Sometimes I wonder how many people I have met in this lifetime. Since I am no celebrity, I realize it is not a tremendous number. Yet when I consider all the folks I met growing up in Virginia, plus others I met during college years, ministry years, multiple residences, places of worship, tours, jobs and opportunities, I cannot imagine how many precious lives have crossed my path.
Obviously, countless people have influenced my life. Some were quiet. Some were not. Some were young. Some were young at heart. Some were at peace. Some had no peace. Some were kind. Some craved kindness. Some were trustworthy. Some built patience. Some were incredibly authentic. Some required great caution.
A lady once told me, "Honey, what you see is what you get." I repeatedly told her over the years how much I appreciated her honesty. I added that I would much rather have someone be respectfully direct with me...than to smile in my face while stabbing me in the back. Unfortunately, the smiling/stabbing strategy has brought incredible pain and destruction into many lives...including mine.
Things are not always what they seem. People do not always live consistently. In fact, only One perfect life walked this earth. Sadly, it is necessary to guard our hearts, minds and lives.
Yet I am very grateful that I know God is Who He says He is. His love is authentic. He is the same today as He was yesterday and will be tomorrow. Knowing His loving Presence surrounds me no matter where I go, who I meet or what happens around me or within me, gives me every reason to hold onto hope....and Him...always.♥~thl
"There is no one like You, O Lord, and there is no God but You, as we have heard with our own ears." 1 Chronicles 17: 20
Friday, January 31, 2014
Thanking Him...for them...
Thursday, January 30, 2014
A better perspective...
Please don't be mistaken. Patience is a trait I usually handle well. (Of course, there are many other traits requiring much work.) I don't tolerate outbursts of anger or frustration well. But for some reason, I have recently found myself imagining a scene of which I am not proud.
When the weather forecast appears on the television, computer or my phone, I want to scream or throw something at the screen. I know...not ladylike at all. It's certainly not attractive nor a good example. Yet it seems winter has been pounding us for at least eighteen months straight. Ok...maybe more like three months...but it sure seems like eighteen.
Additionally, I have not been able to leave the house this week, which brings a major case of cabin fever. There has been an abundance of sad news recently. And....my shopping lists grow continually.
Then I remember there are countless people facing much worse circumstances....with no place to call home, harsh weather elements to battle daily...and no means to shop for wants or needs. I am suddenly reminded that I am far more blessed than burdened. What annoys me is so trivial compared to the desperate needs of others.
Becoming more grateful...hopeful...and prayerful would bring a balanced perspective. Of course, each life holds genuine concerns, wounds, burdens and uncertainties, which should never be minimized. Yet God's loving Presence brings great hope and strength. May I seek Him most of all.♥~thl
"Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer." Romans 12: 12
When the weather forecast appears on the television, computer or my phone, I want to scream or throw something at the screen. I know...not ladylike at all. It's certainly not attractive nor a good example. Yet it seems winter has been pounding us for at least eighteen months straight. Ok...maybe more like three months...but it sure seems like eighteen.
Additionally, I have not been able to leave the house this week, which brings a major case of cabin fever. There has been an abundance of sad news recently. And....my shopping lists grow continually.
Then I remember there are countless people facing much worse circumstances....with no place to call home, harsh weather elements to battle daily...and no means to shop for wants or needs. I am suddenly reminded that I am far more blessed than burdened. What annoys me is so trivial compared to the desperate needs of others.
Becoming more grateful...hopeful...and prayerful would bring a balanced perspective. Of course, each life holds genuine concerns, wounds, burdens and uncertainties, which should never be minimized. Yet God's loving Presence brings great hope and strength. May I seek Him most of all.♥~thl
"Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer." Romans 12: 12
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Mannerly speaking...
Growing up in the South, I heard many expressions (aka "southernisms") which shared great truth. As a child, I didn't understand one in particular. However, it certainly became more clear as I grew older. Decades later and now a middle-aged adult, I believe we could still learn from it. It simply said "You catch a lot more flies with honey than vinegar." In other words, you will deal with people, and life, more effectively with kindness instead of rudeness.
Oh, how I wish we would grasp that truth more. As a child, manners were encouraged at home, Church and school. On the job, it was always professional and courteous...to use proper manners with customers and co-workers. As parents, we consistently taught our children to use good manners.
Unfortunately, it is much too common to witness rudeness in behavior, speech and how people treat one another publicly. Manners are often the exception instead of the routine.
I am convinced, however, that hope remains. I have had doors opened for me repeatedly. One young man, standing in line behind me, stepped up to the checkout and helped load my order back in the shopping cart. I am always pleased when others speak with "yes ma'am, no sir, thank you and please."
Manners are very important, though not just because I am a southern gal. Manners show respect, kindness and consideration. I wonder what a difference it would make in this world if we consistently honored others. What an incredible way to honor Him...Who loves us most.♥~thl
"Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves." Romans 12: 10
Oh, how I wish we would grasp that truth more. As a child, manners were encouraged at home, Church and school. On the job, it was always professional and courteous...to use proper manners with customers and co-workers. As parents, we consistently taught our children to use good manners.
Unfortunately, it is much too common to witness rudeness in behavior, speech and how people treat one another publicly. Manners are often the exception instead of the routine.
I am convinced, however, that hope remains. I have had doors opened for me repeatedly. One young man, standing in line behind me, stepped up to the checkout and helped load my order back in the shopping cart. I am always pleased when others speak with "yes ma'am, no sir, thank you and please."
Manners are very important, though not just because I am a southern gal. Manners show respect, kindness and consideration. I wonder what a difference it would make in this world if we consistently honored others. What an incredible way to honor Him...Who loves us most.♥~thl
"Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves." Romans 12: 10
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Strength and Power...
For a very patient person, this is one area I find most frustrating. There are things to do, places to go, lists to delete, people to call and plans to make. There are goals for winter, spring, summer and fall. This winter's list includes additional special projects, making it more lengthy.
Then winter weather arrives...and stays...and stays...and stays some more. Just when it seems there is a break in the brutally cold, snowy weather, another round arrives.
Additional surprises appear with sinus headaches, repeated migraines, asthma challenges and...a virus that knocks me flat on my back for days. My frustration grows.
Of course, life happens. Winter happens. Illness happens. That is no surprise. But what really frustrates me...is being unable to meet challenges. I apologize repeatedly to my precious husband who stayed home from work, walked the dogs, took out the garbage, ran the errands, accepted kitchen duty and took care of me. I don't like being...weak. I want to be strong...continually, consistently, completely.
Tonight I read a Scripture passage that rapidly adjusts my perspective.
"Finally, be strong in the Lord and in His mighty power." Ephesians 6: 10
Ohhhh. That's quite different than my version of being strong...independently able...accomplished and strategically focused. What really matters in this life is not how many projects I completed...nor how smoothly my schedule ran...nor how strong my body was each day. What matters most is that I focused on Him...His strength...His plan...His purpose...His power and His peace. For if my life is all about Him, it cannot be focused upon me. May I praise Him consistently, surrender to Him completely and follow Him continually. That's a life I can certainly enjoy.♥~thl
Then winter weather arrives...and stays...and stays...and stays some more. Just when it seems there is a break in the brutally cold, snowy weather, another round arrives.
Additional surprises appear with sinus headaches, repeated migraines, asthma challenges and...a virus that knocks me flat on my back for days. My frustration grows.
Of course, life happens. Winter happens. Illness happens. That is no surprise. But what really frustrates me...is being unable to meet challenges. I apologize repeatedly to my precious husband who stayed home from work, walked the dogs, took out the garbage, ran the errands, accepted kitchen duty and took care of me. I don't like being...weak. I want to be strong...continually, consistently, completely.
Tonight I read a Scripture passage that rapidly adjusts my perspective.
"Finally, be strong in the Lord and in His mighty power." Ephesians 6: 10
Ohhhh. That's quite different than my version of being strong...independently able...accomplished and strategically focused. What really matters in this life is not how many projects I completed...nor how smoothly my schedule ran...nor how strong my body was each day. What matters most is that I focused on Him...His strength...His plan...His purpose...His power and His peace. For if my life is all about Him, it cannot be focused upon me. May I praise Him consistently, surrender to Him completely and follow Him continually. That's a life I can certainly enjoy.♥~thl
Monday, January 27, 2014
Peace...
