Thursday, September 27, 2018

My First Love

I don't remember anything at all about those nine months so many decades ago. Those 270 days were the most influential and important time of my life, and yet I have no recall of even one minute. I don't remember all the knowledge and wisdom you imparted to me. I don't remember your words of love, or the touch of your hands that brought me so much joy and life. I don't remember your eyes, their color, or the sound of your voice. I don't remember even one word you ever spoke to me then. I have forgotten the sound of your laughter. I don't remember holding your finger, or smiling at you as you smiled at me. I don't even remember your sweet embrace.

I've read the words you wrote me over and over again. You called me yours. You said I was your beloved, that I was your bride, and that I could do anything if I would just rely on your help. You told me my history and my future and all about that magnificent mansion where I would someday live. You cautioned me about dangers in my way, but left me instructions about how to fight all my battles.

You said you had a great and lovely plan for me and explained my entire life and how I could get the most out of it. You taught me about life and love and compassion and grace. You shared your life story and your life with me.

I've read the words you wrote many times, and even though I don't remember those nine months back in the day, those words help me to feel close to you. So I keep returning to them and reading them while holding them close to my heart. They have made me laugh, and cry and smile. They have made me yearn for you.

I know I can't go back to that time when we were together 24/7 when you knit me together in my mother's womb, but I am living the journey of love you have me on. I love how I know you are here. I love that you still smile in delight and sing and dance at my spiritual growth. I love that you still look at me with love in your eyes and that you still hurt when I am wronged. I love that you are jealous for me. I love that you haven't given up on me, but instead keep encouraging me. I love how you pick up the pieces of my broken life and gather each one of my tears. I love that I will be with you always, even until the end of the age.

You were my first love then, and you still are. I love you with every cell of my being. My breath is from and for you. I cherish you. I adore you. I am yours forever!

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Ending of New Book?

Dear Reader, although I am nowhere near finishing up this book on trusting and hoping in the Lord, as a matter of fact, I've barely just begun; some words I wrote three and a half years ago seem to be a good last paragraph to sum things up. I will be posting tidbits here and there as time goes on. I hope that you like what I have posted thus far, and your curiosity is  being nudged a little. I would love to hear what your thoughts are. Please comment below by clicking on the Comment button. To leave your name, just click and in the line that says URL/Name, just put it there. You can follow me by clicking on the above right under Follow by Email, and you will automatically receive an email each time I post. Thank you for being here, it comforts me, and reassures me that I am doing what God wills me to do. Have a very blessed day!

Meanwhile, the end:

Let my heartstrings play a beautiful melody and let the sound ascend into the heavens and nestle themselves at my Father’s ear! Let His smile, so radiant and glorious shine throughout the universe and touch me on my face! I can't wait until we meet in the world of tomorrow, where eternity is the keeper of time. Let the angels sing and the saints rejoice! I am one with the King of kings!

Tuesday, June 26, 2018

New Book Tease

Dear Reader,
It has been quite some time since I have last blogged. I have been busy, however, writing several things that I hope will eventually become books. I will try to keep you up to date with my writing, which I know is a big change from my normal blogs. I intend to continue with my blogs as they were as well. I will do my best to keep it up better than I have been.
In the meantime, I am writing a book on trust and hope, two things that the enemy loves to steal from us. He fills our minds with thoughts that are totally out of line with what God says about us. This book will be filled with stories of how God showed me His faithfulness and His enormous love for me. When He does these things that go completely against the norm of our human nature, when there is no other explanation except for "it's a God thing," then we take on a stronger confidence in knowing that He is beside us and has our best interests at heart, whether it's to our liking or not.
The following is just a 'tease' as to what the book will be about. I don't even have a name, and that's not really important. I write as He directs me, always collaborating with the Author and Finisher. I pray that what He reveals to both you and I through these pages will fill our hearts and spirits with inspiration and hope.  God bless you, dear Reader. May your day be filled with joy and wonderment. The kind you can only know through your belief in Him. Please comment below, I would love to hear your thoughts!
And now, the 'tease'.

