New Year wishes...

May the new year bring...
wonderful health,
precious peace,
genuine love,
unending joy,
tremendous hope,
continuous kindness and
opportunities to share them all.
Love living.  Live loving.
Be blessed.  Be a blessing.<3~thl

Labor and life...

Twenty-four years ago today, my body began a very, very long journey of childbirth.  It would be another day and a half before our precious son would arrive.  But I was so thrilled because I knew that once we held him in our arms, all the pain, work and time would be worthwhile.  Micah Charles is a tremendous blessing, far beyond anything we ever imagined.  Contrary to popular myths, the pain was not forgotten after the birth of either of our children.  Nor were the wonderful moments dismissed. For both have helped me learn additional life lessons.

Life's journey is not easy.  It brings more surprises, shocks, sadness and concerns than we could ever anticipate.  It also brings joys, celebrations, smiles and wonderful moments. Yet knowing that this journey eventually brings an arrival far greater than anything we can imagine gives us tremendous hope, encouraging perspective and valuable motivation. It will be worthwhile....when we see His face...when He holds us in our arms...and when we realize we are in the Presence of the One Who loves us most.

The childbirth experiences I have known were beautiful and worthwhile, even in the middle of challenges.  This life experience also holds challenges.  Knowing He will hold me gives me every reason to concentrate and celebrate life, too.  I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl

A real reminder...

As we have been reminded again recently....

Cherish each moment. It is a gift with no guarantees for another one. 

Tell others you love them.  It may mean everything.  It may be the last time.

Listen to the hearts of others.  Each life matters and each heart needs to know.  

Celebrate each opportunity.  Even the smallest moments have incredible value.

Make memories.  They make this journey more precious than we realize.

Be real.  Laugh from your toes.  Cry from your heart.  Care deeply.  Always.

Love living.  Your life is valuable, purposeful and a miracle. Embrace it.

Live loving.  The love you share touches, influences and changes others...and you.

Hope.  Always hold onto hope.  Seasons change.  Hearts heal.  This is not the end.

Believe.  He holds us.  He loves us.  He is with us through it all. He cares.

I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl 

New Birth, new beginnings...

It seems so interesting and amazing that Christmas and New Years Day are close on the calendar. Yet I find it more meaningful for another reason. Because of His Presence, we are given a new beginning. What a precious gift that brings amazing changes, new life, new hope and new direction. He has come. Life is precious and purposeful. Hope is alive. I am amazed. I am grateful. I am never alone.♥~thl

Faithful Father...

Although illness caused major changes in our plans this week, I am grateful for the love and understanding of family and friends.

I am reminded of God's great love and understanding when our plans differ from His path for us. How amazing that He still loves us, restores us and renews us. He is faithful, forgiving and merciful. I am amazed. I am grateful. I am never alone.♥~thl

Daily days...

Though this special day is over, I pray we will share love, laughter, joy, hope, peace and kindness each precious day of the year. How we spend the "daily days" truly speaks clearly of our hearts. May we cherish each moment and celebrate each opportunity as we love living and live loving.♥~thl

He was....and is...

He was delivered to us...so that He may deliver us!
He came to a world of sin...to carry the sins of the world.
Light led others toward Him...so that His light may lead us to Him.
Emmanuel...God with us.
I am amazed. I am grateful. I am never alone. ♥~thl

Merry Christmas to all my family and friends! You are loved! ♥~thl

Welcoming...

Although we experienced strong storms tonight, we later welcomed Christmas Eve..at just the right time.

Although Mary and Joseph experienced major concerns and circumstances, they later welcomed the Christ Child...at just the right time.

Although our journey often brings storms, challenges and uncertainty, He is always with us. May we remember that He will also welcome us Home...at just the right time. May we welcome Him...honor Him...and love Him...all the time. ♥~thl

Pausing to ponder...

As Mary prepared to give birth to God's son...
As Joseph prepared to be Jesus' earthly father...
As Jesus transitioned from Heaven to earth...
As God orchestrated His plan perfectly and purposefully...
As mankind would soon know the Son of God...
God knew.  God loved.  God cared.  God gave.

As we hurriedly, excitedly and even wearily prepare for Christmas,
May we pause, ponder and praise Him for His greatest gift.
God knows.  God loves.  God cares.  God gave.<3~thl

Darkness and Daylight...

Today was reported to be the shortest day of the year, referring to daylight hours.  Winter officially began this evening, too. Time passed so quickly between the longest day of the year, the beginning of summer...and now.

The good news is that daylight now begins to increase until summer.  Additional good news is that our winter weather has included many warm days. As I look outside and see unending rain, I am grateful that it is not snow!  Yet colder temperatures and snow will return.  After all, it is winter.

I began thinking.  I have a choice.  Either I can completely focus on the concerns of winter weather or I can be assured that each day brings us closer to spring.  Isn't life like that?  We face challenging seasons such as illness, grief, change and uncertainty.  Of course, those seasons bring valid concerns we must realistically address.

Yet what an opportunity to realize that it is all about perspective.  Each specific season is not the only one on this journey.  There is hope before, during and after the season.  There will be a place of no more pain, suffering, sadness and searching.  He knows that we will experience troubles here but He is always with us. He continually provides strength, peace and love.

We may face more darkness at times.  We may feel the chill of life's cruel and unfair seasons.  Yet I am thankful that we have a choice to believe what He says, be aware of His Presence and always be hopeful.  As the Christmas season surrounds us, may we be reminded of the true and powerful reason we celebrate.  We are amazed.  We are never alone.  We are always loved.<3~thl

He is and He will...

He told Mary she would give birth to the Son of God.  She did.
He told Joseph what was true and what would happen.  It did.
The shepherds were told that He had been born and to go worship Him.  They did.
All He said came to pass.

What He places on my heart, I believe.
Where He has led me, I have followed.
When His timing has differed from mine, He knew best.
What He says...is true.

I do not know what the future holds.
I do not realize His plan or timing.
When I remember what He has said and done, I believe.
He is Who He says He is.  He will do what He says.

I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl

A resemblance....

Our daughter recently posted a picture that compared a photo of me at five years of age...and a current picture of her.  It was very interesting to see how much she resembles me...although I definitely see lots of her Dad in her, too.  She smiles like him.  Her hands and feet are just like his. She is built smaller like his family. She is definitely a good combination of her parents.

We also see many similarities in Micah.  Most people see the resemblance of his Dad when they first meet him.  Yet he looks much like my high school and college pictures. He has my smile and my "puppy dog eyes."  He is tall like the Huffmans.  But his brown eyes and dark skin definitely resemble his Dad more than me.  He is also a good combination of his parents.

I began thinking.  How much do I resemble my Heavenly Father?  Do I speak as He would speak?  Do I love as He loves?  Am I grateful for all He does?  Do I listen to others' hearts as He listens to mine?  As we celebrate His birth, I pray that I will focus most on His love and life.  May my life be more like His each moment of this journey.<3~thl

Following His light...

Although it was dark, the Star continued to shine. They followed it...continually, faithfully, confidently.  They knew the light would lead to Him.

Although our journey holds dark moments, His Light continues to shine.  May we follow it...continually, faithfully, confidently.  His light leads us closer to Him...each step of the way.<3~thl

Alone?

I wonder....

Did Mary feel alone?  She carried the Son of God while others didn't understand.

Did Joseph feel alone?  He responded to major uncertainties as others watched.

Did Mary and Joseph feel alone?  This young couple delivered a baby without loved ones near.

Did the shepherds feel alone?  Their job seemed unnoticed and mundane.

Did Jesus feel alone?  From Heaven's glory to a world of sin, He was criticized and condemned.

Do we feel alone?  Especially at Christmas?  While others celebrate, our hearts may ache.