As another week unfolds...as more winter weather approaches...as twists and turns of life continue...I am grateful for certain peace in an uncertain world. May my focus, my purpose, my hope and my trust always be in Him.♥~thl
"You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in You. Trust in the Lord forever, for the Lord, the Lord, is the Rock eternal." Isaiah 26: 3>4
"You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in You. Trust in the Lord forever, for the Lord, the Lord, is the Rock eternal." Isaiah 26: 3>4
Finally....a new family...
Thank You, God, for our new family at Leesburg Christian Church! My heart stirred for a very long time to "belong" there. While participating in the Christmas musical, it seemed those dear folks immediately embraced us with love, laughter and Your light. When Sammy mentioned my favorite Scripture verse tonight, I felt Your Presence and peace even more. Thank You for the precious LCC family. You shine brightly through them...and their love for You is so genuine. You are amazing!♥~thl
Proverbs 3: 5>6
Proverbs 3: 5>6
Friday, January 24, 2014
Six Word Life...
Several years ago, we attended a Church service that challenged us to summarize our individual lives in six words. I never forgot that challenge and for quite some time, I tried to put the purpose of my life in such a brief perspective. Yet as I consider past seasons, this present season and seasons I see on the horizon, my life seems more simply focused than ever before.
When all is said and done, I hope and pray my life represented the following six-words:
"Love God. Live Loving. Love Living."
May I cherish Him, His love and the gift of life each moment He allows me on this journey.♥~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
When all is said and done, I hope and pray my life represented the following six-words:
"Love God. Live Loving. Love Living."
May I cherish Him, His love and the gift of life each moment He allows me on this journey.♥~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
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Each heart matters...
It is not easy to recall. To this day, I cannot bear to see it happen to anyone.
During a group trip, young people and sponsors enjoyed the sunny, warm day. Activities included hiking, a picnic, frisbee, free time and lots of fellowship. Laughter, music, clapping and conversations filled the air.
As the crowd gathered for a meal, several teenage gals stayed behind. Before anyone noticed, they circled a younger gal and began mocking her, making fun of her, criticizing her and threatening her. She was trapped, frightened, hurt and alone. No one else noticed the bullying incident. No one missed her presence. No one came to find her. No one realized the torment she endured. While laughter continued around picnic tables, a life was hurting deeply. While food was consumed, a heart was broken. When the younger gal was released, she felt too ashamed and sad to join the crowd. Instead she ran to the bus and stayed until it was time to leave. No one noticed. No one asked. In the middle of multiple activities, a soul was shattering and no one seemed to care.
Sadly, this story reminds me of too many scenarios today. It happens in schools...in workplaces...in families. In the busyness of life, broken lives go unnoticed. Neglect, cliques, bullying, politics and favoritism slowly isolate and destroy lives of people who simply want to belong and be loved. Tragically, it even happens in some places where people claim His Name. It should happen nowhere. It should never happen within a family of believers. Yet it does.
May we realize the weight of our words...the influence of our choices...and the extent of our example...wherever we live, study, gather, work or worship. A life may depend on it. By the way, I was the younger gal circled by the others. It was also a special outreach church trip. Thank God, countless other trips never included such an experience. But that day, He held me close, wiped my tears and taught me even more about breaking hearts. May we remember to love, look, listen and live knowing each heart matters to Him.♥~thl
"Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse. Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn. Live in harmony with one another. Do not be proud, but be willing to associate with people of low position. Do not be conceited." Romans 12: 14>16
During a group trip, young people and sponsors enjoyed the sunny, warm day. Activities included hiking, a picnic, frisbee, free time and lots of fellowship. Laughter, music, clapping and conversations filled the air.
As the crowd gathered for a meal, several teenage gals stayed behind. Before anyone noticed, they circled a younger gal and began mocking her, making fun of her, criticizing her and threatening her. She was trapped, frightened, hurt and alone. No one else noticed the bullying incident. No one missed her presence. No one came to find her. No one realized the torment she endured. While laughter continued around picnic tables, a life was hurting deeply. While food was consumed, a heart was broken. When the younger gal was released, she felt too ashamed and sad to join the crowd. Instead she ran to the bus and stayed until it was time to leave. No one noticed. No one asked. In the middle of multiple activities, a soul was shattering and no one seemed to care.
Sadly, this story reminds me of too many scenarios today. It happens in schools...in workplaces...in families. In the busyness of life, broken lives go unnoticed. Neglect, cliques, bullying, politics and favoritism slowly isolate and destroy lives of people who simply want to belong and be loved. Tragically, it even happens in some places where people claim His Name. It should happen nowhere. It should never happen within a family of believers. Yet it does.
May we realize the weight of our words...the influence of our choices...and the extent of our example...wherever we live, study, gather, work or worship. A life may depend on it. By the way, I was the younger gal circled by the others. It was also a special outreach church trip. Thank God, countless other trips never included such an experience. But that day, He held me close, wiped my tears and taught me even more about breaking hearts. May we remember to love, look, listen and live knowing each heart matters to Him.♥~thl
"Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse. Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn. Live in harmony with one another. Do not be proud, but be willing to associate with people of low position. Do not be conceited." Romans 12: 14>16
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Silent or spoken...
Be silent or let thy words be worth more than silence.” (Pythagorus)
It was a challenge. The day of my precious Grandmother's funeral was very difficult and complicated. She was a dear lady whose love touched each person she met. Oh, how I loved her stories of years past...her sense of humor...and her incredible wisdom. The time had arrived to bid farewell as a hole sliced through my heart, leaving me numb and broken.
I don't remember much about the service or people's comments during visitation. Yet one memory is vivid. My lifetime best friend sat beside me for awhile...saying nothing. She didn't repeat all too familiar cliches. She didn't analyze, criticize or rationalize. She simply cared...silently. As tears occasionally streamed down my face, she squeezed my arm or handed me tissues but her silence meant the most. Words were not as effective as her presence, friendship and love. I have never forgotten her precious silence.
Sometimes spoken words touch our hearts deeply. Sometimes silence touches our hearts even more effectively. As years pass in my life, I have learned the importance of spoken words...and that which is left unspoken. I have learned that once words are spoken, they cannot be withdrawn. I have been on the receiving end of cruel words which destroyed and tore lives apart.. I have also been drawn to others who wisely chose silence...which promoted healing. It has always inspired me that even Jesus knew when it was best to speak...or not.
May I speak only if it honors, serves and glorifies Him more than silence.♥~thl
..."a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak"... Ecclesiastes 3: 7
It was a challenge. The day of my precious Grandmother's funeral was very difficult and complicated. She was a dear lady whose love touched each person she met. Oh, how I loved her stories of years past...her sense of humor...and her incredible wisdom. The time had arrived to bid farewell as a hole sliced through my heart, leaving me numb and broken.
I don't remember much about the service or people's comments during visitation. Yet one memory is vivid. My lifetime best friend sat beside me for awhile...saying nothing. She didn't repeat all too familiar cliches. She didn't analyze, criticize or rationalize. She simply cared...silently. As tears occasionally streamed down my face, she squeezed my arm or handed me tissues but her silence meant the most. Words were not as effective as her presence, friendship and love. I have never forgotten her precious silence.
Sometimes spoken words touch our hearts deeply. Sometimes silence touches our hearts even more effectively. As years pass in my life, I have learned the importance of spoken words...and that which is left unspoken. I have learned that once words are spoken, they cannot be withdrawn. I have been on the receiving end of cruel words which destroyed and tore lives apart.. I have also been drawn to others who wisely chose silence...which promoted healing. It has always inspired me that even Jesus knew when it was best to speak...or not.
May I speak only if it honors, serves and glorifies Him more than silence.♥~thl
..."a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak"... Ecclesiastes 3: 7
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Direction and Reflection...
I can still hear the same question asked repeatedly. "What do you want to be when you grow up, Terri?" If memory serves correctly, I usually put my head down and shyly responded...a wife, mom, nurse, teacher, singer, pianist, writer, horseback rider, etc.. Answers varied daily, of course, as a child. Several years later, I really wanted to be in a rock band. Of course, the career dream soon became, and remained, a crisis/trauma counselor.
Now I consider that question quite differently. When all is said and done, what do I hope was accomplished in my life? The older I get, the more I realize my greatest hopes and dreams don't even involve a career choice. I pray that I made a difference for Him by caring about people. That's it. Plain and simple. I hope that loving and listening to others helped them see Him more clearly. It won't matter how many degrees I earned...or what house I left behind...or number of awards or accolades received. What matters is how I served Him by caring about others.
When I think about who has influenced my life most, it always involves someone who simply...cared...listened...loved...prayed...hoped and encouraged. It was someone who walked beside me in both great times and tough times...and who never, ever walked away. It was someone who showed compassion...consistently...just like our faithful God.
