It's a love/hate relationship. I love working out. I hate missing it. I love some routines. I dread others. I love the sense of accomplishment. I get frustrated when I don't accomplish it. I love seeing results. I become discouraged when results don't appear rapidly.
Isn't life a like that? We enjoy this journey, well, some of it. We realize life is a gift. Life's responsibilities and concerns become overwhelming. We love the celebrations. Our hearts ache in between some celebrations. We appreciate our jobs. We wish we didn't have to work so much. We cherish special moments. We feel stuck in ordinary ones.
At the end of a very long, tough, frustrating day, I love to walk out on our deck and look toward the skies. I enjoy the beauty, peace and entirely different perspective. Removing my focus from all that's around me to Who is with me...changes everything. He made the stars...the moon...the skies...and so much more than we see or know. He has a greater view...a greater plan...a greater knowledge and a greater purpose. And He has promised to love me, be with me and take me to live with Him someday!
Yes, this journey is challenging. But we have His Presence, Protection and Promises. We may not enjoy each step...but we can certainly cling to Him as the path unfolds. Knowing His promises are true...makes each step toward Home so much sweeter.♥~thl
"You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever." Psalm 23: 5>6
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
His Protection...
It was the best insult I received...so far. While our children were growing up, I was questioned, criticized, discussed and degraded. Oh, I survived. Yet I smiled inwardly when someone told me I was "overly protective."
Our children fell off their bikes, skinned their knees, felt bee stings, caught colds and...oh my...as children of a minister and a teacher/counselor...they didn't always make straight "A"s! (Silent gasp!) They also survived! They felt heartache, loss, pain and disappointment many times. While "overly protected," they somehow managed to experience life's blessings and burdens.
One thing is for certain. They always knew they were loved. They didn't always understand our plans, boundaries, thoughts or decisions. They certainly didn't always agree with us. Yet there was no doubt that we loved them. Part of loving them meant protecting them. Part of loving them also means allowing them to learn independence and life lessons. Yet they know that our love for them is genuine...unconditional...and present.
Many times I have endured falls, wounds, stings, illness...and imperfect assessments. Heartache, loss, pain and disappointment are no strangers, either. Life has certainly held countless blessings and unexpected burdens along the way.
One thing is for certain. God still loves me...genuinely, protectively, unconditionally. No matter what happens within me or around me, I know He is with me...holding me...protecting me...and loving me. I will never be a perfect parent. But if my life somehow teaches our children that they are never alone, always loved and in the precious hands of God, I will be grateful. Thank You, God, for Your continued love, patience, Presence and protection.♥~thl
"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me." Psalm 23: 4
Our children fell off their bikes, skinned their knees, felt bee stings, caught colds and...oh my...as children of a minister and a teacher/counselor...they didn't always make straight "A"s! (Silent gasp!) They also survived! They felt heartache, loss, pain and disappointment many times. While "overly protected," they somehow managed to experience life's blessings and burdens.
One thing is for certain. They always knew they were loved. They didn't always understand our plans, boundaries, thoughts or decisions. They certainly didn't always agree with us. Yet there was no doubt that we loved them. Part of loving them meant protecting them. Part of loving them also means allowing them to learn independence and life lessons. Yet they know that our love for them is genuine...unconditional...and present.
Many times I have endured falls, wounds, stings, illness...and imperfect assessments. Heartache, loss, pain and disappointment are no strangers, either. Life has certainly held countless blessings and unexpected burdens along the way.
One thing is for certain. God still loves me...genuinely, protectively, unconditionally. No matter what happens within me or around me, I know He is with me...holding me...protecting me...and loving me. I will never be a perfect parent. But if my life somehow teaches our children that they are never alone, always loved and in the precious hands of God, I will be grateful. Thank You, God, for Your continued love, patience, Presence and protection.♥~thl
"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me." Psalm 23: 4
Monday, April 28, 2014
His Presence...
My heart aches for my family on nights like this. Storms are marching through our area. Heavy rain continues to fall. Yet my husband is at work. Our daughter is at her home. Our son is at his apartment near the university. I wish I could be with each of them, taking care of them, talking with them, making sure they have all they need.
Then I remember. My heart is with them. But God is holding them in His arms when I cannot hold them in mine. He is with them, watching them, caring for them, loving them.
He is also with me. I am not afraid to be alone. I suppose that's because I realize I am really never alone. He holds my family...and me...together...through darkest nights, strongest storms and uncertain futures.
Thank You, God, for Your enduring Presence.<3~thl
"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside quiet waters, He restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for His Name's sake." Psalm 23: 1>3
Then I remember. My heart is with them. But God is holding them in His arms when I cannot hold them in mine. He is with them, watching them, caring for them, loving them.
He is also with me. I am not afraid to be alone. I suppose that's because I realize I am really never alone. He holds my family...and me...together...through darkest nights, strongest storms and uncertain futures.
Thank You, God, for Your enduring Presence.<3~thl
"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside quiet waters, He restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for His Name's sake." Psalm 23: 1>3
Held by Him...
Thank You, God, for holding me in weak times, stormy times, uncertain times and sunny times. Knowing You embrace me each moment makes this journey worthwhile. May I never lose sight of Your love and faithful Presence.♥~thl
Isaiah 26: 3
Isaiah 26: 3
Saturday, April 26, 2014
Resting in the pause...
It was supposed to be a day of great accomplishment.
Errands. Chores. Church service. Dinner out with family.
After running some errands, we arrived home.
I crashed. I ached. I rested. I remained home.
Family came home with take-out meal.
Accomplishments were few. Love endured.
My life is supposed to be a journey of accomplishment.
Goals. Dreams. Honoring Him. Time with loved ones.
Sometimes I reach a goal or so. Then I unexpectedly pause.
I crash. I ache. I rest in His arms. I remain there.
He holds me, heals me, restores me, refreshes me.
My accomplishments may be few. But His love endures.
Thank You, God, for times of rest in Your arms.
Thank You for loving me...anyway.♥~thl
"Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from Him."
Psalm 62: 5
Errands. Chores. Church service. Dinner out with family.
