Presence...past, present, future...

God keeps His promises.  He did then.  He does now.  Even though His plan is beyond our understanding, He is Sovereign. He is God.  He is Truth.  He is Love.  Because of His faithfulness in the past and present, I will trust Him with my future.  He is with us...Immanuel.<3~thl

"All this took place to fulfill what the Lord had said through the prophet:  The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and they will call Him Immanuel--which means, 'God with us.'"  Matthew 1: 22>23

Searching for Him...

Herod told the Magi that he wanted them to notify him of the Christ child's location so he could go and worship the Child.  However, after they saw the Child and worshipped Him, they were warned by an angel to not return to Herod.  So the Magi went a different way to return to their country. 

I wonder if the Magi suspected Herod's true motive.  I wonder if they believed he was sincere.  Maybe they did.  Maybe they didn't.  I don't know.  Yet when the angel warned them in a dream to avoid seeing Herod, they listened. Their plans changed immediately. 

I began thinking.  Sadly, many things are not as they appear in our lives, either.  What we are told by others may not be truthful.  Even what we observe may not be what it seems.  Tragically, as Herod claimed to want to worship the Christ Child, we may also hear false impressions and intentions while using the name of Christ. 

How do we know who..or what...to believe?  It's not easy.  Yet I continually learn to ask God for wisdom and discernment...each moment of every day.  Oh, I have certainly made countless wrong choices.  No doubt, I will make many more.  But what I learned from the lives of Mary, Joseph, the shepherds and the Magi...is that they listened to what the angels told them...and they followed God's guidance.  Someone once told me that if we have peace in a situation, that is from God. Yet, if we are experiencing great turmoil, that does not come from God.  Of course, having peace about a situation doesn't mean it is always easy.  Yet knowing that God's hand is holding and leading us...certainly brings peace.

I suspect that the Magi felt great peace once the angel appeared to them.  I don't know if the detour route was longer or shorter for their return home.  But they were willing to do whatever they were told by the angel. 

It is my prayer that I may listen to what others say to me on this journey.  Yet I also pray that the voice of God will be heard above all else.  He is Truth.  He is Love.  He is Peace.  He is Present.  He is God.  May He be my Guide as the rest of this journey leads me Home.<3~thl

Matthew 2: 1>12

Ordinary offering, Extraordinary God...

The time has arrived.  We will soon change into our "choir clothes" and celebrate the birth of the Messiah!  As we stand on the risers, hold microphones and lift our voices to Him, I realize what an incredible responsibility and opportunity God has placed before us.

Honestly, I am amazed and grateful that the LCC family allowed me to be a part of this journey.  I am an ordinary gal...with an ordinary life...an ordinary voice...and an ordinary passion for music.  Yet somehow, these precious people made a way for ordinary me to join in praise to an extraordinary God!

When my feet carry me up those steps and onto the risers, I will surrender my ordinary abilities to Him! Thankfully, He is fully aware of my limits and my faults.  But He still has a purpose for my life. Obviously, I will totally depend on Him for every breath, heartbeat and word delivered. 

Isn't that how life unfolds? God gives each of us talents and abilities, which vary greatly.  Some are in the spotlight.  Some are in the shadows.  Some are acknowledged.  Others are quietly noticed by Him. By His wonderful design, they blend together to bring honor, glory and praise to the King of Kings, the Great I Am, our Father.

The time had arrived.  The young couple prepared to parent the Son of God.  Their response to God's plan brought opportunity for the precious Baby to become our Saviour.  He was first wrapped in swaddling cloths.  He later bore the sins of this world.  He was then wrapped in grave cloths but soon left them behind.  Because He arose, He gives ordinary people like me an extraordinary way to spend eternity with Him.  I am quite amazed and very grateful.   Through Him, my ordinary life has purpose.  By His design, I pray each breath, heartbeat and word I share...will bring honor, glory and praise to my Audience of One.  May I reflect Him...above all.<3~thl

"And the glory of the Lord will be revealed and all mankind together will see it.  For the mouth of the Lord has spoken."  Isaiah 40: 5    

Music and more...

Music...a gift from God that will also carry over into our Heavenly Home.  I look forward to hearing the angels sing.  I am especially excited to hear God sing!  I want to meet David...and hear him sing and play his harp.  I want to lift my simple voice to our amazing God along with everyone else.  Music...what an incredible gift now...and forever.

Tonight's dress rehearsal for the Christmas program at LCC reminded me of God's love and light in this world...through music.  We were excited as we lifted our voices in praise to the newborn King.  I watched the faces of the choir, the ensembles, the band, the children, the director and her assistant.  Music moves us...as we glorify Him! 

I also noticed the many different factors involved.  Men, women, children, teens, married, single, petite, tall, soft voices, strong voices, carpenters, technical support, drummer, guitarists, keyboards, teachers, nurses, moms, daughters, dads, sons, young, young-at-heart, broken hearts, restored lives, sopranos, altos, tenors and bass singers.  Yet when the music began, we were united for one purpose...praising Him!

I noticed something else.  It is no secret that our community has faced much illness the past few weeks.  Flu, strep, colds, migraines, allergies, sinus infections and other conditions have not been strangers to the Church family and choir.  Yet when needs arose, folks united to meet those needs. Without hesitation, they helped one another.

I began thinking.  Not only is music a gift...but an opportunity to share and serve Him.  Through countless hours of preparation and practice, the program is prepared.   Through compassionate hearts that love Him and each other, we are united in spirits, hearts and purpose.

Thank You, God, for the gift of music.  Thank you for each precious life involved..  Thank You for this amazing way we can honor You.  May the music You gave us...be used to give back to You...through us, among us and beyond us.  This season..and each moment of our lives...are truly all about You!<3~thl

"If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honored, every part rejoices with it.  Now you are the body of Christ, and each one of you is a part of it."  1 Corinthians 12: 26>27

So suddenly, so remembered...

It has been decades since I saw him.  Unfortunately, this college classmate and friend passed away suddenly yesterday before I could see him again.  Randy was a kind, thoughtful and wonderful man.  I heard from him a couple years ago and, as always, he was sharing words of encouragement. 

Memories of him include seeing him sitting in class, on the basketball court or soccer field, or in the cafeteria...always smiling.  As friends and classmates began reminiscing about him, I noticed two things.  Randy was remembered for how he lived.  Randy was remembered for how he loved.  Whether he was serious or having fun, Randy was a gentleman.  He obviously loved God and he genuinely followed Him.  Randy also knew how to love others.  I was always impressed that he made everyone feel wanted, welcome and loved.  Wherever he was, whoever he was with and whatever he was doing, he took the time to smile, speak and show interest in others. 

Although it is heartbreaking that his family lost him so unexpectedly, especially near Christmas time, I find comfort in Randy's eternity with the One he loved so dearly.  In the middle of such a hectic season, Randy has reminded us to focus on who we love and what is truly important! We are not promised a tomorrow...or another breath. Life can change in a moment, just as it did for Randy and his loved ones. 

As Christmas draws near, I pray that Randy's life will influence our lives.  May how we live...and how we love...be remembered now and for all our remaining moments.  Over thirty years have passed since I saw Randy.  But I will not forget him.  May our words, attitudes and actions touch other lives as brightly as Randy did.  Thanks for your life of love, Randy.  We'll see you soon.<3~thl

"My command is this:  Love each other as I have loved you.  Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends."  John 15: 12>13

Silence and peace...

We have often chuckled that because our children received German heritage from both Tim and me, plus Cherokee heritage from my side, they would have spunk in their blood. We were not wrong.  Combining German and Cherokee made them special and strong. 

After meeting Tim, I soon realized that German language is still spoken in his extended family.  Our children remember asking their Grandpa Lorenz to speak German for them.  He did so fluently.  German was actually his initial language until he was around five years old.  He then learned to speak English as he prepared to go to school. 

Not a Christmas passes without Tim reminiscing about his Grandmother Lorenz playing and singing "Silent Night" in a church service...in complete German.  I enjoy hearing Tim sing it that way, also.  It is referred to as "Stille Nacht" and was actually written in German by Joseph Mohr and Franz X. Gruber.  It was first sung on December 24, 1818 in Obendorf, Austria. Since then, this beautiful song has been shared and recognized all over the world.

I have often wondered.  What is it about that song that captures the hearts of people everywhere?  Is it the simplicity?  Is it the beautiful portrayal of Christ's birth?  Is it the melody?  Or is it a combination of many factors?