The old adage remains true. "People don't care what you know until they know that you care." May I find some way to care each day...just as He cares each day for me.♥~thl
"...I will restore them because I have compassion on them...." Zechariah 10: 6
Now I consider that question quite differently. When all is said and done, what do I hope was accomplished in my life? The older I get, the more I realize my greatest hopes and dreams don't even involve a career choice. I pray that I made a difference for Him by caring about people. That's it. Plain and simple. I hope that loving and listening to others helped them see Him more clearly. It won't matter how many degrees I earned...or what house I left behind...or number of awards or accolades received. What matters is how I served Him by caring about others.
When I think about who has influenced my life most, it always involves someone who simply...cared...listened...loved...prayed...hoped and encouraged. It was someone who walked beside me in both great times and tough times...and who never, ever walked away. It was someone who showed compassion...consistently...just like our faithful God.
The old adage remains true. "People don't care what you know until they know that you care." May I find some way to care each day...just as He cares each day for me.♥~thl
"...I will restore them because I have compassion on them...." Zechariah 10: 6
Monday, January 20, 2014
Spoken and unspoken...
I admit it. I struggle with shyness. Some may find that surprising. Others who know me best realize this vast truth. If I am comfortable around someone, it is much easier to communicate with them. Yet in a crowd or an uncomfortable situation, I tend to remain very reserved. However, shyness has its benefits.
It is much easier to listen to the thoughts and hearts of others when we are quiet. We learn so much more that way. I have also found that what is spoken...and unspoken...are both very important.
More times than not, I find myself at a loss for words when I pray. I know He loves me. I know He is our Father Who wants us to talk with Him about anything and everything. As a parent, I realize what it means when our adult children share their deepest thoughts and feeling with us. Yet I am amazed that the Creator...the Great I Am...the Alpha and Omega...the King of Kings...is available and accessible to..me...simple, ordinary...me. What should I say? How should I say it? Is it respectful enough? Honorable enough? Too selfish? Too worldly? Too shameful? Too doubtful? Too ungrateful? Too...average?
Being shy around people is indeed challenging. Being shy with God...very difficult. Of course, He knows what I think, feel and do. But approaching Him...quickly reveals my inadequacies, imperfections and inconsistencies.
How amazing that God knew we would sometimes struggle to communicate with Him. Whether too shy, very ashamed, greatly afraid or absolutely amazed, there is a way for us to reach out to Him. He loves us that much. He loves us and listens to what is spoken...and unspoken...anyway. I am grateful beyond words, which I am certain He already knows.♥~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
It is much easier to listen to the thoughts and hearts of others when we are quiet. We learn so much more that way. I have also found that what is spoken...and unspoken...are both very important.
More times than not, I find myself at a loss for words when I pray. I know He loves me. I know He is our Father Who wants us to talk with Him about anything and everything. As a parent, I realize what it means when our adult children share their deepest thoughts and feeling with us. Yet I am amazed that the Creator...the Great I Am...the Alpha and Omega...the King of Kings...is available and accessible to..me...simple, ordinary...me. What should I say? How should I say it? Is it respectful enough? Honorable enough? Too selfish? Too worldly? Too shameful? Too doubtful? Too ungrateful? Too...average?
Being shy around people is indeed challenging. Being shy with God...very difficult. Of course, He knows what I think, feel and do. But approaching Him...quickly reveals my inadequacies, imperfections and inconsistencies.
How amazing that God knew we would sometimes struggle to communicate with Him. Whether too shy, very ashamed, greatly afraid or absolutely amazed, there is a way for us to reach out to Him. He loves us that much. He loves us and listens to what is spoken...and unspoken...anyway. I am grateful beyond words, which I am certain He already knows.♥~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
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Strolling and Singing...
It is no secret that I will always love horses. I must admit, however, that our precious puppies have stolen my heart. Boomer and Beethoven have changed our family tremendously. We continually laugh and tell stories of their daily experiences. They have taught us that midnight walks in the moonlight are refreshing and enjoyable. They have helped our patience grow when they exhibit stubborn wills. They have given us more "security" as they guard our home with their astonishing growls. :)
More than anything, they have melted our hearts with their love. Even on challenging days, they place their gigantic paws on my shoulders, lick my entire face until it meets their standards of approval, then hug me for what seems like very long puppy time. My whole world suddenly seems brighter, better and blessed. I don't have to look my best, feel the greatest or even wear a superficial smile for them to love me, hug me and let me know they are thrilled to have me as their "Momma."
I began thinking. If our "sweet boys" touch our lives that much with adorable "puppy love," how much greater it is to remember and embrace God's incredible faithfulness and love for us! Whatever happens in our lives, He holds us with strength, hope, security and peace only He can provide.
When I walk our puppies alone, I often sing to them. They haven't begun howling yet, thankfully. They actually seem more calm and content with music as we stroll over the countryside. I am thankful for the beautiful reminder that God sings to us, too! May I listen as His love comforts and satisfies my soul. May I always share my deepest gratitude because He is my Heavenly Father.♥~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
More than anything, they have melted our hearts with their love. Even on challenging days, they place their gigantic paws on my shoulders, lick my entire face until it meets their standards of approval, then hug me for what seems like very long puppy time. My whole world suddenly seems brighter, better and blessed. I don't have to look my best, feel the greatest or even wear a superficial smile for them to love me, hug me and let me know they are thrilled to have me as their "Momma."
I began thinking. If our "sweet boys" touch our lives that much with adorable "puppy love," how much greater it is to remember and embrace God's incredible faithfulness and love for us! Whatever happens in our lives, He holds us with strength, hope, security and peace only He can provide.
When I walk our puppies alone, I often sing to them. They haven't begun howling yet, thankfully. They actually seem more calm and content with music as we stroll over the countryside. I am thankful for the beautiful reminder that God sings to us, too! May I listen as His love comforts and satisfies my soul. May I always share my deepest gratitude because He is my Heavenly Father.♥~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
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Knowing about...or knowing?
It has been said that there is great difference in knowing about God...and knowing God. I agree wholeheartedly.
Working in offices of banks, school, college and various churches, I have seen countless names over the years. Yet there is a great difference in recognizing an individual's name and knowing an individual.
Do I know God as well as I should? No...absolutely not. Do I understand His ways at all times? Definitely not. Do I receive answers each time I plead with Him for them? Not at all. Do I struggle with Him when He seems silent? Yes..over and over again.
I know God exists without a shadow of a doubt. I know He has worked in ways only He could orchestrate to protect, provide and even preserve my life...repeatedly. I know He is present, faithful, loving and true. Even when I do not understand, I know Him enough to trust Him completely.
I know about God. I also know that God is my reason for breathing. I have seen Him shine through lives of loved ones and strangers...great times and dark times. Oh, what stories I could tell. May I follow Him as He continues writing the rest of mine.♥~thl
"My ears have heard of You but now my eyes have seen You." Job 42: 5
Working in offices of banks, school, college and various churches, I have seen countless names over the years. Yet there is a great difference in recognizing an individual's name and knowing an individual.
Do I know God as well as I should? No...absolutely not. Do I understand His ways at all times? Definitely not. Do I receive answers each time I plead with Him for them? Not at all. Do I struggle with Him when He seems silent? Yes..over and over again.
I know God exists without a shadow of a doubt. I know He has worked in ways only He could orchestrate to protect, provide and even preserve my life...repeatedly. I know He is present, faithful, loving and true. Even when I do not understand, I know Him enough to trust Him completely.
I know about God. I also know that God is my reason for breathing. I have seen Him shine through lives of loved ones and strangers...great times and dark times. Oh, what stories I could tell. May I follow Him as He continues writing the rest of mine.♥~thl
"My ears have heard of You but now my eyes have seen You." Job 42: 5
Friday, January 17, 2014
Heart hurdles...
Tonight my heart once again longs for the time when there will be no pain, no suffering, no disease, no death, no heartaches, no tears, no brokenness and no weary, shattered souls.
I cherish each breath on this journey. I know there is a purpose for every season. I trust Him. I believe Him. I seek Him.
Burdens and blessings surround us. A wife losing her husband...the hope of seeing Him again. Disease robbing a loved one of life she once knew...assurance that the end is only the beginning. Pain behind closed doors...hope for His healing. Moments when it's hard to hold on...friends who reach out at just the right time. Rejection...His Presence. Loneliness...His Love. Wounds...knowing He will use them for His glory.
