My husband was a handsome man full of love for his family and devoted to a life well spent. We moved many times together, packing up our life to follow the orders from the United States Navy. I knew when we married we were destined for life full of change.
Having grown up a Navy brat, I took to the idea of traveling to new places with a sense of fun and adventure! Knowing we would be together as a family come what may, gave my heart a sense of peace in knowing he would always be there for us to provide for us and protect our lives. It wasn't easy to pack up and move so often, but I loved my husband and wanted to be with him.
Years later I took to the task of moving every few years with Dan as a matter of necessity due to his military service. It never occurred to me to savor the years we had together until sickness claimed his life at the age of 67. We had many plans ahead of us, yet when he was diagnosed with multiple myeloma, everything came to a stop. Shock and disbelief followed us every moment as he bravely underwent chemo and a stem cell transplant soon after being diagnosed.
Many trips to Philadelphia became necessary in order that he might seek treatment for a painful and very aggressive cancer. The University of Pennsylvania was the chosen place for much of his medical treatment, so we spent a lot of our time traveling back and forth from New Jersey. Life was centered on finding a cure for the disease which in just three years would claim his life. He told me he was ready to be with Jesus when the days became difficult and he was bedridden. Even so, he wanted to be near his family whom he cherished.
So here I am just a year after Dan when to heaven, planning a move on my own. At first the thought of doing so seemed overwhelming to me. I had never been the one in charge of such a big decision, having had my husband to do the planning while I did the necessary preparations required of me in the past. I knew he would take charge of the "big stuff" and I would follow his lead. So after much prayer, I set out to find a new place for my Mother and I to live near my children in Virginia.
A lovely apartment would fill the needs of both myself and my sweet Momma. A few changes in furnishings will be necessary; thankfully our children are willing to help us by giving some items a home with them. So it is with joy I prepare for another big life change! Just a few weeks to go and we will watch as the movers load our belongings and carefully place our memories on the truck and drive them to Virginia. God knows the desires of our hearts. Closer to home each day as life leads and guides us by the grace of God to new beginnings. One day at a time sweet Jesus!
Saturday, October 31, 2015
Friday, October 23, 2015
Rediscovering my inner diva is a work in progress...how I found the joy in cooking again.
It started out as a simple lunch idea with quite a hint from my dear roommate, aka: Momma. Her next to the last day of radiation treatments for breast cancer found me willing to step up to the stove and find a way to nourish her worn out soul. She took over the meal planning several years back when we invited her to live with us after the death of my Daddy. I welcomed a delicious change in menus as you see, she is a fabulous cook! My childhood recollections and visits home after marriage proved one thing true: She is a master with a stove!
It was a bit of a transition for me from meat loafs and mashed potatoes to chicken and dumplings with fried okra, but to be honest my waistband can attest to the amount of fussing I made over letting go of the day to day preparations and cleaning up after the meal was finished. You see, it was my chore to do the dishes most nights after our family of five finished eating while I was growing up. Since both of my parents came from farm living cooks, it simply would not be right to exist on boxed macaroni! Not with a hungry family to feed.
Her hints at each meal fell on deaf ears for several months until one day she left some frozen chicken on the counter for me to fix while she was at her radiation appointment. Truth be told I simply did not feel like cooking but the all knowing look of love on her beautiful face won me over! After a year of grieving for my husband my heart realized joy in the simple desire to fix something delicious to share with my Mother. It occurred to me that she was teaching me once again to take yet another step toward the of healing my soul after the loss of my husband and his brother within a 12 month span of time.
I found myself humming while I chopped up the salad fixin's and made the decision to combine mayonnaise with sour cream for a tart but delicious mixture for the fruit. Then I simply opened an already prepared frozen chicken dinner and warmed it up in a skillet! I can hear my cooking friends gasp as I type, but truth is I have kind'a lost my touch as a cook. My efforts were enjoyed by my dear Momma. She know I prepared the meal with hands of love. Just seeing the smile on her lovely face filled my heart with joy.
Sharing our love truly is a matter of the heart. Every little act of kindness flows from a grateful spirit. At times I find myself desiring to reach out and boldly hold on to the hearts of those who need to be loved and nourished with the hope only found in the scriptures. We are never alone!
The bible speaks of friendship in this verse found in Ecclesiastes 4: 9-10; Two are better than one, because they have good return for their labor; if one falls down, the other can help the other up. But pity the one who falls down and has no one to help them up. Find hope in these promises friends. For because of Jesus great love for us, we are truly provided for.
It was a bit of a transition for me from meat loafs and mashed potatoes to chicken and dumplings with fried okra, but to be honest my waistband can attest to the amount of fussing I made over letting go of the day to day preparations and cleaning up after the meal was finished. You see, it was my chore to do the dishes most nights after our family of five finished eating while I was growing up. Since both of my parents came from farm living cooks, it simply would not be right to exist on boxed macaroni! Not with a hungry family to feed.
Her hints at each meal fell on deaf ears for several months until one day she left some frozen chicken on the counter for me to fix while she was at her radiation appointment. Truth be told I simply did not feel like cooking but the all knowing look of love on her beautiful face won me over! After a year of grieving for my husband my heart realized joy in the simple desire to fix something delicious to share with my Mother. It occurred to me that she was teaching me once again to take yet another step toward the of healing my soul after the loss of my husband and his brother within a 12 month span of time.
I found myself humming while I chopped up the salad fixin's and made the decision to combine mayonnaise with sour cream for a tart but delicious mixture for the fruit. Then I simply opened an already prepared frozen chicken dinner and warmed it up in a skillet! I can hear my cooking friends gasp as I type, but truth is I have kind'a lost my touch as a cook. My efforts were enjoyed by my dear Momma. She know I prepared the meal with hands of love. Just seeing the smile on her lovely face filled my heart with joy.
Sharing our love truly is a matter of the heart. Every little act of kindness flows from a grateful spirit. At times I find myself desiring to reach out and boldly hold on to the hearts of those who need to be loved and nourished with the hope only found in the scriptures. We are never alone!
The bible speaks of friendship in this verse found in Ecclesiastes 4: 9-10; Two are better than one, because they have good return for their labor; if one falls down, the other can help the other up. But pity the one who falls down and has no one to help them up. Find hope in these promises friends. For because of Jesus great love for us, we are truly provided for.
Saturday, October 17, 2015
Waking up to the truths of God's word...powerful in every way!
I remember a song my Momma played on her piano when I was a teen. It was a love song of sorts, one filled with the desire impart love to another; It went something like this: "What are you doing the rest of your life, north and south and east and west of your life, I have only one request of your life, that you spend it with me." Being a passionate 16 year old I envisioned finding my prince one day, a man full of the desire to be mine forever! Thankfully at the age of 19 my husband to be, showed me the words of the song were an insight to the love we would share.
This morning during my devotional time I turned to the following verse from Gods word. Psalms 19:14 reads; "May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight O Lord, my rock and my salvation". Once again I see how God in his infinite wisdom has given my heart yet another insight into a desire to find someone who will be with me in all walks of my life. Only God will always be available to me. All I need to do is trust him to be my hope for eternity!
There are times in my walk with God which fill me with love and compassion for others. In each person is a need to be heard and validated. To know others see them and care about them. A hope of better days to come. And yes, at times I feel as if my heart will break because of my grief in the loss of my husband to cancer last year. I can truly testify to the saving grace of my heavenly father. He has become my one true love.
I wonder sometimes how those without Christ are able to find peace when life fails to produce the answer to their needs. My husband Dan, was my dearest friend and provider; the father of our two beautiful daughters and a loving grandfather to three awesome children. A brilliant man filled with compassion for others and one who's hugs made me feel forever safe and loved. I miss his laugh, the sound of his footsteps in the hallway and every day my memories guide me back to the life we shared.
One day we will be together in heaven! But for now I find hope in the word of God. Psalms 33:20 reads: "We wait in hope for the Lord; he is our shield. In him our hearts rejoice, for we trust his holy name. May your unfailing love rest upon us O Lord, even as we put hope in you." Psalms 34: 18 reads: The Lord is close to the broken hearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. A righteous man may have many troubles, but the Lord delivers them from them all." Be encouraged dear ones, God will take care of you. On this you can depend.
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This morning during my devotional time I turned to the following verse from Gods word. Psalms 19:14 reads; "May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight O Lord, my rock and my salvation". Once again I see how God in his infinite wisdom has given my heart yet another insight into a desire to find someone who will be with me in all walks of my life. Only God will always be available to me. All I need to do is trust him to be my hope for eternity!
There are times in my walk with God which fill me with love and compassion for others. In each person is a need to be heard and validated. To know others see them and care about them. A hope of better days to come. And yes, at times I feel as if my heart will break because of my grief in the loss of my husband to cancer last year. I can truly testify to the saving grace of my heavenly father. He has become my one true love.
I wonder sometimes how those without Christ are able to find peace when life fails to produce the answer to their needs. My husband Dan, was my dearest friend and provider; the father of our two beautiful daughters and a loving grandfather to three awesome children. A brilliant man filled with compassion for others and one who's hugs made me feel forever safe and loved. I miss his laugh, the sound of his footsteps in the hallway and every day my memories guide me back to the life we shared.
One day we will be together in heaven! But for now I find hope in the word of God. Psalms 33:20 reads: "We wait in hope for the Lord; he is our shield. In him our hearts rejoice, for we trust his holy name. May your unfailing love rest upon us O Lord, even as we put hope in you." Psalms 34: 18 reads: The Lord is close to the broken hearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. A righteous man may have many troubles, but the Lord delivers them from them all." Be encouraged dear ones, God will take care of you. On this you can depend.
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Monday, October 12, 2015
One step closer to the life we lived together....and yet one step further from the life we leave behind.
I have heard it said our lives reflect the love and heartache we have experienced along the way...lines of courage or hope shining brightly in anticipation of better days. In my lifetime I have been fortunate to know the love of many folks. Some have taught my heart to sing, others offered the quiet place I needed in which to be simply myself. A young girl in a woman's heart...attempting to scatter joy like rosebuds each day as my feet lead to still waters, trusting God for promises of his goodness and hope!
Within my memories of days gone by are many notes of gratitude for times in which I was given the honor of participating in sacred ways while other's spoke vows and love before God and their families. One in particular is beautifully written across the music from which I sang at a wedding. "I love you Renee" is written in red on the top corner of the sheet music of a prayer...oh how this cherished woman of whom I write, placed lovely memories within this heart of mine. Her teaching helped to form a lifelong love of God's word.
Another taught me to sing from my soul and lift my hands in glorious praise to our father whom we would behold one day in heaven. She had no pretense about her. She stood on the platform and sang from her heart of gold to each person fortunate enough to be present. I recall her taking in three little boys who desperately needed to be loved and cared for while their mother underwent a life threatening surgery. She bought them shoes and clothing and loved them with a servants heart.
One day we will be reunited as sisters in Christ. As the path of life leads me closer to the dream of being near my family again, my soul rejoices to recall days gone by and all the memories. But there are better days ahead! Times of holding my loved ones close and sharing worship, and delicious family meals...singing in the car to worship songs, football practice with my eight year old grandson. Seeing the look in my adult grandson's eyes one day when he looks into the eyes of his bride and says the words " I do" Enjoying the music of my granddaughter's laughter as she shares her beautiful life with me.
Saying goodbye to my life here in New Jersey will be a time of letting go...I leave behind my life with Dan and the heartache of losing him to cancer. A garden put together with countless hours of toil and joyful planning! A lovely home filled with plans we made together and fashioned with our love. Friends who have held me up in prayer and soothed my weary soul as I took one step and then another towards the goal of being whole again. My church friends and an incredible group of Pastors and leaders whose guidance I hold in high esteem.
You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand. Psalms 16:11 Grow old long with me, the best is yet to be!
Within my memories of days gone by are many notes of gratitude for times in which I was given the honor of participating in sacred ways while other's spoke vows and love before God and their families. One in particular is beautifully written across the music from which I sang at a wedding. "I love you Renee" is written in red on the top corner of the sheet music of a prayer...oh how this cherished woman of whom I write, placed lovely memories within this heart of mine. Her teaching helped to form a lifelong love of God's word.
Another taught me to sing from my soul and lift my hands in glorious praise to our father whom we would behold one day in heaven. She had no pretense about her. She stood on the platform and sang from her heart of gold to each person fortunate enough to be present. I recall her taking in three little boys who desperately needed to be loved and cared for while their mother underwent a life threatening surgery. She bought them shoes and clothing and loved them with a servants heart.
One day we will be reunited as sisters in Christ. As the path of life leads me closer to the dream of being near my family again, my soul rejoices to recall days gone by and all the memories. But there are better days ahead! Times of holding my loved ones close and sharing worship, and delicious family meals...singing in the car to worship songs, football practice with my eight year old grandson. Seeing the look in my adult grandson's eyes one day when he looks into the eyes of his bride and says the words " I do" Enjoying the music of my granddaughter's laughter as she shares her beautiful life with me.
Saying goodbye to my life here in New Jersey will be a time of letting go...I leave behind my life with Dan and the heartache of losing him to cancer. A garden put together with countless hours of toil and joyful planning! A lovely home filled with plans we made together and fashioned with our love. Friends who have held me up in prayer and soothed my weary soul as I took one step and then another towards the goal of being whole again. My church friends and an incredible group of Pastors and leaders whose guidance I hold in high esteem.
You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand. Psalms 16:11 Grow old long with me, the best is yet to be!
Friday, October 9, 2015
Maybe the very best things are the ones you have to step out on faith to find...
I have never been what one might all a brave soul at heart. Shy from childhood, I often found myself afraid to step out and be counted as one who could shine. Funny thing is, the light has always been there, I just never understood that pure joy isn't found in confidence in one's abilities, rather it is a result of knowing your heart and soul are shepherded by God. He, in his infinite mercy holds the only joy a candle of hope can cling to with heartstrings of trust. Merciful in every way, my savior is!
One Christmas I was chosen to be the angel Gabriel in our children's presentation complete with angel wings and a halo covered in sparkling pipe cleaners and shepherds who happened to be my brothers. I hid in the shadow of the more outgoing children...all the while wondering if I was chosen because I was tall for my age or maybe my sparkly blue eyes were simply angelic looking
enough for the part. I prayed for the whole thing to be over as quickly as possible.