After running some errands, we arrived home.
I crashed. I ached. I rested. I remained home.
Family came home with take-out meal.
Accomplishments were few. Love endured.
My life is supposed to be a journey of accomplishment.
Goals. Dreams. Honoring Him. Time with loved ones.
Sometimes I reach a goal or so. Then I unexpectedly pause.
I crash. I ache. I rest in His arms. I remain there.
He holds me, heals me, restores me, refreshes me.
My accomplishments may be few. But His love endures.
Thank You, God, for times of rest in Your arms.
Thank You for loving me...anyway.♥~thl
"Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from Him."
Psalm 62: 5
Friday, April 25, 2014
The little things...
Tonight I am thankful for the little things...
A friend's call of genuine concern,
A family who doesn't complain,
Someone who said "thank you,"
Laughter at just the right time,
Music that soothes my soul,
Water that quinches my thirst,
Sharing life with loved ones,
Puppies to hold and hug,
The sound of a parent's voice,
Notes from Church friends,
Peace when I need it most,
Love that endures,
Rest for a weary body,
Signs of spring,
His hope that remains.
Thank You, God, for all these "little things"
Which are precious gifts from You.♥~thl
"Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!" Philippians 4: 4
A friend's call of genuine concern,
A family who doesn't complain,
Someone who said "thank you,"
Laughter at just the right time,
Music that soothes my soul,
Water that quinches my thirst,
Sharing life with loved ones,
Puppies to hold and hug,
The sound of a parent's voice,
Notes from Church friends,
Peace when I need it most,
Love that endures,
Rest for a weary body,
Signs of spring,
His hope that remains.
Thank You, God, for all these "little things"
Which are precious gifts from You.♥~thl
"Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!" Philippians 4: 4
Even when...trusting Him...
When question outnumber answers,
When strength is less than required,
When pain is strong and days are long,
When those who say they care aren't there,
When blessings are present and burdens are too,
When God's timetable is far different than ours,
When goals seem unmet and unreal,
When heartaches surround us,
When criticism points toward us,
When life's challenges overwhelm us,
When we reach the end of our rope
And ask Him what we should do...
I am thankful that He responds simply.
I am grateful for His patience and love.
I am listening each moment as He asks me to trust Him.
I hold onto Him...as He carries me through.♥~thl
"Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer." Romans 12: 12
When strength is less than required,
When pain is strong and days are long,
When those who say they care aren't there,
When blessings are present and burdens are too,
When God's timetable is far different than ours,
When goals seem unmet and unreal,
When heartaches surround us,
When criticism points toward us,
When life's challenges overwhelm us,
When we reach the end of our rope
And ask Him what we should do...
I am thankful that He responds simply.
I am grateful for His patience and love.
I am listening each moment as He asks me to trust Him.
I hold onto Him...as He carries me through.♥~thl
"Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer." Romans 12: 12
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Batter up...catcher down...
"Some people are hurting so bad you have to do more than preach a message to them. You have to BE a message to them." (Twitter quote)
It was a warm Sunday afternoon during my childhood. With five children, including four sons, my parents wisely played some type of family game each week. Whether we played softball, football or other games, one specific Sunday afternoon remains unforgettable.
Except for tennis, I did not do well in sports. Sunday afternoon games were fun but I would much rather have been riding horseback or playing piano. Being left-handed in softball didn't help like it did when playing tennis. If I hit the softball...well...let's just say first base was its usual direction. However, I could wear a catcher's mitt and catch softballs slightly better. This particular Sunday, I stood behind the batter as the appointed catcher. I was quite content until...it happened. I don't remember who was batting. Yet when that bat was swung...it kept on swinging...right into my abdomen. To this day, I vividly recall those terrifying moments on the ground, gasping and wondering if I would ever breathe again. I remember the soothing response of my parents, kneeling down beside me, keeping me calm...giving me hope. Finally, I was able to breathe again. I courageously returned to my sacrificial catcher position...only to soon become the recipient of a bat swinging across my forehead. That definitely ended my catcher career.
Most of us have had the breath knocked out of us literally and/or figuratively. It's frightening and painful as seconds seem like hours as we attempt to recover. Reflecting on how my parents handled the bat injuries to my abdomen and head that memorable day, I realize something very important. They didn't order me to breathe or regain consciousness. They didn't preach at me about the need to recover. They didn't condemn, criticize, degrade or ignore me. Their calm, supportive and concerned presence shared necessary peace and assurance. They consistently cared...genuinely loved...and never left my side.
Much too often, I have witnessed...and experienced..."preached messages" to someone physically, emotionally, mentally or spiritually lying on the ground, gasping for breath. It deepens pain and widens wounds. Yet I thank God for precious, dear, genuine friends who LIVE the message of love, truth and hope and care enough to stay by the sides of the hurting. They never walk away. Their consistent, compassionate and Christ-centered love promotes peace, hope and healing.
May His message be shared through our actions more than words. People don't care what we know until they know that we care.♥~thl (Romans 12: 15>18)
It was a warm Sunday afternoon during my childhood. With five children, including four sons, my parents wisely played some type of family game each week. Whether we played softball, football or other games, one specific Sunday afternoon remains unforgettable.
Except for tennis, I did not do well in sports. Sunday afternoon games were fun but I would much rather have been riding horseback or playing piano. Being left-handed in softball didn't help like it did when playing tennis. If I hit the softball...well...let's just say first base was its usual direction. However, I could wear a catcher's mitt and catch softballs slightly better. This particular Sunday, I stood behind the batter as the appointed catcher. I was quite content until...it happened. I don't remember who was batting. Yet when that bat was swung...it kept on swinging...right into my abdomen. To this day, I vividly recall those terrifying moments on the ground, gasping and wondering if I would ever breathe again. I remember the soothing response of my parents, kneeling down beside me, keeping me calm...giving me hope. Finally, I was able to breathe again. I courageously returned to my sacrificial catcher position...only to soon become the recipient of a bat swinging across my forehead. That definitely ended my catcher career.
