The Good Shepherd

Has there ever been a time in your life where you felt alone and that no one understood or cared?

Perhaps you had no one to turn to who understood the circumstances, your side of a story or your emotions?

I am a blessed woman indeed that I had two loving parents who I was close to and could open up and share almost anything.  In addition, I had extended family – a maternal grandmother who lived in my home and aunts, uncles and cousins I was close to.  God also brought dear friends along my journey in elementary school, high school, college and beyond.

But even with scores of wonderful people in my life, there have been numerous distinct times in which I felt alone, misunderstood and had nowhere to turn.

Even now God has blessed me with a husband who’s my best friend and several close and dear friends in whom I can confide in and trust.

But even having ALL of that, I know there have been times when I’ve felt alone, misunderstood and that no one “got me” or understood what I was going through.

I think those feelings are commonplace.  Everyone on the planet has felt that way at one time or another.

Friend, I can’t say with certainty, but I think God did this on purpose when He created us.

There’s only ONE who totally gets us and can relate to us.

Oh, don’t get me wrong.  I’m not saying we can’t connect with our spouse, our parents or a dear friend.  But that longing we have deep in our soul can only be satisfied by a relationship with our Creator.

And as we continue with names of Jesus, I want you to think about Jesus as the Good Shepherd.  This name is truly one of my favorites.  Why?  Because this particular title is so intimate and personal.

Back in the day, when Jesus walked the earth, being a shepherd was a common occupation, but it was a serious one that involved many talents.  The shepherd was the main one responsible for providing food/water for his flock, as well as defending them against all kinds of prey. Being a shepherd also involved tending to the animals with compassion and care if and when they were hurt or injured.  There’s no way a GOOD shepherd couldn’t have compassion and love for his flock.

Throughout the Bible, we as humans are referred to as sheep.  Typically, I’ve read that sheep aren’t very bright animals.  They get distracted; they wander off; and they don’t pay attention.  They don’t learn from their mistakes and can get into serious trouble.  Sound familiar?

Because of these qualities, sheep need a shepherd to guide their path, as well as protect them from their enemies.  Wolves, bobcats, mountain lions, wild dogs, coyotes, wildcats and even eagles can prey on sheep.  That’s numerous enemies!  In fact, I was surprised when I researched this topic, how many there were.  But the analogy in the Bible is there for a reason. 

How many times have YOU depended on yourself for making an important decision?  I know many adults who are prideful, even followers of Jesus, who rely on their own logic or intellect to navigate through life…weighing pros and cons vs. praying and turning to The Master.  Usually. it doesn’t go well when we do this. 

Being self-sufficient is the world’s ideal, but it is certainly not God’s.

Imagine a sheep wandering off from the herd and the shepherd, thinking it can find water, the best pasture or the right path.  It’s just laughable.

God provided not just a shepherd, but THE GOOD Shepherd for each of us. 

The Good Shepherd, the Spirit of Jesus, provides, guides and leads us because He is all-powerful, all-knowing and knows us best.  He “gets us” better than anyone on the planet because HE designed us.

He knows the path I need to take and when I need to take it.

He knows when I’m going to stumble over a pebble or a huge rock and how to avoid it or how to comfort me when I do.

As my Good Shepherd, He scoops me up as His little lamb and provides comfort, protection and love, just as one of us would do to love on our pet.  Even if I wander off and come back, My Good Shepherd is there to welcome me with open, loving arms.

Most importantly, though, the Good Shepherd cares so much for you and me as His sheep that He lays down at the entrance of the sheep gate.  He doesn’t sleep; He’s on guard.  There is no physical gate; He lays down and actually puts Himself between the sheep and the enemy. He IS the gate. He is willing to sacrifice Himself to save one or all of his flock. What kind of shepherd would do that to protect his flock?  A loving one!