"The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel, (which means 'God with us')." Matthew 1: 23

He is with us...always.  I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl

He is...

Tonight, I simply choose to be still...to cherish the silence...to enjoy each precious breath that He gives me from one moment to the next.  Tonight, I focus on Him...the Breath of Heaven...the Giver of Life...Love Himself...King of Kings...Lord of Lords...the Great I Am...my Audience of One.  This moment...this season...this life...is all about Him.  I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am loved...anyway.<3~thl

Lists and lessons...

As I crossed off the last item on my shopping list, I felt a sigh of relief...yet regret.  For months, I planned, organized and shopped for another Christmas season.  My goal is to have all shopping done by November 30.  That did not happen this year.  Another goal is to have all Christmas cards addressed and sent by December 1.  That hasn't happened, either. In my driven and systematic nature, I sometimes struggle with missing set goals on time.  When they are not met with efficiency and punctuality, I question my abilities and value.  Then I remember....

The most amazing plan was God designing, creating and loving...us. Yet ever since time began, we have made countless mistakes.  We do what He says not to do.  We don't do what He says to do.  We ignore His plan and seek our own.  We fall and wonder where He is in the middle of our mess.  I often imagine that He watches me and shakes His head from side to side wondering "What was I thinking?"

But that's not how a parent truly feels.  I have been a child...a teenager...a young adult...and am now a parent of two adult children.  Although I didn't always obey my parents as a child, they somehow managed to still love me.  As I have watched our children learn from their decisions, my love never changed for them, either.

When the One Who created me still loves me after all my mistakes, including missed goals...there is reason to believe that He still has purpose, value and a plan for my life, too.  He knew my goals would not always be realized on time.  He knew I would often make a mess of my life.  He knew I would be driven to do more yet be disappointed when I accomplish less.  But the one thing He wants me to remember...is that He loves me...anyway.

In this season of lists, lessons, and the journey of life, may I never lose sight of love...His Love...that makes all the difference.  I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl

Precious Presence...

In the middle of the Christmas rush, we have recently received bad news, sad news and concerning news.  For some reason, this time of year seems to include more tragedy, heartache, burdens and concerns than other seasons.  Perhaps busy schedules, overwhelming lists, shrinking budgets and tired bodies take a toll on us more than usual.  Perhaps celebrations, paused for challenges, influence us more strongly.  Maybe the end of another year leaves us less prepared for more realities of life.  

While I was in college pursuing a counseling/psychology degree, I learned that it is during this season and the following month or so that more people struggle with depression, loneliness and other challenges. That made me even more aware of the seemingly ironic pattern of seasons of celebration and growing concerns.

Then I remember the first Christmas.  There is definitely reason to celebrate the arrival of the Son of God.  Yet that time did not come easy, either.  Confusion was present.  Reputations were doubted..  Difficult journeys were taken.  Danger was possible.  Details were uncertain. What was promised from God was questioned by man.  Yet...He was Present.

Yes, God was Present, which brought peace, purpose and power to what He promised.  His Presence did not make life easy.  But His Presence made life precious and possible.  That remains true today.  He holds us.  He heals us.  He comforts us.  He strengthens us.  He leads us.  He loves us.  Whatever we face, He is with us.  Emmanuel...God with us.  We are not alone...no matter what life brings.  I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I believe.<3~thl

Because of Him...

Because of Him, there is love.

Because of Him, there is hope.

Because of Him, there is peace. 

Because of Him, there is strength.

Because of Him, I believe.<3~thl

Simple significance...

Simple....seemed so significant...as God's plan unfolded.
A simple, young woman followed God's call, and became the mother of His Son.
A simple carpenter...humble and human...trusted God and became Jesus' earthly father.
A simple manger...in rustic, lowly conditions...became the birthplace of the Savior.
A simple group of shepherds...infamous, common workers...received the first birth announcement from Heavenly hosts.

Simple...may seem so insignificant...on this journey.
Simple...surrendered to the hand of God...is greatly significant.
May I trust Him and honor Him...simply.<3~thl

So many questions...

Mary didn't know all the details.

Joseph didn't have all the answers.

Families and friends didn't understand the situation.

Shepherds didn't anticipate the events of that night.

So many questions.

So much trust in Him.

I don't know all the details.

I don't have all the answers.

I don't understand every situation.

I don't anticipate most of what happens.

So many questions.

May I learn to trust in Him...completely.<3~thl

The Light...

The light...
found a young woman who would become His mother.

The light...
found a young man who would become His earthly father.

The light...
led them on the long journey to the place of His birth.

The light...
surrounded them as they delivered Him into their arms.

The Light...
finds us, leads us, surrounds us and delivers us with His nail-scarred hands.<3~thl

In a moment...

In a moment...
what He spoke happened.

In a moment...
what was presented, she accepted
.
In a moment...
his uncertainty became reality.

In a moment...
their lives were surrendered to His plan.

In a moment...
the Son of God became a baby.

In a moment...
Love was born. Hope was here.

In a moment...
the star He had seen made was shining on Him as a newborn babe.

In a moment...
everything changed...forever.<3~thl

Stain removal...

It happened to one of my favorite items of clothing.  It didn't happen to something old or insignificant.  Instead, it happened to my pink blouse.  I looked down and saw two black marks which led me to an audible gasp!  Known as "the stain queen" in our house, I immediately began the process of treating it.  But I kept wondering why this happened to a favorite item and not one less valued.  

I began thinking.  I often wonder about what was thought, felt and said as Jesus prepared to leave Heaven for this world.  He would be mistreated, rejected, mocked, beaten and killed. I cannot imagine the pain He endured or the knowledge of all that would happen in His life here.

I also wonder if He saw the faces, hearts, minds and lives of countless people His love would touch.  Perhaps He saw a child who would never walk without His touch.  Maybe He saw a brokenhearted teen who needed to know He cares.  Perhaps He saw a shattered family who lost a child...and needed hope.  Maybe He saw a precious lady, lying in a bed, whose body was weary and who knew He would welcome her Home.  Perhaps He saw a life that had endured more than anyone realized...and was clinging to Him for strength to survive.  

I believe that His journey had everything to do with restoring lives, renewing hope, removing stains and rebuilding futures.  He knew that the journey would not be enjoyable.  But He loved us enough to make a way to hold us, heal us and make us new.  His blood stained body brought many gasps.  His horrific death was undeserved.  But He knew why it would happen...and He came to us anyway.  Love came.  Love cleansed.  Love saw stains...and Love removed them.  I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am loved.<3~thl

Auditioning but not alone...

It wasn't my best moment.  Communication had progressed with the director.  The audition was scheduled.  (Just for the record, I do not do well with testing, auditions or anything that puts my abilities, knowledge or life direction on the line.)  The day arrived.  Thanks to weather changes, asthma, sinus issues and allergies, my voice was eighty percent gone.  So I did what any responsible musician would do.  I emailed the director and asked what was the best option as I secretly hoped she would cancel the audition and grant...oh, let's say about ten years...to recover.  Being the understanding person she is, she told me to come in and audition anyway.  There went my backup plan.  

My voice was seriously limited.  As a soprano accustomed to hitting high notes, it was discouraging to sound more like a bass.  Yet I had been encouraged by a dear friend to join the community choir for years and now seemed like the right time to do so.  I tried everything I could to recover...hot showers, hot tea, warm-ups.  Nothing worked.  I was concerned.

