Tiny hands..Touches of heaven...

"She has piano hands!"  Those were the words my "Granddaddy" spoke when he first saw me. I had very dark skin, curly black hair and was very small...barely over six pounds.  Granddaddy's first observation was not about my hair or skin or the tiny baby girl lying in the bassinet.  Instead, he noticed my hands..."piano hands"...as he often called them.

I'm not sure why that was Granddaddy's first response.  Perhaps it was because his sister played piano. My Dad's mother played piano...even as background music for silent movies.  My Mom's mother also played piano.  Granddaddy frequently reminded me.  "You have large hands and long fingers," he said. "Those are piano hands!"

Ironically, around age three, I literally climbed up the piano bench at home and began playing my first classical piece.  Well, it was actually "Jesus Loves Me" but only in my imagination was it close to something Bach, Beethoven or Brahms would have written. My very patient parents and church family endured much as I continued playing piano while I lived in their house and community.

Someone else's hands were much more important than my hands.  Someone else's hands served great purpose, life changing purpose, in ways only His Father could know. Someone else's hands literally touched countless lives in beautiful, miraculous, grueling, excruciating and eternal ways.

I often wonder.  What did God think and feel as He looked upon the hands of His only Son?  Only God knew the details of what His Son's hands would do when He arrived as a newborn Baby.  Only God knew the way His Son would hold the scrolls in the Temple as a young man.  Only God knew the way His Son would hold a hammer and saw as a carpenter...building, creating, renewing and transforming.  Only God knew the miracles His Son would perform as blind eyes would see, deaf ears would hear, diseased bodies would heal and dead bodies would arise.  Only God knew what His Son's hands would eventually endure...on a cross...bearing the weight of the sins of the world.  Only God knew that His Son's hands would  build, create, restore, renew, transform and save...lives...forever.

I also wonder.  How does God view our hands daily?  Does He see us reaching out to others?  Does He see us sharing, caring, working, worshiping, holding, helping and touching lives...in His name?  We may think that our hands are ordinary...imperfect...shaky...weak...or insignificant.  Yet we are created with hands, hearts and lives we can use for Him.

It was on an ordinary night...through ordinary people...that an extraordinary God...touched lives forever.  Tiny hands were touches from Heaven.  These would become the hands of love, life and light. He is the One Whose hands calm the sea, hold us close and lead us Home...to Him. I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone. I am held in His loving, nail-scarred hands.<3~thl  

Never alone...

Mary...could not have done it alone.  Joseph...could not have faced it alone.  The amazing, beautiful story of Christ's birth is full of simple people who were asked to trust God's plan.  They were never alone.  I am learning more and more each day, especially recently, that there is much about this life journey that I can not face alone.  It's challenging.  It's heartbreaking.  It's painful.  It's uncertain.  More than ever before, I need to remember that I am not alone.  The same God Who hung the moon, put the stars in place, caused the sun to shine and sent His Son to this earth...is with me.  He is with those I love.  He is able to strengthen, guide, heal, calm and assure.  I will trust Him.  He is with us.  We are never alone.<3~thl

My prayer....everywhere....

May this be my prayer tonight, tomorrow and for the rest of my moments on this Earth.♥~thl

"Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light.
Where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled, as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive.
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Amen."
Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi  

Something new....yet always old....

What was I thinking? Well, I certainly enjoy learning, studying and discovering new things. However, I may have pushed the limit recently. Several weeks ago, we purchased new phones. Our "two plus" year old phones were no longer functioning properly. The task of learning a new smart phone intimidates me terribly. I have been known to shed tears in past years because I felt so outsmarted by new ones. Slowly but surely, I have become more familiar with this newest phone and am at least able to do necessary work on it. Obviously, I have a long way to go but at least no tears have been shed this time...yet.

Due to a promotion offer when we purchased the new phones, we also received a new tablet. Oh my! That has been a new experience and challenge but again, we are learning the process one step at a time. Actually, it was almost more difficult to locate and purchase accessories for it than to learn the basic functions of the tablet. So that's two out of two new devices we are learning. So far, so good.

This past June, my husband gave me a new laptop for my birthday. My seven year old one is still working but not efficiently. I am very grateful for my new laptop and all the new updated programs...but it took me until today...four months later...to turn it on for the first time. Whew! I somehow successfully turned on the power, set up basic information, connected to our internet source and found my way into several programs I use for my writing, projects, etc.. But...I am overwhelmed, to say the least. Basics are different. Programs are different. Appearance is different. Everything is different and I am not even close to feeling comfortable or confident in the process. No tears yet...but I am lost.

I began thinking. Although I love learning...although I appreciate advances in technology...although I am always curious about what makes things work and how to improve life....I am also a very old soul. I am grateful to know that some things do not have to change because they never go out of style or become less effective. A kind word. Manners. The beauty of a sunset. People helping people. Great neighbors. A child's laughter. A loving community. The gift of music. The squeeze of an elderly parent's hand. Lifelong friends. Hearing someone say "I love you." Smiles. Hope. A new day. Another breath. Each amazing heartbeat.

Yes, change is happening around us. It's a part of life...sometimes challenging, sometimes beneficial. And constant. Yet I hope and pray that I may never lose sight of what needs to remain the same....to love living, to live loving, to cherish each moment we are given and to be grateful for the One Who is always with me. Continually.♥~thl

Love Living...Live Loving...Anyway.

It has been on my heart for a long time...for many reasons.  It continues to pull at my heart more each day.  I've been around for quite awhile now.  I have seen much in my lifetime.  Wars.  Tragedies. Death.  Loss.  Division.  Heartache.  September 11, 2001.  Unfair situations.  Unbelievable circumstances. And more.  Much more.  Yet my heart is heavy now in ways I never imagined.  That says much.

This is a simple plea.  It is not a political post.  It is not a preaching post.  It is a stirring that cannot be silenced.  An ache that cannot be ignored.  A voice that must be shared...respectfully, peacefully, sincerely, lovingly.

For no matter what I have known, seen, felt, experienced or endured in my life, I have never encountered such a time as this.  It's a time when pain is much too prevalent, destruction is much too determined, opinions are much too obvious...and love is much too lost.  In the middle of difficult times, we seem to have lost our way...with respect, with kindness, with hope, with peace, with grace, with faith, with purpose and with love for Him...for each other.  If it is more acceptable to disrespect, degrade and destroy than to listen, love and live in harmony, we have, indeed, lost sight of what is most important.

I never met her.  I wish I had.  But her words, her life and her willingness to care about others made a difference in countless lives.  Mother Teresa wrote...

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

It is my prayer that each moment of life will be cherished, celebrated and lived as the gift we have been granted.  May we love living....and live loving. Continually.<3~thl

The beginning of fall...

It's that time of year again.  As of 10:21 a.m. this morning, September 22, 2016, we will officially enter the autumn equinox....also known as Fall.  It is a beautiful time of year with vibrant colors showering the trees, cool temperatures at night and aromas of apple cider, pumpkin pie and cinnamon sticks in the kitchen.  The sound of leaves crunching on the ground as we play with our fur babies, the warm heat in our homes and the change of summer clothes for warm sweaters all guide us to a new season delivering its own special circumstances and celebrations.

I enjoy fall.  It is the season when our daughter was born.  I remember the vivid hues of yellow, orange and red in the trees surrounding our house during that special time.  I remember wearing warm clothes to the hospital and making sure our newborn was safe and warm each time we went outside.  I remember making preparations for our family Thanksgiving and directing Christmas program rehearsals for our Church family.  Fall is full of beauty, activity and opportunity.

Yet it is always a bit disappointing when I say goodbye to summer.  I love warm temperatures, wearing summer dresses and flip flops...and going barefoot.  I love playing with our precious dogs and feeling the warmth of sunshine whenever I am outside.  I love picnics, summer drives and the smell of recently cut grass.  I love dancing in gentle, summer rains when everything smells fresh and clean.  I love rainbows, cooking on the grill and breathing better.  I love summer.  I will miss it.

