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Sep
23

A Life Altered: a conversation between two women

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Behold, children are a blessing from the Lord.  The fruit of the womb is a reward.  Like armies in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one’s youth.    -Psalm 127:3

Elizabeth Marchman Logan“What am I going to do?” you whisper. “I am pregnant.”

I nod.

I smile.

I want to tell you, “Be joyful.”

But how can I, when fear is choking the breathe right out of you?

And because I have wrestled that same fear, instead I tell you, when I was nineteen and in my first year of college, I was faced with a decision that, no matter what I chose, the outcome would alter the rest of my life. In high school, I was the good girl voted most likely not to be promiscuous by all her previous boyfriends and, as word spread, I was avoided by potential future boyfriends because, well, there seemed to be only one end goal on a Friday night while we sat by the lake. Quickly, I decided being a good girl only earned you no boyfriends. And even though I did not create a plan to seek out anyone in particular, I certainly spent ample time thinking about how much fun some of my other girlfriends were having.

As my first year of college came to a close, I let myself be charmed by a slick talking city boy who knew all the right words to say. And for the first time ever, I had my pants charmed right off of me.

IMG_0288After three months, Slick decided fatherhood was not for him.

You nod.

And he left.

You smile.

Just. Like. That.

Your eyes brim with tears and we both sit, bound by a same situation, two decades apart.

So I drop out of college, take a job at a grocery store and a second at a temp service, and work toward my new future as a single mother instead of my dream of being a  photojournalist for National Geographic.

Then I pause because, what possible wisdom do I have to offer you?

I can’t sit here and tell you every moment was filled with being over joyed in my circumstance.

I can’t tell you that I did not mourn some of the sacrifices motherhood required I make.

I can’t tell you I never envied the fact that my friends went on to finish their college days while I sometimes worked two jobs and was up all night taking care of a infant.

I can’t tell you that financially I never struggled.

I can’t paint a picture for you that it was easy or without fear or that all my friends clamored about me in support.

I can’t tell you I was never tired. Or inconvenienced. Or irritated.

I can’t even tell you that I was not counseled by some of those closest to me to have an abortion.

IMG_0289So instead, I tell you these things because being a mother has changed my life in the most unimaginable ways and if abortion had been my choice, I would be a completely different person sitting before you now. And so would the people around me because our choices have a way of rippling out for good or for bad.

When I heard the heartbeat at my first doctor’s visit, it was the most thrilling thing I had ever heard in my life.

The first purchase I made was a small teddy bear and a white bib with a clown embroidered on it and it was the most exciting $15 purchase I ever made.

Those early morning snuggles and beautiful blue eyes undid me every time in the most glorious of ways.

Sacrifice and love are the epitome of being a parent and in them are joy unexplainable.

Firsts. First smile. First tooth. First step. First word. Those firsts never stop their whole life. And those firsts will bring you happiness your whole life.

My mother was there in the delivery room and saw her first grandchild born. I remember my father holding my son for the first time, after first saying no he was covered in construction dust and a nurse laughing,telling him that is why they installed sinks and to wash up because there were no excuses worthy for not holding that child right now.

My grandparents refinished the family crib for their great grandchild that held my mother when she was a baby, all of us kids and too many cousins to count and what a blessing for my child to sleep in a bed steeped in so much love and prayer.

The friends that fell away? Not missed one of them in the last twenty-four years.

And my brother? He was more than willing to heed the call and drive the car at ungodly speeds, the whole seven miles to the hospital, when the doctor said, “Go now.”

A week of missed lunches due to lack of funds because you are pulling down barely more than minimum wage at $5.25 an hour with no benefits and your son has a pediatrician visit, will make you the most frugal person there is and THAT is a life skill we all need.

My child had more thrift store clothes than new clothes and I learned that everything did not have to be brand sparkling new. So with my next two children, I searched out second hand clothes before I bought one stinking thing new.

snapshot memories of happy

snapshot memories of happy

But here is what I believed then and what I still believe now: we were old enough to consent to and engage in sex, so we are old enough to take responsibility for the potential outcome of pregnancy. And whatever sacrifices we must make are ours, and ours alone, to bear.  I never expected a handout, but was grateful for the love and guidance and help that came my way. And I assure you, it will come your way too.

You see the news.  I see it too. They rage about women’s rights and Planned Parenthood and whether abortion is right or wrong, when is a baby a really a baby. Videos surface and horrors are revealed, and angry people shout hate speech like heathens instead of God-fearing, human- loving Christians.