Dear God~Thank You for carrying us, loving us, holding us and leading us. Thank You for Your strength and hope of that Day when we know it will be worth it all.♥~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
I cherish each breath on this journey. I know there is a purpose for every season. I trust Him. I believe Him. I seek Him.
Burdens and blessings surround us. A wife losing her husband...the hope of seeing Him again. Disease robbing a loved one of life she once knew...assurance that the end is only the beginning. Pain behind closed doors...hope for His healing. Moments when it's hard to hold on...friends who reach out at just the right time. Rejection...His Presence. Loneliness...His Love. Wounds...knowing He will use them for His glory.
Dear God~Thank You for carrying us, loving us, holding us and leading us. Thank You for Your strength and hope of that Day when we know it will be worth it all.♥~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
In Memory of our friend...
Wow...the shocking news has taken our breath. Just days ago, literally, he was celebrating his 90th birthday. Early yesterday morning, Tom Byar went Home to spend eternity with Jesus.
He was one of those folks who made us smile...even at the mention of his name. His heart was genuine. His faith was solid. His love for his wife, Jackie, was incredible. His life included humility, history, humor and many friends. Recently, he pleasantly surprised us by joining Facebook, sending us emails and reminding us to get on Skype so we could visit more often.
During our ministry years at Germantown Christian Church, we quickly learned to love and appreciate Tom. He had a loving nickname for everyone, including our newborn babies...and my Volkswagen. He never spoke harshly or hurtfully. He always spoke respectfully as a true southern gentleman. An elder at GCC, he was a sincere servant for God. He simply lived his life with love, faith, kindness and joy.
We love you, Tom. We miss you already. Meanwhile, bask in the light and love of our Lord you love so dearly and served so well. Heaven just grew even sweeter. We will see you again soon. Well done, good and faithful servant, well done.♥~thl
He was one of those folks who made us smile...even at the mention of his name. His heart was genuine. His faith was solid. His love for his wife, Jackie, was incredible. His life included humility, history, humor and many friends. Recently, he pleasantly surprised us by joining Facebook, sending us emails and reminding us to get on Skype so we could visit more often.
During our ministry years at Germantown Christian Church, we quickly learned to love and appreciate Tom. He had a loving nickname for everyone, including our newborn babies...and my Volkswagen. He never spoke harshly or hurtfully. He always spoke respectfully as a true southern gentleman. An elder at GCC, he was a sincere servant for God. He simply lived his life with love, faith, kindness and joy.
We love you, Tom. We miss you already. Meanwhile, bask in the light and love of our Lord you love so dearly and served so well. Heaven just grew even sweeter. We will see you again soon. Well done, good and faithful servant, well done.♥~thl
Thursday, January 16, 2014
Searches to cease or grips to release...
Honestly, it isn't the first time it happened. It probably won't be the last.
It's no secret that I wear contacts and/or multiple pairs of glasses. Since my prescription is complicated, I wear glasses for different purposes. One pair is for reading. Another is for distance. There is also a pair of prescription sunglasses. Occasionally, one pair will be misplaced.
Usually I retrace my steps and find the missing pair in a previously used purse...on the kitchen island...or on the nightstand. This time was different. I searched each room with no success. Days passed with no discovery. They were gone. Maybe they fell into a wastebasket or outside the car. Whatever happened, my search ended. Thankfully, I have a backup pair I began using. Days later, someone randomly found the lost pair under furniture! Perhaps while wearing them on top of my head, they fell off and landed where we would not look. I was relieved, puzzled yet thrilled. I had made the comment that they may show up when we least expected it. They did.
Sometimes life holds similar searches. We look everywhere for something, someone, a reason or an answer...but never find it. Or maybe, when we reflect years later, we discover a lesson learned. More often than not, I don't always find a definite solution. That is, of course, totally against my inquisitive and analytical nature.
Yet there is a time to search...and a time to realize our searches must end. We may even hold onto something in our lives that we need to release...but find it extremely difficult. Searches are often necessary...but not always satisfactory. Grasping something that holds us in bondage is common...but not beneficial. There are times to search or cease. There are times to hold onto or release. When we focus on the One Who loves us, holds us, heals us and has a purpose for us...we learn to lean on Him above all else. I am deeply thankful that He is with us and He will never let go.♥~thl
..."a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away,"... Ecclesiastes 3: 6
It's no secret that I wear contacts and/or multiple pairs of glasses. Since my prescription is complicated, I wear glasses for different purposes. One pair is for reading. Another is for distance. There is also a pair of prescription sunglasses. Occasionally, one pair will be misplaced.
Usually I retrace my steps and find the missing pair in a previously used purse...on the kitchen island...or on the nightstand. This time was different. I searched each room with no success. Days passed with no discovery. They were gone. Maybe they fell into a wastebasket or outside the car. Whatever happened, my search ended. Thankfully, I have a backup pair I began using. Days later, someone randomly found the lost pair under furniture! Perhaps while wearing them on top of my head, they fell off and landed where we would not look. I was relieved, puzzled yet thrilled. I had made the comment that they may show up when we least expected it. They did.
Sometimes life holds similar searches. We look everywhere for something, someone, a reason or an answer...but never find it. Or maybe, when we reflect years later, we discover a lesson learned. More often than not, I don't always find a definite solution. That is, of course, totally against my inquisitive and analytical nature.
Yet there is a time to search...and a time to realize our searches must end. We may even hold onto something in our lives that we need to release...but find it extremely difficult. Searches are often necessary...but not always satisfactory. Grasping something that holds us in bondage is common...but not beneficial. There are times to search or cease. There are times to hold onto or release. When we focus on the One Who loves us, holds us, heals us and has a purpose for us...we learn to lean on Him above all else. I am deeply thankful that He is with us and He will never let go.♥~thl
..."a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away,"... Ecclesiastes 3: 6
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
A change of plans...
I need to get away from it all!
Those are words we often hear ourselves say...or think. We are human. We grow tired. We need a break from the wear, tear and cares of life.
Today was one of those days. I had a schedule to meet...places to be...things to do...a list to reduce. As I prepared for the day, I noticed the headache. It could be a number of issues...sinus, allergies, weather changes, etc.. I kept thinking it would go away if I "just did this or that." It didn't. It only grew worse. Much worse.
When Tim found me, I was struggling. I suggested that our plans would continue. I would get through this. I took more medication and tried to move forward. Tried. When I could no longer open my eyes due to a full-blown migraine, I knew it was time for a change of plans. I...(gulp)...had to rest. There was no other option but to remain silent and still. I had to get away from it all, including noise, light and activity.
What a difference a few hours make when we do what needs to be done. Isn't life like that? If only we would respond instead of react...listen instead of lash out...care instead of criticize...show love instead of share gossip. What is best isn't always what is easiest to do. Yet in our pain, our weariness, our insecurities and our struggles...we make choices which do more harm than good.
Sometimes we need to get away from it all. We need to change our plans...remove ourselves from the busyness of life...and simply spend time with Him...in silence and stillness. Only then will we find rest, recovery and a renewed focus in Him.♥~thl
"Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and my burden is light." Matthew 11: 28>30
Those are words we often hear ourselves say...or think. We are human. We grow tired. We need a break from the wear, tear and cares of life.
Today was one of those days. I had a schedule to meet...places to be...things to do...a list to reduce. As I prepared for the day, I noticed the headache. It could be a number of issues...sinus, allergies, weather changes, etc.. I kept thinking it would go away if I "just did this or that." It didn't. It only grew worse. Much worse.
When Tim found me, I was struggling. I suggested that our plans would continue. I would get through this. I took more medication and tried to move forward. Tried. When I could no longer open my eyes due to a full-blown migraine, I knew it was time for a change of plans. I...(gulp)...had to rest. There was no other option but to remain silent and still. I had to get away from it all, including noise, light and activity.
What a difference a few hours make when we do what needs to be done. Isn't life like that? If only we would respond instead of react...listen instead of lash out...care instead of criticize...show love instead of share gossip. What is best isn't always what is easiest to do. Yet in our pain, our weariness, our insecurities and our struggles...we make choices which do more harm than good.
Sometimes we need to get away from it all. We need to change our plans...remove ourselves from the busyness of life...and simply spend time with Him...in silence and stillness. Only then will we find rest, recovery and a renewed focus in Him.♥~thl
"Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and my burden is light." Matthew 11: 28>30
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Tonight...