Our daughter also auditioned that evening.  She is known for her angelic voice and here I was, "Mom with the raspy, basement voice," auditioning by her.  Rachel was encouraging.  I was terrified.  I am a perfectionist.  This was not going well...and definitely not perfectly.  I drove by Rachel's house, wondering why I was going through this "detour to disaster."  I warned her that I was ready to acknowledge her acceptance and my...non-acceptance. I would be happy for her.  Besides, so much is going on in my life, it will be best for me to wait.  I knew deep within, however, that being unable to sing with the choir would be disappointing for many reasons.  I love music.  Music is one of my greatest passions.  Yet I am not a quitter so here I was...determined to handle this like a southern lady...gracious, strong, polite...until I could privately crash at home.  

Arriving at the studio, we realized there were steps...many, steep steps.  It looked like 9,125 steps, at least.  There were probably only fifteen.  An asthma attack once I reached the top of the steps didn't help.  By the time I used my inhaler, (which makes one's voice more raspy), tried to recover, (meaning, short of breath), and realized my voice had now been reduced to ten percent,  I was not feeling victorious.  

Yet telling a southern, Cherokee, middle-aged mom that she can't do something actually feeds her determination to do it even more.  I had to try.  Let's just say that the director and accompanist had hearts of gold.  Both Rachel and I were later invited to be a part of the choir!

When I told a dear friend about my experience, she said, "Honey, the only thing you had on your side was God."  I agreed and began thinking.  My life journey has held many tough days and amazing days.  Yet when I consider all that has happened, I have no doubt that the only way I survived...was God.  Whether I am speaking or silent, breathing or broken, celebrating or sobbing, determined or distracted, He is the reason for my strength, hope, joy and peace.  His love embraces and sustains me.  His Presence is my reason...to keep on singing...no matter what...every day.  I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl

People in crowds...

It was so crowded. Shopping this time of year is not what I consider enjoyable. I recently watched people in a store and my heart became heavy. Most seemed preoccupied. Some were rude. Some were oblivious to others around them. Manners, patience and kindness were scarce. Then I saw him. A gentleman most likely in his late 80s was helping someone else. My heart stirred with gratitude. May we see people in crowds instead of crowds of people. Each life matters to Him. May they matter to us. ♥~thl

She listened...

It is quiet, dark and peaceful. Yet so much lies ahead in the coming weeks.

I wonder how Mary felt knowing that in just a few weeks, her life would change even more...forever. She listened to Him. She trusted Him. Even when questions stirred within her, criticism surrounded her and the Son of God moved inside her, she knew God held her continually.

I am thankful for her example of trust, love and surrender. May I learn, live and love accordingly.♥~thl

Stirring, soft, selfless light...

Those who know me best know that I am very selective about lighting.  I love lighting but I definitely prefer soft, gentle lighting to harsh, bright lighting.  I also appreciate how light is presented.

During our full time ministry years, we served in wonderful communities with beautiful buildings.  One of my favorite memories is the lighting that appeared from within Church buildings during night hours. When we served at Germantown Christian Church, I found it breathtaking to view beautiful stained glass windows illuminated from light within the building.  The scenes and stories reflected His light in tender, rich hues.  If the lights were out, the windows were dark.  But if the lights were on, those windows presented loving truth.

One of my greatest childhood memories is the lighting used by my home church, Level Green Christian Church in Newport, Virginia, at Christmas time.  In each of the tall, stately windows is a single, soft candle glowing all night long.  This simple, humble scene promotes His peace...His light...His love...quietly and effectively.  I literally gasp with amazement each time we drive by that familiar, beautiful place I love so dearly.  My soul is stirred as I am reminded how soft lighting inside reaches out in the darkest nights to reflect hope, warmth and love.

It's no secret that I am not a spotlight person.  It's not my personality.  It's not my desire.  It's not my goal.  My deepest hope and prayer are not for me to be seen in the light...but...only His light...to be seen in me.  I simply want to reflect Him...softly, tenderly...with my story simply leading to His love, His hope, His peace and His Presence.

Yes, I am selective about lighting....soft instead of harsh, reflective instead of reactive and His instead of mine.  May His light shine above all else now...and forever.<3~thl

A special Star...

I remember that star.  It was simple.  It was shiny.  It was special.  With five children at home, I know my parents had plenty to keep them busy.  Yet for some reason, they chose to make the star for the top of the Christmas tree that year.

In that time, we didn't have Walmart or huge stores to buy everything we thought we needed.  We lived simply.  We made most of what we needed.  We had a huge garden.  Mom canned food for the winter.  Dad worked hard as a carpenter.  Mom worked hard as a homemaker.  It was a treat to go out to eat once a month or so.  We had what we needed and we knew the difference between wants and needs.

I am sure there were tree tops for sale at the store in town.  But the only star I truly remember during my childhood years...is the star Mom and Dad made.  Dad designed, measured and cut it precisely and perfectly.  Mom used aluminum foil to wrap around it...with no creases, wrinkles or tears.  It was a genuine labor of love.  It was beautiful.  It is remembered...vividly.

Noticing advertisements online, on television and in the paper, I realize that we have lost the gift of simplicity.  The abundant offerings for "the perfect Christmas" will soon be forgotten.  Sure, I enjoy decorated trees, Christmas music, surprising loved ones and making memories each year.  Yet it seems challenging to remain focused in such an atmosphere of hurry, worry, expense and expectations.

I want to remember the Star of that first Christmas.  I want to remember how Someone loved us so much that He sent His only Son to this earth.  I want to remember that through simplicity came a Savior, through miracles came a Messiah and through love came our Lord.  I want to look upward and see a beautiful, simple, perfect Star Who was given as a labor of love...for us.  May I remember Who really matters...every day...vividly.<3~thl

Prayer request...

Please pray for my father in law, Paul Lorenz,(Sugarcreek, OH), who has been hospitalized since last weekend with double pneumonia.  With heart concerns, the situation is even more complicated.  Please also pray for his wife, Sandy, his three sons and their families, his siblings and his two step-daughters and their families, as we all try to do what is needed to help him recover.  Thank you!<3~thl

Lives of light...

As lights illuminate our home, neighborhood, town and countryside, I can't help but smile.  I remember all the "lights" that have been shining on my life journey.  It never ceases to amaze me that wherever I have been, someone cared...someone smiled...someone encouraged, someone influenced my life.  Whether family, friends, school teachers, ministers, church youth leaders, work colleagues, neighbors, college family, church families, medical personnel or folks in places of business, I always saw His light shining through them each step of the way.  

It is my prayer that we remember to reflect Him wherever we go each day.  We never know what someone is experiencing but we do know that He cares.  So should we.  

To all of those precious folks who watched me grow up, or met me in college, knew me in Churches or other places along the way...thank you!  You made a difference.  I remember...and I thank God for each of you!<3~thl 

Hearts like His...

My heart is overflowing with joy because of the kindness of others.  In a season of life that can be overwhelming, discouraging and sometimes frustrating, I have been made aware of the love, thoughtfulness, faithfulness and authenticity of precious hearts reaching out to weary lives.  It is that kind of love...that kind of life...that kind of humility...that kind of servant's heart...that truly reflect Him.  It's more than words. It's a way of life.  Thank You, God, for shining brightly through hearts that know and serve You beautifully.<3~thl

True gifts...

Tonight I am humbled and grateful for hearts that truly care, for smiles that truly touch, for hope that never ends and for life that amazes me each day. May I always remember to love living and live loving. ♥~thl

Soft light...

Our tree is up and decorated for Christmas. Somehow, it looks especially beautiful this year as it lights up the room and vaulted ceilings. Something I notice continually is that soft light is much more attractive and welcoming than harsh, bright lighting. I began thinking. It has been the gentle, kind, tender hearts that have touched my life most effectively. May my light be clear yet kind, illuminating but not insensitive and genuine yet gentle....in a world that needs true love. ♥~thl

Black Friday, Dark Friday...