You’re Going to Be Okay

 I, like you, have had many life-altering moments. Certain things happened in my life that caused my rebellion, my torment, my independence, my brokenness, and finally my redemption. I didn’t know it at the time, but each moment, each cold lonely moment, each persecuted and grievous time, each occurrence where I begged for death to steal me away, had a purpose. It was all part of God’s grand plan.

Most times in my life I stayed stuck in the moment. From not being included when choosing sides for field hockey during gym or not being invited to someone’s birthday party would make me feel left out and troubled. Even at a young age, to not be noticed at all or to be noticed for the wrong reasons, like being the tallest girl in the class with frizzy hair could devastate me, and usually did. How could I just shrug it off and go on as if nothing happened? I stayed in the moment, sometimes for weeks on end, sad and lonely, feeling like nobody liked me. To be accepted is all we ever really want, is it not?
God accepts us. He knows us and He loves us. He took us from the pathway to hell and gave us a chance to be with Him in Heaven forever more. He chose us! 1 Peter 2:9 NLT says, "But you are not like that, for you are a chosen people. You are royal priests, a holy nation, God’s very own possession. As a result, you can show others the goodness of God, for he called you out of the darkness into his wonderful light."
And  2 Timothy 1:9 NLT says, "For God saved us and called us to live a holy life. He did this, not because we deserved it, but because that was his plan from before the beginning of time—to show us his grace through Christ Jesus." 
This book is about some of those moments meant to kill me, meant for evil gain. Oh, but God!

The Dark Can’t Stand the Light

The light is much more powerful than the dark. The dark has no choice but to flee when light is near. Darkness is defined as the absence of light. And don’t you know, it doesn’t stand a chance to even a match in the desert night.

My husband and I live in a subdivision in the country where the houses are spread at least 100’ apart. On some lots the houses are not at all visible because of the woods around them. There are houses on my own street I have never seen in the 20 years we’ve lived here. We used to walk our dog at 5:30 every morning. In the winter months it was very dark out so we had our flashlight. But even when there was no moon or streetlights and everyone was sleeping, we could see the tiny light of a neighbor’s doorbell from over 300 yards away without any other source of light available.

Have you noticed how most people react when the electricity goes out at night, maybe even you? Some are upset because the TV or computer just died. Some had dinner on the stove or in the microwave. But usually the next feeling is a little bit of a panic. “Where is the flashlight?” “Where is my phone?” “I can’t see a thing.” It’s like we are at the mercy of the darkness. Have you ever noticed that while you’re trying to locate a candle in a closet and you are reaching out your hands in front of you seeking the wall to use as a guide, if you have a dog he will be standing somewhere in front of you, or lying down in your path, not a care in the world? So you trip over him and go flying cursing the dark? There is something about the dark that we seem to be naturally repelled by. We don’t find it nearly as safe as the day. Even the sounds of darkness can be ominous.

When you are outside in the dead of night and have no light, sounds you don’t notice during the daylight can make you uneasy. There is a strange rustling, or a nocturnal animal scurries by. The sound of a Little Owl or a fox or bat can scare the living daylights (no pun intended) out of anyone. The badger’s sound is quite disturbing. The things that lurk in the dark of day are oftentimes predators. If you are stuck somewhere near woods it’s very hard to venture out.

Then there are those absolutely beautiful nights that I love so much. The ones when the moon is so bright that everything is lit up with a peaceful silvery glow. Flashlights are not needed on those nights because everything is visible to the naked eye, just different. It’s not scary like when a storm is going to come and everything gets dark all of a sudden, that’s a scary kind of darkness to me. The thoughts of how bad the storm may be run through my mind. The skies at that time are filled with dark threatening clouds, pulsing like a sick heart when the lightning within them flashes. But the nights of a bright moon, not always a full moon, are so peaceful, and so beautiful to me. It's like being between two worlds somehow.