But I am grateful, I tell you.  I am grateful I did not waver. I am grateful I stood my ground. I am grateful I was not swayed by opinions of how inconvenient it would be to be a mother or how I was too young or the sacrifices too great. I am grateful that my parents taught me to be responsible for my decisions and never, not once, let me get away with shirking the consequences.

Mostly, I am grateful God gave me the strength and the courage and fortitude to press on and that, standing on His truth, I was able to view the preciousness and the sanctity of the life He created and gifted to me as exactly what it was. Holy.

No matter how it came about.

No matter how it changed my future.

No matter what it cost me.

IMG_7927Because here is the thing I do not want you to miss:  when you take the convenient way out, you will never be able to walk through the toughest situations you will face going forward. You will never know the joy of victory over your circumstances. You will never walk through the unknowns of life and know the beauty of trusting God. You will never experience the strength of God in your weakness and your fear. Because once you take the easy road, your fortitude and tenacity evaporate. Your excited “what if I dos?” becomes apathetic “why bothers?” and you will miss the greatest blessings of your life. You may think this is the toughest circumstance, but I assure you it is not and more are sure to come. And I want you to know the feeling of gratitude and the joy of motherhood. I want so desperately for you to know the beauty of God working miracles out of what seems the wildest uncertainty and the darkest despair and the deepest pits we can dig for ourselves.

And between me and you, can I tell you this? Sometimes things harder than unplanned pregnancy come along. Sometimes tragedy rears up and steals two children right away from you in the quick blink of an eye and you look back and see the one left is the one you chose not to abort, but to keep and to cherish and to love.  I assure you, it is then the magnitude of God’s omnipotence is apparent and His divine plan clear. And unending gratitude you will possess for eternity for the wisdom and strength to have made just one right choice. Because every right choice gives you strength and wisdom for every new circumstance you find yourself in.

Life is not easy. Never has been. Never will be. If someone sold you that lie, demand a refund.

God allows hard choices because it is…Not. About. Us. It is about Him. It is about the path we are meant to follow and following Him is a life long pursuit. And this world will tell you to live with a ME mentality that will crush the life right out of you when something goes awry in the little lives we make for ourselves.

But know this:

Every single situation has a purpose. Every single LIFE has a purpose.

And when Jesus Christ is our focus, clarity reigns and the decisions of right and wrong are replaced with trust of the only Omnipotent Being. The One who has thought it all through. The One who has planned it all out. The One who knows what is not only right, but what is best.

And that is true, no matter what circumstances we find ourselves in.

He alone, has given you this gift of life. Right now, it might seem more a burden than a gift. But I will ask you to do one thing.

Come with me.IMG_4234

Let’s go listen to this heart beat wild with life.

Then, we can thank God for the most precious gift He has to give and that He has chosen to give it to you.

Being a mom is tough, but it is the best hardest thing you will ever do your whole life. And not having an abortion, I promise, will be a choice you will never need worry about regretting.

Jul
20

Run, satan, Run

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Have I not commanded you?

Be strong and of good courage;

do not be afraid nor be dismayed.

For the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.

Joshua 1:9 nkjv

I have not been very good at this: this being of good courage, being strong, and not afraid.  Not good at believing God was very much aware of me at all, to be quite honest.

Most of my life, I have been gripped by fear: fear of what others might think of me, fear of what would happen should I turn to the right or to the left – and it be the wrong turn, fear of love and of not being loved, fear of not being perfect in every way, fear of not staying the path before me, fear of sharing words with you and being judged by them.

Scripture tells me to not to fear and long before I read these words, God was speaking them to warriors like Joshua, who chose to rise above their fear and trust in God’s mighty power. So here I am, as brave as I will ever be, to tell you the stories of how God works miracles in my life, how He convinces me I have a purpose beyond my worry of the fear of the moment.

For months as I have attempted to put words on paper, I have felt fearful. I have felt pressed in on, conflicted, doubtful. In my heart I know God does not inspire fear in me, but allows it so that I might press into Him. I know without a doubt God has called me to write. The words I write affect people. It is not from arrogance that I say this, but from a place of amazement. I do not understand it, but I want to be obedient to it. Doubt and fear are satan inspired and obedience pesticides; I don’t want to be controlled or destroyed by either one.

