Happy Thanksgiving

Sometimes life weighs us down, but there is always, always something to be grateful for. May we take some time today to reflect on the goodness of His blessings and the promises of His grace.

Enjoy those around you. Be grateful for the everyday blessings admist an imperfect life.

Today, just be thankful for today.

What is one thing you are grateful for today? 

For me, it is the gift of time this weekend with my family.

Happy Thanksgiving!!

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Embrace the Journey

Is it okay to make a decision without knowing the answer?
If you had asked me that question a year or so ago, my answer would be different than it is today.

List maker. Planner. Goal setter.

That’s me. 

You can check off and highlight items on a list. 

What happens, though, when we come to a crossroads in our lives and we need to make a decision? Do we make the “safe” decision with a clear path and answer? Or do we dare make a decision that once we check off the “safe” things, we are left with more questions than answers?

What do I mean by this? 
I mean those times when you feel God tug on your heart towards the other direction…the one that doesn’t feel safe and that doesn’t have the clear end to your destination. 

I am on such a journey. A step of faith…one I don’t completely understand or even like at times because it’s hard, really hard. I know the desires and dreams in my heart. They are written down. Remember, I said I was a list maker? Even my dreams are recorded in a notebook. Especially my dreams. They are tucked away in the sacred pages where I record the whispers of my heart.

As I wrestle with the path I am on and where it will lead, I am humbly reminded I do not need to know the end result. I need to be faithful in my response. This is what God asks. It is a lesson in releasing fear and choosing to trade anxiety for trust. 

I don’t believe in coincidence so I wasn’t surprised when my writing friend sent me the link for a blog post. The blog post entitled “How I Made a Hard Decision,” spoke to my heart. It reminded me that God-led decisions require us to relinquish control. Knowing the destination is less important than the journey to find our way there.

I also found myself meandering through the bookstore last night on a rainy night with coffee in hand and a son enthralled with the Star Wars section. Again, not a coincidence. My eyes wandered to this little book which I have already started reading and reflecting over.

What decision stands before you?

A journey starts with one small, brave step in obedience. The journey is always about the journey.

God will lead you to the destination, but I think He has so much in mind for the journey.

God already knows where you are headed.

Write down your dreams.

Embrace the journey.

Slow Down…

My son and I pray together every night before bed. Our prayers are often unconventional in that our bedtime prayers occur in multiple locations.

Last night I was squeezing in my walk. My son came into our office area and asked that I pause the treadmill.

Sometimes, we need to get off the treadmill of life and take a moment to pray.”

I paused the treadmill and my mind for a moment…when had my teenage son become so wise? 


We prayed, standing on that treadmill, and then, he ran upstairs to bed. It’s that age… Fourteen…not an adult ready to navigate the world but becoming one’s own person forming beliefs about the world.
And this son of mine has enough wisdom to know that sometimes, we just need to get off the treadmill of life and pause in a moment with our Heavenly Father.

How did I ever get so lucky?

I smile, knowing in this quiet stillness of the morning, that there is no luck. God knew this child halfway around the world was to be my son and I was to be his mom.

So, here’s a little shout out during this National Adoption Awareness Month… adoption is an amazing blessing from God.

Sometimes, you just need to pause from the craziness of everything and be still with Your Father. He has an amazing plan for you. It may not be adoption, but He may be trying to whisper into the deep places of your soul to those unspoken hopes and dreams.

Slow down…listen…and step in faith.

Coffee Talks

Saturday morning coffee with a friend whom I haven’t seen in a while… exactly what I needed.

I met this friend in the midst of a challenging work environment where we both worked closely together to make the best out of a difficult situation. To reflect where we are both now and the journey we have taken to reach this point was encouraging. It was so encouraging to share with one another our growth and to have a shared frame of reference from where we began.

I love how God intertwines our stories with the stories of others. Relationships matter. Sometimes, they have the most unlikely of beginnings. Sometimes, they form in the most difficult moments. God knows who we need when we need them. So many of my friendships have been connections where I can truly reflect and know God placed that person in my life for a reason.

Conversation over coffee is sometimes exactly what you need.

This verse has been comforting to me this week…The righteous person will have many troubles, but the Lord will rescue him from each one. Psalm 34:19

Rescue doesn’t mean life isn’t hard, but it means God is with us and will help see us through. I believe the gift of friendship is one of the ways God rescues us.