Our parents were so proud to see us gussied up in our costumes while we portrayed perhaps the greatest story ever told. Pure fear shone from our faces as the spotlight gazed upon us as the story was shared by our pastor. I could hardly wait to get off the stage and back to my simple every day attire. Years later as luck would have it, courage began to replace fear and hope became anchor of my soul to this day.
One thing is certain...we can always depend on God for each and day to grant us hope and mercy so freely available and ever so near. Heart to heart, we are and fashioned in his image. I marvel at the deep and abiding love with which he cares for our every need. Oh, what a loving compassionate father our God is. As the tides of life ebb and flow the grace of one so much greater than we can even imagine reaches down to touch the souls of each weary traveler the earth has to offer.
Perhaps the psalmist said it best...We wait in hope for the Lord; he is our help and our shield. In him our hearts rejoice, for we trust in his holy name. May your failing love be with us, Lord, even as we put our hope in you. (Psalm 33;20-22.). In peace I will lie down and sleep; for you alone Lord make me dwell in safety. (Psalm 4:8.) He will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father Prince of peace ( Isaiah 9:6.) Praying for my simple words from a servant heart to light the way to Him.
One Christmas I was chosen to be the angel Gabriel in our children's presentation complete with angel wings and a halo covered in sparkling pipe cleaners and shepherds who happened to be my brothers. I hid in the shadow of the more outgoing children...all the while wondering if I was chosen because I was tall for my age or maybe my sparkly blue eyes were simply angelic looking
enough for the part. I prayed for the whole thing to be over as quickly as possible.
Our parents were so proud to see us gussied up in our costumes while we portrayed perhaps the greatest story ever told. Pure fear shone from our faces as the spotlight gazed upon us as the story was shared by our pastor. I could hardly wait to get off the stage and back to my simple every day attire. Years later as luck would have it, courage began to replace fear and hope became anchor of my soul to this day.
One thing is certain...we can always depend on God for each and day to grant us hope and mercy so freely available and ever so near. Heart to heart, we are and fashioned in his image. I marvel at the deep and abiding love with which he cares for our every need. Oh, what a loving compassionate father our God is. As the tides of life ebb and flow the grace of one so much greater than we can even imagine reaches down to touch the souls of each weary traveler the earth has to offer.
Perhaps the psalmist said it best...We wait in hope for the Lord; he is our help and our shield. In him our hearts rejoice, for we trust in his holy name. May your failing love be with us, Lord, even as we put our hope in you. (Psalm 33;20-22.). In peace I will lie down and sleep; for you alone Lord make me dwell in safety. (Psalm 4:8.) He will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father Prince of peace ( Isaiah 9:6.) Praying for my simple words from a servant heart to light the way to Him.
Monday, October 5, 2015
Life is really just another word for hope...at least for those who choose what matters most!
Sitting in the quiet of morning in my daughter's loft as the river flows quickly by the trees in my view from a beautiful window which overlooks the James River. I am giving thought to this morning's devotional...pondering the real purpose of my life. As a seven year old child I recall inviting Jesus into my little heart and promising to always trust and obey the scripture found in my new bible. Sunday was a day filled with happy songs and pretty outfits as well as patent leather shoes and an ever so stiff petticoat under my scratchy starched Sunday dress.
Not a day has gone by in my sixty three years without my giving thought to the promises I made within my heart those many years ago. I wish I could say kept close the hope I eagerly anticipated would be mine forever. Alas, as life stretched before me it seemed there would be plenty of time to focus on becoming the person I thought I needed to be to measure up to perfection. Truth is, we will never find hope in our dreams without the One who offers it so freely. Seems for some of us the cycle of problems and weariness hold our minds captive.
2 Corinthians 1: 3-4 offers hope! "All praise to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. He is the source of every mercy and the God who comforts us. He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When others are troubled we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us." Oh the joy which comes over me when I take in the truths found within these verses. I do not have to be otherwise gifted in order to be useful to Him.
My dear friend recently asked me to consider sharing my testimony with a group of ladies at her church. It became clear to me it is not enough to simply hold the trials of life within our hearts ...we are to be as one traveler to another. Sharing bits and pieces of God's grace with others who desperately need to know another woman understands what it feels like to know pain so deep it nearly caused her to give up on life. And yet....God took this broken heart and fit all the pieces together with His everlasting promises to never leave me or forsake me.
"You will be o.k." he said to me.. you have your faith in God and He has never let you down." These precious promises came from the lips of my dear husband just weeks before heavens gates welcomed him home. Cancer may have claimed his earthly body but heaven had a hold on his soul! And here I sit, in my daughter's loft recalling testimonies of a dying man whom my heart adored. Tears flow from a broken heart as the mere whisper of his name opens my aching heart. He loved me, and I loved him. The good news is God loved us both!
"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only begotten son, that whoever believes in him shall not parish but have everlasting life. John 3: 16". On this we can depend!
Not a day has gone by in my sixty three years without my giving thought to the promises I made within my heart those many years ago. I wish I could say kept close the hope I eagerly anticipated would be mine forever. Alas, as life stretched before me it seemed there would be plenty of time to focus on becoming the person I thought I needed to be to measure up to perfection. Truth is, we will never find hope in our dreams without the One who offers it so freely. Seems for some of us the cycle of problems and weariness hold our minds captive.
2 Corinthians 1: 3-4 offers hope! "All praise to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. He is the source of every mercy and the God who comforts us. He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When others are troubled we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us." Oh the joy which comes over me when I take in the truths found within these verses. I do not have to be otherwise gifted in order to be useful to Him.
My dear friend recently asked me to consider sharing my testimony with a group of ladies at her church. It became clear to me it is not enough to simply hold the trials of life within our hearts ...we are to be as one traveler to another. Sharing bits and pieces of God's grace with others who desperately need to know another woman understands what it feels like to know pain so deep it nearly caused her to give up on life. And yet....God took this broken heart and fit all the pieces together with His everlasting promises to never leave me or forsake me.
"You will be o.k." he said to me.. you have your faith in God and He has never let you down." These precious promises came from the lips of my dear husband just weeks before heavens gates welcomed him home. Cancer may have claimed his earthly body but heaven had a hold on his soul! And here I sit, in my daughter's loft recalling testimonies of a dying man whom my heart adored. Tears flow from a broken heart as the mere whisper of his name opens my aching heart. He loved me, and I loved him. The good news is God loved us both!
"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only begotten son, that whoever believes in him shall not parish but have everlasting life. John 3: 16". On this we can depend!
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Melodies of the heart give meaning to this life of mine...the music of living is hope.
Her fingers move softly over the ivory keys of her piano. Reminding me once more to find value in the essence of each moment...this woman who gave birth to my soul many years ago and yet delights in my very being. "Oh what a beautiful morning" gently caresses my listening ears while sitting in my pajamas I know it is time to get dressed and face the day ahead. "Oh what a beautiful day"...a day in which to be still in the knowledge of the gifts I have to experience, all the while knowing this life will one day pass and a new beginning will be mine for eternity!
Sweet memories of days gone by travel the path to my heart, full of happy laughter and ice cream bars, poolside fun along with the most delicious food you can imagine having before you. Children laughing in the water while sunbeams fall upon their tender skin. This life we took for granted and yet somehow treasured at the same time. I see now how quickly it passes before we know it. Gentle hugs and goodbyes, waving from the car to happy moments with giggling girls in the back seat filled with summer treasures.
And here we are, together for this day filled with sunlight and hope. While typing this morning as I enjoyed a cup of coffee, the sun poured in across the transom window in the living room causing me to move three times to avoid the light in my eyes! What a bother it seemed to be until I stopped to see the value in the moment. No matter what may befall us in this life we call ours, the light still finds us
when we least expect it to shine...
And so, while the morning is new and my thoughts are fresh, I pause to give thanks for everyday I spend in hopeful anticipation of all He has in store for me to behold with tender eyes of faith. Quiet treasures from his holy word fill my heart with gladness even in grief. Age may consume us, problems befall, heaven awaits me, worth it all! Death calls the weary, life here will end, knowing the future will be with HIM!
Today is a treasure I hold in my heart. Somehow these days of grief provide me with a closer walk with my creator. "You are such a deep thinker" my Momma said to me yesterday. Much like my earthly Daddy who had strong arms of love and compassion and who would have moved heaven and earth to protect me. His bible, worn from study always sat on the nightstand unless he was reading it...quietly underlining the important days of our lives...each occasion documented for our most priceless remembrance after he went to be with Jesus!
Romans 8:38-39 reads:"For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, neither angels nor demons,
neither present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Jesus Christ our Lord." And so it is. This life worth living with eternity to treasure. Amen.
Sweet memories of days gone by travel the path to my heart, full of happy laughter and ice cream bars, poolside fun along with the most delicious food you can imagine having before you. Children laughing in the water while sunbeams fall upon their tender skin. This life we took for granted and yet somehow treasured at the same time. I see now how quickly it passes before we know it. Gentle hugs and goodbyes, waving from the car to happy moments with giggling girls in the back seat filled with summer treasures.
And here we are, together for this day filled with sunlight and hope. While typing this morning as I enjoyed a cup of coffee, the sun poured in across the transom window in the living room causing me to move three times to avoid the light in my eyes! What a bother it seemed to be until I stopped to see the value in the moment. No matter what may befall us in this life we call ours, the light still finds us
when we least expect it to shine...
And so, while the morning is new and my thoughts are fresh, I pause to give thanks for everyday I spend in hopeful anticipation of all He has in store for me to behold with tender eyes of faith. Quiet treasures from his holy word fill my heart with gladness even in grief. Age may consume us, problems befall, heaven awaits me, worth it all! Death calls the weary, life here will end, knowing the future will be with HIM!
Today is a treasure I hold in my heart. Somehow these days of grief provide me with a closer walk with my creator. "You are such a deep thinker" my Momma said to me yesterday. Much like my earthly Daddy who had strong arms of love and compassion and who would have moved heaven and earth to protect me. His bible, worn from study always sat on the nightstand unless he was reading it...quietly underlining the important days of our lives...each occasion documented for our most priceless remembrance after he went to be with Jesus!
Romans 8:38-39 reads:"For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, neither angels nor demons,
neither present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Jesus Christ our Lord." And so it is. This life worth living with eternity to treasure. Amen.
Saturday, September 12, 2015
Sweet reminders of a life to come in the glory of friendships and hope!
She called today to check on me...her heart full of compassion on this day one year to the date of my husbands home going to new life in heaven. My friend of nearly thirty years in which we have faced all matter of trials and joy together! She never forgets to share love and her joyful ways gift a smile to my heart. We are so close, it is as though God knew we would need each other for a lifetime. My sister of sorts on this road called life. We met at Sunday School too many years ago to count and the moment I heard her exclaim "for true" I knew she must be from home. A true Louisiana girl whose husband would become Dan's dearest friend, and she mine!
The happy chatter we share is clearly a matter of having so much in common. Even though we have lived in different states for awhile our families are bonded with memories and plans for the future. We have invested ourselves in the lives of each other. Our goals include sharing our faith and loving our families and grandchildren. Most importantly our faith in God gives hope to our days, and joy in the knowledge of being sisters in Christ forever. Many tears have fallen between the two of us as life has unfolded in a way neither heart could have faced without this faithful bond in Christ. It is good to be loved.
Many others have encouraged me as I faced the loss of my husband whom they also knew and loved. He was a man of few words but when he loved you he gave his heart for life. So many plans fell to the side while cancer slowly caused our lives to change and our faith to grow more than we could have ever understood without the journey we traveled together. Encouraged by his faith Dan looked forward to his heavenly home. One day there would be a glorious reunion much like the most precious of celebrations we have ever known.
So, today which started with coffee and Jesus is not so much a sad time, but instead a day in which I say thank you...to the many friends who have gently helped to guide me along this path of grief and shared their own journey and testimonies of how God always held them up when the waves of sorrow
swept the tides of change forevermore. You see, this is not the end, but the beginning for those who are in Christ! New starts are adventures in trust and promise...God never disappoints his children.
And today I celebrate the birthday of our handsome grandson Robbie who we love dearly as a family. I can't help but smile each time he hugs me in the same way his Grandpa did...a heart filled with gentle caring ways. We shared so many childhood moments with he and his beautiful sister Kristi. God knew we needed joyful times to balance the times in which bittersweet memories would keep us close at heart. A heritage of faith and hope continues to guide me along this daily God given life I call mine.
Life is good and life goes on a friend once told me...and so it does. Psalms 118:24 Reads: This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.
The happy chatter we share is clearly a matter of having so much in common. Even though we have lived in different states for awhile our families are bonded with memories and plans for the future. We have invested ourselves in the lives of each other. Our goals include sharing our faith and loving our families and grandchildren. Most importantly our faith in God gives hope to our days, and joy in the knowledge of being sisters in Christ forever. Many tears have fallen between the two of us as life has unfolded in a way neither heart could have faced without this faithful bond in Christ. It is good to be loved.
Many others have encouraged me as I faced the loss of my husband whom they also knew and loved. He was a man of few words but when he loved you he gave his heart for life. So many plans fell to the side while cancer slowly caused our lives to change and our faith to grow more than we could have ever understood without the journey we traveled together. Encouraged by his faith Dan looked forward to his heavenly home. One day there would be a glorious reunion much like the most precious of celebrations we have ever known.
So, today which started with coffee and Jesus is not so much a sad time, but instead a day in which I say thank you...to the many friends who have gently helped to guide me along this path of grief and shared their own journey and testimonies of how God always held them up when the waves of sorrow
swept the tides of change forevermore. You see, this is not the end, but the beginning for those who are in Christ! New starts are adventures in trust and promise...God never disappoints his children.
And today I celebrate the birthday of our handsome grandson Robbie who we love dearly as a family. I can't help but smile each time he hugs me in the same way his Grandpa did...a heart filled with gentle caring ways. We shared so many childhood moments with he and his beautiful sister Kristi. God knew we needed joyful times to balance the times in which bittersweet memories would keep us close at heart. A heritage of faith and hope continues to guide me along this daily God given life I call mine.
Life is good and life goes on a friend once told me...and so it does. Psalms 118:24 Reads: This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
Living as a widow in a married world...learning to walk the path God has given me.
It seemed easy enough to fill my otherwise simple day with joyful anticipation of things to come. Somehow I could not make the connection between what was necessary and what was important. You see, this was the day I was to pack my car with treasures and take off for the sunset of better days. Only circumstances kept me from the trip I had planned. It was as if God held a mirror to my heart and typed in the words: be still. Willing or not it would have to be another day.