Most of us have had the breath knocked out of us literally and/or figuratively. It's frightening and painful as seconds seem like hours as we attempt to recover. Reflecting on how my parents handled the bat injuries to my abdomen and head that memorable day, I realize something very important. They didn't order me to breathe or regain consciousness. They didn't preach at me about the need to recover. They didn't condemn, criticize, degrade or ignore me. Their calm, supportive and concerned presence shared necessary peace and assurance. They consistently cared...genuinely loved...and never left my side.
Much too often, I have witnessed...and experienced..."preached messages" to someone physically, emotionally, mentally or spiritually lying on the ground, gasping for breath. It deepens pain and widens wounds. Yet I thank God for precious, dear, genuine friends who LIVE the message of love, truth and hope and care enough to stay by the sides of the hurting. They never walk away. Their consistent, compassionate and Christ-centered love promotes peace, hope and healing.
May His message be shared through our actions more than words. People don't care what we know until they know that we care.♥~thl (Romans 12: 15>18)
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Unexpected friends...
Another busy weekend is over. What an incredible weekend that included family, friends, celebration, music and hope!
Yet this weekend brought another unexpected blessing. I never imagined how much friends...including some new friends...would touch my heart...and teach me about His love.
Singing in four services was very enjoyable. Being around friends we had not seen often since Christmas was exciting. Realizing that these friends truly cared...was inspiring.
Due to recent injuries and circumstances, the weekend brought a few unforeseen challenges. But thanks be to God, these precious sisters cared...noticed...extended their hands, hugs and prayers...and together, we had an incredible time praising Him!
These sweet friends smiled, served, loved and cared....unselfishly! They didn't look down on me. They didn't pity me. They simply loved each other...including me. Some haven't known me that long...but they still cared! I saw love, laughter, sincerity and generosity among them. I saw compassion and concern. I saw Jesus in them!
So...to Lori, Sandy, Rebecca, Beth, Dorothy, Dana, Susan, Von, Hannah, Nicki, Johnetta and all of the LCC family who so beautifully shared Him last weekend...even to an "ole choir gal"...thank you! Your hearts, hands, hugs and huge reflection of Him touched my heart more than you may realize. I thank Him for you and our LCC family.♥~thl
"Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love." Ephesians 4: 2
Yet this weekend brought another unexpected blessing. I never imagined how much friends...including some new friends...would touch my heart...and teach me about His love.
Singing in four services was very enjoyable. Being around friends we had not seen often since Christmas was exciting. Realizing that these friends truly cared...was inspiring.
Due to recent injuries and circumstances, the weekend brought a few unforeseen challenges. But thanks be to God, these precious sisters cared...noticed...extended their hands, hugs and prayers...and together, we had an incredible time praising Him!
These sweet friends smiled, served, loved and cared....unselfishly! They didn't look down on me. They didn't pity me. They simply loved each other...including me. Some haven't known me that long...but they still cared! I saw love, laughter, sincerity and generosity among them. I saw compassion and concern. I saw Jesus in them!
So...to Lori, Sandy, Rebecca, Beth, Dorothy, Dana, Susan, Von, Hannah, Nicki, Johnetta and all of the LCC family who so beautifully shared Him last weekend...even to an "ole choir gal"...thank you! Your hearts, hands, hugs and huge reflection of Him touched my heart more than you may realize. I thank Him for you and our LCC family.♥~thl
"Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love." Ephesians 4: 2
Monday, April 21, 2014
Plants and purpose...
It's that time of year. Our plants have been moved to the deck along with our outdoor furniture. As I worked outside tonight, plans for more flowers and a trip to the greenhouse began to develop. I call it "dirt therapy" and I absolutely love the joy of watching, nurturing and observing the amazing miracle God has given us in nature.
Although it's a very small role in caring for His beautiful flowers, plants, trees and gardens, I am reminded of His faithful concern for us. He sees beauty before it is ever recognized by others. He sees potential growth long before it happens. He knows needs and meets them. In perfect timing, brilliant, fragrant, unmatchable loveliness unfolds and His powerful Presence is reflected once more.
May my life...and all of its awkward, imperfect, blemished appearance...someday, somehow...also become a reflection of His love, grace, mercy and hope. May each remaining moment I have be used by Him and for Him. May this very simple life become a totally surrendered vessel for the One Who knows me and loves me...anyway.♥~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 a s a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God." Ephesians 5: 1>2
Although it's a very small role in caring for His beautiful flowers, plants, trees and gardens, I am reminded of His faithful concern for us. He sees beauty before it is ever recognized by others. He sees potential growth long before it happens. He knows needs and meets them. In perfect timing, brilliant, fragrant, unmatchable loveliness unfolds and His powerful Presence is reflected once more.
May my life...and all of its awkward, imperfect, blemished appearance...someday, somehow...also become a reflection of His love, grace, mercy and hope. May each remaining moment I have be used by Him and for Him. May this very simple life become a totally surrendered vessel for the One Who knows me and loves me...anyway.♥~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 a s a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God." Ephesians 5: 1>2
Because...
Because He lives...I can face my past...my present...my future. Because He lives, there is healing, hope and a heavenly Home. Because He lives, this journey continues...and I am never alone!♥~thl Romans 8: 31>38
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Silence....
Silence. Deafening silence. Crowds gone. Crucifixion complete. His body buried. Silence. Frightening, mysterious, unexpected silence.
Tears...silently streaming down faces of those who loved Him, who followed Him, whose lives were changed by Him. Sobs...painfully silenced.
Silence...externally. Turmoil internally. Why did this happen? What now? Where do we go from here? How will we go on? Unanswered questions. Shocked by tragedy. Fearful uncertainty.
I can't imagine the intensity of that day for Jesus' followers. Scriptures say very little about the day after Jesus' burial.
I am acquainted with silence. Deafening silence. Others gone. Pain buried. Frightening, unexpected, heartbreaking silence. Hidden tears. Silent sobs. Unanswered questions. Uncertainty.
Yet I am reminded that even when God is silent, He is not absent. One day, His Son is crucified. A very silent day follows. The next day...everything changes...forever.