Fear is crippling, finding courage a struggle. I have failed often in my life, more times than I care to tally. But more so, I am terrified of failing God in what He has called me to do with this life He has given me; satan knows this and is all too willing to use it against me. He knows every trick to trip me up, to bully me, to bring me low, to make me cower. He knows how to make me run to the shelter of God’s arms where I am safe, where I can be sheltered.  But this time, he has pushed too far.
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I find satan to be relentless, but with Christ, I can be more relentless. God created me to be tenacious and defiant and as stubborn as the day is long. Jesus tells me I have His power in me and this means I do not have to back down or give up or even cower in fear.  So I won’t. What I will do is stand; I will stand in the face of satan and his ineptness at distancing me from God. I will stand in the face of his cowardly schemes in his hopes they will bring me down. I am going to rise from fear and step out in faith. I am going to rise from doubt and claim Jesus’ power to wield God’s Word like a sword. And I am going to watch satan run and seek shelter from me. I am going to crush him under my feet. Because here is the beauty -with God at my side, I am always the majority. I am always the one who is stronger. I am the victor, satan the loser.

Today marks eleven years since satan tried to claim me. It marks a day that was so horrifying and tragic many would have turned their back on God. It marks the day I had a choice: to cling to life-giving truth or wither under deception and lies. But God never for one second left me to struggle alone; He showed up and ceaselessly worked miracle after miracle, even bringing me back from the dead not once, but three times. Until this past week, this was the most pivotal event in my life; I never wanted to write it down, never wanted to share it.  I wanted to pack it up, tuck it away, banish it to some dark attic corner and claim amnesia.  And so I did. I wanted to be invisible and fade into the background. But that is not how God works.  God will give you the miracle, but His expectation is you are brave enough to share it and to give Him the glory.

Just shy of four years after the car accident that claimed the lives of two of my three children and left me fighting for my own, I was invited to share my testimony at a women’s meeting.  It was at a time when I thought I understood the whole of the situation, thought I had adequately grieved, and so I accepted. But there was much more to come, so much more to be revealed, wisdom to be imparted to which I remained oblivious. Afterwards, I was approached by one after another asking me to email my testimony to this friend or that daughter they felt would be encouraged by my words. I was urged to write my story, but the fear crippled me. After all, I am just a girl with a story of how God works  miracles that forever change her life and her views of God and who He is. And trying to figure out how to tell you these events without being the center of it all, has eluded me. I have allowed fear to exert power over me when the reality is this: Christ gives me power over fear and over satan, because greater is He that is in me than he who is in the world. And yet, I have allowed fear to cripple me to the point of silence and inaction. I wake up everyday and cloak myself in invisibility. I have been disobedient and disobedience is a sin that I have allowed to rule over me for much too long.

IMG_2345Perhaps though, my issue ought not be one of invisibility, but of transparency.

In Matthew 5:14-16, Jesus says this:

“You are the light of the world. A city situated on a hill cannot be hidden. No one lights a lamp and puts it under a basket, but rather on a lampstand, and it gives light for all who are in the house.  In the same way, let your light shine before men, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father in heaven.”

Yet, I have hidden mine. I have packed it away and tucked it back in some dark attic corner, where it peeks out through a keyhole locked by fear. Christ gave me the key a long time ago, but I lost it in the chaos satan creates in my life. And I have had to search long and hard to find it and realize that my light shines through my broken places, through the cracks and fractures in my soul to bring transparency.

I have come to a place where my desperation to let my light shine for Jesus is bigger than my fears. And how will you see my light unless I share my stories?  All of them. Even the ones that are not so pretty, the ones do not have the ending that I would have written, the ones that caused confusion and sadness and brokenness, the ones that left me feeling abandoned. Especially those because that is where God does His best work. His redemptive work. His restorative work. His creative work. It is where He molds me and conforms me to His beauty. It is where He instills the light of Jesus in me. I want to walk THAT path, not my own. I want to be like James; I want to count it all joy. God has given me this life to live out as a witness to all that He is, to be a light in this broken world. This is why I offer words here for you to nibble on and share with whomever you like because if there is anything in all these jumbles of words that help you or someone you love see Jesus more clearly, to accept His love and salvation, then I have done my part in shining a light in this dark world.

And when you read the words that I post here, it is my prayer that my light will shine bright enough, that always I will be transparent and the only thing you will see is my beautiful Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.IMG_2425

My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials,

knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience.

But let patience have its perfect work,

that you may be perfect and complete,

lacking nothing.