I also ponder the relationship of a silent night and heavenly peace. Certainly Jesus' birth did not occur silently.  Childbirth is seldom, if ever, silent.  Giving birth in a place where animals resided did not contribute to silence, either.  I like to believe that The Silent Night was all about listening, depending and relying on God...completely.  Total surrender from Joseph and Mary led them to this night...and the significant roles God placed before them.  No one on earth had been in this situation previously.  No one.  Ever.  But in their surrendered, humble lives, they brought the Son of God into the world.  There was much they could not explain or even understand, themselves.  But they listened, trusted and followed God.  Although their lives were changed forever, they were at peace.

May I remember that the more I am silent, the more I hear Him.  The more I hear Him, the more peace I have trusting Him. Even when there is much I do not understand or cannot explain, silence, indeed, brings heavenly peace in Him.<3~thl

"Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations.  I will be exalted in the earth."  Psalm 46: 10

Comfort in Him...

In the glow of His love and light this Christmas season, I pray we will remember to generously share our hearts with others. There are silent tears, empty arms and shattered dreams all around us. As we celebrate His hope, may we comfort the hurting who need it most. ♥~thl

"Comfort, comfort My people, says your God." Isaiah 40 : 1

Peaceful plea...

I wonder...if we spoke more peacefully, thought more peacefully, cared more peacefully and lived more peacefully...what kind of difference it would make in families, friendships, neighborhoods, countries...and the world. My favorite Christmas song is a bit non-traditional...but the message is always needed.♥~thl

"Let There Be Peace On Earth"

"Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me....
Let there be peace on earth, the peace that was meant to be.
With God as our Father, rothers all are we.
Let me walk with my brother in perfect harmony.

Let peace begin with me. Let this be the moment now.
With every step I take, let this be my solemn vow,
To take each moment and live each moment in peace eternally.
Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me." (Miller & Miller, 1955)

Star gazing...

My Dad made the most beautiful star for our Christmas tree during my childhood.  It was simple.  It was beautiful.  It was purposeful.  Dad could design and build houses, like the one I grew up in, too.  Knowing that he was so skilled...yet made a simple yet special star for our tree...touched my heart.

Occasionally I still see stars decorating trees and buildings during the Christmas season.  My mind always returns to sitting in my parents' living room and gazing at that beautiful star sitting on our tree top. 

I began thinking.  I have another Father Who made all the stars.  He also created life, the universe, seasons, music and a very special star that led the way to His Son, also called the Light of the World.  Perhaps our way to Him would be more easily found if we remain focused on His light instead of our own path.   

My Father made the most beautiful star for the very first Christmas.  It was beautiful.  It was purposeful.  He is Present and He is powerful.  He loves us so much that He gave His Son.  May I continue looking toward His light as I continue on the journey Home.<3~thl

John 3: 16 

Simple but significant...beyond the inn...

Very little is mentioned about the inn involved in the birth of Jesus.  We know that no rooms were available.  We also know that Jesus was laid in a manger, which is a feeding trough for livestock.  What humble conditions for the Son of God's birth and bassinet!

I wonder about the innkeeper who made those very modest provisions available.  I have heard him depicted as uncaring and insensitive.  But I like to think otherwise.  I wish to think that someone may not have had much to offer...but gave what they had.  Maybe, instead of shutting the door in the face of The King, he made simple but sacrificial room for Him.  Perhaps the Baby born that night and placed in a feeding trough...later provided spiritual food to the first man to open a door for Him, literally. I wonder if the innkeeper eventually heard the words, saw the miracles or witnessed the sacrifice of that once tiny, precious Baby.

Is what little I have to offer given to the Messiah? Do I make room for Him in my life?  Do I keep the door of my heart open to Him?  May I view the innkeeper as one who taught that giving the Saviour my life...simple and insignificant as it may seem..truly makes a difference.<3~thl

Luke 2: 6>7

Joseph and a rightful response...

I often think about Joseph's response to God's call...repeatedly.  First, Joseph learned that his soon-to-be wife was pregnant but he was not the baby's biological father.  That, alone, was reason for Joseph to walk away.  But he didn't.  Listening to God's through an angel, Joseph wed Mary anyway.  Not only did he become her husband, he also became the earthly father to her son, the very Son of God. 

I wonder how Joseph felt as he chose God's way instead of the ways of the world.  As he peacefully, humbly and quietly responded to God's purpose and plan, Joseph soon literally touched the face, hands and feet of the Savior.  May I follow Him more closely now so that I may also see and touch Him later.<3~thl

Matthew 1: 18>25

Simple shepherds...significant news...

The shepherds weren't known to be popular, proper or politically correct.  They were not seen in great light or held in high esteem by the general public.  Ironically, these meager, insignificant lives first witnessed the presence of heavenly hosts announcing of Jesus' birth. I wonder how they felt knowing that while they meant little to others, they still meant everything to God.<3~thl

Luke 2: 5>20

Him instead of them...

I wonder how Mary felt when she was asked to do something others would misunderstand...and criticize.  Yet she believed, trusted and followed Him...completely.  May I focus more on His plan than others' perceptions.  May I also believe, trust and follow Him.<3~thl

Anyway...every day...

"People are often unreasonable and self-centered.  Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives.  Be kind anyway.
If you are honest, people may cheat you.  Be honest anyway.
If you find happiness, people may be jealous.  Be happy anyway.
The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow.  Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough.  Give your best anyway.
For you see, in the end, it is between you and God.  It was never between you and them anyway."
(Mother Teresa)

Amen.  I love this.  May I remember it each day.<3~thl

Needed and wanted...

"People don't only need to be needed they want to be wanted. It is very painful to discover that you were only wanted while you were needed." (Christine Caine)

May we remember that each life matters.<3~thl

From my heart to His...

From the depths of my heart, I pray....<3~thl

 

 

"God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.

Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;

Taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it;

Trusting that He will make all things right
if I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Him Forever in the next.  Amen." (Reinhold Niebuhr)

Speak softly...

They are precious. Sure, I enjoy teaching them different lessons that include no, sit, hug, kiss, sleep, walk, walk slowly, no wrestling, potty time, no digging, no biting, stay, get down, stand up and be nice.  But they teach me far more than I could ever teach them.  The past twelve months with our sweet dogs, Boomer and Beethoven, have been very enjoyable and educational.

A few days ago, I gave them something special to eat.  As each precious boy removed it from my hand, they were careful to grab the food with their teeth without bringing any injury or pain to me.  They were aware that the task at hand required them using their mouths.  Yet they were also very aware that their actions could be accomplished without hurting someone who loves them dearly.

I began thinking immediately.  Oh, how wonderful, helpful and healing it would be if each task we pursue would be done with such compassion and caution.  May we remember to choose our words carefully so that we may avoid hurting someone else.  May we consistently speak and share His love in all we say...and in all we do.<3~thl

"Be imitators of God, therefore, as dearly loved children and live a life of love, just as Christ loved us and gave Himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God."  Ephesians 5: 1>2

Take me as I am...

Dear God~
Thank You for loving me...anyway.
Please...take me as I am.
May Your purpose for my life be done.
To You be all honor and praise. ♥~thl

"Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting. " Psalm 139: 23>24

Yarn, hooks and amazement...

Well, I did it!  It's been over twenty-six years since I held my crochet hooks and yarn.  Motherhood has a way of putting hobbies, crafts and spare time on the back burner.  But I have really missed this hobby...among several..for a very long time. 

Due to some issues with my hands, I believe crocheting again will be great exercise and therapy.  I type, play piano, direct, write and do other activities to keep my hands flexible.  But crocheting may be help, too.  So...reluctant but determined...I picked up one of the dozens of crochet hooks I own.  The moment had arrived.  Would I remember how to begin?  Would I remember how to hold the hook?  Would I remember all the stitches?  Would the very hobby that enabled me to crochet a bedspread and afghans long ago be within reach again? 

I took a deep breath.  The yarn was in my hand.  The hook somehow felt comfortable back in my grip. Slip stitch...was now complete.  Other stitches...were also made. I am amazed and so grateful! Someway, somehow the memories returned.  Practice is definitely needed before I undertake any major projects.  But I remembered.

I began thinking.  As thrilled as I am about a few crochet memories, I am far more amazed by God's precious thoughts!  He knows me by name.  He knows each breath I take...each moment I have lived...each experience encountered...and each step of my journey.  The Creator of the universe, the Maker of Heaven and Earth, the King of Kings and Lord of Lords...ever present, all knowing, all powerful...never forgets or abandons...simple, insignifcant, infamous...me!  No matter what happens in the universe or in the lives of billions of people, He still cares about me...and is with me always! 