Silence. Waiting. Listening. Anticipating. Hoping. Believing. Trusting. Even in silence. God is not absent. His love continues. His Presence and Power remain. I do not know. But I know Who does. I hold onto Him...as He holds onto me...especially in the silence. ♥~thl
Tears...silently streaming down faces of those who loved Him, who followed Him, whose lives were changed by Him. Sobs...painfully silenced.
Silence...externally. Turmoil internally. Why did this happen? What now? Where do we go from here? How will we go on? Unanswered questions. Shocked by tragedy. Fearful uncertainty.
I can't imagine the intensity of that day for Jesus' followers. Scriptures say very little about the day after Jesus' burial.
I am acquainted with silence. Deafening silence. Others gone. Pain buried. Frightening, unexpected, heartbreaking silence. Hidden tears. Silent sobs. Unanswered questions. Uncertainty.
Yet I am reminded that even when God is silent, He is not absent. One day, His Son is crucified. A very silent day follows. The next day...everything changes...forever.
Silence. Waiting. Listening. Anticipating. Hoping. Believing. Trusting. Even in silence. God is not absent. His love continues. His Presence and Power remain. I do not know. But I know Who does. I hold onto Him...as He holds onto me...especially in the silence. ♥~thl
Friday, April 18, 2014
Light in darkness
There were no night lights in our house during my childhood. Actually they didn't seem necesssary at the time. On a moon kissed night, a beautiful glow illuminated the mountains, sky, creek and surrounding landscape. During warm weather, my bedroom window was open while the gentle, flowing "branch" water soothed me to sleep. Night time was more peaceful than fearful.
Times have changed. We use soft lighting inside and outside our homes. We rarely sleep with windows open. Doors are locked with alarms on alert. We are uncomfortable with darkness. We seem more fearful than peaceful.
Yet darkness often exceeds night time on this journey. Life often brings more stress, suffering and struggles than we care to express. Sometimes life pulls us down, pulls us apart, or pulls us away from all we have ever known.
I often think about the darkness that occurred when Jesus hung on a cross. As He suffered, struggled and bore the weight of all sin, He faced immeasurable darkness.
"It was now about the sixth hour, and darkness came over the whole land until the ninth hour, for the sun stopped shining. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two. Jesus called out with a loud voice, 'Father into Your hands I commit my spirit.' When He had said this, He breathed His last. The centurion, seeing what had happened, praised God and said, 'Surely this was a righteous man.'" Luke 23: 44>47
In the middle of excruciating pain, extreme darkness and impending death, Jesus remembered. He remembered love, which held Him there. He remembered His Father, calling out with a loud voice, as He surrendered Himself completely. He remembered to live each moment, even His last, for God. The centurion observed Jesus during the most horrible, dark and painful moments of His life and death. And the centurion praised God in affirmation.
May moments of darkness in this life remind me to love continually and live authentically for my Risen Lord. May He be the Light of our lives.♥~thl
Times have changed. We use soft lighting inside and outside our homes. We rarely sleep with windows open. Doors are locked with alarms on alert. We are uncomfortable with darkness. We seem more fearful than peaceful.
Yet darkness often exceeds night time on this journey. Life often brings more stress, suffering and struggles than we care to express. Sometimes life pulls us down, pulls us apart, or pulls us away from all we have ever known.
I often think about the darkness that occurred when Jesus hung on a cross. As He suffered, struggled and bore the weight of all sin, He faced immeasurable darkness.
"It was now about the sixth hour, and darkness came over the whole land until the ninth hour, for the sun stopped shining. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two. Jesus called out with a loud voice, 'Father into Your hands I commit my spirit.' When He had said this, He breathed His last. The centurion, seeing what had happened, praised God and said, 'Surely this was a righteous man.'" Luke 23: 44>47
In the middle of excruciating pain, extreme darkness and impending death, Jesus remembered. He remembered love, which held Him there. He remembered His Father, calling out with a loud voice, as He surrendered Himself completely. He remembered to live each moment, even His last, for God. The centurion observed Jesus during the most horrible, dark and painful moments of His life and death. And the centurion praised God in affirmation.
May moments of darkness in this life remind me to love continually and live authentically for my Risen Lord. May He be the Light of our lives.♥~thl
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Night vision...
I don't usually drive at night. If I do, it must be familiar territory. But I drove to choir rehearsal tonight. I even backed into a parking space without incident! When it was time to leave, I felt peaceful, anticipating a relaxing evening. Yet everything looked blurry when I put on my glasses to drive home. I chuckled when I realized I was wearing my reading glasses instead of distance glasses. I saw much clearer once I had the proper perspective. My husband reminded me to turn on the lights, as well. Daytime running lights are nice, but insufficient for my thirty-minute drive home in the dark.
Our life journey often seems quite blurry, dark and uncertain, too. We don't see the entire perspective from our point of view. We have no idea what lies before us. It can be frightening, stressful and even lonely. What a comfort to know that we do not travel alone.
After Jesus' arrest, He was questioned. During this extremely difficult time, however, Jesus remained focused. He knew Who He was, Who He served and where His future led.
"...Again the high priest asked Him, 'Are You the Christ, the Son of the Blessed One?' 'I am,' said Jesus, 'And you will see the Son of Man sitting at the right hand of the Mighty One and coming on the clouds of heaven.'" Mark 14: 61 > 62
In the middle of great adversity, Jesus firmly adhered to the truth. He was God's Son. He was following God's purpose. And He realized the hope of Heaven. Even facing death, He knew the end of His life on earth was not the end of life with His Father.
When life seem uncertain, there is joy in knowing He is with us. He lights our way with strength and purpose. He gives us hope when our perspective finds none. May we cling to Him as we journey toward Home.♥~thl
Our life journey often seems quite blurry, dark and uncertain, too. We don't see the entire perspective from our point of view. We have no idea what lies before us. It can be frightening, stressful and even lonely. What a comfort to know that we do not travel alone.
After Jesus' arrest, He was questioned. During this extremely difficult time, however, Jesus remained focused. He knew Who He was, Who He served and where His future led.