It’s what Jesus did when He hung on the cross of Calvary.  He gave Himself up and put Himself in our place.  It should’ve been you or me on the cross.  Instead, He left His rightful throne of heaven and humbled himself to a lowly position.  He sacrificed Himself for my sin and your sin so you/I would not have to die.  He took the wrath of God on Himself and willingly gave up His life for you/me.  Because God is holy and just, someone had to pay for our sin.  Because of Jesus’ death on the cross, we have a way to get back into a right relationship with God. And it’s only by believing in and accepting His Son’s ultimate price on the cross.  God wants you/me to accept the gift of the Good Shepherd who gave up His life willingly in place of you/me.

Psalm 23 is a chapter in the Bible even non-believers are familiar with as it is read at funerals. It’s always been odd to me that we wait until funerals to study or think about it.  It applies to life now, not just when a death has occurred. Let’s examine a few verses.

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.

He makes me lie down in green pastures; he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul

He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake

The psalmist David wrote this text, and it should be obvious from these words what an intimate relationship David, the young shepherd boy, had with the Lord.

Just from these few lines, we are reminded that Jesus, as our Good Shepherd, doesn’t just LEAD (if we allow Him to), but He alone knows the best path and where the green grass is.  His path is best.  Even if we as sheep have to experience rocky or treacherous terrain, our Good Shepherd is there to protect and guide.

Not only that, He stills my soul.  Apparently, sheep are animals who can easily be frightened.  But still, quiet waters would be calming to sheep.  Our Creator knows this – and knows what we need.  And offers true peace, that the world knows nothing about.

Even in the first line of Psalm 23, what does it mean that as a sheep I am not in want?  It doesn’t mean that my Good Shepherd gives me every material or physical thing I’ve every wanted.  It means that when I have Jesus, He alone fills me up in such a way that I am thoroughly satisfied and content. 

I won’t list all the other lines in Psalm 23.  But I pray you take time to read and meditate on it.

I will just close with this thought.  I don’t write about The Good Shepherd as a distant figure or one I’ve read or heard about.   I’ve EXPERIENCED Jesus being MY GOOD SHEPHERD at various times throughout my life.  I KNOW the peace, stability, comfort, guidance and satisfaction HE alone brings.  As my personal Shepherd, He allows me to crawl up in His arms, and He pulls me close to His bosom.  Nothing on the planet compares with this relationship.  He “gets me”, comforts me and reassures me that I am His.  It is enough.

Are you still searching for a relationship that satisfies?

Material possessions that make you feel important or impress others?

A prestigious job that gives you power or makes you feel important?

All I can say is even the best spouse, the most wonderful career, the most gorgeous house or fill in the blank won’t meet your needs. They are counterfeits…nothing wrong with them in proper perspective.

Turn to The Good Shepherd.  He is patiently waiting for you to do just that.  You will find Him to be real, authentic and fill that hole in your soul like no one else. In His arms are where true identity, purpose and peace are found.

The Rock

When I hear the word “rock”, I think of something hard, strong and permanent.  Several times in scripture Jesus is referred to as the Rock. 

When I was a kid growing up one of my close friends in the neighborhood got a rock tumbler as a Christmas gift.  She and I had hours of fun collecting various types and sizes of rocks and putting them in that tumbler.  We were both continually amazed at how that contraption could change the size, shape, color and texture of the rock we chose.  And the emerging product would not even resemble the original rock we placed in the machine!

As I think of Jesus being “My Rock”, I know He has done that same kind of transformation for me.  When I spend time with Him in the Bible, pray or depend on Him for difficult, easy and everyday circumstances, He transforms me as well — from the inside out.  Just like with the rock tumbler; it’s somewhat of a mystery how that happens.  But I know through years of experience, His Holy Spirit is constantly working to convict, guide, remind, encourage, change and transform me to be more like Jesus…and I am grateful.  I don’t want to stay stagnant.  I want “more of Him and less of me”.  I want the finished product to resemble HIM and not my sinful self.

In the Old Testament, rocks were used to build houses, temples and altars.  In addition, they were used as weapons (in battle or even stoning someone) or for protection.  Rocks had numerous uses…from protection to defending oneself to remembering God’s faithfulness.  I think all of these “uses” still apply to Jesus.  He is our Defender, Provider and Protection.