It is quiet tonight after a very busy black Friday for many people. I know about another dark Friday that ended with a deafening silence. Yet it was not the end of His purpose, plan or Presence. May I remember the hope, love and peace that surround me each day of this journey. In darkest night and in brightest day, He is with us...always.♥~thl

Working together....

As I watched our family work together to prepare and clean up our Thanksgiving meal, I thanked God for a sweet reminder of His love. What would have taken much more work and time to complete alone was done more efficiently and effectively together as a family. I am thankful that I never face this life journey without my Father loving, holding and helping my every step. I may not always understand it but I can always trust Him. I am amazed. I am grateful. I am never alone.♥~thl

Thanksgiving...Thanksliving...

Today is Thanksgiving...but it is my prayer that each day will be Thanksliving.  For it is on the mountains and in the valleys, in the storms and in the sunshine, in seasons of drought and seasons of plenty, in health and in illness, in alone times and in surrounded times, in heartache and in a heart of joy...that we learn how precious this gift of life is to us.  May we love living...and live loving...and be grateful for a heart that beats, a friend who cares, a love that is genuine and our God Who holds us each step of this journey.

Happy Thanksgiving Day to all of my friends and family, near and far.  May your lives be touched with hope, peace, love, joy and gratitude every moment.<3~thl

Thankful and thinking...

It's difficult to not be back home for Thanksgiving.  I wish I could be with my Dad and Mom over the weekend.  I would make sure that Dad has something special for Thanksgiving dinner.  I would make sure Mom gets lots of hugs and smiles.  But my love for them crosses the miles and they know I will see them soon.  My heart breaks as I miss them but they are always with me in love, prayers and thoughts.

It's difficult to not be Home with loved ones for Thanksgiving.  I know it is beautiful in the Presence of God and so many loved ones now there.  I would hug the One Who loves me most then find all my precious family and friends whom I miss each day.  But my love for them crosses the bridge just one breath away and I will see them someday soon.  My heart breaks as I miss those I love so dearly and miss so deeply.  Yet I know they are in a wonderful place and I hold them near in my heart and thoughts.

Meanwhile, I am very thankful for family and friends near and far. As Thanksgiving day draws near, I am reminded of precious lives who have made a difference in mine.  I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl

Inspired...

While using my nebulizer recently, I noticed a word on the equipment I had never noticed before now. Inspiration. It didn't take long for me to realize the precious connection between a machine that helps me breathe...and the inspiration term attached to it.

I am deeply thankful for the One Who gave me breath in the beginning, Who keeps me breathing presently and Who inspires me to continue depending on Him each moment on this journey. He gives me physical breath, which I have learned to appreciate more each day. Yet His unconditional love inspires me as He breathes peace and purpose into my life each step of the way. Truly, the Breath of heaven holds me as this journey leads me Home.

I am amazed. I am grateful. I am never alone.♥~thl

Planning...

We took the turkey out of the freezer yesterday so it will have several days to thaw in the fridge. Daily plans are in place for the week.

I began thinking. If we invest this much effort into Thanksgiving and Christmas holiday preparation, I wonder how much thought and effort we place on this life journey. What is most important today? What is our greatest investment before we leave this world?

It's no secret that I love to cook. Yet I hope that my greatest passion in life will not be centered around favorite recipes...but making a difference in the lives of others...for Him. ♥~thl

Rejected...yet received...

I have been reminded recently that although the world may reject someone, God doesn't ignore that life. He is faithful. He loves, holds and heals us when others walk away. I am amazed. I am grateful. I am never alone.♥~thl

Roses and snow...

Snow showers are predicted for later today...but I enjoyed more reminders of His hope and promises again this afternoon! Beautiful pink roses continue to bloom, grow and share their beauty on our back deck.  Spring will arrive. Seasons come and go. There is beauty today and tomorrow. His love remains. His love endures forever. I am amazed. I am grateful. I am never alone. ♥~thl

Unplanned...

It was exciting as I worked on my "list of lists" today.  This includes the Thanksgiving menu, the shopping lists, the preparation list and the order of preparation list.  It may be quite obvious that I enjoy some degree of order in my life. Yet it is not uncommon for me to entertain a random idea and enjoy it immensely.  In the big picture, however, I do appreciate order, planning and organization.

I began thinking.  No matter how much I enjoy order, life does not always go according to plans.  Things we never imagined would happen...do.  Things we hoped would happen...don't.  Our plans may be made with great intention and purpose.  It is actually important to have a sense of direction in life.  Yet I learned long ago that the fulfillment of my plans is not my ultimate goal.

He has taken me where I never thought I would go.  He has not taken me where I thought He would.  He has carried me through seasons I never expected.  He has allowed seasons I never wanted.  Yet His plans for my life cause me to lean on Him, trust Him, believe Him and follow Him.  I may never understand why...but I always know...Who...knows best.

Obviously, my life does not unfold as smoothly as my list-making endeavors.  But my life is in His hands. So my journey includes seasons, surprises and special lessons I never imagined.   I am amazed. I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl

Included...

In a world that so frequently excludes, I am grateful for God Who always includes me with His love and faithfulness.  Knowing that the Creator, the Master Designer, the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, the Great I Am...cares about me makes this journey precious and purposeful.

I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl

November roses...

Though it is the middle of November with rain arriving soon...and snow showers predicted for this weekend, I noticed beautiful pink roses growing outside our back door today. What an incredible reminder that even in the middle of storms and uncertainty, God lovingly provides hope, beauty and promises which surround us each moment. I am amazed. I am grateful. I am never alone. ♥~thl

May I celebrate...

May I...

listen more than I speak,

pray more than I stress,

encourage more than I doubt,

care more than I criticize,

live more gratefully and

love more generously.<3~thl

Missing her...

Oh, how I miss you, Grandma Genny! Fourteen years ago today, you went Home to a place of no more tears, no more sickness, no more sadness and no more storms. Your life here touched countless lives forever. I can hardly wait to see you again. Until then, please hug Jesus and all our loved ones for me. Thank you for being an amazing Grandma who shared love, laughter, music, great cooking and wonderful memories with so many of us. I love you, Grandma! See you soon! ♥~thl

Found in Him...

In Him, I find peace. 
In Him, I find hope. 
In Him, I find security. 
In Him, I find strength. 
In Him, I find joy. 
In Him, I find life
In Him, I find love.
I am amazed.
I am grateful.
I am never alone.♥~thl

Holding on....

You hold us in the storms. You hold us in the shadows. You hold us in the suffering. You hold us in each season. You hold us in our sorrows. You hold us...always. I am amazed. I am grateful. I am never alone.♥~thl

Seasons of love...

Today I was reminded of life's rapidly changing seasons.  The early morning brought rain and thunder.  Late morning brought strong winds.  The afternoon brought sunshine and cool temperatures.  Yet through it all, I was fortunate to be protected in a warm, dry home.

I began thinking.  How wonderful to know that whatever life brings, I am held in the arms of the One Who loves me, protects me and provides for me. Windy or warm, sunny or stormy, calm or cool...I am in His care.  I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl

It's time...

It's time..

to change what I can,

to stop wasting energy on what I can't,

to celebrate each moment,

to stop wasting precious time,

to focus on what really matters to me,

to put what doesn't matter behind me,

to enjoy being amazed,

to stop being distracted,

to embrace each joy of this journey,

to dismiss what prevents joy on this journey,

to love living....and live loving.

It's time to love life as the gift we've been given.<3~thl 

Veteran's Day gratitude...

If you enjoy and appreciate our freedom, thank God and thank our veterans! Many of my relatives served this country, including my favorite veteran, my Dad, Charles W. Huffman! Dad was wounded and became very ill while serving in the Army during the Korean War. Thanks to each veteran who served and sacrificed. Thank you, Dad! I love you and am so grateful God brought you back home safely. ♥~thl
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Voice lesson...