This new life of making decisions without the strong gentle voice of my dear husband to guide and care for me in the wake if uncertainty, haunted my day. September 12 is drawing near...the anniversary of his departure to heaven. I sat for a talk with my wise and loving Momma who assured me I was coping well in spite of missing him. So many details had to be taken care of before I could safely take a step forward without him. Being widowed in a married world is a conflict of life lessons.
You see, I was able to feel safe in the knowledge that my husband was always here for me...his strong arms of love provided me with an anchor of love to hold to. I was his and he was mine until the end of time, or so we thought. The one who loved me as a nineteen year old girl and walked me into the wiser years of life. I wonder if the treasure is not in the number of years, rather in the depth of the love we shared. Maybe one day I will understand the plan God has destined me to live from this day forward.
Jesus is my safe and loving guide each and every day. Even with the struggles of life I can truly say I am blessed beyond any dreams I had growing up. Life is a forward path in which we learn to love and treasure each gift we are given. Perhaps the truth is, others will learn to love more deeply as a result of the testimony of faith we offer in each day the good lord chooses to afford us. My deepest hope is to share the incredible journey my father in heaven has chosen to fashion with love for me...in order that others may come to know the awesome love of God, so freely offered to each willing heart.
Sometimes the wisest of souls are the very ones we give birth to! Our children light up my heart with the music of love and they remind me to give thanks to my savior for giving me pieces of Dan's heart here on earth. Soon we will celebrate our grandson's birthday and recall how proud his grandpa was of the man he has become. Oh it is good to give thanks to the Lord for he alone knows our every need. Yes, be still and know that he is God. He is the giver of all things...let us rejoice!
This new life of making decisions without the strong gentle voice of my dear husband to guide and care for me in the wake if uncertainty, haunted my day. September 12 is drawing near...the anniversary of his departure to heaven. I sat for a talk with my wise and loving Momma who assured me I was coping well in spite of missing him. So many details had to be taken care of before I could safely take a step forward without him. Being widowed in a married world is a conflict of life lessons.
You see, I was able to feel safe in the knowledge that my husband was always here for me...his strong arms of love provided me with an anchor of love to hold to. I was his and he was mine until the end of time, or so we thought. The one who loved me as a nineteen year old girl and walked me into the wiser years of life. I wonder if the treasure is not in the number of years, rather in the depth of the love we shared. Maybe one day I will understand the plan God has destined me to live from this day forward.
Jesus is my safe and loving guide each and every day. Even with the struggles of life I can truly say I am blessed beyond any dreams I had growing up. Life is a forward path in which we learn to love and treasure each gift we are given. Perhaps the truth is, others will learn to love more deeply as a result of the testimony of faith we offer in each day the good lord chooses to afford us. My deepest hope is to share the incredible journey my father in heaven has chosen to fashion with love for me...in order that others may come to know the awesome love of God, so freely offered to each willing heart.
Sometimes the wisest of souls are the very ones we give birth to! Our children light up my heart with the music of love and they remind me to give thanks to my savior for giving me pieces of Dan's heart here on earth. Soon we will celebrate our grandson's birthday and recall how proud his grandpa was of the man he has become. Oh it is good to give thanks to the Lord for he alone knows our every need. Yes, be still and know that he is God. He is the giver of all things...let us rejoice!
Friday, September 4, 2015
Resting in the pillow of his unfailing grace...finding hope in the goodness of tomorrow.
The day started quietly...after plugging in the coffee pot I stumbled through the early morning moments I call precious. Be it ever so quiet, I love those (just woke up and the entire day is before me) kind of moments. There is a delightful sense of anticipation within my heart and a desire to make good use of the time set aside for my morning devotions. Safe and waiting on my coffee table are my bible and devotional books along side my prayer journal. A pencil and highlighter and oh yes, the ever present dictionary which keeps me from having to pretend I can actually spell while composing my blog.
Years ago I could never have guessed I would find myself in the midst of a huge life change called widowhood. Prayer has become the lifeline to which I cling! Day after day, week after week my time spent in God's precious word fuels my ever growing desire to know my heavenly father more. This God who hung the stars and caused ocean to roar, pauses to meet with me...his ever changing creation. I wonder sometimes if it is possible in this earthly lifetime to comprehend the vastness of His love? Certainly the opportunities to grow in faith are endless. Maybe the desire meet with him is my souls quest for true peace. That which writers claim passes all understanding!
In conversation recently I heard a friend say they would not know how to keep going in life were it not for their faith. My heart agrees in harmony with this truth. My husband was always willing to listen to my ponderings on hope and dreams, and to urge me on when in my humanness I felt ill equipped to maneuver this stage called life. The trials of an ever changing set of circumstances caused me to feel defeated and tired of the endless challenges ahead. It was easy to feel discouraged and tired. "Everything will be just fine, you wait and see. God has never let you down before" he would say and hug me ever so tightly in his gentle way.
Dan led my heart to trust and learn to believe in the goodness of tomorrow. He wanted to live so badly that he was willing to do most any treatment which offered him hope. I asked him many times if he ever felt like giving up the fight to which he replied the same response...as long as there was hope for a cure or even the slightest chance he might live longer he would find it within himself to keep going. What a testament to the power of the human spirit to seek hope in the midst of unthinkable pain and suffering. And yet he did it for love.
There are many seasons in which we find ourselves in need of hope. Even in the midst of deep pain and heartache, there is a tiny voice within telling us to keep in mind the open door which leads to better days to come. God knows our deepest fears and challenges. He is not surprised when we cling to hope with all the power within us. Many times the heart finds rest within the pillow of his almighty grace. 'Where do I go, oh where do I go? Needing a comfort for my soul? Needing a friend who's with me to the end. Where do I go but to the Lord!' The author and finisher of our faith. Come Lord Jesus...the best is yet to be.
Years ago I could never have guessed I would find myself in the midst of a huge life change called widowhood. Prayer has become the lifeline to which I cling! Day after day, week after week my time spent in God's precious word fuels my ever growing desire to know my heavenly father more. This God who hung the stars and caused ocean to roar, pauses to meet with me...his ever changing creation. I wonder sometimes if it is possible in this earthly lifetime to comprehend the vastness of His love? Certainly the opportunities to grow in faith are endless. Maybe the desire meet with him is my souls quest for true peace. That which writers claim passes all understanding!
In conversation recently I heard a friend say they would not know how to keep going in life were it not for their faith. My heart agrees in harmony with this truth. My husband was always willing to listen to my ponderings on hope and dreams, and to urge me on when in my humanness I felt ill equipped to maneuver this stage called life. The trials of an ever changing set of circumstances caused me to feel defeated and tired of the endless challenges ahead. It was easy to feel discouraged and tired. "Everything will be just fine, you wait and see. God has never let you down before" he would say and hug me ever so tightly in his gentle way.
Dan led my heart to trust and learn to believe in the goodness of tomorrow. He wanted to live so badly that he was willing to do most any treatment which offered him hope. I asked him many times if he ever felt like giving up the fight to which he replied the same response...as long as there was hope for a cure or even the slightest chance he might live longer he would find it within himself to keep going. What a testament to the power of the human spirit to seek hope in the midst of unthinkable pain and suffering. And yet he did it for love.
There are many seasons in which we find ourselves in need of hope. Even in the midst of deep pain and heartache, there is a tiny voice within telling us to keep in mind the open door which leads to better days to come. God knows our deepest fears and challenges. He is not surprised when we cling to hope with all the power within us. Many times the heart finds rest within the pillow of his almighty grace. 'Where do I go, oh where do I go? Needing a comfort for my soul? Needing a friend who's with me to the end. Where do I go but to the Lord!' The author and finisher of our faith. Come Lord Jesus...the best is yet to be.
Saturday, August 29, 2015
Looking for treasures in a very confusing life...the ups and down's of change
The memories of life before my husband died are vivid! Yesterday I searched for a very long time for glimpses of the man I loved for over four decades. It seems, in my haste to ready the house for a real estate showing I put away his driver's license with the intention of keeping it safe from wandering eyes as they came through on a tour of the place we call our home. Being of the over 60's crowd is proving to be a bit challenging as you see, I forget many times where I placed the important things I am certain to need later! Can you relate? Thankfully I came across the handsome faced license a few hours later, underneath our marriage license and birth certificates. Proof once again of the love we shared as man and wife.
Little by little I see the importance of being organized and having goals in life. My dear husband was very intentional about making sure to keep the main things (we call important) such as copies of policies, proof of insurance, maintenance agreements, appointments etc. in a safe place. Once he became ill and entered the ravages of chemo, which we hoped would cure the cancer he so bravely endured he began to have difficulty staying focused on such trivial things. Our way of life changed from looking forward to the years ahead to hoping he would be alive to see our grandchildren realize their dreams.
Looking back I see how we had more than enough love between us to grow a family. Our plans, to sell our home and move closer to our beautiful daughters and their family's were put on hold in lieu of cancer and the need for constant medical supervision. Oh, the hopes and dreams of a lifetime resonated so clear within my saddened heart. Did I express how much I loved him? Only every few hours. I would call out to him on my way out to the garden, " I love you Dan!" He would answer me in his usual style of matter of fact certainty" I love you too!" Each evening before sleep he would say to me " I love you, sweet dreams" the words my heart found treasure in. The words my own parents said to my three brothers and I growing up.
While deep in thought during my devotional time this morning I came across these verses in Psalms 116: 15 Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints. O Lord I am truly your servant; I am the son of your maidservant, you have freed me from my chains. Psalms 118: Give thanks to the Lord for he is good; his love endures forever. On days when I ponder if my heart will ever love again my Lord speaks truths to my weary heart. Psalms 34: I sought the Lord, and he answered me; he delivered me from all my fears. Psalms 31: 24 Be strong and take heart, all you who hope in the Lord.
Yes, I have more than enough love to last my lifetime....because I am a child of the creator of life!
Little by little I see the importance of being organized and having goals in life. My dear husband was very intentional about making sure to keep the main things (we call important) such as copies of policies, proof of insurance, maintenance agreements, appointments etc. in a safe place. Once he became ill and entered the ravages of chemo, which we hoped would cure the cancer he so bravely endured he began to have difficulty staying focused on such trivial things. Our way of life changed from looking forward to the years ahead to hoping he would be alive to see our grandchildren realize their dreams.
Looking back I see how we had more than enough love between us to grow a family. Our plans, to sell our home and move closer to our beautiful daughters and their family's were put on hold in lieu of cancer and the need for constant medical supervision. Oh, the hopes and dreams of a lifetime resonated so clear within my saddened heart. Did I express how much I loved him? Only every few hours. I would call out to him on my way out to the garden, " I love you Dan!" He would answer me in his usual style of matter of fact certainty" I love you too!" Each evening before sleep he would say to me " I love you, sweet dreams" the words my heart found treasure in. The words my own parents said to my three brothers and I growing up.
While deep in thought during my devotional time this morning I came across these verses in Psalms 116: 15 Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints. O Lord I am truly your servant; I am the son of your maidservant, you have freed me from my chains. Psalms 118: Give thanks to the Lord for he is good; his love endures forever. On days when I ponder if my heart will ever love again my Lord speaks truths to my weary heart. Psalms 34: I sought the Lord, and he answered me; he delivered me from all my fears. Psalms 31: 24 Be strong and take heart, all you who hope in the Lord.
Yes, I have more than enough love to last my lifetime....because I am a child of the creator of life!
Thursday, August 27, 2015
Precious Lord...flood my soul..love beyond measure
I don't know about you, but I seem to spend a lot of time planning for days to come. My dear husband's Mom called this "wishing my life " away! I guess I didn't see things the way she could through the eyes of a gifted teacher and Mom to two handsome sons. Not a day goes by without my thinking of some new plant to find at the garden center, or perhaps a different way to arrange the living room. Always changing my direction when it comes to what I am about to do on a given day!
Being focused is a simple thing for most, but for this girl my creative spirit can be known to get a bit distracted, to say the least.
One purpose never changes however...my passion for learning more from God's precious word. As I glance at my alarm clock each morning it's as if all that is within me longs for that first cup of coffee with Jesus each morning. Today I was a especially ready to sit in prayer for my brother by marriage who underwent a drastic surgery to mend the damage done by the disease which claimed my precious husband's life here on earth just eleven months ago. Heart wrenching concern floods my soul as I long for healing to take place in his tall handsome body. So many memories surface as my heart prays in a compassionate way for him. Trusting God for the ultimate healing to take place in another member of this family my heart loves.
My Mother's words echo in my mind..."there are better days to come". Oh how my heart rejoices in this hope! I have watched her closely through a daughter's loving eyes as she underwent countless surgeries, military moves too numerous to count, decades of praying for a wayward brother, grief at the bedside of my Daddy as he closed his eyes in death . All the time pointing us to a great and powerful God who always keeps his promises to never leave us or forsake us! For we are children of a heavenly inheritance. One day we will behold Him face to face. I find myself longing for heaven, the hope eternal paid for in full by the blood of Jesus.
You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand. Psalms 16:11. There are so many things to be thankful for in this walk we call life. I feel such gratitude to God for choosing me to be a part of loving family here on earth. Not only am I loved by my family of origin but my family by marriage and in the family of God. For there are few things in life which can compare to the peace and hope experienced when we live according to the life we have been shown and know to be good. Life the poets call good...and God's word calls everlasting!
Being focused is a simple thing for most, but for this girl my creative spirit can be known to get a bit distracted, to say the least.
One purpose never changes however...my passion for learning more from God's precious word. As I glance at my alarm clock each morning it's as if all that is within me longs for that first cup of coffee with Jesus each morning. Today I was a especially ready to sit in prayer for my brother by marriage who underwent a drastic surgery to mend the damage done by the disease which claimed my precious husband's life here on earth just eleven months ago. Heart wrenching concern floods my soul as I long for healing to take place in his tall handsome body. So many memories surface as my heart prays in a compassionate way for him. Trusting God for the ultimate healing to take place in another member of this family my heart loves.
My Mother's words echo in my mind..."there are better days to come". Oh how my heart rejoices in this hope! I have watched her closely through a daughter's loving eyes as she underwent countless surgeries, military moves too numerous to count, decades of praying for a wayward brother, grief at the bedside of my Daddy as he closed his eyes in death . All the time pointing us to a great and powerful God who always keeps his promises to never leave us or forsake us! For we are children of a heavenly inheritance. One day we will behold Him face to face. I find myself longing for heaven, the hope eternal paid for in full by the blood of Jesus.