Tonight, I put all other plans aside. Tonight, I simply rest in Him. Tonight, I embrace His promises, His power and His peace. Tonight, I wait...on Him. Tonight, I allow my heart to be filled with His Presence. Tonight, I allow Him to hold me, heal me and have complete control of all I am...all I am not...all I don't understand...all I conceal deep within my heart...and all I cannot handle alone. Tonight...I surrender...my messes unnoticed, my mysteries untold, my mountains unclimbed. Tonight...I silently lean into His arms...and bask in His love for me.
May every night...be like tonight.♥~thl
"For I am the Lord, your God, Who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you." Isaiah 41: 13
May every night...be like tonight.♥~thl
"For I am the Lord, your God, Who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you." Isaiah 41: 13
Monday, January 13, 2014
Peace and protection...
Well, we tried. We have walked our puppies around the boundaries of our yard since bringing them home. Recently we turned them loose to see what they would do. Their first response? They ran...toward other neighbors' yards, just as we suspected. Not only is it a matter of curiosity...but dogs of this type are known to easily roam up to fifteen miles a day. It's their nature. Unfortunately, frequently traveled roads run near our house. So we must protect our puppies until we live in a different location which safely allows more freedom.
We have wonderful neighbors. Yet part of being a great neighbor is respecting the property and privacy of other neighbors. So our puppies will definitely not roam the neighborhood yards freely until we move. They have an acre to enjoy here. For some reason, however, moving beyond the boundaries is so tempting.
That sounds all too familiar to our nature, doesn't it? The old adage says "the grass is always greener on the other side." Why is it that we want what is beyond our reach while being dissatisfied with what is within reach? Why are boundaries necessary in properties, relationships, society, laws of our country, belief systems, etc.?
In a perfect world, boundaries may not be necessary. But in our very imperfect world, I immediately think of two reasons boundaries need to be in place: protection and peace.
Without a fence, our precious puppies who are fascinated with moving vehicles, would easily become injured...or worse. They don't realize the danger. But we do. Likewise, when we teach our children to avoid talking to strangers or to respect laws of the land, we are trying to protect them. They may consider it strict. We see it as protecting those we love. Boundaries provide protection from potential harm, both seen and unseen.
Healthy boundaries also promote peace among people. I have seen people become irate because someone disrespected their family, property, reputation, beliefs...or driving space. Neighbors against neighbors, family against family, students against students, countries against countries. Sadly, but quite necessary, we must have boundaries to bring...and keep...peace.
We must often build walls to provide protection and promote peace. Sometimes they are successful. Sometimes they are not. We do the best we can to embrace this life with joy, hope, peace and purpose. We realize there are factors we cannot embrace which threaten our safety and our loved ones. We thank God for protecting us and giving us peace when life is not understood. We learn. We love. We live. We trust Him to lead us Home.♥~thl
..."a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,"... Ecclesiastes 3: 5
We have wonderful neighbors. Yet part of being a great neighbor is respecting the property and privacy of other neighbors. So our puppies will definitely not roam the neighborhood yards freely until we move. They have an acre to enjoy here. For some reason, however, moving beyond the boundaries is so tempting.
That sounds all too familiar to our nature, doesn't it? The old adage says "the grass is always greener on the other side." Why is it that we want what is beyond our reach while being dissatisfied with what is within reach? Why are boundaries necessary in properties, relationships, society, laws of our country, belief systems, etc.?
In a perfect world, boundaries may not be necessary. But in our very imperfect world, I immediately think of two reasons boundaries need to be in place: protection and peace.
Without a fence, our precious puppies who are fascinated with moving vehicles, would easily become injured...or worse. They don't realize the danger. But we do. Likewise, when we teach our children to avoid talking to strangers or to respect laws of the land, we are trying to protect them. They may consider it strict. We see it as protecting those we love. Boundaries provide protection from potential harm, both seen and unseen.
Healthy boundaries also promote peace among people. I have seen people become irate because someone disrespected their family, property, reputation, beliefs...or driving space. Neighbors against neighbors, family against family, students against students, countries against countries. Sadly, but quite necessary, we must have boundaries to bring...and keep...peace.
We must often build walls to provide protection and promote peace. Sometimes they are successful. Sometimes they are not. We do the best we can to embrace this life with joy, hope, peace and purpose. We realize there are factors we cannot embrace which threaten our safety and our loved ones. We thank God for protecting us and giving us peace when life is not understood. We learn. We love. We live. We trust Him to lead us Home.♥~thl
..."a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,"... Ecclesiastes 3: 5
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Smiles and sobs...
It wasn't my most glamourous moment. It was a memorable one.
Blessed to have an incredible job before, during and after college, I worked at the First National Bank in New Castle, Virginia. They taught me much, encouraged me greatly and displayed great patience during my college years. Whether breaks, summers or special situations, I was blessed to work with the folks of Craig County.
My responsibilities included checking department, courthouse errands, proof box assistance, occasional trips to the neighborhood grocery store for breaks or other special projects. Due to the nature of one project, it was more feasible to change into "old clothes," (meaning jeans and a t-shirt), from my usual dressy clothes before organizing a room of historical files.
As shocking as it may be, I yielded to great temptation one day. :) There was a short footstool in the room, used to place files on lower shelves. I was sitting on the footstool in deep concentration, of course, when a fellow employee in an adjoining room called for me. Considering whether to get up, walk to the other room to assist the employee, or simply "glide" into that room on my trusty wheeled footstool, my final calculation directed me to quite professionally glide to their desk. What I didn't calculate, however, was that the first room was carpeted and the adjoining room had tiled floors...which would increase speed once I left the carpeted floor. As I whirled into the next room with unexpected, yet accelerating speed, I was challenged to slow down in order to stop at the specific desk. My efforts failed. Instead, my path lengthened considerably...and I surprisingly passed the lobby doorway where customers saw a rapidly moving object with a college-age student riding by rather unexpectedly.
My boss, aka President of the bank, made a turn from his office when I "flew" by. I knew it was not a professional banker's moment. Being the wonderful man he is, my boss returned to his customer, finished the transaction and then walked back to the room where I had speedily returned to work on the special project. This could be serious, I thought. He then broke into laughter as he told me what joy and excitement I brought to their working environment. I don't know which was more humorous--his reaction to the speeding bullet passing the lobby doorway...or watching my face turn quite crimson as I realized I had way too much speed as I soared onward. Let's just say that laughter, joking and a nickname followed that day for a very long time.
I enjoyed providing comedy relief for the employees and customers that day and others. I love laughter. I love watching people laugh...laughing with them...but never at them. Yet mere seconds of a Hallmark commercial produce tears streaming down my face. I laugh easily. I cry easily. And I find both very helpful.
When I consider Jesus walking this earth, I imagine He laughed often with His friends. I know that He wept. He knew the value of life's celebrations...and life's losses. He realized there were moments to express appropriate, healthy and valuable responses as we travel this journey. His example, as well as others whom I also greatly admire, teach me much. They live. They laugh. They love. They cry. They embrace laughter and tears, celebration and mourning, silence and dancing. May I trust Him as each step of this life unfolds. May I embrace each moment knowing His Presence and peace surround me.♥~thl
..."a time to cry and a time to laugh.. a time to grieve and a time to dance"... Ecclesiastes 3: 4
Blessed to have an incredible job before, during and after college, I worked at the First National Bank in New Castle, Virginia. They taught me much, encouraged me greatly and displayed great patience during my college years. Whether breaks, summers or special situations, I was blessed to work with the folks of Craig County.
My responsibilities included checking department, courthouse errands, proof box assistance, occasional trips to the neighborhood grocery store for breaks or other special projects. Due to the nature of one project, it was more feasible to change into "old clothes," (meaning jeans and a t-shirt), from my usual dressy clothes before organizing a room of historical files.
As shocking as it may be, I yielded to great temptation one day. :) There was a short footstool in the room, used to place files on lower shelves. I was sitting on the footstool in deep concentration, of course, when a fellow employee in an adjoining room called for me. Considering whether to get up, walk to the other room to assist the employee, or simply "glide" into that room on my trusty wheeled footstool, my final calculation directed me to quite professionally glide to their desk. What I didn't calculate, however, was that the first room was carpeted and the adjoining room had tiled floors...which would increase speed once I left the carpeted floor. As I whirled into the next room with unexpected, yet accelerating speed, I was challenged to slow down in order to stop at the specific desk. My efforts failed. Instead, my path lengthened considerably...and I surprisingly passed the lobby doorway where customers saw a rapidly moving object with a college-age student riding by rather unexpectedly.