During my college career, I was fortunate to join the concert choir during my freshman year and enjoyed tremendous opportunities until my college years were complete.  Lessons were many.  Work was continuous.  Memories are priceless.

One of many valuable lessons our director taught us involved our dynamics as vocalists.  He often reminded us that if we could not hear ourselves, we were singing too softly.  However, if we could not hear our neighbors, we were singing too loudly.  I tried to instill this with every choir I later directed, whether adults, teens or children.  Yet as I remember those insightful words, I also realize their truth in this life journey.

We all have been given a voice with our purpose, value, abilities and gifts.  God designed these to honor Him and serve others.  Our "voice" should not be so silent that we allow the world to remove it.  Yet it is equally important that we are respectful of other "voices" He equipped to share on this journey.  May we not be so consumed with our own voice that we dismiss the purpose, value and gifts He has given others.

I love hearing voices blend in beautiful harmony.  It never ceases to amaze me that God's gift of music includes the perfect mix of male and female voices in soprano, alto, tenor and bass parts.  Whether voices are masculine, feminine, high or low, strong or soft,  they unite and deliver incredible, miraculous messages that touch the heart as nothing else can.

May we remember to lift our voices together...in unity, harmony and delivery.  Each voice matters to Him.  May each voice also matter to us.<3~thl

Present page...

A blank page lies before me as a new week unfolds. I do not know what tomorrow may bring or whose path I will cross. But my story is not without an Author Who holds me continually. May each word, line, paragraph and page become His story as every moment unveils His faithfulness and love. ♥~thl

Planning ahead, celebrating now...

It's definitely time for planning. Our family discussed the Thanksgiving menu last night. (Each person requests a favorite dish..or two.) Plus my Christmas shopping list is already categorized and being processed. I may not like cold weather...but I do enjoy organized holidays. smile emoticon May the moments ahead be cherished...as well as each moment we have...today. Each breath is reason to celebrate! ♥~thl

Grateful journey...

An attitude of gratitude may not make life's situations any easier.
An attitude of gratitude does make life's journey more beautiful.<3~thl

Grateful for gifts...

I have learned, in good times and tough times, to be thankful at all times.  From morning until now, I have seen His gifts all around me.

I opened my eyes and was able to see.

I awoke to a husband and son sleeping soundly.

I read a good morning message from our daughter.

I am breathing...even easily...today.

I walked around our house and yard.

I played with our precious fur babies.

I was able to cook meals.

I heard the voice of my Dad on the phone.

My Mom is still with us.

I was able to communicate with friends.

Our house is warm and dry.

My beautiful rosebush is blooming in November.

I heard wonderful music today as I worked.

I have a comfortable bed to sleep in tonight.

I know that God is with me each moment.
I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl

Step aside...

Today was a day of victory!  After an unfortunate month off, I was finally able to begin working out again.  I certainly didn't accomplish anything of marathon standards, but I set a starting goal...and met it.  I am so grateful for this small, yet very significant accomplishment.

I began thinking.  Life's journey also brings delays and victories.  We may seem to do well and then face an obstacle that slows down the pace...tremendously.  There may even be times when we feel we are not making progress at all.  Yet there is purpose in healing, waiting, listening and seeking Him in every situation.  For in His timing, we are renewed, restored and refreshed to continue our journey in whatever season we encounter.  Steps may be slow and small initially.  Yet each step that leads us closer to Him is significant and special.

It isn't always easy for a driven person like me to change the pace on my journey.  Yet it is in the unexpected delays and detours, God has taught me the most beautiful, meaningful and loving lessons.  I have missed working out for the past several weeks.  But I have learned to slow down, soak in His presence and accept that the most precious steps are those which find us simply sitting at His feet.<3~thl

Mrs. Martha...

It wasn't an easy day.  But it was a precious day.  When Mrs. Martha's family called last weekend and asked if I would play piano for her funeral, I was deeply touched.  Mrs. Martha, Mr. John and all of their family have been special to us since we moved here twenty-two years ago.  Although we were saddened to hear that Mrs. Martha was gone, we were at peace knowing that she was no longer struggling with Alzheimer's Disease...and that she is now in a place of no more pain, disease, sadness or tears.  So it was a privilege to honor Mrs. Martha, and her family, by simply playing piano for them at this very moving time in their lives.

Yet, as we left the service today, I felt encouraged.  In the middle of this family's grief, they were ministering to everyone who attended the service.  They exhibited authentic love, faith, gratitude, hope, peace, compassion, kindness and joy.  They celebrated Mrs. Martha's life...on earth...and now in the Presence of God for eternity.  Stories were shared with laughter, tears, lessons learned and memories to treasure.  

Today I saw hope shining even in the darkest hour.  I saw love extended in the middle of grief.  I saw compassion in the middle of heartache.  I saw peace in the middle of loss. I saw faith in the middle of sadness.  I saw joy in past, present and future circumstances.  I saw a family living with love for God, for each other and for their community.  

It wasn't an easy day.  But it was a precious day.  I am grateful for this family who taught many of us that each day...even the tough days...are opportunities to love living...and live loving.  We love you, Mrs. Martha.  Give Mr. John a hug for us.  We love you both and we will see you soon.<3~thl 

May I...

My heart aches for those who are hurting.
May I share His love with them.
My heart aches for those who are overwhelmed.
May I share His hope with them.
My heart aches for those who are weary.
May I share His strength with them.
My heart aches for those who are searching.
May I share His peace with them.
My heart aches for an uncertain world.
May I serve Him...each moment.<3~thl

Each day...

In the pace of today, I sense His presence.

In the cares of today, I feel His peace.

In the joys of today, I recognize His hope.

In the tasks of today, I realize His strength.

Each moment today, I am surrounded by His love.

I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl

Another day...

Another day has come and gone. I keep thinking about all the plans and work ahead of me in the coming months. I already feel so inadequate since I wanted to have everything in order by now. Then I hear those familiar words..."Peace I leave with you...My peace I give unto you.."...and I pause. My focus should be on Him...completely. May I remember His peace, His hope, His joy and His love today and always. He is with me. I am amazed. I am grateful. I am never alone.♥~thl

The beginning of November...

November 1 arrived and I am wondering how this year has passed so quickly. It has not been an easy year on many levels. But I am so thankful for each moment, each faithful friend, each opportunity and every assurance that He is always with me. May I cherish today...and each gift from Him...with gratitude and celebration! May I love living and live loving! ♥~thl

Then and now...

In youth, it seemed important to express myself through music, opinions, questions and independence. I wanted an answer for every question.  I wanted to learn how to handle my life best.

In this middle-age season, it is much more important to listen, learn and depend on Him as my Guide.  I now know that He is the answer, even when questions abound.  There is no doubt that He handles my life best.

If only I had realized then what I have learned now. Yet He still loves me...anyway.

I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl

Another fur baby favorite...

I'll admit.  I was not a major dog person until the last two years.  It wasn't that I disliked dogs.  My parents had a beautiful Irish Setter and I loved him very much.  He would stand on his hind legs and place his front paws on me as we carried out our own play routine.  It broke my heart when he passed away.  Yet I always have...and always will...love horses.  However, I absolutely love being "Mom" to our two-year-old fur babies, Boomer and Beethoven. They are "my boys" and are a precious part of our family.

One of our favorite times is before they go inside each night. When they see Tim, Micah or me making nightly preparations, they begin barking, running and jumping.  I love when they lean down, place their heads on their front paws and invite us to play.  They are delighted to spend time with us, even at the end of the day.