Morning..noon...night...each moment of every day...God still loves me...anyway.  No matter where I am or what I am doing, He cares.  What an incredible reason to hold onto hope, peace, joy and love each step of this journey! He remembers me...and I shall not forget Him!♥~thl

"How precious to me are Your thoughts, O God!  How vast is the sum of them!  Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand.  When I awake, I am still with You."  Psalm 139: 17>18

Learning...

"One of the most significant things you have to offer God is your pure need for Him; without Him, we accomplish nothing." (Beth Moore)

I have learned.
I have learned that I have much yet to learn.
I have learned that although years bring wisdom, they bring questions.
I have learned that I may never have answers to many questions.

I have learned that my hope is in Him.
I have learned that He holds me together when my world falls apart.
I have learned that my purpose in this life is found solely in Him.
I have learned that I need Him and I always will.

I have learned to offer Him all I am....and all I am not.
I am learning...and leaning on Him.♥~thl

"'I am the Lord's servant,' Mary answered.  'May it be to me as you have said.'  Then the angel left her."  Luke 1: 38

First, a grateful heart...

I have always found it interesting that Thanksgiving arrives weeks before Christmas...instead of the other way around. Even as a child, I wondered why this was the order of events.

Though I certainly respect the historic reasons behind their date selections, I have always wondered....isn't this similar to life itself? Perhaps a grateful, open heart is essential before God's Presence, peace and power may be more clearly recognized. 'Just a thought...

"May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in Him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. " Romans 15: 13

Because...

I rejoice...because He is almighty.
I am peaceful...because He leads me.
I worship...because I love Him.
I am amazed...because He loves me. ♥~thl

"Great is our Lord and mighty in power; His understanding has no limit." Psalm 147: 5

Thanks-Living...

I enjoy Thanksgiving.
I enjoy cooking for three days for my family.
I enjoy the anticipation as we prepare to spend time together.
I enjoy each moment we share since all extended families live out of state.
I enjoy watching our children grow into amazing adults.
I enjoy the good wishes among friends, relatives and even strangers.
I enjoy counting our blessings.
I enjoy knowing that our Heavenly Father allows us each moment together.
I only wish that we would spend each day of the year being more grateful.
I wish that we would focus more on Thanks-Living each moment.
Knowing that God loves me and calls me His child...changes everything.♥~thl

"Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good.  His love endures forever.
Give thanks to the God of gods.  His love endures forever.
Give thanks to the Lord of lords; His love endures forever." Psalm 136: 1>3 

Peaceful gratitude...

Each day brings reminders of another gift for which I am very thankful.  When I have no answers, when my understanding is limited, when my heart continually seeks His direction, when life isn't fair, when strength is depleted or when others walk away, I rest in His precious, sweet peace. 

His love covers me.  His Presence surrounds me.  His hope sustains me.  His peace soothes me.  I am grateful for the One Who embraces me with His promised, precious peace.♥~thl

"Peace I leave with you; My peace I give you.  I do not give to you as the world gives.  Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid."  John 14: 27

Simple and special...

It's an exciting time in the Lorenz home. Micah has arrived for Thanksgiving break. Wassail was just made and is simmering on the stove. Turkey is thawing. Pies will be made tonight. All four of us will finally be together in two more days...plus our precious Boomer and Beethoven! Thank You, God, for the special moments. It is in the most simple times that special memories are made. ♥~thl

Family gratitude...

Family means so much to me...on many levels.  I am grateful that I was born to Charles and Barbara Huffman and grew up in the beautiful Blue Ridge mountains of Virginia.  Add to that four brothers, (two older, two younger), precious relatives and there were many blessings.  A life-long best friend, for over fifty years, is also considered family to us.  It doesn't get any more special than that.

I also grew up in a wonderful Church family.  Dad was worship leader for many years while Mom helped with Sunday school classes and choir.  Precious ministers and families, as well as an incredible youth program, incredible musical talent and Virginia's finest cooks were part of that community.

Moving to Kentucky was one of the most life-changing decisions I ever made.  Several youth from LGCC attended KCU, which brought an additional definition of family.  New friends became brothers and sisters for life...for whom I am very grateful.  Some have gone Home but I know I will see them again.  Others reside all over the USA and world...and it overwhelms me to realize how our family grew so beautifully.

Family also grew to include my sweet husband of thirty years plus two amazing adult children...and two adorable dogs.  My dream of being a wife and mom came true far more than I ever imagined.  We have lived in several communities, including several ministries, and in each one, God has blessed us with precious folks who also became lifelong family. I am amazed.

Family...blood, relatives, friends, church folks and neighbors...are a true gift from God. I am grateful for my Heavenly Father and the amazing gift of family...past, present and future.♥~thl

"But Ruth replied, 'Don't urge me to leave you or to turn back from you.  Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay.  Your people will be my people and your God my God.'"  Ruth 1: 17    

With grateful singing...

My gratitude tonight is for God's amazing gift of music. During our first Christmas choir rehearsal tonight, I thought about this wonderful gift He has given, which will also be in Heaven! I am so thankful for the opportunity to share with other precious people at LCC who work so hard and share their gifts and abilities to worship the Creator of music. Even God sings over us...so the least I can do is lift my voice, my music and my heart to Him! ♥~thl

"Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Praise the Lord." Psalm 150: 6

Grateful strength...

As Thanksgiving week begins, my thoughts consider this year's journey, events and changes.  My utmost gratitude is for God Who continues to love me unconditionally, hold me continually and carry me faithfully as this story unfolds.  Without Him, life would be very different.  With Him, there is strength to press on.  Thank You, God, for Your steadfast love and light.  You are amazing!♥~thl

"I can do everything through Him Who gives me strength."  Philippians 4: 13

So little...so much...

She was a woman of limited means.  Her clothes were worn.  No cosmetics or current hair style were noticed as she first spoke to me. Yet her smile was radiant.   Her manners were obvious as she asked if she was in my way while we shopped.  When I thanked her and assured her that she was not in my way at all, it seemed that I had just handed her gold.  My heart stirred when she explained she was going to make the cookies that her children loved most.  I had no doubt that cookies weren't the only sacrifice she made for her family.

As I made my selection and began to walk away, I wished her a great day and a happy Thanksgiving.  She immediately stopped what she was doing and said, "Thank you, honey.  You have a nice one, too, and Merry Christmas."  That lady never stopped smiling and her eyes were filled with joy.  I walked away with tears in my eyes.

I began thinking.  A lady who didn't even know my name...shared kindness, respect and joy.  A lady who most likely lives a life of challenges...never stopped smiling.  A lady who probably never attended college or claimed a fancy title or position...was exceptionally knowledgeable in how to treat others.  I hope I never forget her smile and sweet spirit. She touched my heart more than she realized.  A lady who had so very little to give...gave so very much. I pray I will learn to reflect Him as beautifully as she did.<3~thl

"Let your gentleness be evident to all.  The Lord is near."  Philippians 4: 5

His starry signature...

As I gaze into the sky each night, I am amazed at the majestic beauty continually over us.  The illuminating moon, the brilliant stars, the wondrous view are there anytime we take time to look up and see them. 

I began thinking.  As breathtaking as the lovely sky is, I am even more moved by the awesomeness of God Whose majesty continually surrounds us.  Whether rolling hills or steep mountains, a bright sunrise or incredible sunset, a flowing river or magnificent ocean, a child's laughter or an elderly life with a hopeful heart, the insurmountable wonders of God's love, purpose, peace and promises encompass us.  We simply need to take the time to look toward Him...and see Him.

May we remember to always look toward the One Who embraces us continually.  He changes our perception for eternity.♥~thl

"Blessed be Your glorious Name, and may it be exalted above all blessing and praise.  You alone are the Lord.  You made the heavens, even the highest heavens, and all their starry hosts, the earth and all that is on it, the seas and all that is in them.  You give life to everything, and the multitudes of heaven worship You." Nehemiah 9: 6

Singing sweetly...

There's a new routine with our precious Boomer and Beethoven.  Just before putting them to bed, I sing a goodnight song to them.  I used to sing to our daughter and son as I tucked them in during their childhood. It seems only right that I sing to our canine children at bedtime, too. 

I don't really understand why they chose their response so quickly.  Yet it is adorable.  Once I begin singing the "night, night" song, they both stand up immediately, put their paws on my shoulders eagerly and kiss my face... thoroughly. I suppose they sense that they are greatly loved and are expressing their affection, too.