"...Again the high priest asked Him, 'Are You the Christ, the Son of the Blessed One?' 'I am,' said Jesus, 'And you will see the Son of Man sitting at the right hand of the Mighty One and coming on the clouds of heaven.'" Mark 14: 61 > 62
In the middle of great adversity, Jesus firmly adhered to the truth. He was God's Son. He was following God's purpose. And He realized the hope of Heaven. Even facing death, He knew the end of His life on earth was not the end of life with His Father.
When life seem uncertain, there is joy in knowing He is with us. He lights our way with strength and purpose. He gives us hope when our perspective finds none. May we cling to Him as we journey toward Home.♥~thl
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Unimaginable...yet incredible...
Many times...well...most of the time, God has allowed me to be in situations I never imagined. Never. I never imagined I would leave the mountains of Virginia, go to college, marry a minister, have children and become a permanent resident of the Commonwealth of Kentucky. But it happened.
I never imagined I would find myself in other life circumstances, either. I never imagined the shocks, surprises, disappointments, losses, pain, struggles, uncertainties and devastation life could bring. I was definitely aware of the realities of life. But there is so much that I never thought could happen. But it did.
Yet our Lord came to this earth certainly knowing what would happen to Him. I can't imagine leaving the beauty of Heaven, the majestic eternal Presence of God and the royal role Jesus had...to arrive, live, grow serve, teach and die here. But He did.
Why? Because that's what love does. But it wasn't easy.
As the time approached, Jesus prayed...openly, intensely, repeatedly, sorrowfully yet in full surrender. It was horrendous situation. But He faced it.
"Going a little farther, He fell with His face to the ground and prayed, 'My Father, if it is possible, may this cup be taken from Me. Yet not as I will, but as You will.'" Matthew 26: 39
Again.
"He went away a second time and prayed, 'My Father, if it is not possible for this cup to be taken away unless I drink it, may Your will be done.'" Matthew 26: 42
And again.
"So He left them and went away once more and prayed the third time, saying the same thing." Matthew 26: 44
He knew, loved, trusted and accepted what had to be done. And He did it.
May the rest of my journey...imaginable or unimaginable...always focus on Him and His incredible love.♥~thl
I never imagined I would find myself in other life circumstances, either. I never imagined the shocks, surprises, disappointments, losses, pain, struggles, uncertainties and devastation life could bring. I was definitely aware of the realities of life. But there is so much that I never thought could happen. But it did.
Yet our Lord came to this earth certainly knowing what would happen to Him. I can't imagine leaving the beauty of Heaven, the majestic eternal Presence of God and the royal role Jesus had...to arrive, live, grow serve, teach and die here. But He did.
Why? Because that's what love does. But it wasn't easy.
As the time approached, Jesus prayed...openly, intensely, repeatedly, sorrowfully yet in full surrender. It was horrendous situation. But He faced it.
"Going a little farther, He fell with His face to the ground and prayed, 'My Father, if it is possible, may this cup be taken from Me. Yet not as I will, but as You will.'" Matthew 26: 39
Again.
"He went away a second time and prayed, 'My Father, if it is not possible for this cup to be taken away unless I drink it, may Your will be done.'" Matthew 26: 42
And again.
"So He left them and went away once more and prayed the third time, saying the same thing." Matthew 26: 44
He knew, loved, trusted and accepted what had to be done. And He did it.
May the rest of my journey...imaginable or unimaginable...always focus on Him and His incredible love.♥~thl
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
friends or Friend...
It deeply troubles me. We have all experienced it. We have "friends" who say they care...love us...know where we are when they need us...and are very willing to accept our help. Yet...when our hearts are aching...our backs are breaking...and we need them...they are nowhere to be found.
Busy. Distant. Unavailable. Gone.
Then I remember. I consider the countless people Jesus healed, fed, taught, touched and loved. He gave and gave and gave...continually. I wonder...how many of those same people He helped later shouted "Crucify Him" among the crowd. I imagine He looked out and saw eyes He had made to see. Bodies He had made to walk. Hearts He had given hope. Brokenness He had mended. Lives He had restored. Yet they later shouted for His death.
Rejection. Abandonment. Betrayal. Ingratitude. Isolation. Forgotten. Forsaken.
How difficult it is to realize that some of our "friends" aren't really friends after all. How unfathomable to learn that He still loves someone as undeserving as me...even enough to die for me. May I remember that how I treat others...reflects my love for Him.♥~thl
"The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of Mine, you did for me.'" "He will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for Me.'" Matthew 25: 40, 45
Busy. Distant. Unavailable. Gone.
Then I remember. I consider the countless people Jesus healed, fed, taught, touched and loved. He gave and gave and gave...continually. I wonder...how many of those same people He helped later shouted "Crucify Him" among the crowd. I imagine He looked out and saw eyes He had made to see. Bodies He had made to walk. Hearts He had given hope. Brokenness He had mended. Lives He had restored. Yet they later shouted for His death.
Rejection. Abandonment. Betrayal. Ingratitude. Isolation. Forgotten. Forsaken.
How difficult it is to realize that some of our "friends" aren't really friends after all. How unfathomable to learn that He still loves someone as undeserving as me...even enough to die for me. May I remember that how I treat others...reflects my love for Him.♥~thl
"The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of Mine, you did for me.'" "He will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for Me.'" Matthew 25: 40, 45
Monday, April 14, 2014
He sees...
It has always touches my heart to know that Jesus, the perfect, loving, Son of God...wept. Scripture shares that He did. I often wonder how many times He privately wept...when no one else was watching. I imagine tears streamed down His face many more times than we will ever know. I also imagine that tears also privately swelled within His heart many more times than anyone will ever know. But this I do believe. Each tear He cried...publicly, privately, outwardly or inwardly, was tenderly, lovingly recognized by His Father. I am amazed that He loves me enough to notice my tears, too.♥~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
"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
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Hold on...
Sometimes...all we can do is hold on...to Him, through Him, for Him, with Him.
I am so thankful that He always holds onto me...and never lets go.♥~thl
"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
I am so thankful that He always holds onto me...and never lets go.♥~thl
"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
Saturday, April 12, 2014
A cup of water...