My boss, aka President of the bank, made a turn from his office when I "flew" by. I knew it was not a professional banker's moment. Being the wonderful man he is, my boss returned to his customer, finished the transaction and then walked back to the room where I had speedily returned to work on the special project. This could be serious, I thought. He then broke into laughter as he told me what joy and excitement I brought to their working environment. I don't know which was more humorous--his reaction to the speeding bullet passing the lobby doorway...or watching my face turn quite crimson as I realized I had way too much speed as I soared onward. Let's just say that laughter, joking and a nickname followed that day for a very long time.
I enjoyed providing comedy relief for the employees and customers that day and others. I love laughter. I love watching people laugh...laughing with them...but never at them. Yet mere seconds of a Hallmark commercial produce tears streaming down my face. I laugh easily. I cry easily. And I find both very helpful.
When I consider Jesus walking this earth, I imagine He laughed often with His friends. I know that He wept. He knew the value of life's celebrations...and life's losses. He realized there were moments to express appropriate, healthy and valuable responses as we travel this journey. His example, as well as others whom I also greatly admire, teach me much. They live. They laugh. They love. They cry. They embrace laughter and tears, celebration and mourning, silence and dancing. May I trust Him as each step of this life unfolds. May I embrace each moment knowing His Presence and peace surround me.♥~thl
..."a time to cry and a time to laugh.. a time to grieve and a time to dance"... Ecclesiastes 3: 4
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Removing and Recovering...
Oh, I remember it well. I was a junior in high school. How exciting as we climbed the "ladder of status" that year. There would be prom...and even more exciting...Driver's education classes and road training so that we would...become licensed drivers! We would finally be recognized as the adults we thought we had been for years. :)
It was very busy with classes, prom plans, Church, an active youth group, youth choir, ball games, time with friends, FBLA president duties and home responsibilities. It was turning out to be quite a year.
Spring arrived which included my driver's road training. It would be a long but thrilling process. Yet each day I felt progressively worse. But I would not complain. This was my time to drive the Driver's Ed car around our county and various cities. I would push through whatever I felt. Somehow I made it. The hours were driven and logged. The Driver's Ed teacher pulled away from my house. I went inside and collapsed...coughing up blood.
A trip to the doctor revealed that I had double pneumonia and severe anemia. Quite disappointed, I brought home several medications and strict orders for bedrest until released to return to school. That could take at least a week, or more. There were no cell phones, text messages, PCs or emails. I simply had to rest, complete assignments sent home and recover.
In the middle of illness and time away from friends, I eventually realized that the medicine was working. The serious infection was being killed and recovery was in sight. I remember how unpleasant those medications tasted but because of them, my exciting life would resume. :) It had indeed become a time to heal...including a time to destroy what had made me ill. It was also a time to tear down a much too busy lifestyle and build a healthier one.
Life is often like that. We find ourselves struggling...suffering...maybe even in serious danger...because we aren't taking care of ourselves...physically, emotionally, mentally...and yes, even, spiritually. We become so overwhelmed with activities, goals, social standards and perhaps even images to maintain...that we don't realize how dangerous our journey has become. Then we wonder how we became distracted, deceived...or maybe destroyed. Perhaps our faith weakened and we feel lost.
I wish I could say that I learned a once-in-a-lifetime lesson from that pneumonia experience. Unfortunately, I have repeatedly found my health and journey...on many levels...lacking because I didn't focus on what...and Who...was most important. I pray that my choices will improve when I realize there is a time to remove what is destructive and remain close to the One who is Divine.♥~thl
..."a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build".. Ecclesiastes 3: 3
It was very busy with classes, prom plans, Church, an active youth group, youth choir, ball games, time with friends, FBLA president duties and home responsibilities. It was turning out to be quite a year.
Spring arrived which included my driver's road training. It would be a long but thrilling process. Yet each day I felt progressively worse. But I would not complain. This was my time to drive the Driver's Ed car around our county and various cities. I would push through whatever I felt. Somehow I made it. The hours were driven and logged. The Driver's Ed teacher pulled away from my house. I went inside and collapsed...coughing up blood.
A trip to the doctor revealed that I had double pneumonia and severe anemia. Quite disappointed, I brought home several medications and strict orders for bedrest until released to return to school. That could take at least a week, or more. There were no cell phones, text messages, PCs or emails. I simply had to rest, complete assignments sent home and recover.
In the middle of illness and time away from friends, I eventually realized that the medicine was working. The serious infection was being killed and recovery was in sight. I remember how unpleasant those medications tasted but because of them, my exciting life would resume. :) It had indeed become a time to heal...including a time to destroy what had made me ill. It was also a time to tear down a much too busy lifestyle and build a healthier one.
Life is often like that. We find ourselves struggling...suffering...maybe even in serious danger...because we aren't taking care of ourselves...physically, emotionally, mentally...and yes, even, spiritually. We become so overwhelmed with activities, goals, social standards and perhaps even images to maintain...that we don't realize how dangerous our journey has become. Then we wonder how we became distracted, deceived...or maybe destroyed. Perhaps our faith weakened and we feel lost.
I wish I could say that I learned a once-in-a-lifetime lesson from that pneumonia experience. Unfortunately, I have repeatedly found my health and journey...on many levels...lacking because I didn't focus on what...and Who...was most important. I pray that my choices will improve when I realize there is a time to remove what is destructive and remain close to the One who is Divine.♥~thl
..."a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build".. Ecclesiastes 3: 3
Friday, January 10, 2014
Transforming...
It's on my bucket list. I plan to have my own greenhouse someday. That should be no surprise to anyone who really knows me.
In college, my dorm window was lined with plants. Some were also placed on the shelf behind the bed. After marriage, I enjoyed decorating our home with plants. Owning our home, we enjoy planting flowers and trees outside. I love watching, nurturing and working with plants.
There comes a time, however, when some of the plants die. Others, such as my citrus trees and ferns, go through seasons of transformation. It isn't always easy to watch what was once beautiful and bountiful lose much so that new growth will appear.
Life is quite similar. How wonderful and welcoming it is when new life arrives in the birth of new couples, new families and new babies. We are always amazed as new life unfolds.
As we have also witnessed, there comes a time when life changes as we know it. Loved ones become ill and leave this world much sooner than we anticipated. Some leave unexpectedly. Some leave after enduring much suffering. It's never easy. It never seems to make sense.
Yet watching leaves wither or vibrant flowers fall, I am reminded that new life does return. What once seemed dormant or dead shows new signs of life and beauty. It is not that visible when we watch loved ones fade into the arms of Jesus. Saying farewells is heartwrenching and lifechanging. I have faced it many times. I will face it again. I know the depths of grief all too well.
But in His time, through His love, sacrifice and power, I know there is hope...eternal, healing, never hurt or cry again...lasting hope. I could not handle the loss of countless family and friends over these years if I did not believe that with all my heart. He brings beauty into this life. I can only imagine the incredible, eternal and unfathomable joy He will share in the next one.
Yes, there is a time to love and live here. I will praise Him for each breath and opportunity now. Yet I will remember when difficult times of sorrow and pain fill my heart, that this is not all there is to life. He will transform sorrow into joy, healing to the hurting and new blessings to the broken. May He be the center of my life now...and forever...in His time.♥~thl
"a time to be born and a tine to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot..." Ecclesiastes 3: 2
In college, my dorm window was lined with plants. Some were also placed on the shelf behind the bed. After marriage, I enjoyed decorating our home with plants. Owning our home, we enjoy planting flowers and trees outside. I love watching, nurturing and working with plants.
There comes a time, however, when some of the plants die. Others, such as my citrus trees and ferns, go through seasons of transformation. It isn't always easy to watch what was once beautiful and bountiful lose much so that new growth will appear.
Life is quite similar. How wonderful and welcoming it is when new life arrives in the birth of new couples, new families and new babies. We are always amazed as new life unfolds.
As we have also witnessed, there comes a time when life changes as we know it. Loved ones become ill and leave this world much sooner than we anticipated. Some leave unexpectedly. Some leave after enduring much suffering. It's never easy. It never seems to make sense.
Yet watching leaves wither or vibrant flowers fall, I am reminded that new life does return. What once seemed dormant or dead shows new signs of life and beauty. It is not that visible when we watch loved ones fade into the arms of Jesus. Saying farewells is heartwrenching and lifechanging. I have faced it many times. I will face it again. I know the depths of grief all too well.
But in His time, through His love, sacrifice and power, I know there is hope...eternal, healing, never hurt or cry again...lasting hope. I could not handle the loss of countless family and friends over these years if I did not believe that with all my heart. He brings beauty into this life. I can only imagine the incredible, eternal and unfathomable joy He will share in the next one.