You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand. Psalms 16:11. There are so many things to be thankful for in this walk we call life. I feel such gratitude to God for choosing me to be a part of loving family here on earth. Not only am I loved by my family of origin but my family by marriage and in the family of God. For there are few things in life which can compare to the peace and hope experienced when we live according to the life we have been shown and know to be good. Life the poets call good...and God's word calls everlasting!
Thursday, August 20, 2015
Feeling like a butterfly in a caterpillar's world..
The wind is blowing high today. As I paused to drink my coffee I heard a thud outside the patio window. I knew it had happened once again. The new lovely orange colored umbrella I congratulated my self with finding on sale, had once again been caught up on a breeze and flown into the side of the house! I quickly opened the door to check for a broken window or maybe a dent in the siding. But to my relief it was simply laying on the concrete swaying from side to side in the wind.
"Oh for goodness sakes I said to myself, here we go again". You see I haven't had the best of luck with umbrellas because the wind in our backyard has a mind of it's own! Twice, my next door neighbor kindly brought our sailing sun- preventing -thing- a- ma- jig back into our yard for safe keeping. At one point I even rigged a cord to hold it down. In the scheme of things I guess this really isn't such a big deal. But somehow it really bothers me because I want it to stay open and provide shade at all times.
After getting the problem solved I took the time to tip toe around the garden beds in search of some morning delight. I wasn't disappointed, as many of the marigold seeds I recently spread were popping up. Bravely holding up to the breeze they stood like little soldiers ready for the days to come. Tiny leaves so gently unfolded in perfect form like the larger plants they were harvested from. In a few weeks they too will bloom and thrive as the cycle of life repeats its glorious, wonderful way! Oh, how marvelous it is to be a keeper of a garden...to watch as God provides the answers to my need for creative expression!
But there is more...life is always filled with challenges to each and every heart which beats. 'To every thing there is a season.' In Ecclesiastes 3 we read: 'There is a time for everything, for every season of activity under heaven.' I find solace in these words of hope from God's word as I walk the path before me every moment of the day. He doesn't leave us in the place we find to be most comfortable. We are gifted in ways which glorify our creator. He made us to lift up hands of praise to him. To seek his face daily and to share the gift of hope and salvation he offers each person in the world.
I am thankful he doesn't choose to leave us on this journey alone and without hope. We have more than every opportunity to share the gifts we have been given. My life has been at times difficult and trying and if truth be known I felt alone and vulnerable as my life progressed. We have wings of hope to guide us to the journeys end when we will see Him face to face! Oh, how I cherish the knowledge of such a glorious life to come. Yes friends we are all souls, living in human bodies, running the race before us. And... sometimes, it takes a butterfly to show us what is really important.
"Oh for goodness sakes I said to myself, here we go again". You see I haven't had the best of luck with umbrellas because the wind in our backyard has a mind of it's own! Twice, my next door neighbor kindly brought our sailing sun- preventing -thing- a- ma- jig back into our yard for safe keeping. At one point I even rigged a cord to hold it down. In the scheme of things I guess this really isn't such a big deal. But somehow it really bothers me because I want it to stay open and provide shade at all times.
After getting the problem solved I took the time to tip toe around the garden beds in search of some morning delight. I wasn't disappointed, as many of the marigold seeds I recently spread were popping up. Bravely holding up to the breeze they stood like little soldiers ready for the days to come. Tiny leaves so gently unfolded in perfect form like the larger plants they were harvested from. In a few weeks they too will bloom and thrive as the cycle of life repeats its glorious, wonderful way! Oh, how marvelous it is to be a keeper of a garden...to watch as God provides the answers to my need for creative expression!
But there is more...life is always filled with challenges to each and every heart which beats. 'To every thing there is a season.' In Ecclesiastes 3 we read: 'There is a time for everything, for every season of activity under heaven.' I find solace in these words of hope from God's word as I walk the path before me every moment of the day. He doesn't leave us in the place we find to be most comfortable. We are gifted in ways which glorify our creator. He made us to lift up hands of praise to him. To seek his face daily and to share the gift of hope and salvation he offers each person in the world.
I am thankful he doesn't choose to leave us on this journey alone and without hope. We have more than every opportunity to share the gifts we have been given. My life has been at times difficult and trying and if truth be known I felt alone and vulnerable as my life progressed. We have wings of hope to guide us to the journeys end when we will see Him face to face! Oh, how I cherish the knowledge of such a glorious life to come. Yes friends we are all souls, living in human bodies, running the race before us. And... sometimes, it takes a butterfly to show us what is really important.
Friday, August 14, 2015
He ain't heavy...when the weight of the world touches those we love.
I didn't sleep so well last night after a conversation with a young man whom my heart is deeply burdened for called me to share a bit of joyful testimony to the power of God's grace and provision upon his life. Many rocky roads have felt the uneven steps of this traveler to the tune of brokenness and defeat. Poor choices were to blame in many ways; a brilliant mind wasted so it seemed on life's trivial pleasures and sin. Oh, the nights I lay awake in heartfelt prayer for this one I hold close to my heart.
His words resounded over and over, as I lay awake staring at the ceiling of the place I sleep with every known comfort available to me. Difficult as it may be the choices of our lifetimes do find us reaping the seeds of foolishness and hopeless mistakes. And then it happens! Someone takes the time to see the worth in a homeless man and takes him by the soul to provide a home and the basic necessities of life! A pastor saw the worth in this 6'7'' 140 1b. stature of a man and invited him to share his home and led his heart to find joy once again in fellowship with the family of God.
He gave him a job and afforded him the opportunity to work with gifted hands as a carpenter on the very property he called home. He took him to meet friends at the church he pastored and even saw fit to allow him to participate in ministering to those in need of strong arms and a selfless heart. Put him through a rehabilitation program which gave him back the very dignity he lost so long ago it would take countless calendars to measure. Oh, the grace...the love...Calvary love! The love of which poets speak and servant hearts seek...the love of unconditional forgiveness and hope.
The prayers of a mother's love...soul wrenching worry spread over a lifetime of prayers to God for the life of this young man she calls her son. He gladly shared how God had given him hope, a bank account, an income, dignity and a promise of security for once; since leaving home at the age of seventeen, to discover this world and what it had to offer. "God has done so much for me he said! Who could ever have predicted that I would be able to provide for myself, afford medicine and have the simple necessities of life. God is so good to me and all who believe in him. "
He shares hope to all who will listen. I couldn't help but remember a certain young man in the scripture who found himself penniless and without hope and yet he returned to the Father of his youth. Welcomed back as the one we know as the prodigal son! I wonder how many stood in awe as his father welcomed him home? The invitation is clear: Matthew 11: 28-30 - Come unto me, all ye who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me; for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light". Oh, and by the way the man I spoke of...'he ain't heavy he's my brother".
Written with love in tribute to the struggles of David Alan McCartney. Your sister, Renee'
His words resounded over and over, as I lay awake staring at the ceiling of the place I sleep with every known comfort available to me. Difficult as it may be the choices of our lifetimes do find us reaping the seeds of foolishness and hopeless mistakes. And then it happens! Someone takes the time to see the worth in a homeless man and takes him by the soul to provide a home and the basic necessities of life! A pastor saw the worth in this 6'7'' 140 1b. stature of a man and invited him to share his home and led his heart to find joy once again in fellowship with the family of God.
He gave him a job and afforded him the opportunity to work with gifted hands as a carpenter on the very property he called home. He took him to meet friends at the church he pastored and even saw fit to allow him to participate in ministering to those in need of strong arms and a selfless heart. Put him through a rehabilitation program which gave him back the very dignity he lost so long ago it would take countless calendars to measure. Oh, the grace...the love...Calvary love! The love of which poets speak and servant hearts seek...the love of unconditional forgiveness and hope.
The prayers of a mother's love...soul wrenching worry spread over a lifetime of prayers to God for the life of this young man she calls her son. He gladly shared how God had given him hope, a bank account, an income, dignity and a promise of security for once; since leaving home at the age of seventeen, to discover this world and what it had to offer. "God has done so much for me he said! Who could ever have predicted that I would be able to provide for myself, afford medicine and have the simple necessities of life. God is so good to me and all who believe in him. "
He shares hope to all who will listen. I couldn't help but remember a certain young man in the scripture who found himself penniless and without hope and yet he returned to the Father of his youth. Welcomed back as the one we know as the prodigal son! I wonder how many stood in awe as his father welcomed him home? The invitation is clear: Matthew 11: 28-30 - Come unto me, all ye who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me; for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light". Oh, and by the way the man I spoke of...'he ain't heavy he's my brother".
Written with love in tribute to the struggles of David Alan McCartney. Your sister, Renee'
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Seeing the big picture...open my eyes Lord
So I am sitting here in the early morning enjoying a cup of coffee and reading a devotional concerning the ways God teaches my soul through every trial when I see, out of the corner of my sleepy eye a tiny bunny. Through the patio window I see a little face gazing up at me with the biggest brown eyes. So filled with gentleness and dependency on nature to take care of it's every need! I grabbed my camera, and tip toed into the very wet grass perhaps to steal a picture of this gentle creature which blessed my heart ever so tenderly with it's presence.
A little while later I looked up from my reading to see a mother bunny looking in the very same corner of the window as if to say "yes we are out here basking in the loveliness of your garden." These rabbits my precious grandson spent hours chasing away! And yet they return...
I wonder sometimes if with every turn of the soil it was me God was teaching to grow; as well as to weed out the useless stones of doubt, and fear; replacing them with lingering hope which caused my heart to cling to him. And yet I returned, day after day month after month year after year to the place where rocks and stones failed to yield a harvest and had to be replaced by fresh soil and nutrients in order to grow!
Choosing to never give up on the place I consider to be heavenly. Could it be I am seeking to find a pocket of hope close to the heart of what God deems our final reward? Heaven on earth it is to me this place of toil and sweat filled with birdsong. Just yesterday we watched as a yellow finch foraged seeds from a simple yellow daisy. Provision found within this simple plot I call my garden. As I face the certain move one day and wave a final goodbye to my home of my dreams, I hope someone else will tend to this tiny paradise and glean from it's lessons.
Somehow without the man I loved for over four decades it doesn't feel like home. Yet my heart reminds me of memories held with heartstrings of dependence on one another. Of vows said before our family and prayers to be parents; of children's laughter and hopes and dreams! His caring voice on the telephone when my heart felt like breaking in two. Gentle footsteps on the hospital corridors so many times when it was I who lay in pain and suffering so deep I could barely breathe...and yet his voice comforted me.
Oh, I am blessed! May I never forget the gracious truth of a life well lived. Oh Lord, today my prayer is for the love I have been given to pour over those who are in need of a kind word or perhaps a touch of knowing from a fellow traveler on this road of trials and confusion. For it is only through your love and forgiveness we can find hope. "Search me O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is an offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting." -Psalm 139: 23-24. I promise...it is worth the journey.
A little while later I looked up from my reading to see a mother bunny looking in the very same corner of the window as if to say "yes we are out here basking in the loveliness of your garden." These rabbits my precious grandson spent hours chasing away! And yet they return...
I wonder sometimes if with every turn of the soil it was me God was teaching to grow; as well as to weed out the useless stones of doubt, and fear; replacing them with lingering hope which caused my heart to cling to him. And yet I returned, day after day month after month year after year to the place where rocks and stones failed to yield a harvest and had to be replaced by fresh soil and nutrients in order to grow!
Choosing to never give up on the place I consider to be heavenly. Could it be I am seeking to find a pocket of hope close to the heart of what God deems our final reward? Heaven on earth it is to me this place of toil and sweat filled with birdsong. Just yesterday we watched as a yellow finch foraged seeds from a simple yellow daisy. Provision found within this simple plot I call my garden. As I face the certain move one day and wave a final goodbye to my home of my dreams, I hope someone else will tend to this tiny paradise and glean from it's lessons.
Somehow without the man I loved for over four decades it doesn't feel like home. Yet my heart reminds me of memories held with heartstrings of dependence on one another. Of vows said before our family and prayers to be parents; of children's laughter and hopes and dreams! His caring voice on the telephone when my heart felt like breaking in two. Gentle footsteps on the hospital corridors so many times when it was I who lay in pain and suffering so deep I could barely breathe...and yet his voice comforted me.
Oh, I am blessed! May I never forget the gracious truth of a life well lived. Oh Lord, today my prayer is for the love I have been given to pour over those who are in need of a kind word or perhaps a touch of knowing from a fellow traveler on this road of trials and confusion. For it is only through your love and forgiveness we can find hope. "Search me O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is an offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting." -Psalm 139: 23-24. I promise...it is worth the journey.
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
Living with a lack of directional skills...every day is an adventure...
We took off for the trip to Atlantic City with the very best of plans; to seek out the service department of the not -so- near car dealership, which was on our calendar of things we needed to accomplish. As we drove through the downtown area it became clear to me we had simply taken the long way to our destination! Meanwhile we had a few giggles at the thought of being in the city with no idea of where to turn next. Happily I pronounced to Momma we were just on another one of our adventures to new places and we needed to relax and take in the view. You must realize however my dear partner in crime is 83 years young and has never sought the insides of a casino, for heavens sake.
I pointed out to her the lovely buildings and statues along with the Trump Casino and the Walk, New Jerseys shore shopping gift to any one in search of a city trip. The streets were full of people walking to their destinations, while we sought to figure out our way out of the oncoming traffic. Feeling proud of myself for staying composed while my mother worried at the thought of my missing a turn and going even further off the path to the expressway. As one can guess it was somewhat akin to the Beverly Hillbillies meets the city in a nutshell.
Thankfully we lived to tell about this perfect day of running around town with smiles on our faces. After going the alternate route to the car dealership we decided instead to get her car inspected! On to the next tale! Seems in order to find the inspection station you must follow the tiny green signs seen only by the most experienced of New Jersey drivers. I decided to stop to ask for directions and thankfully received a knowing smile from a lady in an office on the other side of the circle we followed, simply to find we had only to turn left at the green arrow and we would have hit the mark the first go round!
Oh, how often my mind has wandered at the realization of having gone the wrong direction more than a few times in my spiritual life also. Having given my heart to Jesus at the tender age of seven; nothing could have prepared me for a challenging life more, than my relationship with God. The ever present guide to my weary life bound soul. The arms which helped me when my tears fell freely in the agony of loss. Prayers uttered in oceans of heartache for the needs of those I love. Kneeling beside my bed calling out to God for the salvation of my husband who accepted Christ just a decade before going to live with Him for eternity!