I wonder...how many times do I show love with others for Him? Many are so very thirsty for love and kindness. May we share His love faithfully, authentically and consistently.♥~thl
"I tell you the truth, anyone who gives you a cup of water in My Name because you belong to Christ will certainly not lose his reward." Mark 9: 41
Friday, April 11, 2014
His Glorious Creation...in our own yard...
Thursday, April 10, 2014
After a fall...
It's happened three times in ten days. After a back injury during my teen years, I am somewhat used to back issues. Yet when I recently began having trouble walking and standing, I couldn't imagine why.
Each additional time I fell, however, I began to understand more clearly. While playing with our six month old puppies, who are now larger than some full grown dogs, I fell onto the ground, landing on my back.
Pain was minimal at first. In fact, our puppies considered my falls a "game" and lovingly tackled and kissed me as soon as I hit the ground. I enjoyed playing with them while I was down and didn't think too much about it...until later.
I began thinking. Isn't life like that? We walk through life enjoying the moments. We count blessings, acknowledge each another, work hard, play well and pray daily. Then, we fall. Perhaps it involves work, home, church, family or friends. We may initially feel minimal pain. We shrug it off, get back up and move on..maybe. Maybe that's the impression we give. Maybe we are hurting deeply. Maybe others weren't as friendly as our puppies after our fall. Maybe, instead of approaches of concern...they criticized us...or walked away...or were too busy to notice...or care...or help. Maybe after a few more falls, we find our journey more painful than enjoyable.
Maybe we see others fall...or hurt...or limp...or walk more hesitantly than before. Maybe we should approach them...love them...help them recover. Maybe those of us who have fallen remember how much it meant when someone helped us. Maybe...it's time to care more about the fallen, broken, hurting, weary and weak. May He be reflected through our lives as we reach up to Him, reach down to those struggling and reach out to others with His love.♥~thl
"Therefore, encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing." 1 Thessalonians 5: 11
Each additional time I fell, however, I began to understand more clearly. While playing with our six month old puppies, who are now larger than some full grown dogs, I fell onto the ground, landing on my back.
Pain was minimal at first. In fact, our puppies considered my falls a "game" and lovingly tackled and kissed me as soon as I hit the ground. I enjoyed playing with them while I was down and didn't think too much about it...until later.
I began thinking. Isn't life like that? We walk through life enjoying the moments. We count blessings, acknowledge each another, work hard, play well and pray daily. Then, we fall. Perhaps it involves work, home, church, family or friends. We may initially feel minimal pain. We shrug it off, get back up and move on..maybe. Maybe that's the impression we give. Maybe we are hurting deeply. Maybe others weren't as friendly as our puppies after our fall. Maybe, instead of approaches of concern...they criticized us...or walked away...or were too busy to notice...or care...or help. Maybe after a few more falls, we find our journey more painful than enjoyable.
Maybe we see others fall...or hurt...or limp...or walk more hesitantly than before. Maybe we should approach them...love them...help them recover. Maybe those of us who have fallen remember how much it meant when someone helped us. Maybe...it's time to care more about the fallen, broken, hurting, weary and weak. May He be reflected through our lives as we reach up to Him, reach down to those struggling and reach out to others with His love.♥~thl
"Therefore, encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing." 1 Thessalonians 5: 11
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
No one's a nobody...
"One of the greatest diseases is to be nobody to anybody." (Mother Teresa)
If someone had told me years ago that someday we could communicate with people around the world as we do today, I would have been skeptical. Not only would we be able to send typed emails and texts, but we would actually see and hear the other person during the communication via computers and cell phones. I can't imagine the excitement I would have felt learning how easy, accessible and influential technology would someday offer.
If someone would have also told me that when that amazing technology arrives, there would be people feeling alone, disconnected, isolated or insignificant, I would have felt tremendous sadness. How can a world of such advanced technology omit the presence, purpose and value of any life?
But it happens. Frequently. Daily. Tragically. The difference is that although technology makes us more accessible, it doesn't make our hearts more available. Reaching someone in various locations is vastly different than reaching lives with life-changing love and hope.
I pray that we invest more time being available to care than being accessible to call. No one should ever feel like a nobody.♥~thl
"Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves." Romans 12: 10
If someone had told me years ago that someday we could communicate with people around the world as we do today, I would have been skeptical. Not only would we be able to send typed emails and texts, but we would actually see and hear the other person during the communication via computers and cell phones. I can't imagine the excitement I would have felt learning how easy, accessible and influential technology would someday offer.
If someone would have also told me that when that amazing technology arrives, there would be people feeling alone, disconnected, isolated or insignificant, I would have felt tremendous sadness. How can a world of such advanced technology omit the presence, purpose and value of any life?
But it happens. Frequently. Daily. Tragically. The difference is that although technology makes us more accessible, it doesn't make our hearts more available. Reaching someone in various locations is vastly different than reaching lives with life-changing love and hope.
I pray that we invest more time being available to care than being accessible to call. No one should ever feel like a nobody.♥~thl
"Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves." Romans 12: 10
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
His way...
Restless, wondering, searching, believing, questioning, hoping, seeking, knowing, asking. Sound familiar? Certainty, uncertainty, overwhelmed, understood, misunderstood, surrounded, isolated. Sometimes life is so simple. Sometimes life is vastly complicated.
I ask God for specific direction. He asks me to trust Him. I ask Him for doors to open. He asks me to follow Him. I ask Him for a five-year-plan. He asks me to seek Him first. I become frustrated. He still loves me. I want to make a difference for Him in my remaining days. He asks me to be still and know that He is God.
My questions. His ways. My life. His creation. I wait. He leads. I trust. He loves.♥~thl
"If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there Your hand will guide me, Your right hand will hold me fast." Psalm 139: 9>10
I ask God for specific direction. He asks me to trust Him. I ask Him for doors to open. He asks me to follow Him. I ask Him for a five-year-plan. He asks me to seek Him first. I become frustrated. He still loves me. I want to make a difference for Him in my remaining days. He asks me to be still and know that He is God.