But one of the sweetest thoughts to me is that rocks were also used as people traveled to have a place to sit and rest their weary bodies.  Perhaps people used rocks to rest their head on night if they were like Jesus …”no place to lay His head on at night”.  Jesus, the Rock, provides us rest like no other, if we allow Him in…into our hardship, into our struggle, into our life.

For whatever reason, when I think of Jesus being my Rock, the image that comes to mind is being in a river that is rushing with rapids all around.  I’m bobbing up and down, trying to keep my head above water and gasping for air.  Out of nowhere, a Rock pops up out of the violent, turbulent waters.  I immediately turn and cling to it, knowing it’s there to rescue me and pull me up. It’s a lifeline in the midst of the rushing violent waters.  It will now be my security and stronghold.  When my wet and tired fingers begin to slip, mighty, strong and eternal hands cover mine.  These Hands are firm but loving; strong but tender; mighty but gentle.  And they never let go.  They keep mine firmly planted on the Rock.  That “hold” steadies me and calms my spirit and helps me ride out the “waves of life”.

Where did that image come from?  I have no idea.  But many times when I’ve read verses about Jesus being the Rock, this image comes to mind so I attribute it to the Holy Spirit.  Whatever the case, it’s a good reminder of how HE is my security, stability and rescuer.

There are many other verses in which Jesus is referred to as the Cornerstone or the Rock.  For me personally, one of the most meaningful illustrations of Jesus being my Rock comes from Matthew 7:24-27.

Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock.  The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet, it did not all, because it had its foundation on the rock.  But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand.  The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash. 

How does this translate into everyday terms for me as a believer in 2026?  God, as my Creator, gave me a choice.  I can choose to live my life with a firm foundation as Jesus being my Rock  or I can choose to trust in my own instincts and my own intellect.

The rain and storms of life are a given; they will come. At 63, I know that all too well as I’ve experienced many in my life.   But do I face these storms on my own or by calling out and depending on the Rock (My Savior and Lord who knows best) or myself?

Have you ever been hiking up or down a mountain or even a steep terrain?  I’m not the best at this skill so my husband, who is much more adept, usually instructs me where to place my foot when I’m tentative or afraid.  It’s such a relief and comfort, when you’re unstable or off balance, to place your foot on a sure rock that doesn’t move or shake. It steadies you and provides security, comfort and peace of mind.  That’s what God is through His Son, Jesus…our sure footing…our Rock.  Imagine stepping down into sand, and your foot sinking or turning over.  It’s a mess!!  This passage reminds us that without Jesus, we are stepping into sinking sand…we have no permanent security or foundation.

How about you?  Is your foundation firm in the Rock of Ages or are you sinking in the fleeting, futile and temporary sand of this world and your own devices?

Bread of Life

Several years ago, I was struggling with my weight creeping up after menopause hit with a vengeance.  Out of sheer frustration, I turned to the keto diet to get rid of the extra pounds.  Was I successful?  You bet!  But, I soon learned it wasn’t realistic.  There was no way to maintain this extreme eating plan.  I emerged from that diet realizing that God didn’t intend for us to deprive ourselves of a major food group He created. 

How did I come to this conclusion?  It wasn’t overnight, but at some point in that food journey, I realized at many junctures my body was craving carbohydrates, especially bread. Healthy bread.  After some research, I came to the conclusion that healthy bread provides nutrients, fiber and ingredients our body needs.  God knew that from the outset.

Why am I spending time discussing “bread” of all things when it’s the beginning of a new year?

Throughout the Bible, Jesus has many names.  He refers to Himself most often as “Son of Man”, but we also read He is called “Son of God”, “Immanuel” and “Messiah”.  I have a book I’ve been using occasionally in my devotions as it covers many names for God and Jesus. 

In the book of John, Jesus refers to Himself more than once as “the bread of life”.