Heartaches bound with love in the joy of knowing one day I too will dwell forevermore, with the king of king and lord of lords my hope, my joy and my ever loving savior. My prayer each day for you my friend, is for the experiences I share to somehow touch a deep place in each heart in order that YOU might come to know this personhood of Christ...poured out upon a heart which is willing to accept Him as the key to life forevermore. Isaiah 30;21 reads Whether you turn to the right or the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, "This is the way; walk in it". Trusting him to guide you. All the way!
I pointed out to her the lovely buildings and statues along with the Trump Casino and the Walk, New Jerseys shore shopping gift to any one in search of a city trip. The streets were full of people walking to their destinations, while we sought to figure out our way out of the oncoming traffic. Feeling proud of myself for staying composed while my mother worried at the thought of my missing a turn and going even further off the path to the expressway. As one can guess it was somewhat akin to the Beverly Hillbillies meets the city in a nutshell.
Thankfully we lived to tell about this perfect day of running around town with smiles on our faces. After going the alternate route to the car dealership we decided instead to get her car inspected! On to the next tale! Seems in order to find the inspection station you must follow the tiny green signs seen only by the most experienced of New Jersey drivers. I decided to stop to ask for directions and thankfully received a knowing smile from a lady in an office on the other side of the circle we followed, simply to find we had only to turn left at the green arrow and we would have hit the mark the first go round!
Oh, how often my mind has wandered at the realization of having gone the wrong direction more than a few times in my spiritual life also. Having given my heart to Jesus at the tender age of seven; nothing could have prepared me for a challenging life more, than my relationship with God. The ever present guide to my weary life bound soul. The arms which helped me when my tears fell freely in the agony of loss. Prayers uttered in oceans of heartache for the needs of those I love. Kneeling beside my bed calling out to God for the salvation of my husband who accepted Christ just a decade before going to live with Him for eternity!
Heartaches bound with love in the joy of knowing one day I too will dwell forevermore, with the king of king and lord of lords my hope, my joy and my ever loving savior. My prayer each day for you my friend, is for the experiences I share to somehow touch a deep place in each heart in order that YOU might come to know this personhood of Christ...poured out upon a heart which is willing to accept Him as the key to life forevermore. Isaiah 30;21 reads Whether you turn to the right or the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, "This is the way; walk in it". Trusting him to guide you. All the way!
Saturday, August 1, 2015
Life's about getting out there in spite of the lonely times.
Today I set off on an adventure of sorts. Having spent the past several days wishing for some much needed energy it became clear I had lost my zeal of enjoying life due to my current circumstances. Rather than seek a way out of my self imposed home bound state, I took to sleeping away the better part of the past few days. True, my health played a big part in how I was feeling, but the past longed to whisper songs of willful self isolation despite my illness. I was in a unhealthy place in need of the freedom to just get out and experience change. Grief is hard work. Just ask those who are left behind.
So I did what most people would, and prayed to my heavenly father for strength and hope as this is my way of dealing with such issues. Also a sweet conversation over breakfast with my dear wise Momma also helped to steer my heart back on track. A friend and I wrote back and forth in the habit of messaging we call conversations of the internet kind and we shared how our hearts felt about life as we encouraged one another. How sweet it is to have a sister in Christ who is ever ready to lend an ear to the weary hearted.
So I readied myself, made a plan and took of for a day of blissful time alone with me, myself and I. Funny how we women purpose to nurture practically everyone we meet and yet we tend to overlook the very person we need to take care to love and treat with genuine kindness. Instead our days are filled with how can I be the angel of mercy for others and still maintain a zeal for living most necessary in todays busy world. Well the good news is we already have what we need to build us up and give hope and purpose for our lives...it's really quite simple: we must learn to take care of the life God has graciously given us before we can extend love to others.
The bibles tells us to love others as we love ourselves. Do we really understand how important this is? I am not referring to basking in day to day self absorption, but rather delighting in the gifts we have been given by a great and holy God! Gifts which encourage the broken spirits who so desperately need to know they have a purpose in life. Others bear the weight of abuse and loneliness with little hope of another to hold out arms of compassion and share the hope only we can offer as fellow sisters in Him.
Join me today in praying for the joy of salvation to fill the hearts of each person we meet in the days and weeks to come. One of my favorite ways to pray for the hearts of others is by simply asking Him to touch their hearts with his perfect love and protection daily. There is a balm for the wounded soul found fresh in the peaceful arms of Christ. The bible teaches us to "Come to me, all ye who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls." - Matthew 11:28-29.
So I did what most people would, and prayed to my heavenly father for strength and hope as this is my way of dealing with such issues. Also a sweet conversation over breakfast with my dear wise Momma also helped to steer my heart back on track. A friend and I wrote back and forth in the habit of messaging we call conversations of the internet kind and we shared how our hearts felt about life as we encouraged one another. How sweet it is to have a sister in Christ who is ever ready to lend an ear to the weary hearted.
So I readied myself, made a plan and took of for a day of blissful time alone with me, myself and I. Funny how we women purpose to nurture practically everyone we meet and yet we tend to overlook the very person we need to take care to love and treat with genuine kindness. Instead our days are filled with how can I be the angel of mercy for others and still maintain a zeal for living most necessary in todays busy world. Well the good news is we already have what we need to build us up and give hope and purpose for our lives...it's really quite simple: we must learn to take care of the life God has graciously given us before we can extend love to others.
The bibles tells us to love others as we love ourselves. Do we really understand how important this is? I am not referring to basking in day to day self absorption, but rather delighting in the gifts we have been given by a great and holy God! Gifts which encourage the broken spirits who so desperately need to know they have a purpose in life. Others bear the weight of abuse and loneliness with little hope of another to hold out arms of compassion and share the hope only we can offer as fellow sisters in Him.
Join me today in praying for the joy of salvation to fill the hearts of each person we meet in the days and weeks to come. One of my favorite ways to pray for the hearts of others is by simply asking Him to touch their hearts with his perfect love and protection daily. There is a balm for the wounded soul found fresh in the peaceful arms of Christ. The bible teaches us to "Come to me, all ye who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls." - Matthew 11:28-29.
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
A touch of Gods grace...finding peace in the main ingrediant.
For the first time in weeks the quiet is peaceful almost like a warm touch of God's grace! Even the birds are silent, except for the woeful dove song; as if all of creation is resting in the certainty of God's love. I had the best of intentions upon waking this morning. After plugging in the coffee pot I gathered my bible and devotional books in the usual cozy spot in the living room. I sat with my bible open, and ready to enjoy the aroma of my big cup of coffee and time with my savior.
So, the coffee brewed (or so I thought) and upon pouring a cup it became clear I had forgotten the main ingredient: the coffee! Seems in my haste to get to bed last night I did not scoop the java into the pot! So often our lives can become so busy we forget the main ingredient God's grace and love for us and we spend time going in circles trying to do what we perceive as good things, and yet forgetting the very one who gives us life. Yes, I admit I am guilty at times of this myself.
In fact I admit to spending most of my life helping keep the offices I worked in organized and running smoothly. Schedules were very important and had to be prepared so the dentist's would know who they were seeing on a given day and how much time they were allotted for each procedure. There were claims to be filed, money to collect and phone calls to be made each day. Always looking ahead a day or too, anticipating what the future held for each Dr. was my main focus every day.
Later, my interior design business became a focal point. Stress came along with the excitement and privilege of helping my clients create the homes they dreamed of sharing with their families. Each detail had to be thought out, material chosen for the sofas and chairs, rugs, window treatments, accessories and even the lighting for each room. To my delight I was given many opportunities to share my gift of making things beautiful with a multitude of wonderful people!
Then came the shock we all dread: I was very ill with a virus which could cause great harm to my body. After much thought it was decided I would take chemo to ward off the illness which caused me to need to give up my profession and rest. Many years later, I can see the hand of God in all the surrounding circumstances. I became weak to the point of despair, where I knew without the love of my husband Dan, our children, and my parents I might not be here to write this testimony of grace.
Just a few years after my crisis of health my precious husband was given the diagnosis of multiple myeloma, a cancer of the blood plasma which would take his life just three years after we found it was ravaging his poor body. The point I am hoping to declare today is that without the love of God and the forgiveness of sin we have NO HOPE on our own of finding the peace which is above all understanding. Perhaps you are walking the road of difficulty now as you seek to know God more.
Keep your eyes on him! Dan's greatest Goal was to know he was going to be with Jesus when he closed his beautiful green eyes and I saw him drift into the arms of heaven. Keep your eyes on the true meaning of life...Jesus! He is enough to heal the wounded places in your heart today. After all He is the main ingredient for a life well lived. God bless you and keep you and may your journey lead you straight into his arms of love. For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish but have ETERNAL life. John 3:16.
So, the coffee brewed (or so I thought) and upon pouring a cup it became clear I had forgotten the main ingredient: the coffee! Seems in my haste to get to bed last night I did not scoop the java into the pot! So often our lives can become so busy we forget the main ingredient God's grace and love for us and we spend time going in circles trying to do what we perceive as good things, and yet forgetting the very one who gives us life. Yes, I admit I am guilty at times of this myself.
In fact I admit to spending most of my life helping keep the offices I worked in organized and running smoothly. Schedules were very important and had to be prepared so the dentist's would know who they were seeing on a given day and how much time they were allotted for each procedure. There were claims to be filed, money to collect and phone calls to be made each day. Always looking ahead a day or too, anticipating what the future held for each Dr. was my main focus every day.
Later, my interior design business became a focal point. Stress came along with the excitement and privilege of helping my clients create the homes they dreamed of sharing with their families. Each detail had to be thought out, material chosen for the sofas and chairs, rugs, window treatments, accessories and even the lighting for each room. To my delight I was given many opportunities to share my gift of making things beautiful with a multitude of wonderful people!
Then came the shock we all dread: I was very ill with a virus which could cause great harm to my body. After much thought it was decided I would take chemo to ward off the illness which caused me to need to give up my profession and rest. Many years later, I can see the hand of God in all the surrounding circumstances. I became weak to the point of despair, where I knew without the love of my husband Dan, our children, and my parents I might not be here to write this testimony of grace.
Just a few years after my crisis of health my precious husband was given the diagnosis of multiple myeloma, a cancer of the blood plasma which would take his life just three years after we found it was ravaging his poor body. The point I am hoping to declare today is that without the love of God and the forgiveness of sin we have NO HOPE on our own of finding the peace which is above all understanding. Perhaps you are walking the road of difficulty now as you seek to know God more.
Keep your eyes on him! Dan's greatest Goal was to know he was going to be with Jesus when he closed his beautiful green eyes and I saw him drift into the arms of heaven. Keep your eyes on the true meaning of life...Jesus! He is enough to heal the wounded places in your heart today. After all He is the main ingredient for a life well lived. God bless you and keep you and may your journey lead you straight into his arms of love. For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish but have ETERNAL life. John 3:16.
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Funny how life changes before our eyes...
This morning I could hardly wait to finish breakfast and dash out to the side garden for some much anticipated time with mother earth! The weather man predicted a blissful summer day, perfect for my not so gussied up garden girl attire. So I gathered the necessary tools, slipped on my (very) dirty shoes and tip-toed past the front yard in the shade to enjoy the view. Funny thing is, I can't sit still long enough to simply let the breezes blow... so I set to the task at hand.
I looked up just long enough to see the rabbits run by, then began weeding the beds on the side of the house. Clumps of yellow daylilies and tiny sprigs of uninvited grass kept me busy for the better part of an hour. All the while I cheerfully hummed along with Momma's piano as she let her fingertips make music with abandon. Every now and then I paused to smell the flowers on the hydrangea bushes with glee. Could life really be so simple as to allow me to lose myself in a garden of wonder?
Before I realized it my morning was spent and lunch was ready. I hurried to get ready to take my Momma to her radiology oncology appointment and that's when the reality of life hit me once again. Cancer had become a common word around our house. Ten month's ago my husband finished his brave battle with sickness and I said goodbye to my love of a lifetime. All the while knowing he was with our father in heaven, no more pain, walker, wheelchair, chemo, radiation, pain killers or nurses by his bedside. Free at last from the trials and disappointments of life.
I read some exerts from a book in which an author described his near death experience with the very cancer which took Dan's life. Seemed he just got lucky, or so the article claimed. My heart sank as I remembered the painful experience of hearing the word cancer for the first time from my husband as he gave the me results of his blood work nearly four years ago. Now my Mother is undergoing treatment for the big C also. Truth is we all suffer throughout the years we spend on earth. For some it seems more difficult than for others.
But there is a song in my heart even now as my mind finds comfort in knowing one day I will know a better life with God. The sting of death will not overcome the thrill of life eternal! For you see, we do not grieve as those without Christ. Our hearts are fixed upon the only hope this life can offer in the precious love of God. Forgiver of our sins, the ultimate sacrifice was given that we might one day dwell with Him. I may never be able to convey the hope my heart holds in knowing these truths. And yet I am free in the knowledge of my salvation. Yes, one day Lord we will see you, face to face!
I looked up just long enough to see the rabbits run by, then began weeding the beds on the side of the house. Clumps of yellow daylilies and tiny sprigs of uninvited grass kept me busy for the better part of an hour. All the while I cheerfully hummed along with Momma's piano as she let her fingertips make music with abandon. Every now and then I paused to smell the flowers on the hydrangea bushes with glee. Could life really be so simple as to allow me to lose myself in a garden of wonder?
Before I realized it my morning was spent and lunch was ready. I hurried to get ready to take my Momma to her radiology oncology appointment and that's when the reality of life hit me once again. Cancer had become a common word around our house. Ten month's ago my husband finished his brave battle with sickness and I said goodbye to my love of a lifetime. All the while knowing he was with our father in heaven, no more pain, walker, wheelchair, chemo, radiation, pain killers or nurses by his bedside. Free at last from the trials and disappointments of life.
I read some exerts from a book in which an author described his near death experience with the very cancer which took Dan's life. Seemed he just got lucky, or so the article claimed. My heart sank as I remembered the painful experience of hearing the word cancer for the first time from my husband as he gave the me results of his blood work nearly four years ago. Now my Mother is undergoing treatment for the big C also. Truth is we all suffer throughout the years we spend on earth. For some it seems more difficult than for others.