My questions. His ways. My life. His creation. I wait. He leads. I trust. He loves.♥~thl
"If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there Your hand will guide me, Your right hand will hold me fast." Psalm 139: 9>10
Another year...
Monday, April 7, 2014
Holding hands up...
Considering my hands during a busy day isn't common...until today. My hands performed ordinary tasks such as: brushing teeth, managing a shower, preparing meals, handling laundry, playing piano, typing on laptop, texting family and playing with puppies.
Unexpected moments soon arrived. While pouring tea into a tall glass, a very large piece broke away and landed in my hand. It was several inches long and a couple inches wide, with very sharp edges. I remained calm while tea rushed onto the floor. I called for my husband, who was shocked to see the large, v-shaped fragment still resting in the palm of my hand. Fortunately there were no scratches, cuts or shards embedded in my flesh.
Later walking our puppies, I noticed mud covering the same hand that earlier held broken glass. I chuckled as I considered what my hand had experienced in one day. Immediately, one of our sweet puppies noticed the mud and began cleaning it very intensely. I assured him I would wash it soon but he lovingly, meticulously and thoroughly continued until he considered the job complete.
I began thinking. Isn't life like that? We expect ordinary moments. But then something breaks and we watch our lives crash onto the floor, knowing we can't handle it alone. Or we think all is well only to look down and see yet another stain covering us, which will take much work to remove.
Then God reaches out to us...heals our brokenness...cleanses our stains...and helps us realize His Presence, love and grace...during both ordinary and unexpected moments. Perhaps the most wonderful and fitting place for me...is reaching up to Him as He reaches out for me.♥~thl
"I spread out my hands to You; my soul thirsts for You like a parched land. Selah." Psalm 143: 6
Unexpected moments soon arrived. While pouring tea into a tall glass, a very large piece broke away and landed in my hand. It was several inches long and a couple inches wide, with very sharp edges. I remained calm while tea rushed onto the floor. I called for my husband, who was shocked to see the large, v-shaped fragment still resting in the palm of my hand. Fortunately there were no scratches, cuts or shards embedded in my flesh.
Later walking our puppies, I noticed mud covering the same hand that earlier held broken glass. I chuckled as I considered what my hand had experienced in one day. Immediately, one of our sweet puppies noticed the mud and began cleaning it very intensely. I assured him I would wash it soon but he lovingly, meticulously and thoroughly continued until he considered the job complete.
I began thinking. Isn't life like that? We expect ordinary moments. But then something breaks and we watch our lives crash onto the floor, knowing we can't handle it alone. Or we think all is well only to look down and see yet another stain covering us, which will take much work to remove.
Then God reaches out to us...heals our brokenness...cleanses our stains...and helps us realize His Presence, love and grace...during both ordinary and unexpected moments. Perhaps the most wonderful and fitting place for me...is reaching up to Him as He reaches out for me.♥~thl
"I spread out my hands to You; my soul thirsts for You like a parched land. Selah." Psalm 143: 6
Presence and peace...
Some of my most peaceful moments are simply being still...listening...and realizing His Presence surrounds me.♥~thl
"The Lord be with your spirit. Grace be with you." 2 Timothy 4: 22
"The Lord be with your spirit. Grace be with you." 2 Timothy 4: 22
Saturday, April 5, 2014
Simple thanks...deepest gratitude...
My thoughts are simple. My reasons are countless. In this moment, on this journey, I pause to thank God for those who touch my life so deeply. To those who care when no one else notices...who listen when no one else hears...who encourage when no one else sees...who ask when no one else knows...who pray when no one else is aware...I am deeply grateful. He notices. He listens. He knows. He cares. He loves. He shines through such faithful, precious lives. I am grateful.♥~thl
"I always thank my God as I remember you in my prayers, because I hear about your faith in the Lord Jesus and your love for all the saints." Philemon 4>5
"I always thank my God as I remember you in my prayers, because I hear about your faith in the Lord Jesus and your love for all the saints." Philemon 4>5
Friday, April 4, 2014
A real resemblance...
It has been very interesting over the years. During childhood, I frequently heard how much I "look just like my Dad" in my features and build yet I have "Mom's fair skin and blue eyes." (And they were/are exactly right!) Strangers often commented that they knew exactly who I was because I looked so much like my Dad and Mom.
This now happens in my family. Usually each week....even three times today...I hear "You must be Rachel's Mom! You all look so much alike." (Poor, dear Rachel!) We also hear how much Micah looks like his Dad...or how Rachel resembles her Ohio relatives in build or how much Micah is built like the Huffmans. However it is perceived, people notice family similarities whether in appearance, abilities or other traits.
I began thinking. I wonder how much I resemble my Heavenly Father. How much is He seen in my choices, words, actions, attitude and life? Do I reflect Him at all? Additionally, if I verbally claim to belong to Him, do I represent Him in how I treat others whether friends, family, strangers, wounded lives, shattered souls or the brokenhearted? Does what I say match what I do? Is it possible for someone to observe my life and know exactly who I am because I authentically and consistently resemble Him? Sadly, my life displays more about my choices than the One I claim to love and follow. May His love, grace, mercy, truth and hope become more obvious traits in my life each step of my remaining journey.♥~thl
"This is how we know that we love the children of God: by loving God and carrying out His commands." 1 John 5: 2
This now happens in my family. Usually each week....even three times today...I hear "You must be Rachel's Mom! You all look so much alike." (Poor, dear Rachel!) We also hear how much Micah looks like his Dad...or how Rachel resembles her Ohio relatives in build or how much Micah is built like the Huffmans. However it is perceived, people notice family similarities whether in appearance, abilities or other traits.
I began thinking. I wonder how much I resemble my Heavenly Father. How much is He seen in my choices, words, actions, attitude and life? Do I reflect Him at all? Additionally, if I verbally claim to belong to Him, do I represent Him in how I treat others whether friends, family, strangers, wounded lives, shattered souls or the brokenhearted? Does what I say match what I do? Is it possible for someone to observe my life and know exactly who I am because I authentically and consistently resemble Him? Sadly, my life displays more about my choices than the One I claim to love and follow. May His love, grace, mercy, truth and hope become more obvious traits in my life each step of my remaining journey.♥~thl
"This is how we know that we love the children of God: by loving God and carrying out His commands." 1 John 5: 2
Thursday, April 3, 2014
A Change in plans...
