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!

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Grace Every Place

As the #write31days challenge comes to an end, I have enjoyed actively seeking, discovering, and sharing moments of grace in my life with you.

I love pouring over the Psalms. It is in those words in the quiet morning moments before I start my busy day or in a few stolen moments of stillness at work or the final thoughts to still my ever racing mind before I drift off to sleep that I discover His promises of comfort, hope, peace, stillness, and grace.

I want to close this 31 day journey of Grace with a message from the Psalms…

The righteous person faces many troubles, but the Lord comes to the rescue each time. Psalm 34:19

That my friend is God’s grace. When we choose to live the life to follow Christ and stand by and live by what we believe in Him, we will still continue to face trouble. That’s just life. God, though, is faithful and true. 

Stay connected to Him through prayer. His grace finds us. 

Grace in His Timing

Sometimes, it takes someone else to help you realize that you need to take a step back. After my last two blog posts, my friend messaged me to see if I was okay.

I reassured her that I was. Then, I reflected on my recent thoughts.

Really, it’s been a matter of when things don’t go as planned. 

Perspective is everything, and my friend’s question was the prompting where I realized I needed to step back for a moment.

It can be very, very helpful to reflect on how God has worked in the past to remind us He is still working.

So what comes to mind…

  • The sadness in infertility only to realize my child was born halfway around the world and placed in my arms five and half years later through the joy and incredible blessing of adoption.
  • The joy in receiving a job offer and being excited at the thought of being able to get ahead only to find out a few weeks later, my husband was laid off. Guess what? All our bills were paid, we both learned a lot through the time, and my husband is back to work.
  • As part of the pastoral search committee, we extended an invitation for a pastor to come to our church. He declined. Our church needed some time to step back and unite in prayer. During this time, God spoke to our church and this pastor who felt God calling him to our church. We will welcome his family into our church very soon.

My thoughts in all this? Despite how “perfect” I think my plans may be, God’s timing is perfect. 

My gut wrench response is to want to be anxious, but I know just as in times past, I must trust God and His timing in my current situation. My plans may unfold a little differently than I originally had hoped, but He sees the entire picture. 

When have you experienced God’s grace in the timing of your plans?

Resting in His Grace

I needed to read these words. I needed to be reminded that God’s way is perfect. When my plans unravel, His purpose prevails.

Today, I simply need to rest in His grace and quit trying to figure out things that are honestly beyond my control.

It is another reminder to be still and trust.


I believe in plans. I love lists. I have goals, hopes, and dreams. God knows my heart. I need to be watchful, listening to His voice, and trust His plan for my life.

An Altered Course

Sometimes, things unravel.

Sometimes, when everything seems to be falling in place, something suddenly alters from what you thought was the perfect laid out course.

And, just like that, your “perfect” course is no more. 

Yesterday, I received news that alters my course and leaves my well developed plan now feeling uncertain. The news wasn’t earth shattering. In fact, there was an element of joy in news. It just wasn’t my personal joy to celebrate, but then again, it’s not about me.

I trust God in this. I trust I am still on the course He desires for me. I’m just not going to be traveling the course in the way I thought, but I know I need to stay the course.


I have to cling to what I know. That’s the thing about God’s Word. When circumstances alter, His Word remains constant. His grace is still there. 
Yesterday, I read this: “Here is the great irony about opportunities. They usually come disguised as insurmountable problems.” Mark Batterson, In a Pit with a Lion on a Snowy Day.

Today, the truth in that statement feels just a little bit more real…a little more personal.

And what is the message to me in this? 

Maybe grace is disguised in these difficult moments. Maybe, hopefully, I will look back and see how this time only served to grow me and stretch me more.

It’s not about me. 

His plan will prevail. 

Can I trust what’s next without knowing?

Can you trust your plans to God?

Sometimes, Grace isn’t so easy…

Maybe it’s the rainy day. Or maybe it’s because I am tired and haven’t been sleeping well.

Or maybe sometimes, grace isn’t so easy.

I am writing, reflecting on grace, but here I am right now in this moment finding myself wondering…why is this so hard?

Why is it so hard for me to accept the gift of grace from others? And even more so, why is it so hard for me to extend grace to myself?

I am quiet tonight. Reflective. 

Unexpected grace extended to me when really I wasn’t expecting it. It would have been easier for me to hear…you messed up, you made a mistake, how could you not….you get the idea.

It is so much more difficult for me to receive grace from others than it is for me to extend it.

And extending it to myself? Even more difficult.

It is easy to slip back into the performance perfection based expectations I hold of myself.

This often seems to happen to me as I am in the midst of something bigger than myself.

This morning, I read this: “Here is the great irony about opportunities. They usually come disguised as insurmountable problems.” Mark Batterson, In a Pit with a Lion on a Snowy Day.

And maybe, just maybe, that’s exactly the place to find grace. Even if it isn’t so easy.

Do you find it hard to accept grace?

We’re Not so Different…

Today, I am tired. It was one of those nights where you just lay there and try to will yourself to sleep.

I pushed through the day. Many of those surrounding me were doing the same thing. It didn’t help that the weather was somber and rainy skies.

Towards the end of the day, I had an interaction with someone which made me realize something. 

We’re not so different.

As I listened to her make a completely irrational statement and follow it with, “I guess that just comes from the anxiety,” I couldn’t help but think, I get it. I get it.

Max Lucado defines fear as something that sees a threat whereas anxiety imagines a threat.

It often takes only one thing to trigger the anxiety before it spirals into a volcano of what ifs.

It’s really not the easiest way to live. 

I know. I’ve been there. And to be honest, every day is a concentrated effort to decide that I will not live like that.

How have I traveled this far to a place where peace comes easier and sooner?

By the grace of God.

Last year, I was just beginning this journey to battle anxiety head on. Click here to learn more.

The past year has definitely been a journey. I have realized that men and women, young and old, rich and not so rich suffer from anxiety.

We’re really not so different.

God meets us where we are and loves us as we are. He is opening my eyes and heart to a willingness to be vulnerable with safe people. 
Anxiety is a journey, but He promises to be with us for the duration of the journey. 

That alone should bring some peace.

And my interaction from earlier? I simply reassured her, smiled at her, and let her know everything in that moment truly was okay. It’s so wonderful that I can now be a source of steady and calm encouragement for others who struggle with anxiety, too.

That is only by the grace of God.