But there is a song in my heart even now as my mind finds comfort in knowing one day I will know a better life with God. The sting of death will not overcome the thrill of life eternal! For you see, we do not grieve as those without Christ. Our hearts are fixed upon the only hope this life can offer in the precious love of God. Forgiver of our sins, the ultimate sacrifice was given that we might one day dwell with Him. I may never be able to convey the hope my heart holds in knowing these truths. And yet I am free in the knowledge of my salvation. Yes, one day Lord we will see you, face to face!
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Glimpses of love...grandchildren make my heart smile.
I am learning to think like a child again! My sweet eight year old grandson is spending some time with Momma and I this summer while his parents go about their jobs. When they arrived I told him I was so happy he would be with us for awhile, to which he flatly relied " Well grandma I really didn't have a choice!" I had to chuckle at his words because his Grandpa Dan spoke with the same matter- of- fact certainty when he was alive. Funny how traits carry on from one generation to the next. I find myself gazing at him often; this beautiful boy with sandy blonde hair like his lovely Momma's, and eyes like his handsome Dad.
He is the apple of their eyes, this little man so ready and willing to please us, yet so independent in many ways beyond his years. His dinner time prayers are quick and also to the point. One thing is for certain, he trusts God to bless every aspect of his days. We talk about his dear Grandpa ( Pop pop) with great affection. You see, one of Dan's motivations for living, despite a terrible disease was to see this little boy grow up! I like to think he is watching from heaven as we go about our days together. I am not certain this is true but it gives me a great deal of hope to believe it.
Oh, to have the faith of a child! Lord help me to see the world with childlike faith. To find joy in every moment of each day. To view each creature with magical faith, in a heart of love. This child whom I saw come into the world fills my heart with utter love and devotion...he teaches me to find hope and peace even in small wonders. Much like I experience myself, when I consider the lilies in the field which toil not yet they prosper according to your will. Just as Psalms 51:10 reads: Create in me a pure heart, O God (I pray) and renew a steadfast spirit within me.
Even as I type he is happily singing in the next room, a song of joyful hope! Just content to be enjoying the moment. Funny how just the sound of his voice brings joy to my sometimes weary heart...Today, if you have the pleasure of being with someone small I pray you will look into their happy eyes and thank God for the privilege of being near to the heart of God. He loves us like manner to the love we have for the little people he gives us to adore. When you gaze into the eyes of a child may you see the pure and innocent face of love. Time for breakfast and a day of surprises!
He is the apple of their eyes, this little man so ready and willing to please us, yet so independent in many ways beyond his years. His dinner time prayers are quick and also to the point. One thing is for certain, he trusts God to bless every aspect of his days. We talk about his dear Grandpa ( Pop pop) with great affection. You see, one of Dan's motivations for living, despite a terrible disease was to see this little boy grow up! I like to think he is watching from heaven as we go about our days together. I am not certain this is true but it gives me a great deal of hope to believe it.
Oh, to have the faith of a child! Lord help me to see the world with childlike faith. To find joy in every moment of each day. To view each creature with magical faith, in a heart of love. This child whom I saw come into the world fills my heart with utter love and devotion...he teaches me to find hope and peace even in small wonders. Much like I experience myself, when I consider the lilies in the field which toil not yet they prosper according to your will. Just as Psalms 51:10 reads: Create in me a pure heart, O God (I pray) and renew a steadfast spirit within me.
Even as I type he is happily singing in the next room, a song of joyful hope! Just content to be enjoying the moment. Funny how just the sound of his voice brings joy to my sometimes weary heart...Today, if you have the pleasure of being with someone small I pray you will look into their happy eyes and thank God for the privilege of being near to the heart of God. He loves us like manner to the love we have for the little people he gives us to adore. When you gaze into the eyes of a child may you see the pure and innocent face of love. Time for breakfast and a day of surprises!
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Let Freedom Ring!
There is a lot of excitement today over the fourth of July! Flags abound on my newsfeed as many celebrate this fine day of remembering the sacrifice made by countless men and women in order to be able to live in a glorious country of hope. I wonder sometimes if we have forgotten the price our servicemen and women have paid in order that we might know peace in an otherwise troubled world. As a child I recall waiting on the dock in Portsmouth, Virginia in the 1960's for the ship my dear Daddy was serving on in the U.S. Navy, to pull into port! A lot of flags were waving in excitement as the loved ones stood along side us in anticipation of being re-untied with family members who were filled with delight to welcome them home.
Years later we watched in pride as our daughter, Dawn married her husband Bob who was dressed in his U.S. Marine Corps uniform. It was a happy day! As a family many of our best memories are times centered around celebrating with those we love and cherish. Deanna waited earnestly while her dear husband William served in the U.S. Air Force, in Saudi Arabia. There were a lot of lonely months in which we prayed for his safety and return to us after serving two tours in the desert.
This morning as I read my bible I was reminded of the measures in which our God provides for us. Not only did He create a perfect world for us to inhabit, he gave us every good thing imaginable to insure our pleasure and provision. He knew we would need food and he gave us the entire earth, to enjoy. Looking back I see the progression of man's desire to be independent of this loving creator. Wars and division have come along side the perfect plans once gifted us by Him. How can we complain about war and division and not see how our lack of concern for the salvation of the lost has contributed to this unrest?
I pray this celebration of freedom will cause our hearts to fill once again with pride in our great nation. One nation, under God , indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. God bless America, land that I love. Stand beside her, and guide her through the night with a light from above! May we who call ourselves Americans, realize the amazing lengths to which we have been graced. As military bands proclaim: America, America, God shed his grace on thee, and crown thy good with brotherhood from sea to shining sea! As the fireworks shine brightly in the sky overhead, may we see with fresh vision the magnitude of our HOPE!
Years later we watched in pride as our daughter, Dawn married her husband Bob who was dressed in his U.S. Marine Corps uniform. It was a happy day! As a family many of our best memories are times centered around celebrating with those we love and cherish. Deanna waited earnestly while her dear husband William served in the U.S. Air Force, in Saudi Arabia. There were a lot of lonely months in which we prayed for his safety and return to us after serving two tours in the desert.
This morning as I read my bible I was reminded of the measures in which our God provides for us. Not only did He create a perfect world for us to inhabit, he gave us every good thing imaginable to insure our pleasure and provision. He knew we would need food and he gave us the entire earth, to enjoy. Looking back I see the progression of man's desire to be independent of this loving creator. Wars and division have come along side the perfect plans once gifted us by Him. How can we complain about war and division and not see how our lack of concern for the salvation of the lost has contributed to this unrest?
I pray this celebration of freedom will cause our hearts to fill once again with pride in our great nation. One nation, under God , indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. God bless America, land that I love. Stand beside her, and guide her through the night with a light from above! May we who call ourselves Americans, realize the amazing lengths to which we have been graced. As military bands proclaim: America, America, God shed his grace on thee, and crown thy good with brotherhood from sea to shining sea! As the fireworks shine brightly in the sky overhead, may we see with fresh vision the magnitude of our HOPE!
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Oh glorious day!
Oh, glorious day full of sunlight and possibility may we treasure your every moment! How can we comprehend the vastness of God's love for us? This thought gives such hope and joy to my waiting heart. In the stillness of each morning I awake in prayerful anticipation and wish to glimpse a few moments of his grace. The one who causes stars to shine in the sky so blue, while heaven and earth applaud with bird song and thunders of praise!
Oh Holy One, creator of all which is, and all which will come to be; and yet we can come before you as children of the King and find you always waiting and stretching out arms of comfort to your children. Grace beyond measure, poured out and flowing through a world which so desperately seeks you. So many hearts are in need of a Savior.
Grace is a garment of forgiveness and protection. Those who are covered in divine mercies know of time set aside to marvel at the gifts of each moment. Some days I sit and ponder at the joy I know my dear sweet husband experiences each day as he lives new life with God! No longer does the cruelty of cancer cause his once strong body to weaken and die. I picture him as a young man, full of awe at the majesty of God! Full of joy and vitality, walking once more; no pain within his once weary bones which cancer made weak and caused him to be unable to care for himself.
He wanted to live! He had some many things he wished to delight in; Our beautiful granddaughter's wedding to her new husband, the graduation of our grandson from the Virginia State Trooper Academy, a trip to Hawaii and a simple life spent loving others. I long for his arms to hold me once again and for his voice to sound in my ears. His beautiful green eyes followed me everywhere in love and protection. Each time I walk the halls of the hospital from which he retired I imagine him coming to be with me to reassure my heart with his words of love and comfort. How can I ever love this way again?
There is a Savior! He has become my husband in a spiritual sense. The one who will never leave or forsake me. A constant friend, everlasting to everlasting, my God. My prayer is for the musings of my heart to somehow touch others that they may come to know the goodness of our heavenly Father.
John 3:16 reads, For God so loved the world that he sent his only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in him shall not perish but have everlasting life. For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the whole world through Him might be saved. Whosoever believes in Him is not condemned, but whosoever does not believe is condemned already, because he has not believed in the name of God's one and only Son.
Praying you will take heart and realize the gift before you. Trust in Him. It's the only way to find peace and joy today! R.B.
Oh Holy One, creator of all which is, and all which will come to be; and yet we can come before you as children of the King and find you always waiting and stretching out arms of comfort to your children. Grace beyond measure, poured out and flowing through a world which so desperately seeks you. So many hearts are in need of a Savior.
Grace is a garment of forgiveness and protection. Those who are covered in divine mercies know of time set aside to marvel at the gifts of each moment. Some days I sit and ponder at the joy I know my dear sweet husband experiences each day as he lives new life with God! No longer does the cruelty of cancer cause his once strong body to weaken and die. I picture him as a young man, full of awe at the majesty of God! Full of joy and vitality, walking once more; no pain within his once weary bones which cancer made weak and caused him to be unable to care for himself.
He wanted to live! He had some many things he wished to delight in; Our beautiful granddaughter's wedding to her new husband, the graduation of our grandson from the Virginia State Trooper Academy, a trip to Hawaii and a simple life spent loving others. I long for his arms to hold me once again and for his voice to sound in my ears. His beautiful green eyes followed me everywhere in love and protection. Each time I walk the halls of the hospital from which he retired I imagine him coming to be with me to reassure my heart with his words of love and comfort. How can I ever love this way again?
There is a Savior! He has become my husband in a spiritual sense. The one who will never leave or forsake me. A constant friend, everlasting to everlasting, my God. My prayer is for the musings of my heart to somehow touch others that they may come to know the goodness of our heavenly Father.
John 3:16 reads, For God so loved the world that he sent his only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in him shall not perish but have everlasting life. For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the whole world through Him might be saved. Whosoever believes in Him is not condemned, but whosoever does not believe is condemned already, because he has not believed in the name of God's one and only Son.
Praying you will take heart and realize the gift before you. Trust in Him. It's the only way to find peace and joy today! R.B.
Sunday, June 28, 2015
Finding time with God...a blessing each morning.
Last night I set the alarm clock for what I thought to be the correct time for getting up this morning. When I entered the kitchen to turn the coffee pot on, I noticed it was actually an hour earlier than I expected! This meant I had even more time to spend in Gods word and prayer. What an unexpected blessing is has turned out to be. My dear friend Andrea Perdue left a book entitled: Dimensions in Prayer, by the author Douglas V. Steere for me to explore. Cultivating a Relationship with God is the sub title on the front cover.
Seldom do I look for books with such depth to read on a daily basis, however this one is an exception. Communication with God is seeking to explore the intricate truths of His power and grace, so freely offered to us, yet we many times overlook the sheer necessity of the prayerful approach to a Living , Loving, Creator! Oh the joy which floods my soul when He listens to my prayers as I pour out each petition before a Holy God. Sometimes the pure reality of this connection to my Lord causes me to want to shout praises, and yet my heart urges me to stay in communion with Him in my object
simpleness... He is always available!
Prayer is not difficult, rather it is conversation with God. Many have sought to elaborate on this topic, none better to teach us than Jesus in Matthew 6: 9, This is how you should pray: Our Father, which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. As our Pastor preached in church last Sunday At Greentree Church, "Our Father in heaven means we are accepted by Him."
Father God, this morning as I come before you in prayer, the sweet perfume of your holiness causes me to pause in awe and with a calmness in my soul. These moments of stillness etch my waiting heart with your grace and love. Even as I seek your holy face my waiting mind finds peace in the gentle beating of a heart pressed close to yours. Guide me Father, hold me close as I cling to your strong arms of love. Your simple servant, R.B,
Seldom do I look for books with such depth to read on a daily basis, however this one is an exception. Communication with God is seeking to explore the intricate truths of His power and grace, so freely offered to us, yet we many times overlook the sheer necessity of the prayerful approach to a Living , Loving, Creator! Oh the joy which floods my soul when He listens to my prayers as I pour out each petition before a Holy God. Sometimes the pure reality of this connection to my Lord causes me to want to shout praises, and yet my heart urges me to stay in communion with Him in my object
simpleness... He is always available!
Prayer is not difficult, rather it is conversation with God. Many have sought to elaborate on this topic, none better to teach us than Jesus in Matthew 6: 9, This is how you should pray: Our Father, which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. As our Pastor preached in church last Sunday At Greentree Church, "Our Father in heaven means we are accepted by Him."
Father God, this morning as I come before you in prayer, the sweet perfume of your holiness causes me to pause in awe and with a calmness in my soul. These moments of stillness etch my waiting heart with your grace and love. Even as I seek your holy face my waiting mind finds peace in the gentle beating of a heart pressed close to yours. Guide me Father, hold me close as I cling to your strong arms of love. Your simple servant, R.B,
Thursday, June 25, 2015
Never Underestimate the power of LOVE and Friendship.
It has been said that to have a good friend we must first be one! How very true this can be. As I have traveled the road of life, it has been my privilege to have lived in many places. My first home was a farm full of love and joy back in Sikes, Louisiana where I lived with my Momma and my loving Grandparents until my Daddy came home from service in the military. I have some sweet memories seen through pictures taken with my loving Aunts and Uncles who were still living at home at the time. Memories are beautiful keepsakes.
Later, my parents moved to us many destinations determined by the United States Navy. It was difficult to form friendships due to the limited time we stayed in each duty station, however I found my brothers to be the best of friends growing up. I learned how to find joy in everyday pleasures. It was a rough and tumble childhood with many a band aid necessary to cover the skinned knees we fell privy to after a day of fun. I stood up for them many a time even though I was "just a girl". How fortunate we were to have each other! Some evenings after we had all been tucked into beds in our separate rooms we would call out to each other; 'I love you, sweet dreams'. To my hearts delight we truly meant each word. They were my buddies for life.