I never imagined...
life would be so uncertain,
time would pass so quickly,
friends would become strangers,
strangers would become friends,
the world would change this much,
my place in this world would change,
what seemed real wasn't,
what was unexpected happened,
hearts could ache so much,
love could mean much more,
home would be away from home,
far away could be so close,
peace could cost everything,
everything could bring no peace,
plans could change in a heartbeat,
a heartbeat could change all plans,
dreams do come true,
truth often changes dreams,
my perfect plans are not His way,
His way becomes the perfect plan.
Thank You, God, for what didn't happen,
for what is and isn't happening, and what will happen
according to Your precious purpose.♥~thl
"Many are the plans in a man's heart, but it is the Lord's purpose that prevails." Proverbs 19: 21
life would be so uncertain,
time would pass so quickly,
friends would become strangers,
strangers would become friends,
the world would change this much,
my place in this world would change,
what seemed real wasn't,
what was unexpected happened,
hearts could ache so much,
love could mean much more,
home would be away from home,
far away could be so close,
peace could cost everything,
everything could bring no peace,
plans could change in a heartbeat,
a heartbeat could change all plans,
dreams do come true,
truth often changes dreams,
my perfect plans are not His way,
His way becomes the perfect plan.
Thank You, God, for what didn't happen,
for what is and isn't happening, and what will happen
according to Your precious purpose.♥~thl
"Many are the plans in a man's heart, but it is the Lord's purpose that prevails." Proverbs 19: 21
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Lullaby of love...
It is one of my favorite memories. While our children were small, it was a tradition to say bedtime prayers and sing a lulluby to them each night. Whatever happened during the day, whether positive or challenging, there was a reserved time for our prayers, lullaby, and good night love and hugs. Somehow, that completed each day more peacefully.
Before our babies were even born, I sang, spoke and read to them. From newborns on, there was no question our children would be held in my arms at the end of the day to listen, love, sing and pray together.
Many times I sincerely wish I could reach up to God as He places me in His arms and holds me in His lap. I long to feel His heart beating, hear His voice speaking, share all my daily cares with Him and then...rest in His arms as He sings me to sleep. I wonder what lullaby God would sing and just how amazing His singing voice would sound to the ears of His children.
Then I remember. He does listen. He does love. He holds me in His arms. He cares about what I experience. He speaks....and He sings to me. Tonight is one of those nights I really want to fall asleep in His arms as God sings His precious lullaby of love.♥~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
Before our babies were even born, I sang, spoke and read to them. From newborns on, there was no question our children would be held in my arms at the end of the day to listen, love, sing and pray together.
Many times I sincerely wish I could reach up to God as He places me in His arms and holds me in His lap. I long to feel His heart beating, hear His voice speaking, share all my daily cares with Him and then...rest in His arms as He sings me to sleep. I wonder what lullaby God would sing and just how amazing His singing voice would sound to the ears of His children.
Then I remember. He does listen. He does love. He holds me in His arms. He cares about what I experience. He speaks....and He sings to me. Tonight is one of those nights I really want to fall asleep in His arms as God sings His precious lullaby of love.♥~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
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Looking up...
One of my favorite places in this world is a place called "The Lookout" on Route 42 in Craig County, Virginia. It is a simple, little roadside area to pull off of the main road on the side of a mountain. Yet the view from that small wayside is anything but simple. It is indescribably beautiful. The county seat town of New Castle is nestled in full view while majestic Blue Ridge mountains surround it as far as the eye can see. It is nothing less than breathtaking.
While growing up in Craig county, I made countless trips up and down Route 42 visiting my Grandmother, attending high school or working at the bank. Sometimes, traveling became so routine that I missed the beauty within plain sight. Other times, if only for a few minutes, I would pull off on the modest parking area and find my perspective immediately changing as I basked in that glorious masterpiece God had placed before me.
Isn't life much like that? It is so easy to become caught up in the daily routines, tasks and challenges that I miss the precious beauty and blessings right in front of me. Instead of focusing on what is most important, I become frustrated when my "world" is out of order. Instead of being grateful for faithful loved ones, I find myself overwhelmed with chores and errands.
Although I don't get to visit "The Lookout" on Route 42 often to view those majestic Virginia mountains, I am still blessed to live in the beautiful rolling hills of Kentucky where God has also placed amazing sunrises and sunsets, incredible starlit skies and wonderful horse farms. Perhaps I should pause more often, look around and above me...and remember a much greater perspective. He is with me. Loved ones remain in my heart. And life is definitely a beautiful gift to cherish each moment.♥~thl
"I lift up my eyes to the hills--where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth." Psalm 121: 1>2
While growing up in Craig county, I made countless trips up and down Route 42 visiting my Grandmother, attending high school or working at the bank. Sometimes, traveling became so routine that I missed the beauty within plain sight. Other times, if only for a few minutes, I would pull off on the modest parking area and find my perspective immediately changing as I basked in that glorious masterpiece God had placed before me.
Isn't life much like that? It is so easy to become caught up in the daily routines, tasks and challenges that I miss the precious beauty and blessings right in front of me. Instead of focusing on what is most important, I become frustrated when my "world" is out of order. Instead of being grateful for faithful loved ones, I find myself overwhelmed with chores and errands.
Although I don't get to visit "The Lookout" on Route 42 often to view those majestic Virginia mountains, I am still blessed to live in the beautiful rolling hills of Kentucky where God has also placed amazing sunrises and sunsets, incredible starlit skies and wonderful horse farms. Perhaps I should pause more often, look around and above me...and remember a much greater perspective. He is with me. Loved ones remain in my heart. And life is definitely a beautiful gift to cherish each moment.♥~thl
"I lift up my eyes to the hills--where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth." Psalm 121: 1>2
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