James 1:2-4 nkjv

Jul
6

Secrets and Stolen Glances and Forgiving You

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rsz_img_5449 They said I should forgive you;  their reasons were vast enough to fill the space of an ocean.

But no matter the reason, the advice always ended the same: so I could get over it, so I could move on with my life, as if somehow you were holding me back.

They did not understand. This was my life. There was no getting over it. There was only walking forward. Life is like that when you bury children.

It was suggested that I do it publicly. On the news. In front of strangers. With an audience. At Christmas time even. But I was wise enough to know the people watching would only ever see two things: me and you, a victim and a villain. I could not bear nor justify either view of us.

To be exalted and sacrificial, those are the honors and duties of the Father and the Son; villainy the work of the devil. That was not for either of us, and most can not understand it in just that way. But I believe, maybe, you can.

rsz_img_2507I knew different: You were just a guy, a husband, driving to work and I was just a mom and wife anxious to get home to housework. Both of us, I imagine, longing to spend this perfect summer day doing anything but the drudgery with which we were faced.

Then the unthinkable happened in northern Virginia. Traffic stopped. Halting our crammed in too short of time daily duties and robbing us our playtime and daydreams. Imagine that.

Me sitting there, irritated thinking it unfinished roadwork from the day before, trying to amuse a two year old with peek-a-boo in a rear-view mirror, baby dancing on my bladder, trying not to pee on myself, mentally urging traffic forward with one raised indignant eyebrow and a pounding heart in between peeks and boos, wondering what must be sacrificed on my to do list to make up for this five minute delay.

You rushing to your job,  being diligent to arrive on time, at the right place, checking the directions, the map, stealing a glance.

Both multitasking. Both unaware the next moment would forever mark our lives in unimaginable and unpredictable ways.

Me looking up for blue eyes in a mirror seeing your white truck instead. Have you, too, found it strange the things remembered in a tragic moment? The things eyes and brain record. Blink of an eye seconds branded in agonizingly slow motion speed.

IMG_0396I wonder what you remember. I pray memories don’t haunt your slumbering hours. Yet, I believe in truth and facing it head on and I know there are times when neither of us sleeps and I wonder if it is on the same night that the devil fiddles a tune for our ears to hear, to muddle our thoughts, gripping us with paralyzing fear, the uncertainty of what ifs.

I pray for you. Quite often still. Over almost a decade, I have lost count of the times, of the whys. I have prayed for your wife, your marriage, your future children, your day to be covered in peace with Jesus at your side, for you not to feel guilty.

And that forgiveness thing? It does not get broached. What am I to forgive exactly? Am I to forgive a stolen glance that bore no ill intent? We were two people going about our day and God allowed an intersection for His divine purposes.

rsz_1img_2500Let me tell you something. You did nothing that day I have not done a thousand and nine times before or since.  You would think now I would know better, understand the cost of a stolen glance. You would think I would be diligent about distractions. I live in a place where the road winds narrow in sharp curves and sudden steep hills. Steal a glance and find the downward slope of the mountain or the cold waters of the river. But my secret is this: I have swerved countless times across the yellow line, my tires have skidded at the edge of the road spilling gravel downward into the trees, settling to the bottom of a river bed, water rushing along its way. All because a deer grazes or a black bear ambles or the sunlight hits the trees painting them golden at just that perfect moment.  All because I get distracted and steal a glance.

rsz_img_2888The reality is to look you in the eyes and say those words, “I forgive you” feels arrogant. Some said you needed to hear those words, needed to hear me speak them.  And all  I can say is, if you do, that is what Jesus is for. He is the only one who can fill that space. Because you see, it is not about us. It is only and ever will be about Him. My words will not erase that space because it is a space to be filled, with His love, not my forgiveness.

This is the path God laid at our feet and the only choice we have is to follow Jesus down it. Or not. We do not get to choose what is on the path. We do not get to choose the miracles or the gifts or the hard things He asks of us. We only get to choose our steps.  The only steps I am willing to make are the ones that follow Him, the ones that bring Him glory, the ones that shine His love through these cracked and broken places that make up who I am.

Forgiving you says God is not sovereign. Forgiving you says I only accept it because I must. Forgiving you says I did not make a choice to follow Jesus when He beckoned, “come follow me.” And the beckoning happened long before our shared moment. I had a choice after this divine encounter where our paths crossed. I could have chosen anger and resentment and hatred. I could have chosen to walk the other way, turn my back to God, to His perfect abiding love.

