. My heart sank as I realized we had to find a way to feed our babies. As he left to visit church members, Tim asked if there was anything he could bring home. I simply answered that if we could purchase a few potatoes and a pound of meat, we would somehow make it.
After he left, I pray for God to protect Tim while traveling and for provision for our babies. I put the children down for a nap and began working around the house. Within minutes, someone knocked on the door.
There stood our precious friend, an elderly lady who lived minutes away. She was smiling while holding a large, brown grocery bag. "I just wanted to check on you all and bring you some potatoes from our garden. We have more than we need and I thought you might want some!" There had to be at least fifteen pounds of potatoes in there. I was shocked. I told her she was a gift from God...much more than she realized. She laughed with her joyful spirit and went home.
Tim later returned home with a huge smile on his face...carrying a large, brown grocery bag, saying he didn't even go to the store. He had visited one of the church members who, not knowing our situation, gave Tim a "surprise" to take home. When we looked inside, it was full of meat! We had prayed that we would have enough food to feed our family that week...and God not only provided, but He knew our specific "menu" and provided it in abundance.
God hears our prayers. Sometimes His answers are obvious. Other times, we must simply trust Him...when we understand nothing at the time. It is no secret that He provides for our physical needs. But when life is overwhelming, when cares and pain are beyond words, when we have no idea what to do, where to go or which decision to make...when no one else on the planet has any idea what is happening...I cling to Him! I know that the God who put meat and potatoes on our table so we could feed our babies...is the same God who raised His Son from the dead...and holds us in His arms...lovingly, faithfully, unconditionally, compassionately and genuinely! When this world seems out of control, I know...my God cares! When my life is down to nothing...I know...He is always up to something. I may have little to offer...but God lovingly gave His best! I will trust Him. I will listen for Him. I will seek Him. I will wait. I will believe. I will lean on Him as He leads me on. Thank You, God, for never letting go of us! ♥~thl
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Splattered toothpaste and spilled words...
It is not my favorite chore. I don't mind laundry, sweeping, taking out trash, or washing dishes. But cleaning the bathroom is not my idea of fun.
I don't mind scrubbing the tub or even cleaning the "porcelain throne." Cleaning the sink/vanity/mirror actually bothers me most. Why? The sticky residues from toothpaste and hairspray seem the most difficult to remove.
Naturally, I began analyzing this as I scrubbed our master bath tonight for a possible lesson. Life brings smudges, spills and stains. My family and I joke about me being the "stain queen" re: laundry. I enjoy the challenge to remove them and I am thrilled when I succeed...most of the time.
But splattered toothpaste and hairspray residue annoys me. Perhaps, they remind me that what comes out of our mouths makes a different mess in life. The old adage "sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me" is inaccurate. Words do hurt...deeply. Cleaning up injured lives from cruel words is most difficult.
Over the years, I have had multiple hospital experiences. I have endured surgeries, various ER trips and even a couple broken bones. Sure, scars and memories remain but time eventually healed those wounds.
Yet words seem to grip our hearts much differently. Cruel words carve wounds deeper than any scalpel could ever reach. Even if forgiveness occurred, the scars still sting occasionally. Once a word is released, it can not be removed. I have spoken them and regretted them. I have also been on the receiving end of gossip, lies, false accusations and attacks. So far, I haven't found a cleaner that instantly removes damaging words I spoke. Nor have I found wound care options that erase my scars.
Cleaning toothpaste and hairspray residue may be challenging. But cruel words adhere to hearts and lives much more seriously. James 1: 19 says "...everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry..." What crucial and wise words those are!
Dear God~Please forgive me for the messes my words have caused. May I build up instead of tear down. May I show compassion for those wounded. May I honor You, reflect You and please You with each word I speak. May I trust You...always. ♥~thl
I don't mind scrubbing the tub or even cleaning the "porcelain throne." Cleaning the sink/vanity/mirror actually bothers me most. Why? The sticky residues from toothpaste and hairspray seem the most difficult to remove.
Naturally, I began analyzing this as I scrubbed our master bath tonight for a possible lesson. Life brings smudges, spills and stains. My family and I joke about me being the "stain queen" re: laundry. I enjoy the challenge to remove them and I am thrilled when I succeed...most of the time.
But splattered toothpaste and hairspray residue annoys me. Perhaps, they remind me that what comes out of our mouths makes a different mess in life. The old adage "sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me" is inaccurate. Words do hurt...deeply. Cleaning up injured lives from cruel words is most difficult.
Over the years, I have had multiple hospital experiences. I have endured surgeries, various ER trips and even a couple broken bones. Sure, scars and memories remain but time eventually healed those wounds.
Yet words seem to grip our hearts much differently. Cruel words carve wounds deeper than any scalpel could ever reach. Even if forgiveness occurred, the scars still sting occasionally. Once a word is released, it can not be removed. I have spoken them and regretted them. I have also been on the receiving end of gossip, lies, false accusations and attacks. So far, I haven't found a cleaner that instantly removes damaging words I spoke. Nor have I found wound care options that erase my scars.