I began thinking.  One of my favorite Scriptures refers to God singing over us. I don't know how I would travel this journey of life without His love and hope.  Yet I am touched deeply knowing that the Creator of the universe...the King of Kings and Lords, the Great I Am...sings over me lovingly, tenderly, compassionately, assuredly and delightfully.

May I respond to Him with much love, gratitude and expression immediately, genuinely and consistently.  His Presence on this journey makes a difference...completely.<3~thl

"The Lord your God is with you, He is mighty to save.  He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing."  Zephaniah 3: 17

It matters...

Each moment...matters.
Each hug...matters.
Each encouraging word...matters.
Each kind deed...matters.
Each "I love you"...matters.
Each "How are you?"...matters.
Each smile...matters.
Each tear...matters.
Each life...matters.♥~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.  Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves.  Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others."  Philippians 2: 1>4

He remains...

When I find no answers,
He is all knowing.

When my strength is gone,
He is all powerful.

When my hope is fading,
His Presence is with me.

When I am lost,
His peace remains.

When I am uncertain,
He is truth and light.

When I am searching,
His love remains.

I am immensely grateful.
God is God.  Today. Tomorrow.  Forever.♥~thl

"Oh, the depth of the riches of the wisdom and knowledge of God!  How unsearchable His judgements, and His paths beyond tracing out!  Who has known the mind of the Lord?  Or who has been His counselor?  Who has ever given toGod, that God should repay him?  For from Him and through Him and to Him are all things.  To Him be the glory forever!  Amen.  Romans 11: 33>36

He is...I am...

He is faithful. I am thankful. He is loving. I am loved. He is God. I am His child. He knows my future. I will trust Him. ♥~thl

"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: 37> 39

I miss you, Grandma!

Thirteen years ago yesterday, November 16, 2014, our precious Grandmother went Home. Not a day passes without missing her deeply, loving her dearly and longing to see her again. I know she is happy, healthy and enjoying the presence of God. I love you, Grandma Jenny. Hug Jesus and all of our loved ones there. We will see you soon. ♥~thl

"He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away." Revelation 21: 4

Winter hope...

When I heard the news, I was not happy...at all.  Tonight's weather forecast brought awareness that we remain in brutally cold temperatures for the next week.  Additionally, we may have two to five inches of snow within a couple days!  Yes, it is November.  Yes, it is no longer summer.  Yes, daylight is getting shorter each day.  I understand that.  I also accept that we have different seasons for God's wonderfully designed reasons.  But to see possible snow accumulation in our forecast...was not what I considered a reason to rejoice.

Winter may seem to last forever but it really doesn't.  So I opened up my new 2015 calendar and began counting.  As of Saturday, November 15, there are only 125 more days until spring!  I know.  That sounds very far away.  I am not quite ready to keep a running countdown.  Yet the reminder that spring will come greatly improved my perspective.  It gave me hope.

I began thinking. This life journey is a bit overwhelming at times, too.  We know each moment is a precious gift for which we are grateful.  Yet sometimes those trying seasons are not what we want to endure.  We don't understand or enjoy them.  We would much rather be in a different season. We long for something much better. 

Psalm 108: 4>5 says:  "For great is Your love, higher than the heavens; Your faithfulness reaches to the skies.  Be exalted, O God, above the heavens, and let Your glory be over all the earth."

Hope....wonderful...amazing...blessed hope is always with us!  His love is plentiful and powerful!  His faithfulness is alive and amazing!  His glory is incredible and immeasurable.  He brings us hope...each day, in every circumstance, through His loving Presence, faithfulness and glory! I don't know when the season of this journey will be complete.  I have no countdown to claim.  But I do know that He is with me, holding me and loving me.  I have hope...and that makes all the difference!<3~thl

My Only Audience...

I know that You are faithful.  I know that You are Present.  I know that Your love surrounds me.  I have hope and peace, because of You, my Audience of One.

May my life reflect You faithfully.  May I focus on Your Presence continually.  May I share Your love, hope and peace gently and generously.  May all I do be for You, my Audience of One.♥~thl

"On my bed I remember You; I think of You through the watches of the night.  Because You are my help, I sing in the shadow of Your wings.  My soul clings to You; Your right hand upholds me."  Psalm 63: 6>8

All day, all night...

Dear God~
Thank You for each reminder that You are faithful, loving, powerful and present!  Knowing You hold us each step of this journey makes days brighter and nights lighter.  May our lives continually reflect Your hope, Your peace and Your love.<3~thl

"By day the Lord directs His love, at night His song is with me--a prayer to the God of my life."  Psalm 42: 8

Faithful focus...

Today a sweet, strong, faithful young lady in our community went Home.  She was the mother of two sons and a very loved part of our Church family.  Although I didn't know her well, it didn't take long to notice her genuine, gentle, Christ-like spirit.  She will not be forgotten by family, friends, Church, community or anyone who met her in this life. 

What I will remember most is her faith.  No matter how challenging her battle with cancer became, Brandy never lost her focus on her Heavenly Father.  Her hope, peace and strength were clearly and consistently anchored in Him.

I began thinking.  In the middle of life's relentless struggles, He is with us.  In the middle of life's unexpected twists, turns and tragedies, He is with us.  In the middle of unknown outcomes, unexplainable circumstances and unbearable pain, He is with us.   He knows us.  He loves us.  He cares about us.  He holds us. 

It is easy to become overwhelmed in all the details, disappointments and distractions of this life.  Yet I am even more amazed by His love, grace and mercy.  May I hold onto Him, His Presence, His peace and His purpose as each step of this journey unfolds.  I do not know what my future will bring.  But I am so grateful that I know Who holds me...and my future.  May I focus on Him most! ♥~thl

"Look to the Lord, and His strength; seek His face always."  Psalm 105: 4

He is faithful...

Shown above is an advertisement from our local hospital, featuring our daughter, Rachel.  This ad is featured in this weeks local papers.  The reason I wanted to share it is not just because I am so thrilled for our daughter...but because God alwayas knows what He is doing.  The way He brought Rachel back home to a new job, was nothing less that His miraculous hand at work. 

God is indeed faithful...now and always.  Thank You, God!  Thank you, HMH!  Thank you, Rachel, for listening to His voice.♥~thl

Thank you, Veterans...

To all the Veterans who gave so that we may be free, thank you! A special thanks to my Dad, who served and was even wounded defending our country. May God bless America...and may America bless God. ♥~thl

"Greater love has no one than this, than he lay down his life for his friends. " John 15: 13

A Light Focus...

It's going to be different.  I am determined to keep my focus.  As the catalogs steadily arrive in the mail...as Christmas commercials begin flooding radio and television...as lists are made and projects are met...I want to remember, more than ever, the reason for each day of life...now and always.

For decades, I began listening to Christmas music in September.  It was necessary since I was writing plays or directing choirs or involved in some type of program.  I had to prepare ahead of time so that all would be ready on time.  My focus was in place even before stores were decorated! 

Lately, I have been less involved in preparations.  I sometimes sang in programs but I was no longer responsible for one.  I welcomed a more relaxed schedule while my family and I enjoyed more time together.  I seriously needed the retreat on many levels.  Yet...I missed the early focus.  For daily tasks sometimes interfered with the big picture I had once known so well.  Ironically, the busyness of the days and weeks left me less prepared for the months ahead. 

But this year will be different. I am determined, now more than ever before, to keep the main focus the main focus.  I will prepare ahead of schedule as much as possible.  Yet preparations are not most important.  This year, I want to breathe in love, hope, joy and peace surrounding His love and The Greatest Gift of all!  This year, I want to respond with gratitude, praise and worship.  I want to celebrate each breath, each life, each blessing, each moment.  I know all too well how rapidly life changes.  This year, I want to honor Him...in all and above all.  Whether I am singing, cleaning, cooking, writing, decorating or spending time with Him alone, I want to be present...in His Presence...completely focused.  May His light be found in my home, in the kitchen, in our songs, in our cars, in our church family, in the stores, in our hearts and in our lives.  May the Light of His Love be my focus...each day...for the rest of my journey.♥~thl

"Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you.  See, darkness covers the earth and thick darkness is over the peoples, but the Lord rises upon you and His glory appears over you."  Isaiah 60:  1>2 

Faithful Father...