Yes, there is a time to love and live here. I will praise Him for each breath and opportunity now. Yet I will remember when difficult times of sorrow and pain fill my heart, that this is not all there is to life. He will transform sorrow into joy, healing to the hurting and new blessings to the broken. May He be the center of my life now...and forever...in His time.♥~thl
"a time to be born and a tine to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot..." Ecclesiastes 3: 2
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Time and time again...
It's been a way of life for a long time, In fact, I cannot remember living any other way. But it needs to change...somehow.
Honestly, I used to feel some sense of accomplishment in it. Now I find myself more weary and worn because of it.
Multi-tasking. I have embraced it for so very long. Maybe too long. My husband called home from work one evening and asked what I was doing. I was a bit shocked when I heard my own voice count six different tasks that I was pursuing at that very moment. Six tasks...plus talking with my husband...says something about my life. I'm not sure it's a message I prefer.
It is certainly not in my place to criticize anyone else who is multi-tasking. As women, wives, mothers, daughters, sisters, employees, students, volunteers...etc., etc., etc.,...I honestly don't know how we can meet life's challenges and demands without some degree of multi-tasking. But I do know this. I need to create more focus in my life, including my time.
For my time is not only my time. Each moment of life is a precious gift from God. When use of my time decreases time with Him and for Him, something is very wrong. How I spend time should reflect my love, faithfulness and relationship with Him. May it be centered around Him...all the time.♥~thl
"There is a time for everything, a season for every activity under heaven." Ecclesiastes 3: 1
Honestly, I used to feel some sense of accomplishment in it. Now I find myself more weary and worn because of it.
Multi-tasking. I have embraced it for so very long. Maybe too long. My husband called home from work one evening and asked what I was doing. I was a bit shocked when I heard my own voice count six different tasks that I was pursuing at that very moment. Six tasks...plus talking with my husband...says something about my life. I'm not sure it's a message I prefer.
It is certainly not in my place to criticize anyone else who is multi-tasking. As women, wives, mothers, daughters, sisters, employees, students, volunteers...etc., etc., etc.,...I honestly don't know how we can meet life's challenges and demands without some degree of multi-tasking. But I do know this. I need to create more focus in my life, including my time.
For my time is not only my time. Each moment of life is a precious gift from God. When use of my time decreases time with Him and for Him, something is very wrong. How I spend time should reflect my love, faithfulness and relationship with Him. May it be centered around Him...all the time.♥~thl
"There is a time for everything, a season for every activity under heaven." Ecclesiastes 3: 1
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Silence and Surrender...
Perhaps it was the extra demands of the past few months. Maybe it involved ongoing concerns for loved ones in our lives. Quite possibly, it has been the recent change of schedules, situations and circumstances. Whatever the reason, my soul became thirsty. My heart became weary. My mind worked overtime. My body became exhausted.
I often call it the proverbial brick wall we hit after months of planning, running, shopping, cooking, working and attending. We find ourselves spent. Although not a fan of winter, I sometimes look forward to the first months of the year because I know the pace will finally slow down. I will catch my breath. I will find order once more. I will...just maybe...rest.
Oh, how I love the celebrations of the past few months. Yet I often feel like I am on a runaway train just waiting to crash. I try to invent new methods to stay ahead so I will not become overwhelmed. It happens anyway.
As much as I love writing, I have felt the drought of energy, perspective and availability. Creativity was drained. Consistency was distracted. Contentment was dampened. Of course, I continued writing. But something was missing.
Today, I found myself asking God what I should do to renew my focus and function. Should I take a break? Should I give it up permanently? Should I brainstorm, although that idea was not my favorite at the moment? Should I focus more on my music or other goals and put writing on the back burner for awhile? Should I.....? What was that, Lord? Did You say what I think You said? Yes...I rather enjoy silence. Being somewhat of an introvert, I refuel in stillness. But what about...? You will? Certainly, Lord...I will simply listen...and learn...from You.
Moments later, as I pursued the daily routine, I heard Him. Maybe not audibly...but definitely authentically. As I allowed my mind to relax, He allowed me to hear Him. He will supply my every need...physically, emotionally, spiritually, financially, mentally...and even creatively. I simply need to listen to...lean on...and learn from...Him.
In my weakest, most exhausted and unfocused state, He is faithful. I need to be still...and let Him love me...lead me...and lift me into His precious arms. Then I shall hear Him softly ask, and receive, my complete surrender...and I will be renewed once more.♥~thl
"I waited patiently for the Lord; He turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; He set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear and put their trust in the Lord." Psalm 40: 1>3
I often call it the proverbial brick wall we hit after months of planning, running, shopping, cooking, working and attending. We find ourselves spent. Although not a fan of winter, I sometimes look forward to the first months of the year because I know the pace will finally slow down. I will catch my breath. I will find order once more. I will...just maybe...rest.
Oh, how I love the celebrations of the past few months. Yet I often feel like I am on a runaway train just waiting to crash. I try to invent new methods to stay ahead so I will not become overwhelmed. It happens anyway.
As much as I love writing, I have felt the drought of energy, perspective and availability. Creativity was drained. Consistency was distracted. Contentment was dampened. Of course, I continued writing. But something was missing.
Today, I found myself asking God what I should do to renew my focus and function. Should I take a break? Should I give it up permanently? Should I brainstorm, although that idea was not my favorite at the moment? Should I focus more on my music or other goals and put writing on the back burner for awhile? Should I.....? What was that, Lord? Did You say what I think You said? Yes...I rather enjoy silence. Being somewhat of an introvert, I refuel in stillness. But what about...? You will? Certainly, Lord...I will simply listen...and learn...from You.
Moments later, as I pursued the daily routine, I heard Him. Maybe not audibly...but definitely authentically. As I allowed my mind to relax, He allowed me to hear Him. He will supply my every need...physically, emotionally, spiritually, financially, mentally...and even creatively. I simply need to listen to...lean on...and learn from...Him.
In my weakest, most exhausted and unfocused state, He is faithful. I need to be still...and let Him love me...lead me...and lift me into His precious arms. Then I shall hear Him softly ask, and receive, my complete surrender...and I will be renewed once more.♥~thl
"I waited patiently for the Lord; He turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; He set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear and put their trust in the Lord." Psalm 40: 1>3
New ideas...new excitement...
I love it when God places new ideas for writing on my heart. I have been facing some "writer's block" recently for various reasons. Now I truly believe He is restoring my soul and mind. I pray He will be honored and glorified through it all!♥~thl
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Seeing and being seen...
I love to listen. It is enjoyable...educational...and entertaining. I used to remind our children that God gave us two ears and one mouth for a reason. Life would be quite different if we listened twice as much as we speak.
With a new year upon us for a week now, I have recently heard many people talking about new goals, plans and lists. Some are making progress already. Some continue to struggle. I always admire the determination and discipline shown as people strive to make a difference in their lives.
Ironically, I didn't make a long list of specific goals. I should have but I didn't. Too much is happening in my life presently for me to realistically focus on other demands. I certainly have goals in mind that I will work toward accomplishing. But this is not the year for me to add more challenges.
However, I recently read a Scripture passage that has influenced my daily perspective.
"She gave this name to the Lord Who spoke to her: 'You are the God Who sees me,' for she said, 'I have now seen the One Who sees me.'" Genesis 16: 13
Just as Hagar was pursued by God when her life was in need of redirection, I pray that I will watch and seek Him, as well. May I always be aware of His Presence, power and purpose in my life. May I trust Him when I don't understand. May I seek Him in all I do. May my life reflect Him above all else. May I listen to Him...continually.♥~thl
With a new year upon us for a week now, I have recently heard many people talking about new goals, plans and lists. Some are making progress already. Some continue to struggle. I always admire the determination and discipline shown as people strive to make a difference in their lives.
Ironically, I didn't make a long list of specific goals. I should have but I didn't. Too much is happening in my life presently for me to realistically focus on other demands. I certainly have goals in mind that I will work toward accomplishing. But this is not the year for me to add more challenges.
However, I recently read a Scripture passage that has influenced my daily perspective.
"She gave this name to the Lord Who spoke to her: 'You are the God Who sees me,' for she said, 'I have now seen the One Who sees me.'" Genesis 16: 13
Just as Hagar was pursued by God when her life was in need of redirection, I pray that I will watch and seek Him, as well. May I always be aware of His Presence, power and purpose in my life. May I trust Him when I don't understand. May I seek Him in all I do. May my life reflect Him above all else. May I listen to Him...continually.♥~thl
Monday, January 6, 2014
Cabin fever and counting blessings...