IMG_3039After all, He gave me free will, and the ability to change my mind.

But in doing that, I would have made you at fault as if you had made a heinous choice to destroy. In doing that I would have dangled forgiveness an inch before your face for which you could have never paid enough penance, and I would have stolen away the truth of God and His sovereign grace over all that was, and is and is to be.

And that is the devil’s work of which I will take no part.

So instead, I will say this: I love you. As I love my younger brother. I love you with the love of Christ. I love you enough to pray for you and pray goodness into your life. I love you enough to tell you the only thing worthy of distraction is focusing on Jesus. And I pray He distracts you often with great wonder.

And I will ask your forgiveness, for not telling you these things long ago. You deserved to hear them, not because of who and what we are to each other, but because of who Jesus needs to be to us both.

Jan
29

The Salt and The Light

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for Omar,

who is far away and wants to be home

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In a service about honoring others, my pastor reminded us that we are called to be the salt and the light.

All afternoon, I rested in this place wrestling forgiveness and sacrifices and the things I am called to in the midst of injustices and hurts I am exposed to, that I see, that break my heart.

We are not called to be comfortable with another’s maliciousness or to overlook it.

Yet, at the same time, we must have compassion towards those who wound us even when understanding eludes us.

And that is what sets us apart.

God sees this, that such injustice breaks our hearts and we can not overlook it.

At the core we are all rotten and that’s why we so desperately all need Jesus.

Can you see it?

The beauty of it all,

 the redemption drenched in such immaculate grace.

And we have chosen it.

These are things we ought to pray, that one day all will experience intervention in a divine and unique way that can never be misunderstood so at once each will come to know truth and redeeming love.

This is why we pray and ask God the hard questions and plead with Him to set things right.

This is why we wait so the Holy Spirit can move effortlessly on our behalf.

All we must do is be still and know His awesome power and radiate love even to those we innately want to rail against because God will fight for us.

For He will always set right what has become  a skewed.

This is why God can use us, because we are salty and His light can pierce the darkness through us.

It is why He opened our eyes to it in the first place.

Rest in this.

He is faithful and good.

Always.

 

Nov
11

Thankful Heart

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Today I am grateful that Daddy came home from the Vietnam War; and instead of getting a college scholarship from the government if he had not, he was able to walk me down the aisle on my wedding day to marry my beautiful and wonderful husband of 17 years who bought these awesome shirts for our anniversary trek to see the Dawg beat the War Eagle in Auburn.

Nov
10

Jewels

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If Jesus lives in me, I can shine brighter than the things in this world that surround me.

If my faith  in Jesus is unwavering, even if it is only the size of a mustard seed, then I can move mountains into the seas.

If I always ask believing, then He will answer the prayers of my heart.

Nov
9

Friday Nights

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Our regular Friday night date at Walker’s listening to Blue Grass, eating BBQ and enjoying fried pies, washing it all down with a sweet tea.  The drive home is always special down back country roads, stars shining and moon lighting the way – often seeing deer and the occasional black bear along the side of the road, or possibly a gopher with his rear sticking up out of a ditch. It is a time ripe with laughter and happiness.  It always is a good time that reminds me how much God loves me and wants me to enjoy this life He has given me.

Nov
4

Trust and Control

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God can be trusted in all things because He is Truth.

God never lies.

He knows the plans He has for me.

Plans not for harm but for a future and a hope.

To build me up and not tear me down.

He has for me an abundance of goodness, beauty, kindness, love and peace.

I love God because He always does what is best for me because He wants me to prosper and thrive under His mighty hand.

Nov
2

Uniqueness

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My Uniqueness: I am grateful that God has given me gifts to use and share with others…writing, photography, various art forms such as pastel painting and small carpentry skills that thrill and excite me, for the gift of a green thumb that loves to play in the dirt and eyes that sparkle that when they see unfurling leaves and bright brilliant blooms, the rabbits and bees and bears, the birds chirping on a breeze. Even though I am imperfect, I thank the Ancient of Days for creating me into a unique gift all His own. It is amazing to me that The Creator gave me a little place in this world to be the true artist He calls me to be. I thank Him for the provision of a small two acre lot with a little cabin in Blue Ridge that is the perfect palate for an artist in any medium.