I have learned on this journey, however, that seasons are a part of life.  Of course, spring, summer, fall and winter are expected.  Yet there are other seasons we may or may not anticipate. Although spring and summer are my favorite seasons, this year's warm months brought unexpected challenges and unpredictable circumstances.  Blessings were abundant.  Concerns and challenges were present.  Yet I learned to appreciate more the rising of the sun, the comfort of the rain, the power of the storm and the songs of night time creatures.  I learned to focus on each moment, release more of what I cannot change and cherish each miraculous breath given.

Today is the beginning of a new season.  Although temperatures will inevitably become cooler, I am learning to appreciate the warmth of a cup of tea, the joy of preparing homemade soup, the beauty of the trees and the celebration of life.  I certainly don't know what to expect in many ways but I do know that not one step of this journey is taken alone.  Some may call it Autumn.  I call it Fall for it is yet another opportunity to lean into His arms and be grateful for each wonderful moment.  I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl

Hot Tea in the summer...

I'm not used to sipping hot tea in the first week of August. That's my fall and winter drink. Yet feeling yucky, taking Rxs, wrapping up in blankets and sipping hot tea have helped me slow down...and enjoy the simple things of life. There is beauty in hearing rain fall, thunder in the distance, neighbors in their yards, summer sounds at night...and silence. I need to slow down frequently. I need to notice the beauty of life regularly. I need to cherish the simple things...continually. I am amazed. I am grateful. I am blessed by His gifts.♥~thl

Stop...Breathe...Know...

Sometimes I have to stop...take a deep breath...tune out all the noise of this world...and remember that even in the chaos of life, God is still very present! He hears. He sees. He knows. He cares. He loves. He is with us. We are never alone. My breath continues and my heart beats as living proof that He holds me in His hands. I am amazed. I am grateful. I am never alone.♥~thl

Rooted reminder...

It was a day I dreaded. After an appointment several weeks ago, it was time to return to my endodontist for yet another procedure.  This specialized dentist is professional, personable and highly recommended.  Yet I was not looking forward to enduring another visit.  It would involve more needles, more drills, more medication, more work, more pressure, more pain, more time and more expense.

After the doctor finished, he kindly explained that complications had required more time and attention.  In order to repair each section, he had to confront the depths of each section. I began thinking.  

It doesn't take long to realize that our world is complicated.  Pain, pressure and problems surround us.  Each day is inundated with more shocking news, sadness, weariness and uncertainty. How are we supposed to handle all the hurt, questions, problems and conflict?

When the alarm went off early this morning, my first thought was to run...run away from this day...run far, far away from problems, pain and pressure.  Maybe if I ignore it, it will go away.  Yet I knew that the answer was not running from what was required...but facing what was needed in order to repair and restore my situation.

Interestingly, as my endodontist worked on my tooth, I noticed a bracelet on his wrist that read Proverbs 3: 5>8.  I knew most of it since Proverbs 3: 5>6 is my favorite Scripture passage.   Once I returned home, I read the entire passage his bracelet mentioned:  "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight.  Do not be wise in your own eyes; fear the Lord and shun evil.  This will bring health to your body and nourishment to your bones."

What a wonderful reminder was placed in my face...literally...just when I needed it most!  Life is complicated.  Yet repair and restoration are possible.  We don't even have to do it alone.  For the One who repairs and restores is the very One Who holds us, heals us, loves us and leads us.  Trusting Him makes each day purposeful, valuable and hopeful in the depths of my life.  I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl    

Fifth grade failure...

It was a moment I remember clearly.  As I stood in the classroom on that first day of school, I was excited, challenged and terrified.  I loved my teacher.  She had actually taught my Dad, my two older brothers...and now me.  "Miss Mary" began every morning reading from the Bible followed by the class pledging allegiance to the flag. Then she took turns teaching two grades.  Yes....two grades were in each classroom. The teachers made it look simple.  While one grade studied, the other grade was taught a new lesson.(As a former teacher, I remain amazed by their methods and success!)  This was the fifth and sixth grade classroom.  Every classroom at Maywood Elementary School had two grades except for seventh grade, where the teacher was also the principal.  For the next two years, Miss Mary would be my teacher.  My Aunt was her aide and the school secretary.  We were located  in the upstairs hallway and now seen as "upperclassmen" at MES. It was an eventful day! 

I vividly recall Miss Mary putting her arm around me and telling me how pleased she was to have me as her student.  When she asked if I was excited, my first words were "Yes....but I don't want to fail."  I had never failed any class previously.  Yet I was concerned that I might not be smart enough to make it this time!  I remember Miss Mary's encouraging words.  "Oh, sweet girl, you're a hard worker and I know you will do just fine."  Miss Mary was a kind lady but she didn't say something unless she meant it.  Now I felt like I could make it through fifth grade...and perhaps sixth grade, too!  

This week has been one of reflection and evaluation for me.  I realize where I have been.  I realize where I am.  I realize where I want to be before my journey is complete. Ironically, those same words spoken to the teacher by a shy fifth grader...still resound in my mind.  I am excited...but I don't want to fail. Yet I have failed.  I have failed as a person, a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother, a friend, a musician, a teacher, a counselor and every area of my life.  The dictionary defines failure as "falling short.."  Yes, I have done that many times and what incredible lessons I have learned in those failures.

I have learned that failure doesn't mean I will give up.  I have learned that failure is a valuable teacher.  I have learned that failure is not the end.  I have learned that failure helps me learn, grow, understand and become a better person.  Most importantly, I have learned that even when I fail, Someone still believes in me. He places His arms around me.  He holds me.  He has a purpose for me.  He loves me.  

Yes, I actually made it through fifth and sixth grades without any major concerns.  Knowing Miss Mary cared made me want to learn more and work even harder.  Knowing He cares about me makes me want to make the most of each moment, lesson and opportunity.  I will fail again.  I will fall short repeatedly. Falling short is tough on a perfectionist...but I have found peace in knowing He is with me, He forgives me and He loves me...anyway. May the excitement continue for there's much to learn ahead!<3~thl

More You, less me...

If my simple life can bring...
more smiles than tears,
more love than hatred,
more joy than sorrow,
more faith than fear,
more peace than pain,
more harmony than discord,
more compassion than apathy,
more kindness than criticism,
and more light than darkness,
perhaps it will be more helpful than hurtful.
Oh, God, I fall short and fail often.
May all I do and say be more of You and less of me.<3~thl

Counting...

Knowing I never walk this journey alone...makes each step more beautiful, meaningful and purposeful.  May I never forget to count my blessings...and count on Him.<3!~thl

Life song...

While playing piano recently, I paused to consider why I love music so much. Before I ever climbed upon the piano bench around three years of age, I sang. Lots. I absorbed every song Dad taught me.  I listened to music at church, on the radio, on television, in public and even in stores.  I listened and watched as others sang and played instruments.  Music mesmerized me. Always.

I vividly recall the literal climb onto the piano bench in our house for the first time. I still don't know what motivated me to do so at that moment.  Mom was downstairs.  My older brothers were at school.  I simply remember being drawn to the piano.  I remember looking at those black and white keys...amazed, curious and determined.  Without hesitation, I placed my little hands onto that beautiful instrument...and played my very first song in its entirety..."Jesus Loves Me."  It was not a classical piece.  But it was identifiable...hopefully. Mom immediately rushed upstairs asking who I had allowed in the house to play piano without her knowledge.  I simply said..."me."  I won't forget Mom's expression.  Ever.  Priceless.

Yesterday I sat at the piano again.  Before placing my favorite classical book before me, I paused.  I observed those beautiful eighty-eight keys.  I recalled decades of countless weddings, church services, college events, funerals and special occasions in this same position.  The instrument is silent, awaiting the touch of my hands and feet while focusing on the score and the sound.  Whether piano, organ, keyboard or voice, there is a call to simply share the message of the music with the listening hearts of others. Each moment is a gift to never take lightly for music touches lives in its own powerful and precious way.  I pray.  I surrender.  I share.  For Him.  For them.