When I am overwhelmed, You give me peace.
When I am burdened, You give me hope.
When I am weary, You give me strength.
When I am abandoned, You give me love.
When I am searching, You give me purpose.
Thank You, God, for Your love and faithfulness.
You are amazing, precious and true. 
May I be grateful, sincere and faithful...to You.<3~thl

"So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God.  I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with My righteous right hand."  Isaiah 41: 10

Kisses, Hugs and Paws...

Yes, I have always been a horse lover.  From a small child to now, I absolutely love horses.  I love riding them.  I love petting them.  I love watching them.  I love brushing them.  I am, and always will be, a horse lover.

One year ago this month, however, we brought two precious puppies home.  Of course, they are adorable.  Of course, they are precious.  Of course, they are the smartest puppies on the planet.  Of course, they have stolen my heart.  Of course, they now have me wrapped around their large paws. 

Beethoven loves to stand on his back legs and kiss my face with incredible energy.  He did so even more enthusiastically this past week. When I asked what he had done, he looked at me with those precious, innocent eyes.  The next day, I learned that he and his brother had slyly removed my gloves from my coat pocket and chewed on them all night long. I couldn't be upset.  They simply needed a loving reminder of their mom as they slept.  That's my story and I am sticking to it. 

Boomer is also a charmer. If I ask for a hug, he stands up, hugs and kisses me with great devotion.  However, it doesn't take long for him to begin to pat me repeatedly with his front paw.  This means..."Mom, rub behind my ears for awhile."  He continues to reach out with his paw until I do just that.  If he desires more attention, he rolls over on his back and wants his tummy rubbed, too.  He simply needs to know his Mom is always there for him.  My story...sticking to it...again.

I began thinking.  For a horse lover...who also dearly loves our "canine sons," I have learned much.  I am touched by their constant love and devotion.  I am also touched by their total dependence on us.  They are well aware that we love them and will take care of them.  Whether Beethoven is jumping enthusiastically with countless kisses, or Boomer hugs me with immediate "paw requests," they are safe and secure in our love.

I am amazed that the Creator of the Universe, the Great I Am, the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords loves me.  He is always available.  He made me, knows me, cares about me and holds me in His hand.  He will take care of me no matter what life brings.  I depend on Him without hesitation.  When I reach up to Him, I know He is reaching out to me. He listens.  He loves.  He leads.  May I be reminded by our sweet puppies enthusiasm and trust in us...that I should love and trust God even more joyfully with my life.♥~thl

"I call on You, O God, for You will answer me; give ear to me and hear my prayer."  Psalm 17: 6

In harmony...

Dear God~My prayer is simple.  My heart is stirring.  My thoughts are many.  My hope is in You.  May we remember the way You want us to live.♥~thl

"Finally, all of you, live in harmony with one another; be sympathetic, love as brothers, be compassionate and humble." 1 Peter 3: 8

Surrender to Sovereignty...

Dear God~
It's not easy.  For much too long, I tried to repair what was wrong, lacking or broken in life.  Although I was never considered a people-pleaser, I was often given the role of peace-keeper. I took it very seriously.

I realize that's typical for a "middle child."  Yet I also realize that being Your Child is far more precious.  I must give You every concern, every challenge, every question and every situation. May Your purpose and plan for my life matter most of all.

There is hope, peace, joy, strength and trust in You.  May I surrender my all to the One Who is Sovereign over all. I am grateful.  I am learning. I am His.  I am loved.<3~thl

"We wait in hope for the Lord; He is our help and our shield.  In Him our hearts rejoice, for we trust in His holy name.  May Your unfailing love rest upon us, O Lord, even as we put our hope in You."  Psalm 33: 20>22

Stillness and strength...

Now...in this moment...in these crossroads...at this time...in this life season...in silence and in seeking, I simply look, listen and continue loving...the One Who knows me best and loves me most.♥~thl

"I love You, O Lord, my strength.  The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge.  He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold."  Psalm 18: 1>2

Few words, much thought...

Sometimes my words are few while my heart is full. Tonight I simply share this Scripture passage as my sincere prayer and plea. ♥~thl

"May the Lord direct your hearts into God's love and Christ's perseverance." 2 Thessalonians 3 : 5

Royal remembrance...

It happened in our college cafeteria years ago while I was a student.  I remember the conversation well.  In good humor, the discussion turned to who was the "most spiritual" based on family heritage.  One friend immediately said that she belonged in that category because she was a minister's daughter.  Another friend responded that she came from generations of ministers and ministers' wives.  Yet another friend announced that she was the child of missionaries.  Everyone "oooooohed" and "ahhhhed," as the conversation continued.  Just before all options were given, I quietly said...."I think my lineage wins."  Curious expressions now looked at me wondering how I should have any response at all.   I was not the child of a minister or missionary.  "You see, I am a carpenter's daughter," I said with great sincerity.  Everyone smiled and agreed that my answer was quite satisfactory.  When we claim to belong to The Carpenter, it gives reference to the greatest Carpenter Who ever lived.

I know that random conversation was in fun but I have recalled it repeatedly...for countless reasons.  Obviously, there should never be a "most spiritual" category for we all fall short and live imperfect lives.  However, that discussion has made me increasingly consider life journeys.  Sadly, I think we find ourselves placing more emphasis on our actions, acquaintences, achievements and accolades...than we do the Author of Life and the value He brings to our lives.  There is nothing we do...no one we know...no success we claim...and no recognition we earn...that compares to the loving price He paid for us.

I have known very simple, quiet people who never earned any award...yet touched countless lives in amazing ways for God.  I have also known people who announce their every success...yet have no time for hurting, searching, wounded souls. Additionally, I have known folks who obviously touch many lives...with sincerity, authenticity and humility. 

What matters most to me...is that each life is created by a loving, amazing God Who has an incredible purpose and plan for each of His children.  My life is a simple piece of paper...torn, scribbled, faded, crumpled and worn.  By His mercy and grace, He lovingly continues to write my story.  I am grateful He is not finished with me yet. When my life is done, I pray that it will be obvious that He was The Author Who gave my life meaning and worth.  This life was not about me.  It was designed to honor Him.  May He alone be praised.♥~thl

"But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation; a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of Him Who called you out of darkness into His wonderful light."  1 Peter 2: 9
  

An inquiring mind...

It's true.  I am a deep thinker.  I may be very quiet during group discussions and conversations.  But I am definitely thinking.  As long as I can remember, I have been a very analytical thinker.  Thinking before saying or doing something has been much more beneficial than times when I didn't think first. Unfortunately, those were quite plentiful.

I used to think that as I grew older, I would have more answers than questions about  life.  However, time has brought many more questions than answers. Not only am I changing, but the world is changing, life is changing and other people are changing...which brings more questions.  From a very young child who asked "why" more times a day than my parents could answer...to a middle-age wife and mom who still asks why...how...when...where...and what, it's difficult to accept that there will never be answers to all my questions. It's not necessarily wrong to seek answers on this journey.  It's just that there are no guarantees they will always be available. 

Honestly, this year has been challenging for my family on multiple levels.  It wasn't the proverbial "one thing after another" scenario.  It has been continued, multiple concerns and circumstances.  As I tried to analyze and prioritize each situation, I found myself becoming increasingly overwhelmed and frustrated.  Then I read a Scripture passage that greatly changed my perception.

"You will not have to fight this battle.  Take up your positions; stand firm and see the deliverance the Lord will give you, O Judah and Jerusalem.  Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.  Go out to face them tomorrow and the Lord will be with you."  2 Chronicles 20: 17

For much too long, I have focused on analyzing whats, whys, whens and wheres...instead of accepting Who is Present...Who is in control...Who will guide..Who is faithful...Who truly cares...Who is aware of every detail...and Who loves me most. What I must do is trust Him, turn all cares over to Him and face each moment knowing He is holding me in His arms continually. 

Perhaps He will help me find answers occasionally.  Perhaps He will simply remind me that He is the Answer no matter what happens.  Perhaps...well, definitely...He will shake His head and smile as He remembers giving me this inquisitive mind for a reason only He knows. Most of all, I pray that my trust will remain firm and my hope steadfast.  He is always with me and that's something I have no reason to ever question.♥~thl      

Greeting seasons...

Well, it is already on the news.  I knew this day would arrive.   I have prepared my winter closet for the inevitable.  The meteorologists have been discussing the frozen white stuff....the "s" word that rhymes with know.  It is predicted between Friday night and Saturday morning.  Although white is my favorite color...this frozen precipitation is not on my favorite list.  Yes, it is beautiful.  But it only comes in one form...frozen....and that means it will be cold outside.  I am not excited about cold weather....or sNOw. 