I began thinking.  If our precious fur babies show such faithful, enthusiastic and unconditional love for us morning, noon and night, I wonder how much gratitude, consistency and love we show for our Heavenly Father at all times.  Do we show joy for His Presence?  Do we make moments with Him a faithful priority?  Do we invite Him into our lives continually?  Is our love for Him always obvious?

Boomer and Beethoven make me feel loved and wanted every time I am with them.  May I remember to treat my Master with such love and loyalty in my life, too.<3~thl

Son light...

For a brief time this afternoon, the sunlight was brilliantly shining through the windows.  The house was brighter.  The neighborhood was brighter.  It was so bright that I was actually squinting.  We have become so used to the cloudy, dreary and rainy weather recently, that the sunlight was overwhelming.  

I began thinking.  Our life journey is a true gift.  Yet it is often challenging.  Sometimes we become so accustomed to the responsibilities, routines and challenges, that we forget about the Son's light.  May we remember to pause, pray and praise Him for the beauty, strength, hope, peace and love He brings into our lives each day.  He holds us.  He heals us.  He guides us.  He restores us.  He lights our way each moment.  

I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl 

One fall night...

Rain is falling and so are the leaves.
The air is cool as fall covers our land.
Another season is gone and a new one begins.
Blustery winds move with whistling songs.
Heat make our home comfortable and warm.

Yet I know this is a season of beauty and hope.
Rain brings life and leaves will appear again.
This season, too, shall leave while another begins.
Winter winds will eventually bow to spring's new birth.
His hope, peace, love and joy make each season a gift.

May we embrace His beauty, purpose and plan
In each season of life's path we trod.
For He knows what is best and His promises remain.
His is with us.  He cares and He holds us each day.
We are never alone in the loving hands of God.<3~thl

Faithful friends...

I am thankful for faithful friends who are there... 

when I can use a hug along this journey,

when I need prayers along the way,

when I want to share something exciting,

when I have occasional blonde moments,

when I mess up,

when I have questions,

when I just want to share life with a friend,

when I am laughing,

when I am crying,

when I can't cry,

when I am extremely quiet,

when I ask tough questions,

when I need a reminder of His love.

I am thankful for true friends who truly care.

May I never forget the value of true friends.<3~thl

Thankful...

Thank You, God...
For Your strength that holds me,
For Your power that carries me,
For Your words that speak to me,
For Your grace that restores me,
For Your hope that renews me,
For Your love that changes me.
I am amazed. I am grateful.
I am never alone.♥~thl

May it be.....

May each moment that I live,
May each breath that I breathe,
May each word that I speak,
May each step that I take,
May each life that I meet,
May each deed that I do,
May it all be with love,
May it all be for You. ♥~thl

Penciled in...

It seemed strange.  While working on some music recently, I found it necessary to use a pencil.  It has been a long time since I placed such an old-fashioned, wooden instrument in my hand.  Yet at the moment, it was helpful to use something that wasn't permanent as I selected notations and chords.  Eventually, I was using the eraser part to make changes, as I suspected would happen.   I began thinking.  

While God is writing our story, we often make choices that need modified, too.  Sometimes, new beginnings are needed...and God lovingly erases the messes we make with His patience, forgiveness, mercy and grace.  

I am deeply grateful that my life has not been written in ink.  I am amazed that He loves me so much that He is willing to hold me, help me and heal me.  Though I am very imperfect, I am deeply moved that God allows new beginnings, erased mistakes and a fresh start on my journey. What a joy to know that although He forgives my mistakes, He still loves me...anyway.<3~thl

I believe...

I believe....
that life is a gift to be celebrated and cherished,
that kindness never goes out of style...never,
that hope influences this life journey,
that compassion touches lives deeply,
that listening is a precious gift from the heart,
that thinking before speaking prevents hurting,
that true friends never walk away,
that real love is precious and powerful,
that as long as I am breathing, He has a purpose for me,
that His Presence makes all the difference,
I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl

May it be for Him...

Dear God,
May Your strength sustain me.
May Your voice speak through me.
May Your light guide me.
May Your Presence transform me.
May Your peace calm me.
May Your love shine through me.
May Your hands restore me.
May You be honored...by me.<3~thl

Seasons of Presence....

We did it.  It was time.  Our bed is now ready for cooler weather with warmer sheets, an electric blanket and a heavy comforter.  As I began washing, folding and storing the lighter linens, I couldn't help but feel a bit sad that it's time for cold weather...again.  Yet as I climbed into bed last night and felt the warmth of the blanket, I felt much gratitude.  What a joy it is to know that as cold winds blow, as temperatures fall and as more challenging seasons arrive, I can anticipate a warm and comfortable bed at the end of the day.

I began thinking. Seasons of life change, too.  Some seasons are easier and enjoyable.  Some seasons are peaceful and beautiful.  Some seasons are not quite as comfortable as others.  Some seasons are brutal.  Yet what an incredible joy it is to know that Someone is with me through each season.  He brightens life with new beginnings.  He sings through the songs of birds and dancing of raindrops.  He transforms seasons with vibrant colors and blankets of frost. He miraculously covers and calms surroundings with fresh, white snow.

At the end of the day, I know that whatever season my life faces, He is with me.  His love warms my heart.  His peace soothes my soul.  His hope brightens my journey.  His compassion eases my burdens. His Presence assures me of His faithfulness.  Knowing His arms await me, hold me, heal me and help me makes this journey so beautiful and purposeful.  Whatever season I face, He embraces me.  I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl

"That driver..."

It was "that driver."  At the worst possible time, I followed a line of traffic being led by "one of those" drivers.  We all know the type.  They drive between fifteen and thirty miles per hour.  Brakes are used on every...single...turn.  Of course, this was a road of many...many...turns.  I was on a schedule.  I was certain that other drivers were heading to work and preferred to arrive on time.  "That driver" needed to either move faster or get off the road, according to my calculations.  I felt ashamed when the slow driver finally pulled over with a map in his hand.  He was obviously lost.  My impatience had not been kind.

I began thinking.  Although I am usually a very patient person, careless or inconsiderate drivers are one of my pet peeves.  Before I pull out a very undeserved halo, I also realize another truth.  I'm not always understanding of "lost traffic" on this journey of life, either.  Oh, I am passionate about the hearts and lives of others...most of the time.  But what about "that person" who doesn't live life responsibly?  Or the one who is harsh and hurtful?  What about the person who stabs me in the back with critical...and false...accusations?  What about that person who has the audacity to hurt someone I love?

Obviously, I am not condoning destructive and abusive behavior.  Yet I realize that before I make a false accusation of my own, I need to accept that I have experienced frequent lost moments on my own journey.  It wasn't the impatient travelers, critical backstabbers or finger-pointers that helped redirect me.  No, it was the kind, patient, loving and genuine heart that touched my heart, held my hand and proved that they cared...really cared..

I am deeply grateful that when I am lost, Someone loves me enough to hold me, heal me and help me find my way.  May I remember the One Who patiently listens and leads me as I travel this journey...even when...especially when...I encounter..."that driver.<3~thl

Restful peace...

It's been a long weekend. I truly need to be still...listen...and rest in His loving care...completely. Thank You, God, for still loving me.♥~thl

Presence of peace...

Peace...He holds me. 
Hope...He assures me.
Love...He surrounds me.
Compassion...He understands me.
Grace...He forgives me.
Strength...He sustains me.
Presence...He is with me.
I am amazed. I am grateful.
I am never alone. ♥~thl

Peaceful gratitude...

Tonight I am thankful for...
God's amazing protection,
Faithful friends,
Compassionate hearts, 
Hugs and laughter, 
Beautiful music,
Hot tea with honey,
Much needed sleep
And peace.
He holds me each moment.
I am amazed. I am grateful.
I am never alone. ♥~thl

Evening gratitude...

