My Moments

It’s been a little while since I’ve been here. Life has been swirling around me a hundred miles an hour.

Today, I wanted to sleep in. My internal clock woke me hours before my alarm sounded. Except for the sound of my husband snoring beside me, it is still and quiet.

My dog nudges my arm. He misses me, too.

I could go back to sleep but a long list of things to do looms before me. I will face them. Like all things, this season shall pass.

For now, I will keep plugging away at the moments that fade into hours, into days, into weeks.

I hold onto moments. Sometimes, in those moments of frustration, exhaustion, or completely feeling overwhelmed, reflecting on moments is all I need to refresh my soul.

My moments are nature, family, friends, my dogs. What are yours?

God bless and I pray you may experience some moments of stillness, solitude, and beauty today.



Last weekend, my son and I watched the movie A Dog’s Purpose. Despite the fact that I don’t believe in reincarnation, I think that was simply the method to drive home a greater message.

Everyone needs a purpose.

If you haven’t seen the movie or read the book, it is about a dog who dies and comes back with another dog life more than once. Each life is very different. The dog questions his purpose…Why is he here?

Isn’t that what we all wonder at some time or another in our lives?

Without spoiling the movie for anyone who hasn’t seen it, the dog seeks to understand his meaning in each “life” he experiences. Of course, I cried as my teenage son leaned over to me and rolled his eyes. It made me think of my own dogs and how comforting they are to me.

Purpose. What exactly does that mean? The dictionary defines purpose as the reason for which something is created or something exists. 

Everyone needs to feel they have a purpose.

A friend and I had a conversation about purpose over dinner not too long ago. She shared that as she gets older, the concept of purpose has become so much more important to her… Important to the point where she is questioning… What’s next, God?

Purpose is greater than a job. Purpose is more than a title. Purpose is not bringing home a paycheck. These things complement our purpose, but they can’t be our life purpose.

From Ecclesiastes 1…”Meaningless! Meaningless! Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless! What do people gain from all their labors at which they toil under the sun?”

Work definitely can provide purpose to our lives when we find meaning in what we do and feel valued. Other areas of life…Family, leisure past-time, relationships… Everything works together to create something that feels meaningful for us, our existence here.

But what about purpose?

For me, my purpose is founded and grounded in my faith. Christ is my rock.

Work takes on new meaning when I see myself as working for the Lord and not people.

Relationships take on new meaning when I value others and invest in their lives.

When I truly believe that I am enough in Christ and that He defines my purpose in life then my life takes on meaning despite my circumstances. When I can trust God through the rough spots and believe that He works all things for His greater purpose in my life, then I can embrace my purpose.

Don’t compare your circumstances to someone else’s circumstances. Believe that you were created with a unique purpose only you can fulfill. Trust God to write your story.

The Lord will fulfill his purpose for me; your steadfast love, O Lord, endures forever. Do not forsake the work of your hands. Psalm 138:8

#adogspurpose #purpose

Blind Faith 

Just a little over a year ago, this was my favorite terrier Franklin.

Now, he walks with blind faith. 

Diagnosed with diabetes a few months ago, he is blind now. This morning, my husband called his name. He cocked his little head up in the air trying to discern where the sound was coming from. He took a step and crashed into the wall. My husband took a hold of his leash and called his name again. Franklin followed the lead of the leash and was able to walk outside without running into another wall. He followed with blind faith. 

With our guidance, he trusts us to lead him in his blindness.

Trusting God and walking in faith is like that. When we were in the midst of the adoption process for our son, I clung to Hebrews 11:1. 

Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we cannot see. Hebrews 11:1

I walked day by day trusting with blind faith that God would carry us through the journey to our son. I was able to trust Him without knowing the end result even as we experienced crazy delays and missed our son’s fifth birthday.

Walking in blind faith does not mean walking blindly. Walking in blind faith means taking a step forward and then another. They can be small steps, but it means being able to move forward without seeing the end of the road. It means listening to the voice of truth and silencing all the other voices that scream out…the doubts and fears. It means staying in the Word and believing the truth of God. 

Just as my dog walks in blind faith following the guidance of the leash as we lead him, we can walk in blind faith trusting God and following His lead without knowing where the journey will take us. 

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him who have been called according to His purpose. Romans 8:28

Sometimes, you just need carried 

Life can be just plain hard. It can be exhausting. You might feel as though you can’t go another step. Sometimes, you just need someone to carry you through the struggle.

Last night, my husband and I decided to take advantage of the unseasonably warm evening and go for a walk. I decided to take our 9 year old diabetic terrier mix who is blind. He lagged behind us, something totally new for our walk experience. We weren’t sure if he was trying to follow in our footsteps or what, but he stayed behind us. 

As we walked, the wind picked up some. Thirty minutes into our walk, the rain began to fall. My husband crossed the street thinking I was behind him. I was not. My pup in his blindness and limited ability to interpret the world around him, was in no hurry to cross the street. He was more worried about the fact he was getting wet, very wet. As the rain poured down harder and traffic came towards us, I decided I would stay on the opposite side of the street from my husband until I could cross at a more opportune time.

My pup and I walked, me picking up speed, him still lagging behind. As we crossed an intersection with a car waiting for us, my pup stopped. He took his claws and dug them into the concrete and refused to go another step. He was spent. 

He was wet. He was scared. He was tired. I leaned over and scooped him up. My twenty some pound dog needed carried. I rescued him. He nuzzled up against me. I met up with my husband, and we took turns carrying Franklin home.

Sometimes, when life is too much, you just need carried. It’s like the Footprints in the Sand poem. God carries us at our weakest moments. He promises to be with us.

He will feed his flock like a shepherd. He will carry the lambs in his arms. Isaiah 40:11 NLT

Yes, sometimes like my pup last night, we just need someone to carry us.

Trust God to carry you. Truly trust Him. Then, you can rest in His peace as you walk the valleys of life. 

Irrational fears 

Fears….they can creep up seemingly out of nowhere. They can paralyze us. Leave us stuck. They don’t always make sense.

Take this example…

Exhibit A…80 pound chocolate lab

Exhibit B…flying toy helicopter

My son decided to practice flying his helicopter tonight in the living room. Sadie, my chocolate lab, not only began barking at the little helicopter whizzing around but ran away. She stood in the hallway. She backed away. She barked. The hair raised on her back as it does during a thunderstorm. Her tail tucked itself between her legs.

You get the idea. Observing the scene….she looked ridiculous. Yet, I know she was truly afraid of that tiny flying helicopter.

Fears are like that. Just last night I was struggling with something. It was tied to insecurity. I was emotionally spent. They were irrational fears. But….they were real. And they had me stuck. 

Thankfully, a friend was patient and talked through them with me. She reminded me where my focus needs to be. She prayed with me.

And, I am happy to say…I slept peacefully.

This morning, what Scripture do you think was in my devotional?

Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.

Joshua 1:9

Good words, very good words, as we walk through life.