However, I cannot control the weather.  Nor can I control the winter season.  In fact, I cannot control any season.  Sure, I have personally wondered why it cannot be spring and summer the entire year. But that's not up to me.  God designed the four seasons for His own wonderful reasons.  I will accept and respect that.  So...I will embrace each season for the beauty and purpose He intended.

I began thinking.  Life brings many seasons, too.  There are seasons of renewal and revival...loss and grief...growth and maturity...confusion and searching...disappointment and discouragement...celebration and excitement...learning and leaning...hoping and believing.  Some seasons are pleasant while others are challenging.  Yet in each season, we have choices. Those choices may not change the circumstances...but they may change how we handle it.  As the years pass, I am learning to simply focus on the One Who holds me through each season. He knows my name, my heart, my life and my purpose.  He loves me and never abandons me.  May I be grateful for His faithfulness...in all seasons...as He leads me Home for the most wonderful season of all.♥~thl

"Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perserverance the race marked out for us.  Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the Author and Perfecter of our faith, Who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.  Consider Him who endured such opposition from sinful men so that you will not grow weary and lose heart." Hebrews 12: 1>3

Daily gifts...

News from my home church in Virginia brought sadness, yet smiles, this week.  One of the sweetest ladies I knew went Home after ninety-seven years on this earth.  She always smiled.  She was a lady of true grace and amazing gentleness.  Although I had not seen her for at least ten years, she influenced my life by her kind, quiet and humble example.  She genuinely loved the Lord and she lived her life consistently for Him. 

As I unloaded the dishwasher today, I noticed a beautiful dish this very sweet lady gave to my husband and me when we married thirty years ago.  I will not see her again until my days on earth are through.  Yet I will certainly be reminded of her precious example each time I use the beautiful dish she shared with us.  I began thinking. 

I wonder what example I will leave behind when my journey is complete.  What "gifts" will I leave this world?  Did my life make a difference?  Most importantly, did I honor Him in obvious, authentic and effective ways?  Does my daily life reflect the One I wish to serve?  Will any life be different because of the journey He placed before me? 

I know our sweet "Mrs. Mary" is enjoying the Presence of God Whom she so beautifully served.  I thank God for her and the gifts she shared for Him.  She was loving, joyful, peaceful, patient, kind, good, faithful, gentle and self-controlled.  (Galations 5: 22>23)  May her precious life remind us that serving Him devotedly makes a difference eternally in the lives of many.♥~thl

"Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for He who promised is faithful.  And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds.  Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another--and all the more as you see the Day approaching."  Hebrews 10: 23>25

Voice lessons...

Although life has been interesting recently, I was ironically more concerned about a "minor" issue than anything else.  It didn't bother me much that I had no voice.  It didn't bother me much that I listened much more than spoke.  It didn't bother me much that I was uncertain about the situation.  What bothered me most...was I could no longer sing.  I could feel music.  I could hear music.  I could play music.  But I could not sing...at all.  Nothing. 

Of course, my voice is not famous.  I am not even close to Kari Jobe, Sandi Patty or any other well-recognized level of talent.  I began singing as a very young child, long before I attended school.  I have been singing ever since.  I sang in choirs.  I sang in groups.  I sang duets.  I sang solos.  I took private voice lessons.  My voice is very soft and very soprano.  It is simple...and nothing special.  But it comes from my heart.  It always has.  It always will.  So being unable to sing has been frustrating and frightening.

Several nights ago, I turned on the music.  As I took a deep breath, I evaluated my vocal ability.  There was improvement, for which I was very grateful.  But...I still couldn't actually sing.  My heart sank.  Thoughts and fears surrounded me.  Then I remembered one of my favorite Scripture passages.

"The Lord your God is with you, He is mighty to save.  He will take great delight in you.  He will quiet you with His love.  He will rejoice over you with singing."  Zephaniah 3: 17

I learned more from that passage than ever before.  I was reminded that He is with me.  Voice or no voice, His Presence is secure.  I was reminded that He is mighty.  With or without my voice, His plan for my life will unfold through His power.  I was reminded that He takes great delight in me.  Me?  Really?  That truth was a bit difficult to swallow.  But I had to accept that no matter what is going on around me or within me, He takes delight in me.  Wow!  Then I read that He will quiet me with His love.  Well, He definitely had the quiet part in place.  But the love part...touched my heart deeply.  Even in...especially in...the most still and searching places, His love is with me!  With or without a voice, God's love for me is personal...precious...and powerful.  Next I read that He will rejoice over me with singing.  I have always loved that part.  I can hardly wait to hear Him singing when I go Home.  Then it occurred to me.  He sings over me daily.  In the gentle mountain breeze, in the sunrise and the sunset, in the ebb and flow of the ocean waves, in the laughter of loved ones, in the music He allows me to hear and play, even in the stillness of the night...He is singing over me...and rejoicing!   Peace rushed over me as I was reminded that it has never been...and never shall be about my voice.  It's always about Him...His love...His plan...His purpose...His peace...His hope...and His voice. That means the most!  Whether I ever sing again was no longer significant.  What matters most is that He is honored and praised! 

Yesterday I turned on music, as I usually do.  I was no longer thinking about my voice.  It was a time to simply listen and enjoy His amazing gift of music.  I heard some soft harmony that doesn't usually happen on that selection...and I soon realized it was...my voice.  It was soft.  It was weak. It is healing.  But I was singing...again!  I am very grateful that He has restored my voice.  Yet I am even more thrilled for the reminder of the Source of music.  May each word I speak or write, each note I sing or play...and each breath I take...truly reflect Him.  May His voice be obvious above all!♥~thl

The same One...

My grandparents, and other relatives who are now gone, have been on my mind and heart so much recently. I really miss them. I am thankful that they worshipped and served the same God then that I do today. Their faith continues to touch my life and I long to see them again someday. Thank You, God, for being the same yesterday, today and tomorrow.♥~thl

"You, O Lord, reign forever; Your throne endures from generation to generation." Lamentations 5: 19

Looking beyond...

Looking around, I see a broken, hurting world.
Looking below, I see an uncertain path.
Looking behind, I see many lessons learned.
Looking within, I see a life unfinished .
Looking forward, I face the unknown.
Looking up, I see His love, hope, peace and promises.
I look to You, God.  You are my strength.♥~thl

"Never again will they hunger; never again will they thirst.  The sun will not beat upon them, nor any scorching heat.  For the Lamb at the center of the throne will be their Shepherd; He will lead them to springs of living water.  And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes."  Revelation 7: 16>17

Holding hope....

While running errands today, I noticed the news being televised.  During those few minutes, shootings, diseases, government issues, finances, war and other major concerns were discussed.  I found myself feeling helpless in a world full of turmoil, threats and tragedies.  I wondered how in this world, literally, a simple, middle-aged wife and mom could ever make any difference...at all.

I began thinking.  I am not a government official.  I am not famous or wealthy.  I have no major influence or superior intelligence.  My abilities and so-called credentials are not sought often nor considered useful.  I live a very quiet life in a very quiet neighborhood.  So what could I possibly offer to a hurting world? 

Well, I definitely believe in hope.  When all else is unknown and uncertain, I know there is One Who brings hope in this life...and what lies beyond our very brief journey here.  I certainly don't have answers to all questions, problems, situations or pain.  I cannot pretend to know what, why, how, when or where everything will be resolved.  But I do know Who cares...Who lives...Who loves...and Who leads me through each moment of every day.  I know He is with us during our deepest lows and magnificent highs.  I know that no matter how average or common or mundane life may seem, He has a purpose for each breath, heartbeat and life. 

Tonight, I simply pray to our Heavenly Father to hold the weary and worn, heal the broken and bleeding, surround the diseased and discouraged and touch each searching life with...hope.  Hope in Him holds me together when life seems to fall apart.  He loves me, this I know.  So when nothing else makes sense, His precious, unending, amazing love brings me...hope.♥~thl

"The Sovereign Lord will wipe away the tears from all faces;  He will remove the disgrace of His people from all the earth.  The Lord has spoken.  In that day they will say, 'Surely this is our God; we trusted in Him, and He saved us.  This is the Lord, we trusted in Him; let us rejoice and be glad in His salvation.'"  Isaiah 25: 8>9

Then and now...