Some believe this name goes back to when Moses led the children of Israel out of Egypt.  The people were ecstatic to be free from bondage.  They had been slaves for centuries, and as the Bible states in Exodus 3, “God heard their cry”.  Their freedom didn’t come overnight.  It was a process.  After 9 horrible plagues, Pharoah’s heart was so hard, and he refused every plea Moses made as God’s spokesmen on behalf of the people.  But when Pharoah’s firstborn son was killed in the last plague, Pharoah finally got the message and relented.  He released God’s people, the Israelites.

That was far from the end of the story.  There are many miracles on the way as the people make their way to the Promised Land.  But we will fast forward to when God parted the Red Sea and allowed His people to cross on dry ground. 

As the people were out in the desert, they didn’t have major provisions.  Needless to say, there wasn’t a Chick-fil-A or Zaxby’s on the corner for them to stop and grab a bite when they were famished from their journey.  So what did the people do?  How did God provide?

Exodus 16 tells us the story that God told Moses he would “rain down bread from heaven for you”.  God already had a plan; He provided manna daily for His people.  Manna was a white, flaky substance that miraculously appeared every morning on the ground.  It appeared every morning as the dew evaporated, and the people had to gather it themselves.  They couldn’t save it or it would spoil.  They could eat it or grind it and use it for bread.  I read it was sweet like honey, and a wafer consistency.

Raining down manna daily was just one of numerous ways God taught the Israelites to depend on Him.

But why would Jesus refer to Himself as the “bread of life”?

Just like this manna that miraculously rained down from heaven, Jesus came from heaven as well.  He was God who put on flesh and bones and gave up His position of authority/royalty/sovereignty to come to earth as an innocent baby.  Just as God had provided physical nourishment and sustenance for the Israelites by sending manna, He has done the same for our spiritual souls by providing Jesus.

Just as bread is an essential for our physical bodies and supplies vitamins, minerals and nourishment, Jesus is an essential for our spiritual body.  He satisfies and quenches the longing and deepest desire within us.  Having Jesus in our heart/life is not just a choice; God allows it to be as He gave us the gift of free will.  But having a relationship with Jesus and “feasting” on Him, if you will, is what life is all about.

And just like manna, Jesus is white, pure and holy.  When we “taste” and experience Jesus, we know He is sweet like honey in manna. 

It’s not enough to believe in Jesus.  The Bible tells us in James 2:19 that even the demons in hell believe in Jesus.  We need to accept this free gift from God, and ask Him to come in and take up residence – and change us to be more like Himself and the Father.  Accepting Jesus as Savior and Lord is a one-time decision of praying and acknowledging that Jesus died in your place, and you want Him to cleanse you of your sins and come in to take up residence…to be your Savior.

But living as a disciple of Jesus is a lifelong process of faith and obedience.  I love how the manna could not be stored up for later.  As a follower of Jesus, we know that Jesus gives us enough faith for each day.  We can’t borrow the faith of our parents or grandparents; we can’t share the faith of a good friend.  Just as each Israelite had to collect his/her own manna, so we, too, have to “work out our own faith with fear and trembling”.  That doesn’t mean we’re scared to come into His presence.  It just means that each day, we must rely on Him to meet our every need.

And there’s nothing we can do to save ourselves.  The people were totally dependent on God for their sustenance.  So are we.  Kindness, doing for others, having an excellent work ethic and good works will not satisfy or get us to heaven or have a relationship with God/Jesus.  Those “good deeds” come as a byproduct once we know the “Bread of Life”.

As you pause to reflect on 2025 and think of goals/activities for 2026, ask yourself these questions in light of Jesus’ name: Bread of Life.

Do I have the Bread of Life or am I looking to material things, family, work and other substitutes?

Am I looking to Jesus alone to fill me up?  Am I spending time with Him daily, in prayer and Bible reading/studying to know Him?  Am I feasting on Him and his Word?

Am I turning to substitutes from this world to fill me up, even if He is my Savior? Just like I “longed” for bread while on the keto diet, our souls will do the same when Jesus is a missing component.