In this moment, I am very thankful for...
each amazing breath I take,
genuine, caring hearts,
God's wonderful provision,
smiles that light up the day,
music that soothes my soul...
and...my favorite pillow.
Thank You, God, for precious, amazing and simple gifts.
I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl

Fall and frost...

It was confirmed on the news again tonight.  We can expect frost this weekend!  Part of me is looking very forward to the absence of weeds and pollen!  Yet another part of me is sad that it is time to bring in my citrus trees, ferns and other plants.  Obviously, there is a good...and not so good...part of this season.

I began thinking.  Isn't life like that?  Whatever season we experience, there are reasons to be grateful.  If it is a season of celebration, we have many reasons to rejoice.  If  the season is more challenging, we may still choose an attitude of gratitude and acknowledge blessings we wouldn't ordinarily notice.  

I confess.  I am not a cold weather person...at all.  Yet I am determined to find reasons to rejoice in the middle of this fall season.  I am grateful for the beautiful leaves that turn colors, as if God uses a special paint brush to remind us of His Presence.  I am grateful for our two fur babies, Boomer and Beethoven, who love to chase the falling leaves.  I am grateful for soft sweaters that keep me warm when sundresses and sandals are no longer effective.  I am grateful for hot tea that soothes me on a chilly evening. I am grateful that as fall arrives, I know spring will eventually return.  

Most of all, I am grateful that His love covers me as beautifully and faithfully in cool weather as it does in warm weather.  He is with me through every season.  I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl

Open arms...

It seems like yesterday.  I was in seventh grade.  We were completing the state required physical education tests.  Since our small school didn't have a running track, we had to run on the main highway...Route 42.  Not only was it a public highway, it had a very large, sloped turn in the middle of our designated distance.

Frankly, I was never a great athlete.  Running and tennis were my only decent attempts.  I wasn't the fastest runner.  Nor was I the slowest.  Other tests proved my lack of athletic talent, but I took running very seriously.

The day came.  The highway distance was measured.  The whistle blew.  All of the gals in my class began running.  It didn't take long to hear our panting and the constant thud of shoes hitting the pavement.  Thankfully, I wasn't asthmatic yet.  So I ran...freely.  I was never in front.  Yet on this day, I felt strong.  I knew I may finish well...maybe just behind those wonderful, athletic gals in our class.  I was excited.

Then it happened.  I had to pass another classmate.  We realized we would pass and be passed by others.  As I came around her side, she extended her arms...and kept them there.  No one was going to pass her ...no matter how slowly she ran.  I remember wondering how close her arm was to my throat.  I knew I had to run faster and move away from her or I would fall.   She fought me...not with speed but with determination to hold me back. In fact, she had tripped me in previous races.  I was afraid but I had to keep running.  Somehow, I managed to get around her and I finished the race.  My heart hurt for how she made me feel.  I also hurt for what she felt inside as she struggled to keep us behind her.

I began thinking. Sadly, there are too many "races" on this journey that include some people trying to hold back...or trip...others.  Instead of encouraging others to do their best, use their gifts and abilities, pursue their goals or feel part of a community, the opposite happens.  People are excluded, isolated and unwelcome.  Hearts "hit the pavement" by rejection.  Lives are disconnected from community because arms are extended to keep them at a distance.  What could be a beautiful tapestry of lives joining together becomes a torn, painful, senseless tragedy.

I thank God for holding me close...lifting me up...and encouraging me each step of this journey.  I am thankful for open arms of others' hearts that truly reflect His.  May we run this race for Him and toward Him.  May we encourage each other more as we see the Day approaching.  May we live lifting others up...to Him.<3~thl

In this moment...

In this moment...
I see the dark night sky.
I hear the stillness.
I feel the crisp, chilly air.
I breathe in and out steadily.
I know the rhythm of my heart.
I am alive and amazed by His Presence, power and peace.
His purpose and plan remain.
I am grateful. I am loved.
I am never, ever alone. ♥~thl

To live...love...and cherish...

To be thankful on this journey, 

to know that each step is a gift, 

to realize that each moment is an opportunity,

to cherish what is beautiful,

to grow from what is challenging,

to love and be loved,

to breathe the air,

to speak kind words,

to share life with others,

to encourage with hope,

to listen with compassion,

to sing and play music,

to teach and learn,

to hold and let go,

to open my eyes for another day,

to close my eyes and rest each night,

to celebrate and appreciate,

to give of myself to help someone else,

to walk, talk, see and hear,

to feel His Presence without a doubt,

that is what makes life worth living and love worth giving.

May I never lose sight of His love, hope, peace and joy.

I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl

Whispered strength...

While working on my education major in college, a wise professor said that if you want to capture someone's attention...whisper.  He explained that whispering requires greater focus of others' attention than shouting.  Of course, this does not mean that teachers should whisper continually.  We realize that whether teaching, speaking or singing, our voices frequently require more than whispering.  Yet as my professor discussed, a whisper frequently carries greater emphasis than other options.  We are naturally drawn to trying to hear someone speaking softly while we tend to distance ourselves from someone who is loud. I have found this to be true in many aspects of my life.

I began thinking. While seeking His direction in my life, I have consistently found that God's Presence is most obvious to me in still, quiet and peaceful moments.  Of course, He could capture my attention by using thunder, lightning, wind, crashing waves or other loud alternatives.  Moments sometimes arise when parents must respond strongly, quickly and audibly.  But I seem to learn the most when I am drawn to Him in stillness...in His whispers...and in His tender, loving embrace.

May I draw closer to Him daily.  May I notice His Presence more intentionally.  May His love be reflected in my life...peacefully, quietly, compassionately and consistently.  For His love is everlasting and His truth endures forever.  I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl

Before me...around me...with me

During an unexpected opportunity today, I sat down at the piano, opened up my newest book and began playing a new song.  I was using it as a "warm up" before working on another new song from a favorite CD. Both songs are enjoyable yet very different styles.  One I was learning by reading the music in front of me. The other I was learning by listening and playing on my own.  At the end of the day, I learned new music in different ways.  I began thinking.

Each step of this journey provides lessons in life.  Some lessons are learned by what we see right before us.  Other lessons are learned by listening closely.  Some lessons are obvious.  Some are found by focusing more intentionally.  Much like music, learning about life is a continual process.  There's always more to learn, more to improve, more to apply and more to enjoy. 

Much too often, I rush through the day so fiercely that I miss the beauty and value of each moment.  Whether in front of me or surrounding me, I hurriedly lose opportunities to learn what He wants to teach me.  May I slow down...see what is before me...notice what is around me...and remember that He is always with me.  I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl 

Bold living...

I have been hearing the word...BOLD...more often recently.  Naturally, the first thing I did was open one of my favorite books, the dictionary, to confirm the definition I remembered.  BOLD was defined with words such as fearless, daring, confident and adventurous. I remembered correctly.  Then I began thinking.

Not everyone has a bold personality.  Frankly, bold personalities are often considered rude, arrogant and proud.  We've met them before.  They say anything...to anyone...at anytime...in any manner...and have a habit of not listening to others or considering others' feelings.  That's not the kind of bold I desire to be...or be around.  I kept thinking.

We can live boldly without being rude or insensitive.  We can be bold in love...never afraid to consistently care about others.  We can be bold in hope...confident in His sovereignty, strength and truth.  We can be bold in compassion...reaching out to others who are hurting, grieving, searching and wondering if anyone cares.  We can be bold in faith...knowing that He is who He says He is and He will do what He says He will do.  We can be bold in gratitude...living with a thankful heart for each breath, each day, each opportunity, each loved one each gift we have been given.