I can't help but see a similarity of life as I look at the keyboard.  The journey of our life song varies.  From soft and slow, to strong and rapid, music captures senses and souls with different approaches. Sometimes pitches are low, as if wading through life's valleys.  Sometimes notes are in medium ranges, as if walking through a routine day.  Sometimes, pitches rise higher than expected as if celebrating special, emphatic moments.  Sometimes there is uneasy discord.  Sometimes there is beautiful harmony.  Sometimes we feel lost in a harsh cacophony.  Sometimes, we embrace a soothing symphony.  Sometimes, we simply and importantly....rest.  Yet as each moment, each note and each composition unfold, we realize that the Composer is still present.  He directs us through measures, steps, seasons and chapters...one beat at a time.

I am not sure how my journey, my song, my life will be fulfilled in its entirety.  The last beat has not been counted.  The last note has not been shared.  Yet I am grateful that He is watching, leading and writing the music as He somehow uses this very imperfect instrument for His purpose and plan.  I will not take a moment for granted.  I pray.  I surrender.  I share.  For Him.  For them.<3~thl    

Still and seeking...

In this season of "being still" and knowing that He is God, I am listening and learning more than I ever imagined. Thank you for your continued concern and prayers for our family and this journey we are facing presently! Even in such times, God reminds me that He still offers peace, purpose and a plan for my life. My writing will hopefully resume soon...as well as other exciting goals He has placed on my heart. I am amazed. I am grateful. I am never alone for He is with me. Always.♥~thl

Anyway. Always.

The past few weeks have been an incredible lesson about life on many levels. I have learned to depend on Him even more. I have realized the value and presence of faithful, loving, authentic family and friends. I have seen Him work in unexpected ways and people. Above all, I have learned to trust in Him...and to never give up hope. Never. As Spring surrounds us, I am grateful for reminders of His continued presence, power and peace. I am amazed. I am grateful. I am never alone. I am loved. Anyway. Always.♥~thl

Easter morning...every moment...

Easter morning is a beautiful reminder that no matter what has been, or is happening...no matter how dark moments seem to be...no matter how many doors have closed in our faces...no matter how many have turned their backs...no matter how painful or disappointing circumstances may be...There. Is. Hope. Forever! He loves us. He holds us. He will not forsake us. He has conquered death and darkness. I can...and I will...face tomorrow. ..because He lives...because He loves...because life is so much more than what this world has to offer. I am amazed. I am grateful. I am never, ever alone. I am loved. Anyway. Always. ♥~thl

Held and hopeful...

Thank You, God, for holding us every moment, in every situation and never letting go. I am amazed. I am grateful. I am never alone.♥~thl

Change...yet constant...

It's time for a change this weekend.  Tonight, (Saturday), clocks will be moved forward one hour before going to bed.  Although I do not enjoy losing an hour of sleep, the time change is a reminder that spring is almost here.  The transition seems less abrupt for our family when we move our clocks forward during early afternoon instead of at bedtime.  Somehow, we seem to anticipate the change more readily than moving a clock forward at the last possible moment.  

I began thinking.  Life's journey also seems to be a constant process of adjustments.  Someone once said that "Change is the only constant in life."  There is truth in that statement.  When I reflect on the way life used to be as a child compared to the way life is now, there is no doubt that major change has taken place.  When I remember the seasons of my life, change is obvious.  People change.  Circumstances change.  Lives change.

  

While I have welcomed some changes, there are other changes I wish would have never happened.  That's part of the journey.  Yet I am very glad that there is something far greater than change that is constant in life.  I am deeply grateful that the One Who made me, loves me and holds me...never changes.  He was, is and shall be...forever!  Even when...especially when...everything else is changing, I find hope and peace knowing that He is with me..always.<3~thl

Father and fog...

My drive home tonight was a bit more challenging than usual.  My vision is quite limited at night anyway, which requires extra caution.  After a day of much rain, however, thick fog developed so my journey home took a little longer. Yet it wasn't a time for fear or confusion.  It was a time for gratitude for recognizing the familiar in the middle of unfamiliar conditions.

I began thinking.  Isn't life like that?  Just when the journey seems familiar enough that we feel comfortable, something happens that seems to cloud our perspective, create more challenges and cause unexpected confusion.  Perhaps it involves major life changes, illness, disappointments or loss.  What we thought we knew becomes much different.

I am grateful that the One Who holds me on clear, sunny days is also the One Who holds me on dark, foggy nights.  I am thankful that His Presence surrounds me in peaceful times as well as stormy times.  He is familiar, consistent, all-knowing and ever-present even when my journey becomes very unfamiliar.  His love is with me.  Always.  Each step.  Every time.  I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl

Perplexed but protected...

While running errands yesterday, a situation arose that made me feel quite apprehensive. Someone approached me wanting to get in my vehicle. I was alone. I was still in the vehicle. His reason was illogical and misleading. Thankfully, I knew better than to cooperate. He returned to his vehicle and drove around the parking lot aimlessly before going to another place of business to do the same. I wonder what his intentions actually involved.

I began thinking. If running errands in a small town can present such questionable situations, I wonder what other dangers surround us in this world. Obviously, turning on the news answers that all too well.

I am grateful for The One Who protects me every day...more than I could possibly imagine. He holds me each moment, even when...especially when...I don't understand the journey. I am amazed. I am grateful. I am never alone.♥~thl

Flu...and forever thankful...

Well, the last member of our family became ill today. After weeks of flu, cold and viruses among us, the last Lorenz standing, (Tim), is in bed with the flu. It's been an interesting winter on many levels.

I am thankful for The One Who holds us, heals us, loves us and never leaves us on this journey. Whether our bodies ache or our hearts break, I am grateful that He restores us, renews us and refreshes us. He is faithful. I am amazed. I am loved...anyway.♥~thl

Selections and surroundings...

While putting things in my spring/summer closet recently, I noticed that my color preference is quite obvious.  There are many pink, lavender, navy and black selections but it is evident that the majority of my clothes are white. Checking  the coat closet, I realized that I even own more than one white coat/jacket.  My family will confirm that when shopping, the first item I pick up is...white.  Always.

I'm not sure why I choose white more often.  Yet...I don't desire to wear white all the time.  I personally don't even prefer white walls in our home.  (White furniture...oh, yes...which is why I choose other colors for walls.)  As much as I love white, I realize that there is a limit to how much I wear or use in my surroundings.  I began thinking.

What do my choices in life say about me?  Am I as selective about surroundings...and the influence of people...as I am about clothes, furniture and paint preferences?  Do I allow opinions of others to define me? Do surroundings in my life limit or encourage His work in my life?  Do I allow Him to work in me, on me and through me?  Do I have limits in what I will and will not allow in my life?

Life is precious.  May each amazing moment be lived seeking what truly matters and dismissing what doesn't.  May I never waste a moment.  May I pause to notice all the beauty along this journey...in every color, every situation and every choice.  May all I see...remind me to be all I can be...for Him.<3~thl

This one...

We have this day...this one precious moment...this one breath...this one heartbeat...this one amazing gift from God...to share with Him and for Him.

May I offer each moment as an expression of gratitude, opportunity and love in whatever way possible.

I am a simple gal. I live a simple life. Yet I believe that He can use simplicity to make a difference. May each moment simply count...for Him...The One.♥~thl

True friends...The Friend...

It is a major blessing to have true friends...the kind you may not talk to daily, weekly or even every month. Yet when you have the opportunity to chat with them, you pick up right where you left off...as if time stood still. For some reason, I have been given dear friends like that. Our hearts are with each other no matter what happens between conversations or visits. Wow!

I am so grateful that I also have a Heavenly Father who is always there for me...ready to listen to my thoughts, my feelings, my dreams, my questions, my frustrations and even my failures. He still loves me...anyway. I love that He listens to me although I know He probably nods His head and says..."Here she goes again." I am even more amazed that He allows me to listen to Him...anytime, anywhere, under any circumstances, for any reason.

He is faithful. I am amazed. I am loved. Anyway.♥~thl

Live...Love...Now...