Beginning a new year is always the perfect time to begin a new habit.  Just as each of us needs daily bread, may you partake of the true “Bread of Life” as you spend time with God in His Word and take time to feast on Him in prayer as well.  Thank God for sending Jesus, just as He did manna.  He is truly our Bread of Life.  Don’t miss out on this essential “food group”.

Looking Back with Thankfulness/ Moving Forward with Faith

I don’t know about you, but the start of a new year is always invigorating and motivating to me.  Even though I know we’ve only flipped the calendar to the start of a new year, it just seems like there’s a blank new page that is fresh and forgiving.  And the anticipation of what a new year brings is limitless!  It makes me feel like a kid when we had “do overs”.  At least in my neighborhood we had “do overs” all the time.

We would be in the middle of a heated softball game and an argument would ensue.  One team couldn’t agree with the opposing team whether a kid was out or not.  Instead of arguing relentlessly, sometimes we would just decide to have a “do over”.  Just pitch the ball again and pretend that the previous play didn’t transpire.  It sure saved relationships and friendships…and was a pretty good way of resolving the conflict.

As I thought about a blank, fresh page for 2026 today, I was out walking and enjoying a gorgeous sunny day. I took some time to reflect on 2025.  I thought of all the ways God blessed me and my family.  To be honest, at that particular moment God helped me.  You see I was somewhat down and consumed with worry over a situation in my family.  The older I get, the more I realize I am not in control.  I was praying and asking God to help me release this situation to Him.  That’s when HE reminded me of ALL the blessings from 2025.  In fact, an old hymn popped into my mind.  The words below resonated with me as I walked. Below are the words to Count Your Blessings.

“When upon life’s billows you are tempest tossed,

When you are discouraged thinking all is lost

Count your many blessings, name them one by one,

And it will surprise you what the Lord has done.

I’ve sung that song as long as I can remember.  But today I truly paused and thanked God for numerous specifics from the entire year.  I thought back to major and minor answers to prayer from 2025, but I also thought of countless ways in which the Lord just bestowed His blessings on me just because of His love, goodness and mercy.  Some I had thanked Him for prior, and some I had not.  Just taking time to recount this and expressing my gratefulness to Him changed my attitude.

Instead of worrying about the situation I can’t control, just having a thankful heart helped me look up!

But I also asked the Lord to help me move forward and start 2026 off with the right attitude and perspective.

Many years ago, our son ran track in middle school.  Nathan was an extremely fast runner as a kid in elementary school; he was always at the top of the charts when it came to races with his peers.  When he got to middle school, he found track to be a little more competitive.  But I digress.  Needless to say, his dad and I attended all of his track meets. 

During the track meets, I learned about other events that occurred simultaneously or prior to Nathan’s races. I kept records for shot put and came to love all the boys competing.

But what stood out to meet was the long race in which there was a relay and batons were passed.  I distinctly remember watching one of those in which one of the runners looked back at his opponents so much that he lost ground.  He slowed down to what seemed like a crawl because he turned to look back and was fixated on the other runners vs. looking ahead and keeping his eye on his goal (passing the baton to the next runner).

God spoke to me as I watched that boy.  Suffice it to say, he cost his team that race. 

Why did I bring that up?  What’s my point?  Sometimes we can get so bogged down with the past.  We all have regrets; we all have acted in ways we wish we could change or perhaps make wiser choices.  But if we’re not careful, looking back can cost us to the present.

Currently, I’m praying for two ladies who can’t let go of the past.  One is a widow who is still grieving the loss of her husband, even though his passing was three years ago.  I hurt for her and feel for her.  I can’t imagine the pain she’s endured.  But I also want to tell her that God still has a purpose for her; life is passing her by.

The other lady is grieving a relationship in which she was the victim.  Her husband divorced her after being unfaithful.  Again, I’m empathetic to her situation.  But she still is rehearsing the hurt over and over — and wanting vengeance.  I see it hurting her in the process. 

I’m not trying to be judgmental in either situation.  I just have learned from experience that the past can’t be changed.  We must look back with thankful hearts that God protected us, God was patient with us, and ask God to help us learn from our mistakes and move forward.