Today I want to begin focusing on being more bold in my life.  May I love living and live loving.  May I become more grateful, hopeful, faith-filled and loving.  Though my life may be quiet, I pray He will be reflected BOLDLY in how I love...and live...each moment.<3~thl  

Little things...special things...

It's the little things....that really are the special things. 

...heart to heart chats with faithful friends,

...moments to celebrate life and love,

...unexpected opportunities,

...a sweet card arriving in the mail,

...laughter with loved ones,

...hugs,

...good news in difficult times,

...kindness that touches lives,

...hearing an old song and singing along,

...knowing someone cares,

...realizing He is always with me.

I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl 

Twenty-seven years ago...

At this exact time twenty-seven years ago, I was sitting in a (week long!) revival at Germantown Christian Church, where my husband ministered at the time. I had to sit in the back of the room beside one of our members, who was an RN, because I was having major contractions. I handled them quietly (well, maybe some frequent silent screams and holding onto the chair with blue knuckles! LOL) and didn't disrupt the service...but I definitely missed the next night's service. smile emoticon For this was the night before our precious Rachel Victoria Lorenz's birth! We arrived at CBH the next morning around 7:30 and Rachel was born at 10:01 am on October 6, 1988. I knew that this would be the last night before I became a mother....and life has never been the same! Thank You, God, for the highest calling I was ever given....being the Mom of Rachel and Micah Lorenz. I am forever grateful...and blessed.♥~thl

A true gift...

Each moment is a true gift. Even the difficult moments are a gift for He faithfully and continually holds us. Then there are unexpected moments that take my breath away and remind me that He is amazing, powerful and sovereign. May I remember that each moment is precious with reason to celebrate. I am amazed. I am grateful. I am never alone.♥~thl

As I wait...

As I wait, I listen. As I wait, I trust. As I wait, I hope. As I wait, I believe. As I wait, I rest...in Your loving arms. I know that You know what is best. Show me...in Your time...as I wait. ♥~thl

Messy moments...

There we were...standing in rain and mud.  It was time for "our boys," Boomer and Beethoven, to go outside.  It could not be delayed.  So out we went.  Once we were back inside, I dried them off with a towel, loved on them and told them it was time to go "night, night."  They went to sleep almost immediately.

As I settled in for the evening, I happened to look in the mirror.  The rain had made my hair wild and wavy.  My makeup was non-existent.  My clothes looked like I had, of course, been standing out in the rain.  I had to chuckle...and count my blessings.

We all have those friends...including our precious fur babies...who love us just as we are.  We may have muddy hands, messy hair, wet clothes and bare faces...but they still love us.  I am also reminded of the One Who loves me in the middle of messy moments, rainy days and stormy seasons.  He is faithful and genuine.  He claims me as His child and never walks away.  He even loves me enough to hold me, cleanse me and carry me each step of this journey.  I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl

Definite detours...

It's a challenge...and an important lesson.  Our small town is keeping us alert and aware.  For what seems like a couple months, our route into town has been experiencing construction, which includes temporarily stop lights to alternate one lane traffic areas. Last week, a bridge was closed for repairs on a road beside a busy shopping area.  This week, the bridge on South Main street is closed for much needed repairs.  Today, one of the alternate routes into town was closed due to a tractor trailer accident.  Future changes are ahead as major road construction will take place near our hospital. These are exciting times in our town.

Recent trips into town are becoming quite "scenic" as our family adjusts to the changes. Wherever we need to go for work, Church, shopping or otherwise, our usual way is much different.  Yet when I consider the long term results, I realize that these temporary alternatives serve great purpose.  Safer bridges are essential.  Improved water lines are very beneficial.  Reducing dangerous traffic around the hospital is extremely important. Patience isn't always easy but definitely worthwhile.

I began thinking.  Life has its share of detours, alternate routes and patience building.  We may have definite goals, desires, strategies and plans...but they don't always happen as we anticipated.  Sometimes it is frustrating, confusing. discouraging and disappointing.  Sometimes it is absolutely heartbreaking.  Yet sometimes, detours bring delight, joy, protection, hope and unexpected blessings.

I'm not sure when detours will subside in our town but I will be grateful when our journey is more safe and simple.  Yet I may actually miss some of the scenes I have enjoyed recently as I drive on roads I don't usually travel.  I'm not sure if, or when, life's detours will be resolved.  Yet it is my prayer that wherever this journey takes me, I never lose sight of the One Who loves me, guides me and knows the best route for my life.  He holds, heals and has a much better plan for my life than I realize.  I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone...even on the scenic route.<3~thl  

Lovely, rainy days...

While rainy, fall days aren't my favorite, today reminded me of the gift of each moment.  A precious family member's message made my day with her kind and thoughtful heart.  She not only touches my life...but lives of others who are so very dear to me.  A conversation this afternoon reminded me how the love of a genuine, faithful friend can reach into our hearts and make a cool, leaf-dropping, rainy day absolutely beautiful.  

It is through hearts of kindness, compassion, joy, love and authenticity that lives are deeply touched...perhaps even transformed.  As a new month begins, I am challenging myself to count my blessings more mindfully each day.  But I also want to be a blessing to someone else daily.  We don't need to wait until holidays to be grateful and kind.  May we cherish each moment....every day...and celebrate this journey...by being thankful and helpful...to someone else.  There are countless opportunities to care.  Be a blessing!<3~thl

Seasons of love...

It's the last day of September and leaves are falling. Rain is drenching the ground and cooler temperatures are easing into the season. Summer is gone and daylight is decreasing. But His light still shines. His creation is beautiful. His love surrounds me and I know He is faithful in every season. I am amazed. I am grateful. I am never alone.♥~thl

True reflection...

My heart has been searching for a very long time.  I am not sure why God placed me on this earth...but I trust Him.  I cherish each breath.  I deeply desire to make a difference for Him while I am here.

  

Yet there is much I do not understand.  I am very aware that He is God and I am not.  I am grateful that He is ready, willing and able to handle all that my mortal mind and heart do not comprehend.  He is faithful and loving.  He gives me what I don't deserve and doesn't give me what I do deserve.  I am amazed by His grace and mercy. While I seek Him on this journey...His purpose, His plan, His peace, His provision and His protection...I learn to trust Him more and more.  

Yet my heart aches daily as I observe how we treat each other.  I listen.  I notice.  I witness.  I wonder why we ignore, abandon, degrade, dismiss, disrespect and willfully hurt each other. Why do we pat ourselves on the backs with titles, labels, positions, what we know, with whom we associate and how important we claim to be...while we wound hearts, lives and souls of others?  Oh, I know the sting of being pushed aside or put down by others.  Quite frankly, I know the horrible shame of hurting others, too.   

Jesus said in John 13:35 , "By this everyone will know that you are My disciples, if you love one another." Maybe I am simple-minded but it seems that if we truly love Him, we must truly love each other."  We can't talk it...and not walk it.  

Sometimes I wonder what people will say when I am gone.  Did my life make a difference?  I am not well-known.  My passions and abilities have not placed my name in lights.  I do not bear titles, positions or associations that seem important to man.  My simple prayer is that two words will be spoken.  May each heart, life and step of my journey reflect His love in such a way that others simply know "she cared."  Nothing matters more to me than loving this life and living it with love...His love. I have much to learn.  May I learn....may we all learn...that we truly reflect Him most when we love each other...as He loves us.<3~thl 

Prayer at dusk...

How like You, O God, to remind me of Your love and faithfulness! When I look up to see Your beautiful handiwork, I am assured that You are always there...morning, noon and night. You are God...and I will praise You! I will rest and rejoice in You! ♥~thl

There...

When nights are still, You are there. 
When days are long, You are there.
When moments are challenging, You are there.
When this path twists and turns, You are there.
Thank You for light, love and life as we journey Home. Thank You for always being there.♥~thl