Cleaning toothpaste and hairspray residue may be challenging. But cruel words adhere to hearts and lives much more seriously. James 1: 19 says "...everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry..." What crucial and wise words those are!
Dear God~Please forgive me for the messes my words have caused. May I build up instead of tear down. May I show compassion for those wounded. May I honor You, reflect You and please You with each word I speak. May I trust You...always. ♥~thl
Monday, April 1, 2013
Smooth Sailing or Rocky Riding...
"You wake up every morning and you have no idea what will happen that day, but God knows. He is your constant source of stability." (Beth Moore)
Dear God~Each day is a gift....a precious, we-can-never-live-this-day-aga
Then I remember...if I am able to breath, walk, talk, laugh, hug and work, I mean something to You. But if my body aches, my work is incomplete, my heart is broken or my house is not immaculate...I still mean something to You!
Thank You for giving me worth, purpose and strength no matter what happens around me or within me. Thank You for being my Rock...the One I hold onto, the One Who holds me...and the One who holds me together. Thank You for never changing....yet for changing my life forever. ♥~thl
Isaiah 26: 3
Dear God~Each day is a gift....a precious, we-can-never-live-this-day-aga
Then I remember...if I am able to breath, walk, talk, laugh, hug and work, I mean something to You. But if my body aches, my work is incomplete, my heart is broken or my house is not immaculate...I still mean something to You!
Thank You for giving me worth, purpose and strength no matter what happens around me or within me. Thank You for being my Rock...the One I hold onto, the One Who holds me...and the One who holds me together. Thank You for never changing....yet for changing my life forever. ♥~thl
Isaiah 26: 3
He wastes nothing....
After a weekend of mourning, waiting and celebrating, I wonder. How do I begin this week with so much to remember about His love for me?
I realize that whatever happens in this life is never wasted. Even when the Son of God walked on this earth, the deception, rejection, torture and death He faced was purposeful when placed in God's hands. Not only did He rise from the dead, but He changed lives forever!
A new song says, "It's from the deepest wounds that that beauty finds a place to bloom and you will see, before the end, that every broken piece is gathered in the heart of Jesus. And what's lost will be found again..."
May all I face on my journey Home be placed in the hands of the One Who wastes nothing. May I surrender the blessings and burdens, the waiting and wondering, the rejoicing and rejection of this life to Him. For only He can use my simple life for His glory, His honor and His praise. Thank You, God, for wasting...nothing. ♥~thl
I realize that whatever happens in this life is never wasted. Even when the Son of God walked on this earth, the deception, rejection, torture and death He faced was purposeful when placed in God's hands. Not only did He rise from the dead, but He changed lives forever!
A new song says, "It's from the deepest wounds that that beauty finds a place to bloom and you will see, before the end, that every broken piece is gathered in the heart of Jesus. And what's lost will be found again..."
May all I face on my journey Home be placed in the hands of the One Who wastes nothing. May I surrender the blessings and burdens, the waiting and wondering, the rejoicing and rejection of this life to Him. For only He can use my simple life for His glory, His honor and His praise. Thank You, God, for wasting...nothing. ♥~thl
“Nothing is Wasted” by Jason Gray
The hurt that broke your heart and left you trembling in the dark, feeling lost and alone, will tell you hope's a lie. But what if every tear you cry will seed the ground where joy will grow?
(chorus)
Nothing is wasted. Nothing is wasted. In the hands of our Redeemer, nothing is wasted.
It's from the deepest wounds that beauty finds a place to bloom. And you will see before the end, that every broken piece is gathered in the heart of Jesus. And what's lost will be found again
(chorus)
Nothing is wasted. Nothing is wasted. In the hands of our Redeemer, nothing is wasted.
(Bridge)
When hope is more than you can bear and it's too hard to believe it could be true.
And your strength fails you halfway there, you can lean on me and I'll believe for you.
And in time you will believe it too.
(chorus)
Nothing is wasted. Nothing is wasted. Sometimes we are waiting in sorrow we have tasted. But joy will replace it. Nothing is wasted. In the hands of our Redeemer, nothing is wasted.
The hurt that broke your heart and left you trembling in the dark, feeling lost and alone, will tell you hope's a lie. But what if every tear you cry will seed the ground where joy will grow?
(chorus)
Nothing is wasted. Nothing is wasted. In the hands of our Redeemer, nothing is wasted.
It's from the deepest wounds that beauty finds a place to bloom. And you will see before the end, that every broken piece is gathered in the heart of Jesus. And what's lost will be found again
(chorus)
Nothing is wasted. Nothing is wasted. In the hands of our Redeemer, nothing is wasted.
(Bridge)
When hope is more than you can bear and it's too hard to believe it could be true.
And your strength fails you halfway there, you can lean on me and I'll believe for you.
And in time you will believe it too.
(chorus)
Nothing is wasted. Nothing is wasted. Sometimes we are waiting in sorrow we have tasted. But joy will replace it. Nothing is wasted. In the hands of our Redeemer, nothing is wasted.
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