At the very beginning of the Bible, in Genesis 1:3-4, God said, “”Let there be light,” and there was light. And God saw that the light was good. Then he separated the light from the darkness.” Verses 14-18 go on to say, “Then God said, “Let lights appear in the sky to separate the day from the night. Let them be signs to mark the seasons, days, and years. Let these lights in the sky shine down on the earth.” And that is what happened. God made two great lights—the larger one to govern the day, and the smaller one to govern the night. He also made the stars. God set these lights in the sky to light the earth, and to govern the day and night, and to separate the light from the darkness. And God saw that it was good.”

It was good. God placed His own stamp of approval on it. ©

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Do You Need an Arborist in Your Life?

It looked more like a dead tree than a live one. Most of its leaves had fallen away from the trunk that could no longer support their life. Their former brilliance a glorious green, vibrant and alive, had withered and died. The leaves had turned a sickly shade of yellow and then the edges curled into themselves as brown took over, cutting off all the life they once had. It seemed to have happened suddenly, but it had actually taken quite a bit of time. Not so fast that anyone would notice, until of course it seemed to be too late to heal it.
They fell to the ground, one by one. They didn’t glide down caught on a breeze, they fell like stones. And soon enough the branches began to be exposed. And before long it was no longer a safe haven for birds from predators or the elements, so they left. The tree stood almost bare. The branches that once might have held a rope swing had suffered one too many storms. It was obvious that there was little life left. Only a few branches still had greenery on them. It was time to cut it down, cut it up, and use it for firewood.

The arborist came and immediately saw what was wrong. The tree had never been pruned in any way whatsoever. There were suckers where branches had been that broke off in storms, leaving gaping tears in the bark. Disease ensued, causing death to its limbs. Insects infected the rotting wood. The arborist began the process of removing the dead branches while softly humming a sweet melody. He immediately disinfected the saw blades after each cut so disease could not spread. He took care to apply black paint to the open wound at the collar cutting off any entrance for moisture and insects to penetrate.

He worked carefully for hours, occasionally stepping back at a distance to admire his work the way an artist does. When he was done it seemed that 80% of the tree was gone. It was shocking how pitiful it looked. How could the cost of this versus just cutting it down be justified? Why did he bother to prune more than he left, and how was that ugly thing going to live? Why, he even cut back the branches that had leaves on them!

Fall gave way to winter, and once again the spring warmed things up and new life began its arrival over the land. As the days grew warmer and the rains soaked the earth, new growth appeared on the tree. Branches grew and leaves began to bud. Slowly but surely new life was prevalent on the formerly dying tree. Birds returned and nested and squirrels once again played tag in its branches. All because the dead wood was cut off and the good branches were pruned.

We are like that tree. It’s painful to let things go sometimes, even things that are hurting us, but our God is the Master Arborist. He sees the beauty in us even when our lives are not so handsome. He sees fullness when we feel barren, He sees hope when we see despair, and He sees success where we see failure. He sculpts each one of us, and if we allow, gets rid of all that is destructive to us. And what’s still good inside us He multiplies and makes even better. So when it seems all is lost and impossible to save, please remember that He is working for you, not against you. He will heal all the hurt. Do you need an arborist in your life?

“Every branch in Me that does not bear fruit He takes away, and every branch that does bear fruit He prunes, so that it may bear more fruit.” John 15:2


Monday, May 21, 2018

Ladies, We Are All Princesses!

As I get older I find such pleasure in letting little girls know how special they are, and that they are princesses in the King’s family.

To see their young faces light up because I am telling them that they are the most beautiful and delicate of God’s creations is worth all the pain of not having heard that myself at their age. 

Each one of us needs to know how important we are to this world and to our Father.  So if your childhood went by with no accolades or if you were wrongly told you were nothing, don’t let one more day go by without telling another little girl those things you yourself longed to hear. 

The joy and peace that will fill your own heart will astound you, and the smile on their precious young faces will heal your scarred heart.

“She opens her mouth with wisdom, and on her tongue is the law of kindness.”  Proverbs 31:26 NKJV