I never met her...or them.  I never attended their concerts or owned their CD.  Yet the past few months had me watching, praying, loving and hoping...for Joey and Rory Feek, a country/gospel music duo.  Joey has battled cancer and as her husband wrote about their journey, I couldn't help but notice, admire and respect their amazing faith as they faced terminal illness with eternal hope. Today, March 4, around 2:30 pm, Joey took her last breath on earth and her first breath in Heaven.

Something that Joey's husband wrote, as he announced on his blog that she had gone Home, moved my heart deeply. Rory said, "In the time that God gave her...I believe Joey's given all she could give.  She's loved all she could love and lived all she could live."  What an incredible and beautiful testimony for this precious forty-year-old wife, mom, daughter, sister and musician who left this world much better than she found it.

I have witnessed life on many levels.  I have carried and given birth to our children.  I have lost precious family and dear friends too many times.  I have witnessed life leaving this world. My own mother is gradually fading from the life she has known here toward a time that will eventually take her Home, too.  I have also been between life and death as prayers were prayed and medical personnel literally raced me down a hospital hallway.  Life is so precious.  Life is so frail.  It arrives and leaves much too quickly.

Those who know me best know that I often share this simple statement.  "Love living.  Live loving."  Those are my most simple, sincere and strong words I can say from my own journey.  I take life...and love...seriously.  Each day reminds me that this is the time to "give all I can give, love all I can love and live all I can live."

May we celebrate each moment He has given us.  May we share the love He has shown us.  May we give as He has so beautifully given to us.  Today.  Tonight.  Tomorrow.  Each breath.  May we truly and thoroughly "Love living...and Live Loving."<3~thl

Resting...

The quiet of the snow covered street,
The peace of night's sleeping shadows,
The warmth of our heated home,
The scent of a burning candle,
The soft light illuminating the room
Encourage rest in our home.
Yet the Presence of the One Who loves me
Allows peace, hope, calm and joy.
In His arms, I am renewed, restored, revived.
I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am at rest.<3~thl

Running Home...

Quietly,

Peacefully,

Longingly,

Wearily,

Dependently,

Joyfully,

Lovingly,

Definitely,

Amazingly,

Beautifully,

Significantly,

Honestly,

Vulnerably,

Simply,

I run into His arms.

He holds me.

He calms me.

He renews me.

He refreshes me.

He restores me.

He strengthens me.

He loves me.

I am amazed.

I am grateful.

I am Home.<3~thl

Replaced or Restored....

It happened quickly...yet over time.  As I worked on my laptop tonight, I put on my  prescription reading glasses...and the left ear piece broke off...completely.  Actually, this is the oldest pair that I own, which is kept on the nightstand just in case I need them for a quick glance.  A newer pair is used for traveling, reading books, paper work, etc..  Yet this pair is old, scratched, loose and worn.  It didn't really shock me when they broke.  They had been through much over the years.  They will be replaced.

I began thinking.  Some things can be replaced.  Some things cannot.  We actually live in a very disposable world, which concerns me greatly.  If an appliance breaks, we replace it.  If we get tired of a piece of clothing or a pair of shoes, we replace them.  If we own something we don't like, we get rid of it.  I was raised to never waste anything.  "Repurposing" is nothing new in my life.  We found countless ways to repair and use things during my childhood and with my own family.  Yet our present society throws away anything that we no longer want, need or value.

Honestly, I am deeply concerned that we have become quite "disposable" with the hearts and lives of others.  It seems much too easy to dismiss what others feel, need or experience.  If someone isn't worth our time or interests, we walk away from them.  If someone isn't valuable enough, good enough, smart enough, talented enough, attractive enough, young enough or strong enough, we dismiss them from our lives.  (Note:  I am not referring to unhealthy, abusive or dangerous relationships in which distance is necessary.)  Far too often, we dispose of those who are broken...struggling, searching, hurting and weary...because they are of no benefit to us. It seems we value...or devalue...others based on what is best for our image, our titles, our desires and our interests.

I am grateful that God doesn't exclude His love so easily.  I am touched that He still values my life with all my imperfections.  I am amazed that the One Who is perfect loves, heals and transforms broken lives.  He doesn't want to replace us.  He wants to restore us.  I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am loved...anyway.<3~thl  

Go ahead...make their day...

He only wanted three smoothies.  With a daughter and wife ill this weekend, my husband drove to town to get something that sounded tasty and tolerable for our weak bodies.  He ordered in the drive-thru and was asked to wait in a parking area for special orders.  There seemed to be a shortage of ingredients at the restaurant but they planned to have the problem resolved soon.  Fifteen minutes later, no one had delivered the smoothies to his vehicle.  So he patiently, yet purposefully, walked inside and asked about his order.  Much to his disappointment, the smoothies were neither made...nor available.  The cashier refunded his money and an optional order was placed.  

As my husband later watched an action movie, I couldn't help but recognize the difference in his approach with the prolonged wait for smoothies...and the lack of patience shown in the action movie.  Yet I also thought about this on another level.

Patience is something I usually handle well...unless it's a traffic jam...or rude behavior.  Then it's a definite challenge.  Yet before I allow my long fuse of patience to wear out, I need to realize a major truth.  God has been...and continues to be...very patient with me...much more than I deserve.  He knows I have fallen short of much more than three smoothies.  He has waited much longer than fifteen minutes for me to learn important lessons.  He has not destroyed me when I fail.  He hasn't called me degrading names when I make a mistake.  He loves me...forgives me...and restores me...repeatedly.

May the amazing love, grace and mercy He extends to me...be shown and shared with others on this journey. Making someone's day...is much more effective when reflecting Him than reacting impatiently.<3~thl 

Leaping blessings...

Miracles do happen. Twenty-eight years ago today...February 29, 1988...I was told that I was going to be a mother. It was a "leap day" I shall never forget. It was an answer to many prayers, dreams and conversations with God. In His timing, in His power and in His plan, our "Little Miracle" was on her way.

There are many things I do not understand on this journey. Yet I have learned to trust Him through it all. He is faithful. He hears our prayers. He is with us. Always. ♥~thl

Available and attentive...

Our precious fur babies, Boomer and Beethoven, know how to get our attention! When they are inside and want to go out, they let us know. When they are outside and want to go in, they let us know. When they want to play, they let us know. When they want to be petted and babied, they let us know.

Perhaps one of my favorite methods they use...is howling. They howl at the moon...at other animals...at coyotes...and when they want our attention...immediately!

I have noticed that as soon as we respond, they become quiet, attentive and very happy to see us. I began thinking.

How amazing that our Heavenly Father's Presence is always available. In a whisper, song, word, tear or silence, He hears me. He knows me. He loves me. He holds me. I am amazed. I am grateful. I am never alone.♥~thl

A grateful day...

It wasn't the best day. I woke up with an unexpected and unwelcome virus. I didn't get much accomplished. I was disappointed.

It wasn't the worst day. I woke up breathing, seeing, hearing, feeling, thinking and able to walk. I heard and spoke with loved ones. It was a blessed day and I am grateful.♥~thl

Praying, thanking, pleading, trusting...

Thank You, God...
for hearing our hearts when there are no words,
for holding us when there are no answers,
for seeing what others do not recognize,
for knowing what this world doesn't realize,
for loving us when we feel like we have failed.

Please, God...
bring comfort those who are hurting,
bring assurance to those who are searching,
bring peace to those who are struggling,
bring strength to those who are weakening,
bring hope to those who are falling.

You are faithful.  I will trust You.<3 ~thl

Snowflakes on the face...

A few moments ago, I opened our front door, stood in the entryway and watched snow blowing across our yard. As strong winds were gusting, several snowflakes landed on my face.  Although they were cold, the warmth I enjoyed from being inside kept me from being completely chilled.

I began thinking.  Life is a beautiful and precious gift.  Yet there are moments, seasons and circumstances that are cold, unfair, painful...even brutal.  While we cannot deny the reality of such stings along life's journey, it is most helpful to remember the warmth we are also given.  Knowing there are faithful friends, dear family and the One Who loves us continually provides strength, hope and encouragement.