I think there are certain things we have to be intentional to leave in the past.  In my opinion, we can only accomplish this task by relying on the Holy Spirit’s help to do so.  This list isn’t exhaustive.  Here are just a few:

Fear that holds us back from being obedient

Fear that keeps us from being bold/courageous and acting

Bitterness and resentment

Unforgiveness

Selfishness

Broken relationships

Grief

Not seizing an opportunity

Allowing anger to get the best of us

Acting in ways that aren’t Christlike

 As we lay these things down and leave them in the past, how do we move forward and start the year off on the right foot?

For me, it involves being intentional in many areas of my life:

Being disciplined to get up early enough to have a consistent quiet time with the Lord that involves not just Bible reading but actually studying and dwelling on the Word.  And having time to pray and listen to the Lord before rushing off to do the next thing on “My to Do List”.

Asking the Lord to show me how HE wants me to spend time in my day…for HIM to set my agenda vs. me doing that.

Being aware when He drops opportunities in my lap…and not being selfish but recognizing them as divine appointments.  A week or so before CHRISTmas I was super busy with finishing up wrapping, cooking, baking and picking up a few last-minute items for gifts.  In addition, I had made some goodies to deliver to widows/widowers in our church so they would feel remembered and cared about.  Right in the middle of this frenzied time, a gal from church who was going through a very difficult situation stopped me at church and poured out her heart.  I listened intently and prayed with and for her.  But she also called me on two different occasions and needed to talk for 90 minutes!  I told the Lord silently that I didn’t have the time for this, but He told me otherwise.  I had to stop and consider “her needs more important than my own” during that time (Philippians 2:  ).  I knew she was hurting and needed to unload.  I knew she craved a shoulder to cry on as well as godly advice.  As I listened, I prayed for her silently and myself to give her advice that came from His Word/the Holy Spirit vs what I thought was best.

I will admit I was in a panic when we hung up, feeling behind and overwhelmed.  But God also assured me I did the right thing.  I’m learning to listen more and “die to self”.

In 2026, I want to care more about pleasing Him and being obedient.

Part of that for me is trusting that God will equip me for whatever task He has called me to do – whether that’s listening to a hurting person or writing.  I must confess.  I still feel inadequate in the latter.  But He’s teaching me to depend on Him and just be obedient, even if I feel inept.

How about you?  How will you work to make 2026 a year that honors God?  How will you let go of yesterday’s failures and just be thankful for how God got you through?  Will you move forward, trusting Him at every turn that He has a purpose and plan for your life? 

2026 has endless possibilities.  It’s a blank page.  How I pray you and I make the best of it and please God at every turn!

Thanksgiving and Cuba

A month ago, my husband and I were privileged to be part of a large group of musicians (singers, instrumentalists, former pastors and ministers of music) traveling to Cuba to minister to the people there in various ways. Apparently, music is a big deal in Cuba; the people LOVE all types of music.  It’s an avenue that God has used to open the door for His message to get through to the people of Cuba.

The country itself is a tropical paradise.  Lush greens everywhere you look…huge palm trees of all sizes, hibiscus and other gorgeous blooming flowers of various colors.  There are coconuts, banana trees, avocadoes, just to name a few.  In the midst of this gorgeous sea of green is poverty-laden “homes”…and that’s using the word generously.  Words fall short in describing these abodes and how some look like they are literally falling apart. With very little exception, all their dwellings are dilapidated, barely standing.  Nothing is maintained.  No houses or buildings have been painted.  There’s plaster that’s cracking and repairs that need to be made everywhere you turn. In some cases, walls are not even apparent on all sides.  Ugliness pierces through the beauty of the green countryside. I’ve been privileged in my life to travel abroad to numerous countries and continents.  But I’ve never witnessed poverty the way it was on display in Cuba.