Aug
24

Urgent Invitation

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A couple of years ago our family visited Mexico.  We stayed in a fishing village.  Each morning, I would go outside to spend time with God as the world around me awakened.  One morning, I was earlier than usual and these fishermen were coming in for the day as the sun rose behind me. It reminds me of Jesus calling Peter and Andrew from their work….

And Jesus, walking by the Sea of Galilee, saw two brothers, Simon called Peter and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea; for they were fishermen.  

Then He said to them, “Follow Me and I will make you fishers of men.”

They immediately left their nets and followed Him.  Going from there, He saw two other brothers, James the son of Zebedee, and John his brother, in the boat with Zebedee their father, mending nets.  He called them, and immediately they left the boat and their father and followed Him. ~ Matthew 4:18-22

They immediately left their work. They immediately left their family. They immediately left the life they knew.

All for Jesus.  All because He presented them with an option to be more.

What is Jesus presenting you with today?

I hope you immediately said yes.

 

Mercy, peace and love be multiplied to you always,

Elizabeth

 

Sep
23

A Life Altered: a conversation between two women

Behold, children are a blessing from the Lord.  The fruit of the womb is a reward.  Like armies in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one’s youth.    -Psalm 127:3 “What am I going to do?” you whisper. “I am pregnant.” I nod. I smile. I want to tell you, “Be joyful.” But how can I, when fear is choking the breathe right out of you? And because I have wrestled that same fear, instead I tell...
Jul
20

Run, satan, Run

Have I not commanded you? Be strong and of good courage; do not be afraid nor be dismayed. For the Lord your God is with you wherever you go. Joshua 1:9 nkjv I have not been very good at this: this being of good courage, being strong, and not afraid.  Not good at believing God was very much aware of me at all, to be quite honest. Most of my life, I have been gripped by fear: fear of what others might...
Jul
6

Secrets and Stolen Glances and Forgiving You

They said I should forgive you;  their reasons were vast enough to fill the space of an ocean. But no matter the reason, the advice always ended the same: so I could get over it, so I could move on with my life, as if somehow you were holding me back. They did not understand. This was my life. There was no getting over it. There was only walking forward. Life is like that when you bury children. It was...
Jan
29

The Salt and The Light

for Omar, who is far away and wants to be home In a service about honoring others, my pastor reminded us that we are called to be the salt and the light. All afternoon, I rested in this place wrestling forgiveness and sacrifices and the things I am called to in the midst of injustices and hurts I am exposed to, that I see, that break my heart. We are not called to be comfortable with another’s...
Nov
11

Thankful Heart

  Today I am grateful that Daddy came home from the Vietnam War; and instead of getting a college scholarship from the government if he had not, he was able to walk me down the aisle on my wedding day to marry my beautiful and wonderful husband of 17 years who bought these awesome shirts for our anniversary trek to see the Dawg beat the War Eagle in...
Nov
10

Jewels

  If Jesus lives in me, I can shine brighter than the things in this world that surround me. If my faith  in Jesus is unwavering, even if it is only the size of a mustard seed, then I can move mountains into the seas. If I always ask believing, then He will answer the prayers of my...
Nov
9

Friday Nights

Our regular Friday night date at Walker’s listening to Blue Grass, eating BBQ and enjoying fried pies, washing it all down with a sweet tea.  The drive home is always special down back country roads, stars shining and moon lighting the way – often seeing deer and the occasional black bear along the side of the road, or possibly a gopher with his rear sticking up out of a ditch. It is a time...
Nov
4

Trust and Control

God can be trusted in all things because He is Truth. God never lies. He knows the plans He has for me. Plans not for harm but for a future and a hope. To build me up and not tear me down. He has for me an abundance of goodness, beauty, kindness, love and peace. I love God because He always does what is best for me because He wants me to prosper and thrive under His mighty...
Nov
2

Uniqueness

  My Uniqueness: I am grateful that God has given me gifts to use and share with others…writing, photography, various art forms such as pastel painting and small carpentry skills that thrill and excite me, for the gift of a green thumb that loves to play in the dirt and eyes that sparkle that when they see unfurling leaves and bright brilliant blooms, the rabbits and bees and bears, the birds...
Aug
24

Urgent Invitation

    A couple of years ago our family visited Mexico.  We stayed in a fishing village.  Each morning, I would go outside to spend time with God as the world around me awakened.  One morning, I was earlier than usual and these fishermen were coming in for the day as the sun rose behind me. It reminds me of Jesus calling Peter and Andrew from their work…. And Jesus, walking by the Sea of...

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