I am deeply grateful for the warmth in my life which guides, sustains and holds me regardless of what is happening around me or within me.  May I seize every opportunity to touch other lives as genuinely and graciously as He has touched my life through precious souls.  I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl  

Love and laundry...

Surprisingly, I enjoy doing laundry.  Perhaps it is inherited since my Grandfather owned a dry cleaning business many years ago.  Maybe it is because I cherish memories of helping my Mom wash, hang, dry and fold laundry for our large family.  Yet I also enjoy laundry days because the process of something dirty and wrinkled becoming clean and orderly gives me satisfaction.

Oh, I admit that it can be overwhelming when we return from a trip and there are more loads of laundry than I can finish in a day.  When both of our children were in college at the same time, it was normal to have ten loads of laundry to complete before they returned to their schools.  Yet it always brought me joy to see the laundry room filled with clothes because that meant they were home.

Laundry day reminds me of another special truth.  If helping with my family's laundry means that much to me, I can only imagine the deep love He has for us as He cleanses our lives, mistakes and sins on this journey.  He knew we would not live blamelessly.  He knew we would get it wrong...repeatedly.  Yet He loves us so much that He paid the ultimate price to transform stained lives into forgiven souls.

Those who knew me best know that I am adamant about keeping ample laundry supplies available.  As soon as something is low, it is written on the shopping list so we will never be without what is needed.  What a tremendous joy to know that His love for me is unending, unconditional and merciful. although I will always need His grace, mercy and forgiveness.  I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl

Waiting by the Light...

Meteorologists are presently predicting a "wild" week of winter weather.  I don't like the sound of that.  There are potential thunderstorms, rain, wind, cooler temperatures and snow.  When I was a child, I wasn't as concerned about the weather.  Somehow I just knew that whether storms, snow, sleet or loss of electricity occurred, my parents had a plan.  They would take care of us.  In fact, one of my favorite childhood memories includes sitting around the warm, bright fireplace as we waited for the electric company to restore our power.
 
As I reflect on this life journey, I remember countless, unexpected "wild" twists and turns over the years.  Storms of uncertainty, loss, disappointment and misdirection were inevitable.  Yet as the years progress, I have learned that I never faced any situation alone.  No matter how major the messes seem to be, He has a plan...a way of refining us through it all.  He will take care of me.  Waiting for the next steps of this journey, I must remember to pause, pray and listen.   Through His warmth and light surrounding me, He restores my soul and renews my strength.

What a joy to know that His loving Presence brings lasting peace.  I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl

Happy Birthday, Grandma Genny!

There are precious lives on our journey who touch our hearts forever. Even after they have passed, they are still a daily part of us. Their love, their wisdom, their words, the precious memories remain deeply intertwined and influential in all we do.

Today is our beloved Grandma Genny's birthday. She is missed tremendously by all who knew and loved her. Yet, she is lovingly and beautifully remembered every single day. Grandma didn't just tell us she loved us daily. She showed her love for us continually.

Happy Birthday in Heaven, Grandma! Thank you for loving us so unconditionally, generously and graciously. You loved us with all your heart. We love you and we can hardly wait to see you again. Have a wonderful birthday in Heaven. I have no doubt you are singing and playing piano with the angels. I love you, honey, and I will see you soon.♥~thl

Little yet loving...

It's little acts of kindness that touch our hearts so sweetly. It's unexpected thoughtfulness that makes our day so bright. It's people helping people, that sincerely make a difference. It's caring about each other that makes the journey blessed.♥~thl

Golden moments...

It's the weekend...a very needed and anticipated time after an interesting week.  There's much to do but the opportunity to slow down, rest and soak in silence will be wonderful. 

It's a beautiful and interesting journey...but there are very needed and anticipated times to pause and reflect.  There's always much to do but those golden opportunities to slow down, rest in His arms and listen to Him are essential.  

May the golden moments always remind us of Who...and what...matter most.<3~thl

Love vs. Mud...

Returning home recently, I noticed our sweet fur babies, Boomer and Beethoven, were enjoying time outside.  Born in Canada, they love snow and cooler temperatures but their play time has been limited due to messy weather conditions.  On this sunny day, however, they were pleased to enjoy fresh air, barking at traffic, guarding our "home on the hill" and sitting in the sunshine.  I also noticed that they had been in mud puddles but that didn't stop their enthusiastic response.  As I climbed out of our vehicle, they began barking and wanting me to play with them.  I could not refuse such a warm, loving welcome.  

Those who know me best know that my favorite color is white and it just so happened that I had on a white jacket.  But "our boys" were jumping, running and standing on back legs to celebrate my return so I did what any fur baby loving lady would do.  I played with them, hugged them, let them kiss my face and put their sweet, muddy paws on me...including my very white jacket.  It was an easy decision.  Love versus mud.  Love won.  

I began thinking.  My life has certainly had its share of mud, too. I may not wear mud on my face or clothes publicly...but my life is imperfect, inconsistent and a continuous learning experience. Just like my white jacket after that warm welcome, I have been covered with mud from life's journey.  

Thankfully, Someone sees me through the eyes of love and also wants to welcome me Home.  He recognizes my obvious stains but He has made a way to cleanse them.  Pulling my white jacket out of the washer, I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized all the muddy stains were gone.  My heart is touched when I realize that He washes away my stains, too.  When it comes to Love versus mud, Love wins...again.

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

Loving Song...forever...

There are some days that tug on our hearts more than others.  Some days are unforgettable, irreplaceable and so deeply engraved into the core of our existence that we are changed forever.  February 18 will always be a bittersweet day for me.  It is the birthday of a precious little girl we will always love.  Always.  

Song was born in China and although there were clothes in her closet, books to be read, a crib for her to sleep in, a high chair for her to eat in, a family who longed to bring her home and call her their own...it didn't happen.  I will never understand the obvious call to adopt her yet the heartbreak that the six year journey brought...ending with empty arms, shattered dreams and a family that mourns her absence every day.  We would celebrate her sixth birthday if she were home with us now.  Yet there will be no birthday cake, no pink balloons, no friends sleeping over and no squeals of laughter filling our house on this day.  

Although Song never made it into our arms, she will always live in our hearts.  Nothing will ever remove her place in our hearts, lives, prayers and family.  She taught us so much about trusting God when there are no answers, no excuses, no reasons and no healing of the hole in our lives.  The pain will always be present...because our love for her will always remain.  So as my heart aches, throbs and seems to tear into countless pieces on this day, I am grateful.  I am grateful for the opportunity to love her, to see her precious face in pictures, to know her name, to know her birthday and so many details about her first two years of life.  My arms never held her but my heart will always embrace her...and celebrate her life.  I will never be the same because of that precious little girl who never came home but touched our lives forever.  
I am grateful that God knows all about her and holds her in His loving arms.  I am grateful that He watches over her each moment.  I am grateful that He taught me how much He loves me.  He lost a child once, too.  It is because of His love and compassion that I believe He always knows what is best, even when we don't understand.  He has taught me how to love...unconditionally and eternally.  He has taught me about true faith, relentless hope and trusting Him...completely.

Happy Birthday, Song.  You are loved so very much and you will always be remembered.  Always.  Thank you for the joy you brought us...and the love we will always hold in our hearts for you. <3~thl

“If some lives form a perfect circle, other take shape in ways we cannot predict or always understand. Loss has been part of my journey. But it has also shown me what is precious. So has love for which I can only be grateful.” 
― Nicholas Sparks, Message in a Bottle

Simple list...

Some want to travel the world.  

I just want to touch the world wherever I go.

Some want to own everything they can.  

I just want to belong and be all I can for Him.

Some people want their name in bright lights.  

I just want His light to somehow shine in my life.

Some want to know the "important" people.

I just want people to know they are important to Him.

Some want to accomplish all they can for glory. 

I just want my simple life...to glorify Him.

Some seem to believe they have life in their hands.

I believe my life is lost without living in His hands.

Some seem to have a perfect, amazing life.

My life remains imperfect led by an amazing God.

Some see life differently than I do each day.

I just want to love Him and love them in a very simple way.<3~thl

Wishing..Knowing...Seeing...

