Royal remembrance...

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

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

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

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

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

An inquiring mind...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Greeting seasons...

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

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

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

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

Daily gifts...

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

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

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

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

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

Voice lessons...

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

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

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

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

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

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

The same One...

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

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

Looking beyond...

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

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

Holding hope....

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

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

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

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

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

Then and now...

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

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

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

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

Beautiful china and antique cookware...

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

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

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

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

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

Simply prayed...

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

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

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

A roof and renewal...

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

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

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

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

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

"I am still confident of this:  I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.  Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord."  Psalm 27: 13>14

Weak but strong...

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

"Do you not know?  Have you not heard?  The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth.  He will not grow tired or weary, and His understanding no one can fathom.  He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.  Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.  They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint."  Isaiah 40: 28>31

Love lost...

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

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

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

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

Only God...

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

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

No words...

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

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

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

Gently used...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Heart protection...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Moments...

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

Dear God, I raise my hands to You.

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

Missing something...

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him Who loved us.  For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord."  Romans 8: 37>39

Memories of music...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Honey habits...

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

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

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

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

Mud and more...

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

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

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

Homesick...

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

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

Daily days...

No reminders are necessary...though appreciated.  I am well aware that each moment of life is an incredible gift.  I know all too well that each heartbeat is precious.  I have seen life enter this world.  I have seen life depart this world.  My journey has reminded me repeatedly to never, ever take a second of life for granted.

The reality of life also delivers the truth that although each day is certainly priceless, some days are more challenging than others. Some days, it seems I am dancing through a field of flowers, with a full orchestra playing in the background.  Other days, I seem to be dragging through a mud pit, and that's just the first obstacle of the day.  We all have them.  Good days.  Bad days.  Decent days.  Unimaginable days.  Unbelievable days.  Victorious days.  Blindsided days. Yet all are days we are given to embrace and honor Him. 

Maybe it's just me.  Maybe not.  There are days I wonder if I may have given God a tiny reason to smile.  There are many more days I am certain He shakes His head in frustration as He watches me mess up...again.

How precious to know that He somehow still loves me each day, no matter how it unfolds!  I am so thankful of that reminder when I am allowed to open my eyes each morning, take another breath and begin a new chapter in my life story. Whether the orchestra is playing, the flowers are blowing in the breeze or the mud is splattering all over me with each step I take, I am thankful.  As long as He allows me one more heartbeat, He has given me yet another moment to walk closer to Him...and with Him.♥~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   

An afternoon reminder...

Today I decided to spend some time just loving on "our boys," Boomer and Beethoven.  So I joined our one year old puppies as they relaxed in the shade.  No schedule.  No hurry.  No projects.  Just spending time together.

It wasn't long until our "busy boy" Beethoven was lying in front of me, with his head in my lap.  We watched the leaves fall from the trees.  We talked about what a special boy he is.  We talked about how much he is loved.  For Beethoven to remain that still, for that long, was remarkable.  It seemed he truly enjoyed being calm as he shared an abundance of hugs and kisses before he walked away.

Boomer was also receptive to some "Mom and me" time.  He walked up, gave me a kiss, raised his paw, (which means "rub behind my ears, Mom"), and stood for awhile.  A few minutes later, he was lying on the ground with his head in my lap.  We talked about the changing temperatures, (born in Canada, these boys love cooler weather), how much he is loved and how precious he is to us.  Hugs and kisses were generously shared, also.

I began thinking.  Sometimes there are no words for what life brings our way.  There are no ample ways to express what happens in our lives or our response to it.  That's why one of my favorite Scripture passages is not an answer to why or how or what life brings.  It's about Who is with us.  It's about His Presence....and His provision...on this life journey.

As Boomer and Beethoven placed their sweet heads in my lap this afternoon, they felt my availability...my affection...and my assurance.  They felt completely safe, loved and embraced.  As I held them, loved them and told them how special they are, a thought came to me.  Sometimes, I simply need to sit in my Heavenly Father's lap and be reminded of His love...His assurance...and His Presence.  It is in those quiet, precious moments with Him that His peace washes over me most.<3~thl

"The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit."  Psalm 34: 18

Only God...

Only God knows...
what is on my heart,
what is on my mind,
what is in my life,
what I should do,
where I should go,
how He will work it out for His glory.
Only God knows.
I will trust Him.♥~thl

"Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord."  Psalm 27: 14