My conversation with my friend this morning reminded me the many ways God has rescued me and carried me over the past few years.

Sometimes a cup of coffee with a friend helps put everything back in perspective.

When is the last time you set up a coffee or dinner date with a friend? Maybe it’s time.😊

***two unlikely friends***

I Need a Silent Night

We’re almost officially to the Christmas season although the retail world has been promoting it as soon as those Halloween items were marked down for quick sale.

This morning on the radio on the K-Love morning show, they talked about Christmas music. A recent survey suggests many people actually find Christmas music as a trigger of stress and anxiety. I actually enjoy Christmas music and turned my playlist on in my Jeep. (I do draw the line at Let it Snow… I am not ready for snow!!)

As I listened, the song I Need a Silent Night  by Amy Grant came on. The words really resonated with me in the present reality of my life. I am tired, really tired. I am not here to whine and complain of my fibromyalgia flared ups or my crazy workload right now, but I will say, I listened to those words and thought… I do need a silent night.

The past few years I have tried really hard to scale back Christmas to focus on what it truly means. A silent night or a silent morning…time to focus on quiet time to reflect, to spend in the Word and in prayer and just to be still.

As we approach the busyness of the Christmas season, I hope you will seek and find your own silent night amongst the busyness….even if there is some snow on the ground.

Mysterious Ways

God works in mysterious ways. We hear people say this expression a lot, but sometimes you just have this moment in time when you know without a shadow of a doubt that God’s hand has touched your life.

This little guy is the center stage of one of those moments.

In 2007, our house was fairly quiet with a predictable routine. Our lives were calm with just my husband, daughter, and myself. We were anxiously awaiting the news of an adoption referral. In October of that year, this little white dog wandered into our yard as my husband was mowing. He made the mistake of telling me the pup had no tags, so I opened my front door. The little pup walked in through the door and into my heart. Over the next week, no one claimed him despite our efforts to find his home. My friend suggested the name Franklin since that was the street he was found on. The name fit. 

This little pup affectionately called Franklin turned our house upside down. Franklin’s crazy antics prepared us for our son. He flipped the predictable to the unpredictable. He helped me to be more spontaneous. He reminded me to not take everything so seriously. He prepared me to be a better mom to my son.

Yes, I believe God sent this pup into our lives as a gift to prepare us for the greater gift of our son who joined our family in March 2009.

Through the years, Franklin did crazy thing after crazy thing. He ate non-food items and stole more things off the kitchen counter and table than I can remember. I held that pup like a baby…he was my baby. We nursed him a year ago from a stage 2 wound back to health. Shortly after that, he developed diabetes and we began administering insulin shots twice daily. 

Two days ago, his health took a turn for the worse. We did everything we could for him to make him comfortable and help his situation, but he slipped away the next morning. He is no longer suffering.

My heart is sad. My house is quiet. But, my life has been enriched by the gift of a little white dog who wandered into our lives and into my heart.

God definitely knows what we need when we need it. 

Lost but Found

I called someone very early this morning, in fact before 6 am. As someone who receives calls at all hours of the night for work, I know how startling an early morning call can be.

Facebook made me do it.

This adorable little kitty wandered onto my porch last night and into my son’s heart. He fed and nurtured this kitty who tried so many times to come inside. I posted on the lost pets page for my county on Facebook. We gave the cat some milk and a warm towel in a little box and off to bed we went.

This morning, I had a Facebook message from someone with a photo of the cat. I had found the owner. At 4:45 in the morning, I made my way down my stairs and discovered kitty was safely nested inside the box. Kitty easily came to me and nestled against the warmth of my body.

I decided to make the early morning phone call. The owner answered and ten minutes later, kitty was in their arms after being missing for almost two weeks.

The joy of being lost and then found.

I think about our Heavenly Father’s joy when we wander away and find our way back to Him. Sometimes, it takes the love and nurturing of another to lead us that direction, but when we find our way back to Him, oh such Joy!

Though I have not wandered from my Father, my busy schedule has kept me from spending as much time with Him as I need to. I am reminded this morning to find my way back to my quiet time with Him…that undistracted, fully engaged and devoted time with the Father. 

When I make time for God and keep Him first, it makes everything better. It just does.

Don’t wander around lost…be found in His love, mercy, and grace. His mercies are new every morning…great is His faithfulness!