This week is not beginning like I wish it would.  We had snow yesterday, rain today and more snow is expected tomorrow morning.  Winter's brutal grip seems relentless and destructive.  Yet as I look around, I realize we have a warm home, enough food, supplies and uninterrupted electricity.   Better weather will also arrive within a few days.  I began thinking.

Life is not always the way I wish, either.  Disappointment, illness, loss, pain, unexplained circumstances and heartbreaking situation abound.  The brutalities of life seem to surround us. Yet as I look around, I realize we have a loving Father, faithful friends, dear family and hope. A Day will arrive when this journey is complete and a beautiful place awaits His children.

Things may not be the way I prefer them now.  Yet seasons come and go.  Holding onto Him and walking this journey with His peace, promises and power bring a very different perspective.  This is not all there is in life. I will focus on Him...His love...His joy and His strength.  It may be winter but spring will come.  Life may be challenging...but He is with us. Always.

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

Snow day supper...

What does a warm weather gal do when a winter storm hits? Well, I cook, of course! As the snow fell, we enjoyed venison veggie soup, garlic/parsley rolls and peanut butter no bake cookies. We tried to make the most of the situation. However, over two gallons of soup may last all week!♥~thl

Winter weather prayer...

My prayer is for everyone traveling this morning to be safe, take your time and watch out for each other. It is very cold and our streets are not treated yet. So please take care, everyone. Please also pray for the folks who are out working on the roads and other first responders involved in these challenging weather conditions. May we help each other today...and every day. ♥~thl

Valentine prayer...

For those whose hearts ache on Valentine's Day....
For those who feel loss or left out in some way...
For those who wonder if they really matter at all...
For those who wish things were different than they are...
For those whose sweetheart is no longer near...
For those who wonder if their love will ever appear...
For those who struggle with unknown pain...
For those who want to love and feel alive again...
For each heart that beats on this day and all others...
Please know that you are loved, you have purpose and your life matters.
Some One cares and He won't walk away.
May we all reach out and love each other...now and every day! ♥~thl

Cacophony or Symphony...

Music has always been one of my greatest passions. From singing and playing piano as a young child, I cannot remember life without music.  Whether hearing my parents sing, my grandmothers playing piano, community musicians playing various instruments or our church family singing together, music has been a constant part of my life.  

Yet there's a part of music that we don't always consider.  We think about lyrics, notes, dynamics, rhythm and the key in which music is written.  We think about various genres of music.  We easily identify our preferences.  Music surrounds us in the majority of places we go.  Yet if someone asks us what we like best about music, I doubt anyone would mention a necessary element...silence.  An important part of music, rests continually intertwine with the score in order for music to be ultimately expressed.  We've often felt pauses or the anticipation of the remainder of the song.  Yet if all notes were played on every beat with no rests or silence, we would experience an overwhelming cacophony instead of a beautiful symphony.  Whether there is complete pause of all notes or the silence of many notes as others are delivered, some degree of silence is always essential.  

I began thinking.  From morning's first sounds of alarms, coffee pots, traffic and talking to the end of our day, life doesn't include many moments of silence. We find ourselves wondering why we feel overwhelmed, exhausted and desperately seeking rest.  We long for the quiet of the mountains or the soothing rhythms of the beach.  Silence refreshes and refuels us.

Although I find ultimate renewal and redirection when I spend quiet time with the One Who waits for my full attention, I somehow forget the most important part of my life is listening to Him.  Silently. Totally.  Unhurriedly.  It is when I have soaked in His Presence, love, hope and strength that my life seems most peaceful.  I believe that He writes my life song on this journey.  May I surrender my cacophony for His symphony by resting in Him...continually, consistently and completely.<3~thl  

Little things...big difference...

It truly is the small things that make a major difference.  As I prepared to leave home last night, I placed the keys and music by my purse. As long as everything was together, I would hopefully get out the door without forgetting something.  When the time came to leave, however, I noticed that everything remained together...except my keys.

Our son soon walked inside and I realized what had happened.  I asked if he had seen my keys and he had.  Not only had Micah seen them, he had taken them outside to start the van and get it ready for me to leave.  Gratefully, my steps from our warm home to a warm vehicle were few...and greatly appreciated.

I began thinking.  Micah didn't have to spend those moments getting the van ready...but it made a tremendous difference for me.  Knowing that he thoughtfully, kindly and willingly made a decision to do something that would help me touched my heart greatly.  Perhaps he wasn't aware that my day had been quite challenging.  Perhaps he didn't know how much I dreaded going out in cold weather after such a day. Perhaps he didn't know all that was on my heart and mind as I prepared to leave.  Yet what may have seemed small to him was very meaningful to me.  I shall not forget his kindness and how it made me feel.  

I often wonder what a difference it would make if we would extend kindness daily.  Perhaps calling to check on someone...or texting a friend to say hello...or sending a card to someone who needs to know we care...or maybe just helping someone reach something in the store...would take a moment of our time to make another person's day.  Life is hectic but may we never be so busy that we forget to show that we care about each other.  Go ahead.  Make someone's day.  It's the little things...that make a big difference.<3~thl

Beautiful blooms...

It is no secret that I love working with plants, flowers and trees.  One of my goals is to eventually build my own greenhouse simply because I love "dirt therapy."  Until then, however, I enjoy decorating our home, deck and yard with the beauty of nature.

Since we live in a cold, winter climate, it is necessary to move most of our deck plants inside until spring arrives.  That means we have citrus trees, ferns and other plants in a room where they will be protected as well as provided the nourishment they need.  

A few days ago, I noticed something about one of the plants we have inside.  As I walked into our "plant room," I was surprised to see two beautiful, pink blooms. It was a much needed and wonderful reminder of hope and assurance. I began thinking.

Although the plant had been taken out of its "comfort zone," it somehow found a way to not only survive...but thrive in its present environment.  Although we provide the sunny room, water and a viable temperature, that plant unexpectedly found a way to bloom in the middle of winter.  

Perhaps some of us feel like we are out of our comfort zones.  Maybe we long to live closer to family and friends.  Maybe we long to reside where we could be more involved, included or accessible to reach other goals. Yet we are in this place...at this time...for some reason.  

I believe that even when I do not understand reasons, answers, locations or purposes on this journey, Someone does.  He knows why I am where I am....how long I will be here...what I am supposed to learn and do while I am here...and how His plan will unfold accordingly.  All I need to know is Who I trust, Who supplies every need, Who protects me and Who matters most.  It is my hope, my prayer and my goal to bloom where He has placed me...in each season...every day.  May His faithfulness, beauty, hope and assurance be reflected in our lives...wherever He plants us.

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

Questioning queen...

It's true.  I have always been inquisitive.  My parents constantly heard me ask "why"...why the sky is blue, why a car engine looked that way, why bread has to rise, why I was the only girl in the middle of four boys, why there are mountains in some places and not in others, why water is clear, why people do the things they do. To this day, I find constant reasons to ask why.  

However, I ask even more questions than "why."  I do more than my share of asking God "why" but I also ask Him countless "when"..."where"...and even "how."  I know He hears every question.  Yet sometimes I must be reminded that it is much more important for me to listen to Him...than for Him to answer me.  

He is with me.  He holds me.  He knows what is best in my life...why it is best...when it is best...where it will be best...and how He will direct my path.  I will wait.  I will trust.  I will believe.  I will follow His plan instead of my own.  

I am amazed.  I am grateful. I am never alone...even when I ask too many questions.<3~thl

Weather together...

This week may be long with snow and brutally cold temperatures predicted. Please be aware of others as we go through this winter weather. Deeds of kindness and concern may touch...and even save...lives. Be safe, everyone. Each life matters. ♥~thl

Still morning...

In the stillness, 
in the calm, 
in the shadows before daylight appears, 
in the newness of the day,
I am aware, grateful and amazed by His Presence and peace. 
I am never alone.♥~thl

Music and more...