I used to think that my life would go a certain, specific direction.
I used to think that my plans for life were feasible and reasonable.
I used to think that my goals would unfold in perfect timing.
I used to think that I knew exactly what, when and how I would reach those goals.
I used to think that if I simply believed, God would make a way for my goals to happen.
I used to think that my plan was the same as His plan.

Then life happened. 
Life happened very differently than I anticipated.
Life happened in ways I didn't plan.
Life didn't happen the way I planned.
Life unfolded as I never imagined.
Life brought great joys and grueling disappointments.

I don't know how life will unfold.  But He does.
I don't know if my plans are His plans.  But He does.
I don't know if my goals will be met.  But His goals are greater.
I don't  know what, when, where or how His plans will unfold.  But He is able.
I don't know about previous goals anymore.  But I believe Him.
I don't know His specific plans for me.  But I will trust and follow Him.♥~thl

"'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the Lord, 'plans to give you hope and a future.  Then you will call upon Me and come and pray to Me, and I will listen to you.  You will seek Me and find Me when you seek Me with all your heart.'"  Jeremiah 29:  11>13

Beautiful china and antique cookware...

Since childhood, I have loved dishes.  I remember opening oatmeal boxes, as a little girl, to find another beautiful glass dish inside.  I felt I had discovered gold.  Growing older, my love for dishes also grew.  As college graduation neared, Mom took me shopping and asked me to select a set of china.  She worked for a very long time to pay for that incredibly generous and thoughtful graduation gift.  I will always cherish it...not only for its beauty...but for the loving sacrifice she made for me.

During full-time ministry years later, a sweet church lady came to visit.  She knew we were on a tight budget and she was always finding items at yard sales to share with us.  This day was no exception.  She handed me a package that I continue to cherish decades later.  This antique piece of cookware is unlike anything in stores today.  It is simple, old, heavy, not very attracive, and one of my favorite, most useful pieces in the kitchen.

I often look at the beautiful china, which I use for special occasions, and recall the memories and love behind Mom's generous gift.  I often look at the antique cookware our friend shared, which I use almost daily, remembering her kindness and precious love.  The dishes and cookware are very different in purpose, appearance, function and design.  Yet I cherish all of them for they are meaningful, special and gifts representing much love and sacrifice. 

I began thinking.  Each life is unique in purpose, appearance, function and design.  Some of us may be considered very special in one area while others are created for different but significant areas, too.  Yet each life is cherished, loved and valuable to the One Who created us.  While someone may be more publicly and frequently acknowledged in life, another individual is deeply touching lives behind the scenes with no acknowledgement at all.  But God knows.  He sees.  He cares.  He loves.  He has sacrificed much because of His love for each one.  His love isn't based on whether we are beautiful china or faithful old cookware.  He made us with great purpose and an amazing plan.  May we trust and serve Him as our journeys unfold.♥~thl

"'Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, 'Whom shall I send?  And who will go for us?'  And I said, 'Here am I.  Send me.'"  Isaiah 6: 8

Simply prayed...

My words are inadequate. 
My thoughts are deep. 
My heart is stirring. 
My prayers are simple.
My gratitude is sincere.
My questions are many.
My whisper is tender.
My eyes look to Him.

Please, God, hold us close.
Embrace us with Your love.
Surround us with Your peace.
Touch us with Your Presence.
Renew us with Your hope.♥~thl

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

A roof and renewal...

As we prepare our home for the market, we continue working on various projects.  Though others remain, we are pleased to have several projects accomplished.  One of the most recent projects was replacing our roof. 

At twenty-one years old, the former roof was faded and worn. Fortunately, it had not presented problems but its appearance reminded us that it was time for a replacement.  Once the new roof was on, we were amazed at the difference it made in appearance, function and even sound. Our home now looks fresh and new again.

I began thinking.  As the old roof had become worn from continuous storms, rain, hail, ice, snow and sun exposure, our lives often become weary, weakened and worn from life's tumultous journey. We may remain functional.  We may still serve our purpose.  We may have escaped major problems...so far. Let's face it.  This journey is indeed a gift.  Yet storms inevitably arrive.  We grow tired.  We may weaken so gradually that we one day find our lives quite different than what we had intended.  It may be time for renewal, refocus and reinforcement on every level.

When I feel my weakest, I realize I am depending far too much on myself and far too little on the One Who gives strength, hope, love and life.  Ironically, my independence actually weakens me while my dependence on Him strengthens me.  When I reach out to the One who holds me, loves me, forgives me and guides me, life seems safe, secure and surrounded with peace. 

Now when storms arrive and winter's chill looms near, our new roof seems ready and able to withstand the challenges.  What joy and assurance I find knowing that being in His loving arms brings precious hope and strength found nowhere else.  May I wait for Him, trust in Him and never lose sight that He loves me...anyway.<3~thl

"I am still 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

Weak but strong...

In our weakness,
He is strong.
He is loving.
He is understanding.
He is patient.
He is faithful.
He is present.
He is compassionate.
He is our hope!
Thank You, God, for never walking away from me, even when...especially when...I am weak.♥~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

Love lost...

Dear God~
My heart aches for the present tragedies in our world.  Watching the news reminds me of many external concerns and I seek Your hope, peace and guidance for each of them.

But my heart also aches very deeply for another daily, senseless tragedy.  It is widespread.  It is wounding.  It is destructive.  It is deadly.  It is excruciating.  When did we forget about loving one another?  When did it become acceptable to hurt one another, neglect one another, abandon one another, not care about one another, accuse one another and slander one another?  How shocking when it happens often among people who should care about one another most.

Dear God, please help us to love one another...genuinely, unselfishly, consistently....again.♥~thl

"Love is patient, love is kind.  It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.  It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. And now these three remain:  faith, hope and love.  But the greatest of these is love."  1 Corinthians 13:  4>7, 13

Only God...

Only You know, God, why things happen as they do.
Only You understand, God, when we face these sudden blows.
Only You see, God, what's deep within our hearts.
Only You heal, God, what is broken and undone.
Only You, God, bring hope and peace.
Only You, God, surround us with such precious love.♥~thl

"The Lord is a refuge for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble.  Those who know Your name will trust in You, for You, Lord, have never forsaken those who seek You."  Psalm 9: 9>10

No words...

Words are not always enough
On this unknown path. 
What we see, hear, feel and know
May rob us of our very breath.
We wonder, we pray, we ask and search.
We plead to Him for peace and hope
When words and strength are gone.

Thank You, God, for hearing us
When we cannot speak or breathe.
You know our hidden thoughts.
You see unfallen tears.
You listen to our hearts and minds.
You hold us close and love us still.
You are our hope, our peace, our strength.♥~thl

"In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness.  We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit Himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express.  And He Who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints in accordance with God's will."  Romans 8:  26>27

Gently used...

During a conversation with a music minister friend, we both agreed that we can listen to a very brief segment of a song and quickly realize its potential or effectiveness.  It doesn't take long to know the feel of the song through rhythm, lyrics, dynamics and other factors.  As a vocalist, instrumentalist, director and composer, I find learning a new song is much like meeting a new person.  A first impression goes a very long way.

It happens daily to many of us.  Whether listening to radio, internet or other sources, we hear a song and immediately decide to continue listening or pursue other options.  It doesn't take long to determine our preference.

I began thinking.  If we are that decisive about music, I wonder if we are as aware of our influence in others' lives...and others' influence in ours.  It doesn't take long to acknowledge whether an individual is someone with whom we can relate, connect or share our lives. We notice their attitude, actions, approach...and even appearance. What makes or breaks a first impression? 

Of course, there are factors to consider such as respect or disrespect, interest or disinterest, connection or disconnection, manners or lack of manners.  There is one trait that truly impresses me.  I sincerely hope that it is a trait I will learn to exhibit more each day, as well. 

I am very impressed with gentleness.  When someone promotes gentleness, it speaks volumes about their life in general.  Gentleness represents honor, delicacy, mildness, tenderness and nobleness.  I also notice respect, consideration, selflessness, kindness and patience in such a person.  Gentleness doesn't push people away.  It promotes comfort, peace and value toward another's life. What a difference it would make if we shared more gentleness in this world.

Gentleness is mentioned in very obviously in Scripture.  Philippians 4: 5 says:  "Let your gentleness be evident to all.  The Lord is near." 