Life has a way of taking us to destinations we would never have chosen. Some fifty years later we live in separate states and still say I love you on the phone. Our paths have taken us to places far away such as Hawaii, Guam and Scotland, however one thing is true; sibling love is a bumpy ride which has sealed our hearts for eternity. Oh, to know the joy of sharing such a bond is to see the face of our creator and know without a doubt we were meant for far better things than we can imagine.
Many of my closest friends as a woman, have been those I have met through worship and studying God's word together. We have a common bond as sisters in Christ; one of love and concern for one another. We pray for the needs of each other, pouring the power of prayer and genuine compassion as well as our testimonies of God's grace and power reveled to us through His Holy word. Just this week my newsfeed is full of good wishes and offers to provide meals so that we can rest and find healing after Momma and I had similar surgeries within a week of each other.
A dear friend came to be with us from Virginia in order to love us and help me gain perspective during what was a stressful few days while waiting for test results from biopsies. Instead of worry and fear, we found joy in spite of circumstance. Andrea was here to drive me to surgery and pray with me during my recovery. As I write she is traveling home to be with her husband and rest after the trip. Many have called to encourage and help in times of concern. My heart is so full. I have asked the question many times ; how do people manage without Jesus? Friends we have a divine hope which will always provide even more love than friendships here on earth. Proverbs 17:a reads: A friend loves at all times. And some are even closer than a brother. My heart is so full. Blessings and love all mine.
Later, my parents moved to us many destinations determined by the United States Navy. It was difficult to form friendships due to the limited time we stayed in each duty station, however I found my brothers to be the best of friends growing up. I learned how to find joy in everyday pleasures. It was a rough and tumble childhood with many a band aid necessary to cover the skinned knees we fell privy to after a day of fun. I stood up for them many a time even though I was "just a girl". How fortunate we were to have each other! Some evenings after we had all been tucked into beds in our separate rooms we would call out to each other; 'I love you, sweet dreams'. To my hearts delight we truly meant each word. They were my buddies for life.
Life has a way of taking us to destinations we would never have chosen. Some fifty years later we live in separate states and still say I love you on the phone. Our paths have taken us to places far away such as Hawaii, Guam and Scotland, however one thing is true; sibling love is a bumpy ride which has sealed our hearts for eternity. Oh, to know the joy of sharing such a bond is to see the face of our creator and know without a doubt we were meant for far better things than we can imagine.
Many of my closest friends as a woman, have been those I have met through worship and studying God's word together. We have a common bond as sisters in Christ; one of love and concern for one another. We pray for the needs of each other, pouring the power of prayer and genuine compassion as well as our testimonies of God's grace and power reveled to us through His Holy word. Just this week my newsfeed is full of good wishes and offers to provide meals so that we can rest and find healing after Momma and I had similar surgeries within a week of each other.
A dear friend came to be with us from Virginia in order to love us and help me gain perspective during what was a stressful few days while waiting for test results from biopsies. Instead of worry and fear, we found joy in spite of circumstance. Andrea was here to drive me to surgery and pray with me during my recovery. As I write she is traveling home to be with her husband and rest after the trip. Many have called to encourage and help in times of concern. My heart is so full. I have asked the question many times ; how do people manage without Jesus? Friends we have a divine hope which will always provide even more love than friendships here on earth. Proverbs 17:a reads: A friend loves at all times. And some are even closer than a brother. My heart is so full. Blessings and love all mine.
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Life's about changing nothing ever seems the same.
When I was little life seemed so simple! My heart was captivated by the everyday adventures of life. Playing with my brothers out side, getting a new baby doll to love, or maybe spending time laying underneath the piano bench listening to the songs my Momma played which became in some ways, the foundation of my walk with God. 'Jesus loves me' is a song which plays even now in my hearts memory bank. Oh, how simple life was to my little girls heart!
Oh the laughter and silliness of being a child, in the 1950's! Roller skates which could be adjusted to fit our sneakers for riding down the neighborhood sidewalks, provided my brothers and I with more than our share of band aids and sore behinds. Movies on the weekends and listening to music were fun times to us all. We rode our bicycles for hours until our Dad whistled for us to come home in time for dinner.
Soon I will share pictures of my childhood with you and maybe then the innocence of my younger days will inspire you to look within your own heart for just one lovely glimpse of the person you were before trials and heartache came along and robbed you of sweeter days. Maybe you can relate to the simple time of which I write. Life was sweet and so was our love for each other.
There are always blessings to come! Our hope is not in things of old but in the saving, transforming grace of a loving creator who designed our tiny baby hearts to love Him and find complete and utter joy in the simple thing we call life. 'My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus Christ and righteousness'! We have sung this countless times around the piano growing up as kids. 'Oh how I love Jesus' is the melody which plays over and over in my heart!
Perhaps you have memories you would rather close up tight in the closet of despair and forget about whatever caused you hurt. I have good news from Jesus own testimony: You my friend are loved! Jesus said in Matthew 19: 14 Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.
As I walk the journey we refer to as life, the little girl within me still looks forward to the simple blessings ahead of me each day. Nothing captures the love of God better than little people. They look for little ways to find joy, simple gifts of nature can cause their hearts to glow with delight! Have you lost the light which glows within your heart today? I am a living testimony to the power of His grace to take a broken woman and restore her to wholeness and a willingness to share and love in a way I never thought possible.
Why not bow your head and ask the Savior to pour a fresh glimpse of his spirit on your weary heart today? Healing is grace fulfilled and joy can once again grow within a heart which is repentant, and ready to lay it's self before the healing love of Jesus. Truth is who knows better than the very God who molded your precious soul with in the tiny speck of what was once just a glimmer in your earthy Daddy's eye? 'Trust and obey, for there's no other way to be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey'!
From a woman's heart restored, I pray love upon your beautiful heart today! With love always, R.B.
Oh the laughter and silliness of being a child, in the 1950's! Roller skates which could be adjusted to fit our sneakers for riding down the neighborhood sidewalks, provided my brothers and I with more than our share of band aids and sore behinds. Movies on the weekends and listening to music were fun times to us all. We rode our bicycles for hours until our Dad whistled for us to come home in time for dinner.
Soon I will share pictures of my childhood with you and maybe then the innocence of my younger days will inspire you to look within your own heart for just one lovely glimpse of the person you were before trials and heartache came along and robbed you of sweeter days. Maybe you can relate to the simple time of which I write. Life was sweet and so was our love for each other.
There are always blessings to come! Our hope is not in things of old but in the saving, transforming grace of a loving creator who designed our tiny baby hearts to love Him and find complete and utter joy in the simple thing we call life. 'My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus Christ and righteousness'! We have sung this countless times around the piano growing up as kids. 'Oh how I love Jesus' is the melody which plays over and over in my heart!
Perhaps you have memories you would rather close up tight in the closet of despair and forget about whatever caused you hurt. I have good news from Jesus own testimony: You my friend are loved! Jesus said in Matthew 19: 14 Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.
As I walk the journey we refer to as life, the little girl within me still looks forward to the simple blessings ahead of me each day. Nothing captures the love of God better than little people. They look for little ways to find joy, simple gifts of nature can cause their hearts to glow with delight! Have you lost the light which glows within your heart today? I am a living testimony to the power of His grace to take a broken woman and restore her to wholeness and a willingness to share and love in a way I never thought possible.
Why not bow your head and ask the Savior to pour a fresh glimpse of his spirit on your weary heart today? Healing is grace fulfilled and joy can once again grow within a heart which is repentant, and ready to lay it's self before the healing love of Jesus. Truth is who knows better than the very God who molded your precious soul with in the tiny speck of what was once just a glimmer in your earthy Daddy's eye? 'Trust and obey, for there's no other way to be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey'!
From a woman's heart restored, I pray love upon your beautiful heart today! With love always, R.B.
Saturday, June 20, 2015
The gift of a Daddy: priceless in every memory!
I scurried past the father's day card display this year, hoping to escape the bitter truth of it being the first year I have no reason to buy a card for either my beloved husband Dan, or my adoring Daddy, Lon. As with most families we had a custom of doing all we could to make the day special for the men we called Daddy. Usually a barbeque and maybe some nice steaks and baked potatoes would get a pretty big smile out of the man of the house! Truth is, this year my husband is celebrating the day of honoring fatherhood with Jesus. He and my precious Daddy are together and I am certain there is quite the spread on the table of grace.
We were blessed as children to know with out a single doubt that our Daddy loved our Momma. He showed it in so many delightful ways! Holding her hand in public, telling her she was pretty, making time for just the two of them to sit and share time together. He smiled at her from the choir loft on Sundays and issued a stern look to the boys and I if we misbehaved. With out a doubt, we know he was bigger than life. Our hero and a godly man. A deacon, a man of caring ways who believed in reading the bible every day. He had the biggest arms which held our hearts for generations.
The man I love was also a wonderful Daddy. Our two girls were the light of his heart. He was thrilled to be the father of two sweet and loving little girls. There was no doubt he would go to the ends of the earth to make certain they had every reason to cherish him. I still picture them riding on his strong shoulders through the park when their little legs grew weary. He never seemed to run out of compassion for their needs. Dawn would crawl up on his back when he took a nap just to snuggle her Dad. Deanna always put her arms up and asked to be held safely by him.
As a mom I counted myself fortunate to be loved by such a man. I wondered if every father loved his children with the same unconditional love and affection. Later in life we became grandparents, and once again the excitement of being around little people lit up his handsome face. We were thrilled to see our family grow and to be able to spend time with our little sweet grandchildren. To the day he went to heaven he counted it joy to be in their company! Oh the memories in my heart could fill page after page, but for today I will simply say thank you for loving me, and giving your heart and soul to making sure we knew you loved us all and we will spend eternity together!
In closing I would like to share a poem written by me for my sweet Daddy Lon McCartney in 1980:
I found it on the back of a needlework picture I made for him that fathers day so long ago. The front of the picture has the words "Any man can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a Daddy"
"When God made a father he sent molded with love, each man in His image, a gift from above.
To guide all his children, and show them the way, to help in the sharing of living each day.
To comfort when problems were too much to bear, a shoulder to lean on with wisdom to share.
Yes, God gave His gift to each one on earth, a father to love us, beginning at birth.
He went one step farther to show us His love, He gave few a Daddy, a gift from above."
We were blessed as children to know with out a single doubt that our Daddy loved our Momma. He showed it in so many delightful ways! Holding her hand in public, telling her she was pretty, making time for just the two of them to sit and share time together. He smiled at her from the choir loft on Sundays and issued a stern look to the boys and I if we misbehaved. With out a doubt, we know he was bigger than life. Our hero and a godly man. A deacon, a man of caring ways who believed in reading the bible every day. He had the biggest arms which held our hearts for generations.
The man I love was also a wonderful Daddy. Our two girls were the light of his heart. He was thrilled to be the father of two sweet and loving little girls. There was no doubt he would go to the ends of the earth to make certain they had every reason to cherish him. I still picture them riding on his strong shoulders through the park when their little legs grew weary. He never seemed to run out of compassion for their needs. Dawn would crawl up on his back when he took a nap just to snuggle her Dad. Deanna always put her arms up and asked to be held safely by him.
As a mom I counted myself fortunate to be loved by such a man. I wondered if every father loved his children with the same unconditional love and affection. Later in life we became grandparents, and once again the excitement of being around little people lit up his handsome face. We were thrilled to see our family grow and to be able to spend time with our little sweet grandchildren. To the day he went to heaven he counted it joy to be in their company! Oh the memories in my heart could fill page after page, but for today I will simply say thank you for loving me, and giving your heart and soul to making sure we knew you loved us all and we will spend eternity together!
In closing I would like to share a poem written by me for my sweet Daddy Lon McCartney in 1980:
I found it on the back of a needlework picture I made for him that fathers day so long ago. The front of the picture has the words "Any man can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a Daddy"
"When God made a father he sent molded with love, each man in His image, a gift from above.
To guide all his children, and show them the way, to help in the sharing of living each day.
To comfort when problems were too much to bear, a shoulder to lean on with wisdom to share.
Yes, God gave His gift to each one on earth, a father to love us, beginning at birth.
He went one step farther to show us His love, He gave few a Daddy, a gift from above."
Thursday, June 18, 2015
There is just something about nature which causes me to smile.
Today the sun is taking a break and the rain is slowly falling upon my garden. Last evening I spent a blissful few hours outside taking in the lovely sights and sounds of nature. My kind neighbor came over to cut down a dead crepe myrtle tree which I had been using as a plant display prop. Another idea popped into my head as to how to better use the space, so off went the dead tree and in came a pretty urn with a pink flowering bush planted in it which is sure to attract the local hummingbird my late husband Dan and I enjoyed watching. We named the creatures as part of our adventures in gardening. A chipmunk is also a daily visitor. I gain lots of peaceful respite in the place which once only existed in my notebook design drawings.
Something about nature causes me to smile! Maybe it's the knowledge of God creating it for us to enjoy that causes a stirring in my soul. The connection with what God called good. Designed in His image as a place in which we can dwell with Him. Although today the rain drips from tender shoots and the bird are singing oh so softly from branches soaked with drops of water I am still wishing to be in this place I call mine. One day I will move to a place where there will be a garden tended by others...still my little garden will always be a part of who I am.
Perhaps a few scriptures will help give you hope today. Psalm 121: 1-3 I lift up my eyes to the hills
where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth.
John 15: I am the vine, and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch in me which bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be more fruitful.
John 15: 5 I am the vine; you are the branches, If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.
Take a few moments to look into the garden of your heart. Imagine what the God of the universe can grow within the debts of a heart which lingers with Him. I promise you, fruit comes after the ground had been prepared...the gardener rakes and prepares the soil with nutrients, fertilizer and adds the little seedlings with a prayer for them to reap a harvest worthy of the time he has taken to prepare it. Some gardens take a lifetime to prove the gardener worthy of the harvest. Others, bloom much sooner. Whatever path you are given always remember...if you do not take the time to prepare for the
storms of life, your garden may find you missing out on the joy the Father intends for you to find there. With a prayer and a pack of seeds a whole world of creativity is yours for the asking. Blessings, R.B.
Something about nature causes me to smile! Maybe it's the knowledge of God creating it for us to enjoy that causes a stirring in my soul. The connection with what God called good. Designed in His image as a place in which we can dwell with Him. Although today the rain drips from tender shoots and the bird are singing oh so softly from branches soaked with drops of water I am still wishing to be in this place I call mine. One day I will move to a place where there will be a garden tended by others...still my little garden will always be a part of who I am.