It began years ago.  One of my childhood responsibilities was washing dishes after each meal.  That doesn't mean I loaded them in the dishwasher.  That means that I cleaned food off the plates, emptied glasses, loaded the sink with hot water and dish detergent, scrubbed dishes, glasses, silverware, pots, pans followed by rinsing, stacking, drying and putting them away.  Mom also taught me that kitchen work was never complete until the table, stove, refrigerator and counter tops were wiped clean.  That may sound relatively simple and routine but for a family of seven, it was never a brief process.  

To make that job more enjoyable, I did what any music-loving daughter did.  I turned up the music and sang along until my kitchen responsibilities were complete.  What could have been a sometimes overwhelming task became an opportunity to learn, grow and celebrate music.  

As I cleaned my kitchen tonight, I naturally played music.  Surprisingly, the station was playing songs from the 70s and 80s.  I didn't realize it was a Saturday evening ritual but I enjoyed the familiar tunes.  Then it happened.  A song began that I had not heard since 1973.  It had two versions and the extended version plays for around ten minutes.  Tonight the extended version was presented and I sang each verse and chorus just like I did while washing dishes forty-three years ago.  I was surprised that I still remembered it word for word.  By the time the song was over, my kitchen work was done and memories were vividly returning of that eventful time in my life.

I began thinking.  Life's journey is filled with many experiences and events.  Some are exciting.  Some are routine.  Some are enduring.  Some are refreshing. Whatever we encounter, it makes all the difference to find purpose, joy and beauty in each moment.  Even in overwhelming times, there is One Who holds us and helps us recognize opportunities to learn grow and celebrate His loving Presence and peace.  He has promised that He is always with us and will never forsake us.  I may remember song lyrics from over forty years ago.  Yet I hope to hold His words, His promises, His love and His power even closer in my heart and mind as my journey continues.  I sincerely appreciate music's tremendous influence in my life.  But I am most grateful for Him...and the song He places on my heart every step of the way.  

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

Walking with wonder...

During a very busy, challenging and interesting week, I have become increasingly aware of the value of a listening friend, a kind heart and an encouraging word.  What a beautiful journey we share when we help, hold, listen and lead each other along the way!  Knowing we never walk alone makes all the difference. 

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

While waiting...

We wait...

for the weekend,

for evening's rest,

for family time,

for alone time,

for improved weather,

for dreams,

for goals,

for results,

for healing,

for guidance,

for purpose,

for Him.

I am thankful that as I wait in seasons of life, He waits for me to to lean on Him...and trust Him...more.

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

"But those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles.  They shall run and not be weary.  They shall walk and not faint."  Isaiah 40:31 

Some and One...

The battle continues...
some may think I'm too old,
some may think I'm too plain,
some may think I'm too much,
some may think I'm too quiet,
some may think I'm too weak,
some may think I'm too strong,
some may think I'm too simple.
some may think I'm too complicated.
some may think I'm not enough,
some may think I don't matter.

The battle is won...
He made me.
He holds me.
He renews me.
He restores me.
He forgives me.
He leads me.
He strengthens me.
He loves me.
He calls me His child.
I am valuable...to Him.<3~thl

His tapestry...

It wasn't pretty.  A family member recently asked me to mend an item of clothing.  It looked simple enough for my very limited sewing skills.  I began the project.  Two hours later, the project was complete.  Yet my heart sank when I looked at the repairs.  It was the worst mending job I had ever done.  Let's just say that it looked like weeds were growing out of the stitches.

I had a choice. I could either leave the weed garden appearance in the garment and regret it continually.  Or I could take a deep breath, remove my work...and try again. Those who know me best realize that I am not a seamstress but they also realize something else.  I do not give up easily.  Ever.

Tonight, I tore all my previous stitches out and went to work.  It only took an hour to redo the repairs using a different stitch and the finished project is acceptable.  It isn't perfect but the weed garden is gone!  I began thinking.

Life isn't a perfect project, either.  We fall.  We bruise.  We bleed.  We break. We all need healing on this journey.  Sometimes wounds are visible.  Sometimes deeper wounds remain unseen.  I am grateful that the One Who knows me...my messes, my wounds, .my scars and my life most...still loves me enough to heal me.  I often wonder what He thinks when He sees yet another "repair" project in my life. He undoubtedly sees every weed...mistakes, regrets, detours and defiance...yet He lovingly picks me up, removes my stains and tells me He will not give up on me, either.

Although life brings countless repairs, He is able to transform all the knots, stitches and repairs into a beautiful tapestry of love, grace, mercy and hope. I am amazed.  I am grateful.  I am never alone.<3~thl

Middle moments...

In the middle of storms, we learn what matters.

In the middle of pain, we learn who cares. 

In the middle of waiting, we learn true hope.

In the middle of life's journey, we find His peace.

In each step, each moment and each breath, 

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

New...and valued...

It's a new month, a new week and a new day. My goals are many but it seems most important to treat each life with value. He values our lives. May we value each other, too. ♥~thl

Incomplete plans, unexpected gifts...

The day did not go as planned. Errands remain undone. Yet I am grateful for His love, protection and provision. I trust His way more than my own. The unexpected moments today...were definitely gifts from Him.

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

When You...

When there are no words to say...

When there are no answers to share...

When there are no places to run...

You hold me.

When there are rocky steps to cross...

When a bruised heart waits to mend...

When there is breath to find again...

You heal me.

When night turns into morning...

When a soul sings with strength once more...

When hope and joy embrace the path...

You renew me.

When twists and turns of this journey unfold...

When tears and laughter surround my steps...

When life's rhythms or silence accompany the way...

You are with me.

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

Music memories...

Someone once mentioned that music is something we already know will be present in Heaven.  I greatly appreciate that for I have always considered music a beautiful gift from God.  Honestly, I cannot imagine a moment....a day...a world without music. I am deeply and forever grateful for music.

Music brings back so many memories.  From earliest days, I recall Dad as the worship leader in my home church. I remember Mom singing and whistling as she worked around our home.  I remember Dad teaching me songs as "we" worked on the family car.  I remember both of my grandmothers playing piano. I remember extended families gathering around the piano to sing carols on Christmas Day.  I remember my Grandmother's player piano sitting in the corner of her living room, which she let me play countless times.  I remember my parents purchasing a piano for their home...which now sits in mine.  I remember choirs singing in churches and schools.  I remember youth group trips that turned into music marathons on the church bus.  I remember standing in front of crowds singing as a toddler.  I even remember crawling upon my parents' piano bench, reaching my young hands out to the piano and playing my first song, which brought Mom upstairs in record time.  I remember auditioning for the college concert choir and going on multiple tours.  I remember playing piano for college and church services, individual solos, weddings and funerals.  I remember directing adult choirs, children's choirs and teen choirs. I remember piano lessons, voice lessons, theory classes and times I simply had to sing or play...alone...when nothing else helped.

It isn't uncommon for me to listen to classical music that takes my breath away.  It isn't uncommon for me to play "air piano" or sing with an "air microphone" as I listen to rock music while working in the kitchen.  It isn't uncommon for me to enjoy hymns, contemporary songs, country ballads or show tunes as the stereo plays...continually.

Yet my heart continually longs for music I have not heard...yet.  I hear Him each day in the gentle rain, the laughter of children, the cool summer breeze or the birds singing in spring.  Yet I deeply long to hear Him sing...the Maker of music, the Great I Am, the One Who loves me most, my Audience of One. I pray that as I sing or play music...He will hear a heart grateful for His love, mercy, grace and hope. Someday, I will stand before Him as He not only speaks...but sings...and I will know I am finally Home...hearing the most beautiful music of all...for eternity.<3~thl

Quiet strength...

In the stillness of this moment...
In the calm of this night...
In the peace of His Presence...
I wait.  I listen.  I hope.
He hears. He knows.  He cares.
I am amazed.
I am grateful.
I am His.
I am never alone.<3~thl

Seasons of seeking...

As the snow melts, I feel mixed emotions.  Part of me is very pleased that the brutal weather conditions are gone.  Part of me misses the scenery of a beautiful blanket of white covering our surroundings.  Part of me wants the melting to end soon because the ground has become a muddy mess.  Part of me is grateful for the moisture that is seeping into the ground, which should nurture the grass, plants, trees and flowers this spring.