Not to a few.  Not to some.  Not to those we like more than others.  All.  We are told to let our gentleness be evident to all...everyone...everywhere!  In the checkout.  Rush hour traffic.  Families.  Friends. Strangers.  Annoying people.  Gentleness.  To all.  It is important that the following sentence mentions that the Lord is near!  He is with us.  He sees.  He hears.  He knows.  He cares.  He loves.  He is to be honored by our words and deeds.  Gentleness...to all...is very important to Him!  May we speak...gentleness.  May we share...gentleness.  May we live...gentleness.  May our first impression reflect Him...the One Who loves us...with amazing, precious gentleness.♥~thl   

Heart protection...

It was a fun conversation.  Our family recently began sharing dreams, possibilities and hopes for our future.  Although nothing is definite, we found it very interesting that three of us have considered graduate degrees!  I commented that it would so ironic if we all graduated the same day!  I can't imagine how we would handle that but what a great story for our children and grandchildren to share. 

Although I already have a few undergraduate degrees, one additional degree continues to earn endless credits on my own journey.  My "University of Hard Knocks" degree never seems to end in major life lessons...in all kinds of circumstances.

For example, long ago, I used to think everyone could be trusted.  I was certain that no one meant any harm to another and everyone was who they appeared to be.  It certainly didn't take long to learn otherwise.  After that lesson was confirmed repeatedly, I began to consider the possibility that no one could be trusted.  Perhaps no one was reallly what they seemed to be, either.  It didn't take long to learn that this option was unfair to precious folks who consistently deserved and earned my trust.  Through many experiences over the years, I have increasingly learned about trust, forgiveness, wisdom and discernment. 

One of the greatest lessons I have learned in this "University of Hard Knocks" is to guard my heart.  That's a tough lesson.  Guarding involves watching, protecting, overseeing, defending or securing from danger.  Over the years, I have been recognized, criticized and even ostracized for being an "overly protective" mom. But those opinions mean nothing to me.  For I will protect what matters most to me and that certainly means my dear children and loved ones! 

As I have and shall fiercely protect those I love, God wants us to guard our hearts...the hearts He created...and loves so dearly.  He knows there are countless ways our hearts may be broken, distracted, deceived or destroyed.  He realizes there are people like me that sometimes have to learn lessons the hard way.  Yet He loves us enough to remind us...to guard our hearts...above all else.  It's not a perfect world.  It's not an easy journey.  Oh, how I long for the day when our hearts know nothing but His loving, safe, eternal Presence.  Until then....it is my prayer to keep my eyes on the One Who truly loves me and waits to welcome me Home.♥~thl

"Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life."  Proverbs 4: 23

Moments...

In storms of night,
In days of pain,
In twists and turns
This journey brings,
In moments when my 
Heart is torn,
In times when the
Road is worn,
When life is tough for those I love,
When answers are beyond my touch,

Dear God, I raise my hands to You.

You see.
You listen.
You care.
You hold.
You give.
You promise.
You love.
I lean.
I learn.
I listen.
I trust
As you lead me Home.
♥~thl
Isaiah 26 : 3

Missing something...

I definitely made a mistake.  With fall upon us, I recently decided to make a carrot cake for my family.  This would not include cake mix and tub of frosting.  This would be the real deal.  I would grate carrots, make the entire cake "from scratch," (as we say in the south) and make my own cream cheese frosting.  I love to cook and probably have made hundreds and hundreds of cakes over my lifetime.  Most of my efforts turn out decently.  No one has become ill yet, thankfully.  But since my debut in the kitchen as a young child, there have been some occasional "memorable experiences."  This was one of them.

It was a simple recipe.  Yet the batter didn't look right when I poured it into the pan.  As it baked, my concern grew.  Removing it from the oven, I realized what I had done, or in this case, not done.  Something was missing.  During a busy day, with much on my mind,  while rushing and multi-tasking, I forgot to add a very important ingredient.  There was no flour in this cake.  A cake without flour...is like a shower without water.  It doesn't work. 

I had a choice.  I could be defeated...or determined.  I could get discouraged or I could try again.  Within a couple hours, a warm carrot cake sat in my kitchen...with all the ingredients included.  As the cake cooled, I made the cream cheese frosting and began thinking.

Isn't life like this?  We have goals, plans, dreams and hopes...yet we find that something is lacking.  Life isn't turning out like we anticipated.  Maybe we feel empty.  Alone.  Insignificant.  Not good enough.  Rejected.  Complicated.  Hurt.  Unwanted. Discarded.  Perhaps we have worked all our life to make a difference.  But it doesn't even matter.  Maybe what we thought was real...wasn't.  Maybe who we thought mattered...doesn't think we matter.  Maybe...our beliefs crumbled.  Maybe we simply don't know what...or who...or how...to believe...anymore. 

In a world of disappointment, discouragement, disease and death, we may feel something is missing. We become weary and worn.  We wonder what is true and trustworthy.  We search for meaning on a beautiful yet often burdened journey. 

I am so thankful that when nothing else makes sense, He still loves me.  I rejoice that when I am empty and spent, He loves me.  I am grateful that when my efforts are insufficient, He loves me.  I thank God that when something is missing...His love remains. His love holds me, sustains me and strengthens me.  Because of Him, I am not defeated...but determined.  I will hold onto Him each moment as His love carries me closer Home each day.♥~thl

"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: 37>39

Memories of music...

My college years brought countless memories.  New friends.  New opportunities.  New classes.  New majors.  New life lessons. New beginnings.  New experiences.

Little did I know how auditioning for concert choir would greatly influence the remainder of my life.  Rehearsals.  Musicals.  Committees.  Tours.  Private voice lessons.  Theory.  For the rest of my college career, music shaped my life deeper and deeper.  Loving music since my earliest years,  singing and playing were always a part of me.  Now God had opened more doors for me to learn, grow and appreciate His beautiful creation of music. 

Musical memories also include moments in the dorm.  Devotion times were special during week nights.  And they usually began or ended with music.  I can still hear the beautiful harmony of those sweet, young voices praising God at night.  I can still see us sitting in the lounges sharing our hearts, tears, laughter and voices.  I can still remember His incredible Presence as we learned, loved and lived in those halls for that short time.

And I can still remember one of the most beautiful, yet simple, songs we sang together as if it happened yesterday.  The words were based on a verse from Psalms. We even divided the song up into a "round" which flowed softly and sweetly among those precious voices.  I have never forgotten the faces of those friends or the ways we blended our hearts and lives together at that time and place.

Oh, how I long for that song...that message...that opportunity...that truth...to grow...and flourish...more each day.  Of all the beautiful, countless, amazing songs I learned during those college years, the message in this one seems needed, now more than ever, wherever we go.  Dear God~May Your love be shared and shown through us...in unity.♥~thl

"How good and pleasant it is when brothers live together in unity!"  Psalm 133: 1

Honey habits...

It is no secret to my family and close friends that I am always searching for local, raw honey.  It is a wonderful, natural and sweet God-given gift.  Yet, not only is it delicious, but it also includes health benefits.  A moderate portion of honey is now part of my daily routine.

I began thinking about a beautiful Scripture passage.  Proverbs 16: 24 says, "Pleasant words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones."

Personally, I remember how pleasant words from someone, at just the right time, have made a tremendous difference in my life.  It didn't require too many words.  It didn't require fancy speeches.  Someone simply cared and shared kindness.  Those words changed so much in a very brief time.   I had no doubt that it happened by, what I call, a "nod from God." 

As a very small amount of delicious honey brings positive benefits into my life, I pray that we will take time to speak pleasant words to others.  Encouragement, compassion, sincerity and genuine concern may touch lives more than we will ever realize.  It's worth each moment to them...and to Him.♥~thl
    

Mud and more...

Words are difficult to find right now.  The day began beautifully with reasons to celebrate and  blessings to count.  By the end of the day, I was literally covered with mud...and feeling less than successful on many levels. 

Most of us have had days like that.  It's no secret that this journey is unpredictable...and yes, even unfair.  I choose to thank God for loving me...anyway.  Whether I am counting blessings or covered with mud, He still cares.  He still claims me.  He still holds me.  He still loves me.  He doesn't turn away.  That truth makes all the difference in this life...including days like today.  I am grateful.♥~thl

"Look to the Lord and His strength; seek His face always."  Psalm 105: 4  

Homesick...

Each day reminds me that this world truly is not my home. This journey is absolutely beautiful, purposeful and meaningful. But I know I am not Home...yet. As my steps... scrapes...falls...failures...hopes...dreams...longings...and life...continue, I learn to lean on Him more and more. He has never given up on me. He loves me...anyway. He always cares. I am amazed as He guides me Home.♡~thl

"Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness. I say to myself, 'The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for Him.'" Lamentations 3: 22> 24