Perhaps a few scriptures will help give you hope today. Psalm 121: 1-3 I lift up my eyes to the hills
where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth.
John 15: I am the vine, and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch in me which bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be more fruitful.
John 15: 5 I am the vine; you are the branches, If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.
Take a few moments to look into the garden of your heart. Imagine what the God of the universe can grow within the debts of a heart which lingers with Him. I promise you, fruit comes after the ground had been prepared...the gardener rakes and prepares the soil with nutrients, fertilizer and adds the little seedlings with a prayer for them to reap a harvest worthy of the time he has taken to prepare it. Some gardens take a lifetime to prove the gardener worthy of the harvest. Others, bloom much sooner. Whatever path you are given always remember...if you do not take the time to prepare for the
storms of life, your garden may find you missing out on the joy the Father intends for you to find there. With a prayer and a pack of seeds a whole world of creativity is yours for the asking. Blessings, R.B.
Monday, June 15, 2015
Children learn what they live!
Today is a day of celebration in our family! Thirty six years ago God answered my prayers and sent into my arms, the most precious blonde haired angel I could have ever dreamed of! Deanna, "aka: baby #2" was born smiling and very happy to be free from the place she called home for nearly three weeks later than planned. Her Daddy and I were in tears at the sight of the little one we had waited seven years to hold in our arms of love. She had the most hair you have ever seen on a little babe and a sweet disposition when still makes me smile to think of it.
I recently spent a week visiting her at the home she shares in Virginia with her husband and eight year old son who has the same gentle loving spirit as his beautiful Momma. Every morning she blessed me by bringing my cup of coffee up to the bedroom in her home office. "Good morning she says with a smile as big as Texas! Time to wake up Mom". I tell her all the time how precious she is to me. She has the same tall elegant stance as her Daddy and many of his ways. This gives me a lump in my throat as I type today. You see, last September her precious Daddy went to be with Jesus.
Looking back I see how God prepared my heart for Dan's passing by allowing "pieces of his heart" to reside in our two beautiful Godly daughters. They say the apple does not fall far from the tree. I know God intended for our children to reveal the grace and love they have been nurtured with for a lifetime. Intentional LOVE never fails. The kind of LOVE which God gave each and every person he created with love in their Mother's womb. Children really do learn what they live.
As parents we are called to live out the Love of God before our children. It is a lot easier to do so when our own parents have taught us the precepts of Godly living. My family of origin is precious to me. Many mornings I listen with a busy ear to the gentle playing of my Momma's fingers on her beloved piano. I am instantly calmed by old hymns which have nurtured my soul since birth. I realize not everyone has been raised with the same experiences...but there is good news! There is a Saviour, who cares for you! Change can happen the moment Jesus comes into your heart.
By the way Happy Birthday sweet Deanna! I wish I could be there when you blow out the candles on your cake...in a way I am always with you in my heart! I leave you with a verse from Psalm 118:24 This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. With a grateful I heart I pray blessings will be yours until eternity!
I recently spent a week visiting her at the home she shares in Virginia with her husband and eight year old son who has the same gentle loving spirit as his beautiful Momma. Every morning she blessed me by bringing my cup of coffee up to the bedroom in her home office. "Good morning she says with a smile as big as Texas! Time to wake up Mom". I tell her all the time how precious she is to me. She has the same tall elegant stance as her Daddy and many of his ways. This gives me a lump in my throat as I type today. You see, last September her precious Daddy went to be with Jesus.
Looking back I see how God prepared my heart for Dan's passing by allowing "pieces of his heart" to reside in our two beautiful Godly daughters. They say the apple does not fall far from the tree. I know God intended for our children to reveal the grace and love they have been nurtured with for a lifetime. Intentional LOVE never fails. The kind of LOVE which God gave each and every person he created with love in their Mother's womb. Children really do learn what they live.
As parents we are called to live out the Love of God before our children. It is a lot easier to do so when our own parents have taught us the precepts of Godly living. My family of origin is precious to me. Many mornings I listen with a busy ear to the gentle playing of my Momma's fingers on her beloved piano. I am instantly calmed by old hymns which have nurtured my soul since birth. I realize not everyone has been raised with the same experiences...but there is good news! There is a Saviour, who cares for you! Change can happen the moment Jesus comes into your heart.
By the way Happy Birthday sweet Deanna! I wish I could be there when you blow out the candles on your cake...in a way I am always with you in my heart! I leave you with a verse from Psalm 118:24 This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. With a grateful I heart I pray blessings will be yours until eternity!
Time alone with my thoughts of thankfulness
Today is the first day I have been alone in quite awhile. My Momma has gone out for a bit to run errands. Prior to this my life has been busy and filled with appointments and travel. Life can be full of things to do and places to go. My favorite times are days like today when I can decide how I want to spend my alone time. Devotional time gives an opportunity to refocus on what is most important to my spiritual health. For without a close walk with my Heavenly Father my heart tends to be overcome by trials and business.
A verse from Psalm 103:5 speaks to what I am trying to convey from my heart as my fingers busily type todays blog: "I wait for the Lord, my souls waits , and in His word I put my hope". Only God can help my soul to be nourished with encouragement, hope and joy in time which can be extremely trying, to say the least. "Life is a problem solving experience", a dear Pastor friend Michael Duvall once proclaimed in a sermon. This got me thinking about what I truly depend on, and whether or not things go the way I want them to...do I truly listen to God in all things? Do I wait quietly for His answers when I pray? Or do I rush ahead and do things my way? Perhaps you can relate to my concerns.
One thing is for sure, not matter how much I ponder over my desires to be faithful in my devotion to Jesus. He is always close to my heart. His promises to never leave me or forsake me. To be with me always. To prepare a place for me (just as he has done for my dear husband when he died) to prepare a place for me in Heaven. "So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal." 2 Corinthians 4:18. Oh, blessed thoughts which cause me to rejoice in Him.
Soon I will be chatting busily again with Momma, but for now; Oh, how I love being with my Father in this time of quietness and praise. I want to share words from a song I wrote in 2004 :
"In the midst of a storm, flowers still bloom, though the sky may be dark, the birds sing in tune,
There is joy in my heart, and I know soon, in the midst of the storm, I'll find You.
Jesus you lead me through valleys deep, Your love surrounds me with promises sweet,
Time cannot measure infinite peace, Daily I seek you, my heart to keep!
In the midst of a storm Heaven still waits, For each soul who is lost to seek His face
Though the burden is heavy, He'll carry you; In the midst of the storm, God loves you" R.B.
May God give you grace for the day, love along the path of life and a song in your heart as you walk the path before you. He is enough.
A verse from Psalm 103:5 speaks to what I am trying to convey from my heart as my fingers busily type todays blog: "I wait for the Lord, my souls waits , and in His word I put my hope". Only God can help my soul to be nourished with encouragement, hope and joy in time which can be extremely trying, to say the least. "Life is a problem solving experience", a dear Pastor friend Michael Duvall once proclaimed in a sermon. This got me thinking about what I truly depend on, and whether or not things go the way I want them to...do I truly listen to God in all things? Do I wait quietly for His answers when I pray? Or do I rush ahead and do things my way? Perhaps you can relate to my concerns.
One thing is for sure, not matter how much I ponder over my desires to be faithful in my devotion to Jesus. He is always close to my heart. His promises to never leave me or forsake me. To be with me always. To prepare a place for me (just as he has done for my dear husband when he died) to prepare a place for me in Heaven. "So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal." 2 Corinthians 4:18. Oh, blessed thoughts which cause me to rejoice in Him.
Soon I will be chatting busily again with Momma, but for now; Oh, how I love being with my Father in this time of quietness and praise. I want to share words from a song I wrote in 2004 :
"In the midst of a storm, flowers still bloom, though the sky may be dark, the birds sing in tune,
There is joy in my heart, and I know soon, in the midst of the storm, I'll find You.
Jesus you lead me through valleys deep, Your love surrounds me with promises sweet,
Time cannot measure infinite peace, Daily I seek you, my heart to keep!
In the midst of a storm Heaven still waits, For each soul who is lost to seek His face
Though the burden is heavy, He'll carry you; In the midst of the storm, God loves you" R.B.
May God give you grace for the day, love along the path of life and a song in your heart as you walk the path before you. He is enough.
Friday, June 12, 2015
Attitude Adjustments!
The morning light falls softly into the room as I type along merrily with anticipation of yet another day full of joy! I didn't always have such hopes and dreams ( my children find this phrase to be a 'mom-ism') but I wish to encourage you to take a moment each morning to think about what it means to have hope. Perhaps today you are in the midst of trials which leave you a bit weary and confused. Join the club friends! Every person who lives in this world full of business and confusion has a choice to make. Will I purpose to find the blessing in each time of testing today? Or will I let the cares of life determine my attitude?
When our girls were teens and things got out of hand I would tell them they needed an attitude adjustment! Truth is, I was the one greatly lacking in the attitude realm. Instead of making my time with God a priority, I dove into each day with gusto, determined to have everything my way regardless, of how my children were feeling on a given day, I wanted them to know "if Momma' isn't happy, nobody is happy." Well, this girl had a lot to learn about grace.
The Bible teaches us much about hope! Romans 12:12 reads, 'Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer'. Share with God's people who are in need. We are to look forward to each day because God has given it to us that we might relish His provision for us. Not only in times of great heartache and trials, but daily! To be joyful in hope is to realize He has given you another day in which to share His awesome power and love with every person you come in contact with on a daily basis.
I leave you with another verse to build you up in faith: Psalm 27:13 reads, 'I am still confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord'. The grace the Lord reveals to us is always in line with His holy word. Our choices each morning when we rise can make a difference in the lives around us. How can you purpose to lift another up today? Smile, be patient in the line at the grocery store, invite someone to worship with you on Sunday, say I'm sorry to an unsuspecting friend or loved one. By doing so, you may just light up their day.
Lord, this morning my heart is full of gratitude for because of Your love for me! Many distractions call my mind to wonder; birdsong and sunlight lift my heart to praise instead! Make me a blessing and fill the hearts of those who are sharing this day with me by reading this post. Be filled with hopes and smile because after all, you are deeply loved by the Father! Just a Simple Servant, R.B.
When our girls were teens and things got out of hand I would tell them they needed an attitude adjustment! Truth is, I was the one greatly lacking in the attitude realm. Instead of making my time with God a priority, I dove into each day with gusto, determined to have everything my way regardless, of how my children were feeling on a given day, I wanted them to know "if Momma' isn't happy, nobody is happy." Well, this girl had a lot to learn about grace.
The Bible teaches us much about hope! Romans 12:12 reads, 'Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer'. Share with God's people who are in need. We are to look forward to each day because God has given it to us that we might relish His provision for us. Not only in times of great heartache and trials, but daily! To be joyful in hope is to realize He has given you another day in which to share His awesome power and love with every person you come in contact with on a daily basis.
I leave you with another verse to build you up in faith: Psalm 27:13 reads, 'I am still confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord'. The grace the Lord reveals to us is always in line with His holy word. Our choices each morning when we rise can make a difference in the lives around us. How can you purpose to lift another up today? Smile, be patient in the line at the grocery store, invite someone to worship with you on Sunday, say I'm sorry to an unsuspecting friend or loved one. By doing so, you may just light up their day.
Lord, this morning my heart is full of gratitude for because of Your love for me! Many distractions call my mind to wonder; birdsong and sunlight lift my heart to praise instead! Make me a blessing and fill the hearts of those who are sharing this day with me by reading this post. Be filled with hopes and smile because after all, you are deeply loved by the Father! Just a Simple Servant, R.B.
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
Great is Thy faithfulness!
Each day brings with it a new set of challenges. When I was working, my schedule was always very busy, both in the amazing dental practices I was fortunate to work in, and years later in my design business. Now I find myself busy in other ways; living with my beautiful 83 years young Momma, missing my dear loving husband of 43 years who lives in heaven now, and preparing for a move back to our home state of Virginia, a place we lived for nearly 30 years. Life is different now...new places to visit, up coming surgeries for my Momma (cancer) and myself (not sure what will become of it.)
One thing is certain: our marvelous God never changes! I was a soloist for many years in our church in Virginia. I had countless opportunities to share my faith through music. The testimony of my heart has never wavered: 'Great is thy faithfulness oh, Lord to me.' There is a certain calmness to my spirit in knowing Him to be the source of my peace. The trials of life once consumed me causing my mind to spiral into nearly 3 years of despair. Depression was a dark tunnel of hopelessness due to medications I was taking for a major life threatening illness. During that time God impressed upon my heart the need to understand the hurting and desperate cries of the lost.
Be encouraged dear ones! There is a Saviour who is able and willing to do above and beyond whatever you can EVER hope for! I can truly testify to His abounding grace and love. Healing takes time and He is always available, day or night to hold your aching soul in His arms of love!
From the Bible: Come and listen, all you who fear God, and I will tell you what he did for me. For I cried out to Him for help, praising Him as I spoke. If I had not confessed the sin in my heart, my Lord would not have listened, But God did listen! He paid attention to my prayer. Praise God, who did not ignore my prayer and did not withdraw His unfailing love from me. Psalm 66: 16-20.
Blessings! R.B.
One thing is certain: our marvelous God never changes! I was a soloist for many years in our church in Virginia. I had countless opportunities to share my faith through music. The testimony of my heart has never wavered: 'Great is thy faithfulness oh, Lord to me.' There is a certain calmness to my spirit in knowing Him to be the source of my peace. The trials of life once consumed me causing my mind to spiral into nearly 3 years of despair. Depression was a dark tunnel of hopelessness due to medications I was taking for a major life threatening illness. During that time God impressed upon my heart the need to understand the hurting and desperate cries of the lost.
Be encouraged dear ones! There is a Saviour who is able and willing to do above and beyond whatever you can EVER hope for! I can truly testify to His abounding grace and love. Healing takes time and He is always available, day or night to hold your aching soul in His arms of love!
From the Bible: Come and listen, all you who fear God, and I will tell you what he did for me. For I cried out to Him for help, praising Him as I spoke. If I had not confessed the sin in my heart, my Lord would not have listened, But God did listen! He paid attention to my prayer. Praise God, who did not ignore my prayer and did not withdraw His unfailing love from me. Psalm 66: 16-20.
Blessings! R.B.
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