It's happening already. I have a case of "cabin fever." That may sound a bit contradictory for someone who is a self-admitted home body. Yet there's a difference in being very content at home...yet needing to get out to shop for a change of scenery. :)
However, I understand that with subzero temperatures plus windchills, it is wise to remain indoors to guard my lungs and health. Instead of seeing our home as a place I must stay in, I cling to the truth that it is a place I am privileged to reside in to protect my physical well-being.
That reminds me of how important it is to stay close to God on this journey of life. Living in this world requires us to experience twists, turns, bumps and burdens along the way. But what an incredible blessing to realize that no matter what happens, we have Someone we can go to Who loves us, holds us, heals us and listens to us anytime, anywhere. He is my Refuge...the reason I continue to walk this journey even when my heart is broken, my feet are bruised or I am simply weary to the bone. He is my strength...my hope...my purpose and my guide.
When uncertainty or uncomfortable situations cloud my view, I will continue holding onto Him. His loving arms are a place I will never grow tired of and never wish to leave.♥~thl
"But as for me, it is good to be near God. I have made the Sovereign Lord my refuge: I will tell of all Your deeds." Psalm 73: 28
However, I understand that with subzero temperatures plus windchills, it is wise to remain indoors to guard my lungs and health. Instead of seeing our home as a place I must stay in, I cling to the truth that it is a place I am privileged to reside in to protect my physical well-being.
That reminds me of how important it is to stay close to God on this journey of life. Living in this world requires us to experience twists, turns, bumps and burdens along the way. But what an incredible blessing to realize that no matter what happens, we have Someone we can go to Who loves us, holds us, heals us and listens to us anytime, anywhere. He is my Refuge...the reason I continue to walk this journey even when my heart is broken, my feet are bruised or I am simply weary to the bone. He is my strength...my hope...my purpose and my guide.
When uncertainty or uncomfortable situations cloud my view, I will continue holding onto Him. His loving arms are a place I will never grow tired of and never wish to leave.♥~thl
"But as for me, it is good to be near God. I have made the Sovereign Lord my refuge: I will tell of all Your deeds." Psalm 73: 28
Winter prayer...
Dear God~Thank You for Your loving faithfulness. Please keep everyone safe and well in the winter weather. May we look to You for constant hope and strength. May we honor You with our words, deeds and.attitudes.♥~thl
"Let the morning bring me word of Your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in You. Show me the way I should go for to You I lift up my soul." Psalm 143: 8
"Let the morning bring me word of Your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in You. Show me the way I should go for to You I lift up my soul." Psalm 143: 8
Saturday, January 4, 2014
First things first...
They are already jeopardized. The goals I set for this year have had inconsistent commitment before the first week of the year is complete. It wasn't deliberate. It was circumstancial. Yet the truth remains. I have already made mistakes.
Yet I have a choice. I can forget the goals. Or I can find a different way to reach them. Just because I messed up the past several days does not mean I am a failure. The decision has been made. It's time to create a new strategy and pursue it.
While considering new options, I realized something very important. My goals may have been positive. But they were lacking. I made them according to my own needs, desires and strength. I left Him out of my plan.
My first...and new...goal has now been changed. I will seek Him first. I will rely on His guidance, His strength, His hope and His way more than my own.
When new goals are eventually reached, I will also realize another truth. The accomplishment/s were much more about Him...than about me. May He be honored, praised and served above all else.♥~thl
"Not to us, O Lord, not to us but to Your Name be the glory, because of Your love and faithfulness." Psalm 115: 1
Yet I have a choice. I can forget the goals. Or I can find a different way to reach them. Just because I messed up the past several days does not mean I am a failure. The decision has been made. It's time to create a new strategy and pursue it.
While considering new options, I realized something very important. My goals may have been positive. But they were lacking. I made them according to my own needs, desires and strength. I left Him out of my plan.
My first...and new...goal has now been changed. I will seek Him first. I will rely on His guidance, His strength, His hope and His way more than my own.
When new goals are eventually reached, I will also realize another truth. The accomplishment/s were much more about Him...than about me. May He be honored, praised and served above all else.♥~thl
"Not to us, O Lord, not to us but to Your Name be the glory, because of Your love and faithfulness." Psalm 115: 1
Friday, January 3, 2014
Breath of Heaven...
Recently opening a letter from our insurance company, I was informed that one of my asthma medications would no longer be covered in 2014. This has been the main medication keeping my airways open for the past twelve years. I was shocked, disappointed and concerned. What would we do? How would I survive without this life-saving prescription? Would any other medication work as effectively? What will happen to me if optional meds don't work? My life depends on the right medication to keep me breathing.
Then I was reminded that as important as the asthma medication is, I must rely on God most to survive this journey of life. He gives me breath, life, hope, peace, purpose and love. He carries me through each moment. He sustains me, forgives me, directs me and holds me. He will never leave me or forsake me.
As winter continues to grip us with double-digit subzero temperature the next several days, I am reminded that whatever season of life is faced, I know I can trust Him. I will not always understand His ways, but I am certain that He is the Only Way I will endure whatever lies ahead. I am so thankful that when I grasp for His hand, He will always be available. And that's a breath of fresh air I will cherish continually.♥~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
Then I was reminded that as important as the asthma medication is, I must rely on God most to survive this journey of life. He gives me breath, life, hope, peace, purpose and love. He carries me through each moment. He sustains me, forgives me, directs me and holds me. He will never leave me or forsake me.
As winter continues to grip us with double-digit subzero temperature the next several days, I am reminded that whatever season of life is faced, I know I can trust Him. I will not always understand His ways, but I am certain that He is the Only Way I will endure whatever lies ahead. I am so thankful that when I grasp for His hand, He will always be available. And that's a breath of fresh air I will cherish continually.♥~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
Presence, Power and Promises...
As the wind blows and brutal temperatures fall...as snow and ice cover the ground...as I find myself gasping for breath in these conditions...as we brace for sub-zero temperatures and more wintry weather ahead, I find my spirit soothed and warmed reading of His Presence, power and promises. Thank You, God, for Your loving faithfulness.♥~thl
"This is what the Lord says, He Who appoints the sun to shine by day, Who decrees the moon and stars to shine by night, Who stirs up the sea so that its waves roar--the Lord Almighty is His Name..." Jeremiah 31: 35
"This is what the Lord says, He Who appoints the sun to shine by day, Who decrees the moon and stars to shine by night, Who stirs up the sea so that its waves roar--the Lord Almighty is His Name..." Jeremiah 31: 35
The countdown begins...
Due to recent requests...and my own personal desire and health needs for warmer weather, I am pleased to present the following announcement. Drumroll please.....76 days until Spring!!!! Until then, stay warm, be safe and make the most of each moment!♥~thl
Faithful One...
I can't imagine what this year will bring....but You know. I can't begin to understand the unfolding moments of joy, uncertainty, victory and loss ...but You are with me. I can't imagine the struggles and strength, burdens and blessings, heartaches and healing ahead...but You will hold me through it all. I can't prepare for the unknown but I will cling to the promise of Your constant, loving Presence. Thank You, God, for each moment You and I face together. You are faithful. I am Yours.♥~thl
Proverbs 3: 5>6
Proverbs 3: 5>6
Honor in each...
May each moment be blessed, each heartache be healed, each step be strengthened and each breath be aware of His Presence and peace. May He be praised and pursued in all that we do. May He be honored above all else.♥~thl
Colossians 3: 23-24
Colossians 3: 23-24
Offering each step...
May my yesterdays, today and tomorrows be offered to Him. May each step honor Him and bring me closer to Him. I can't imagine a day without Him.♥~thl
Isaiah 26: 3
Isaiah 26: 3
Old...new...and always held...
As I think of an old year gone...and all it held...and a new year already here...and whatever unfolds...I thank God for His love and promises. Knowing He holds me in His hands continually holds me together.♥~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
"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
Because He loves us...
Because He loves us, He came to live among us. Because He loves us, He died for us. Because He loves us, He arose to give hope and a future. Because He lives, lives are changed for eternity. What a glorious gift now and forever! ♥~thl
"For my eyes have seen Your salvation," Luke 2: 30
"For my eyes have seen Your salvation," Luke 2: 30
Lifelong dreams do come true...
What a surprise on Christmas morning when my precious husband and children surprised me with a lifelong dream...my very own violin! I love playing piano, organ and keyboard....and now I am able to begin a new adventure with violin. Thank You, God, for this wonderful blessing. May I play for Your glory and honor...above all!♥~thl
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