I began thinking.  Even in the most brutal, messy or challenging seasons of life, we have a choice.  Of course, it is necessary to recognize the reality and importance of the situation.  Yet it is often helpful to also see positive aspects of difficult times.  Perhaps we learn to appreciate what really matters most.  Perhaps we become more aware of the love and support of true friends.  Perhaps we learn that real hope, peace and strength come from the One Who holds, heals and helps us through these times.

Life lessons don't always arrive in one season.  Yet I am deeply grateful that whether in the beauty of spring, the heat of summer, the transformation of fall or the chill of winter, I am never alone.  I am amazed.  I am grateful...for His Presence...in every season.<3~thl  

Pencil points...

While working on music recently, I realized my pencil was getting dull.  So I took several pencils to my son's room and within seconds, the electric pencil sharpener took care of my concern.  I began thinking.

During childhood, we could only use pencils for school work. (Ink pens weren't allowed until high school.)  Pencil sharpeners were mounted on the teacher's desk with specific times for cranking the handle until our pencils were ready for the day's work.

If a pencil became dull or broken at home, however, there was no pencil sharpener available.  Yet all I had to do was take the pencil to my Dad who pulled out his pocket knife and sharpened my pencil...carefully, kindly and consistently.  The grooves where he painstakingly worked on my pencil reminded me of his love, patience and willingness to help anytime my brothers or I needed him.  For some reason, it always seemed like the pencil stayed sharp longer, too.  Maybe that was because I was always so proud of the "labor of love" I saw each time I used pencils Dad sharpened for me.  My pencil seemed more special as I worked on classwork and homework.

I have learned that life's journey is also sweeter when I am more focused on the love, patience and help my Heavenly Father extends to me.  When I take time to notice what He painstakingly does in my life, each moment seems more special, precious and purposeful.  When I see a beautiful sunset or the moonlight reflecting on the new fallen snow...when I see a newborn baby smile or the kindness of an elderly person...when someone's thoughtfulness touches my heart at just the right time...or when a song reminds me of a tender memory...I know He is carefully, kindly and consistently reaching out with His love.  If I fail to see the hand-shaped "grooves" of God's Presence, I am missing the most beautiful point of all.  He is with me.  He continues to write my story.  I am never, ever alone.<3~thl

Little touches, big blessings...

It is the little things that mean the most. Today I was blessed with kindness, concern, friendliness and even an invitation to do something I love...for others. When someone sees another's life as valuable, worth their concern and including them beyond words, it touches hearts deeply. May I touch others' lives for Him, as He has touched my life through others. I may not be famous or prestigious but I love loving others. May that make a difference, too. ♥~thl

Blessed breathing...

While many people like snow, I am grateful for Rxs and the nebulizer machine that keeps me breathing in this weather. Asthma has taught me that each breath is a precious gift...and that however I am able to breathe, I am deeply grateful. Snow is beautiful but breathing is very precious, too. I am grateful for His protection and provision every moment. ♥~thl

Snow angels...

Tonight I am thankful for all those who are helping others in this dangerous winter storm. For neighbors who help each other, for friends who check on each other, for family that is there for each other, for those clearing roads, for first responders, for people who truly care about each other. It is in times like these that we realize the many blessings we have. It has not been an easy day or evening but it has been richly blessed. May we share gratitude, concern and compassion for each other continually.♥~thl

Winter storm wish...

It's on the way.  The predicted snowstorm is getting closer and in a matter of several hours, our surroundings will be covered in a major blanket of white.  Although I am not a fan of winter, there are two things that fascinate me about times like this.

I am amazed by the way snow falls consistently.  Whether on grass, roads, vehicles, trees or rooftops, the snow covers it with no exception.  It reminds me of the One Who loves me...no matter where my journey has been or how many scars I wear.  He continues to love me...anyway.

I am also amazed by the silence snow brings.  Somehow, the world seems more quiet, calm and peaceful. It reminds me of the peace I find when I am totally still in His Presence.  Words are not always necessary for Him to hear my heart, calm my soul and capture my focus.

Perhaps the inconveniences of this storm may be turned into opportunities to relax, reflect and rest in His love and peace.  Soon the world will return to life's normal busyness and demands.  Yet for this moment, I hope to be still...and let God love me...in the beauty and silence of the season and a storm.<3~thl

Steps..onward....

Steps...
forward, backward, upward, downward, sideways.
All are part of this journey.

Stops...
occasionally happen when obstacles interfere.
We pause.  We learn.  We proceed.

Sometimes...
others try to halt our steps.  I wish I knew why.
Rejection.  Exclusion.  Isolation.  Accusations.

Someone...
Knows me.  Created me.  Holds me.  Loves me.
Guides me.  Has a plan for me.

Steps...
forward, backward, upward, downward, even stopped.
All are part of this journey.
He will lead me...onward.  Order my steps, Lord.
In You will I trust.<3~thl

Presence steps...

It happens at just the right time...every time. While pondering serious questions, something inevitably happens that reminds me of His faithfulness and sovereignty. I never take one step without His Presence. I am amazed. I am grateful. I am never alone.♥~thl

Precious Presence...

In my steps,
In my silence,
In every situation,
In all the celebrations,
In sunshine and in storms,
He is with me.
He holds me.
He loves me.
I am amazed.
I am grateful.
I am never alone.<3~thl

Unseen steps...

Sometimes our steps are slowed...seemingly stopped...by external or internal circumstances. Today was one of those days. This week may contribute to more of the same. Although steps are not seen, I believe we may learn and grow as we wait, trust and believe. Even when I don't understand, He still holds me...and cares.♥~thl

Stepping back to step forward...

Sometimes it is wise, necessary and healing to step back, pause and reevaluate a situation. It doesn't mean I have failed, missed my goal or plan. It simply means I have learned to adjust the direction of my steps more effectively and essentially. Each step matters. Each moment counts. Every breath is a gift to cherish and celebrate.♥~thl

Steps of certainty...

Some steps confirm what I believe.
Some steps make me question what I see.
Some steps are beautiful while others are broken.
Some steps are precious while others are painful.
Yet each step I take is with purpose and  promise.
I hope.  I feel.  I bruise. I believe.
This journey is real...and I am never alone.<3~thl

Winter's spring cleaning...

It may be winter but I have begun spring cleaning.  Although my present projects are small steps, there will be more time for larger projects when spring arrives. It also gives me opportunity to do something now that represents hope and belief in what lies ahead.

I began thinking.  Life's journey is a beautiful gift but also includes challenging seasons.  Yet it is important to realize that each step takes us closer to a time of no more illness, pain, sadness or sorrows.  Holding onto hope and celebrating life, love and joy are tremendous opportunities to continually seize and cherish.  

When I see the bright sun in the sky, I am reminded of Who placed it there.  When I hear snow dripping off the roof, I remember Who brings warmth into my heart.  When I wrap up in layers to face brutal temperatures, I realize that He is holding me each moment.  When I see my breath in cold air, I have no doubt Who faithfully gives me each one.  When I see small projects completed before spring, I am certain that He will bring new life, new beauty and new opportunities beyond what I presently face.

It may be winter...but I believe...in hope, love, Him...and spring.<3~thl

Happy Birthday, Mom!

Last weekend, my family and I made a quick trip to Virginia to visit my parents. I couldn't help but try to capture the love of my Dad and Mom as we celebrated her special day. Today...January 14...is Mom's 81st birthday! Although the recent journey has been challenging, it is a blessing to see her tremendous spirit, their unending love and Dad's precious faithfulness. Happy Birthday, Mom! We love you and will see you again soon! May your day be extra special...just like you!♥~thl

Some steps...

Some steps I walk in silence.
Some steps I walk in peace.
Some steps I walk in faith alone.
Some steps I walk in deepest thought.
Some steps I walk in silent song.
Yet I know, without a single doubt,.
Each step I walk is never without His love.
I am amazed.
I am grateful.
I am never alone.<3~thl