Not only did we observe these horrible living conditions, but our group experienced the intense heat that the Cubans live in constantly.  As Americans, we are so accustomed to air conditioning that tolerating extreme heat is very difficult.  It proved to be for us as we had numerous people passing out at services or not feeling well when we were en route (and on an air-conditioned bus).  Not only that, just using the bathroom became a major chore, especially for us women! Toilet seats are a rare find.  Norman and I were blessed to have them in our hotel rooms, but many women did not fare so well.  In addition, toilet paper could not be put in the toilet, but it needed to be used and then thrown in the trash.  This unsanitary practice created a myriad of germs.  Just one of numerous reasons why flies are in abundance in Cuba.  Furthermore, trash cans are a rarity in Cuba.  I carried trash with me for hours one day.  There are tiny trash cans in restrooms.  Even in the churches where we had worship services, the facilities were so primitive.  Most of the toilets wouldn’t even flush!  And many were outside.  If you planned to use the restroom, you needed to be prepared and bring your own tp. I carried toilet paper with me everywhere, as well as wipes and hand wipes!

In addition, we witnessed street corners where piles of trash had accumulated.  I never saw a large trash can, much less a dumpster.  I don’t know if the government doesn’t supply them or if the people can’t afford them or have access to them.  It’s another sad reality of their existence.

I could go on and on about how our “comforts” are so missing from the Cuban’s way of life.

But after observing Cubans in 5 different churches, I was amazed by their joy, fervency of their faith, obvious passion in their singing and their perseverance.  I came away with a few thoughts.

Even as my heart broke for how the people are resigned to live, my thoughts raced as I witnessed their conditions.

Do the comforts at home that I experience daily distract me from focusing on God? 

Do I cling to material wealth and possessions or to God?

Who has TRUE poverty?  Us, as rich Americans who have so many comforts and possessions, but neglect the God who has blessed us and had His Hand on us – or people who are accustomed to a hard and menial way of life but seem to cling to/look to God at every turn?

On the first day of our trip, we learned that ALL of our concerts/ worship services had been canceled by the Cuban government.  Why did they allow us to come into the country if the government wasn’t going to allow us to play/sing?

The leadership in our organization met, prayed (we prayed) and went back to the drawing board.  They were able to reschedule every one of our services in various churches. So, what the enemy meant for evil, God used for good.  Many of our services were supposed to be in the early morning or especially the evening.  But the government made us have every service be finished by 5 pm.  This edict meant we would be playing/singing/preaching at the hottest part of the day.  But it didn’t deter us!

There was no doubt Satan tried to interfere and disrupt our trip in many ways.  A few people didn’t receive luggage.  One friend had her carry-on bag checked since it was fairly large.  The gate agent sent it to Columbia vs. Cuba!  After 3 days, she did finally have it delivered from the airlines. It wasn’t just a minor annoyance as she had medicine and other vital items in that bag.  But God protected her and all of us.

Santa Clara was our first location in Cuba.  Back in the 1940s or 1950s our hotel was probably considered grand.  It had little villas scattered about so it was nice for privacy.  We walked a short distance to get to the dining hall where we ate all our meals. 

During our stay there, we were intentional to engage some of the staff.  Most of them spoke some English.  One tall young handsome man engaged my husband one morning after breakfast.  Walter said to Norman, “Those tennis shoes look like they are very nice and thick.”  My husband concurred and told Walter he had trouble with his feet.  Walter went on to tell Norman how his feet hurt daily.  In his job, he worked very long hours and was on his feet most of the day.  My hubby understands foot pain all too well as he has no arch…basically flat feet.  He took off his shoe and showed Walter the shoe insert that helped provide him with an arch.  Walter was amazed as he had never seen one or even knew this type help existed.  Norman and Walter finished up their conversation.  Then, Norman and I met up and walked back to our villa/room.  As we chatted on our way back to our hotel room, Norman told me he felt led to give Walter his tennis shoes, not just the inserts.  I was so proud of my generous hubby!  When he gave Walter the shoes and insert, Walter gave him a bear hug and cried.  They got a picture together.  The next morning at breakfast, he was donning those already used/worn shoes, but he was so proud.  And his feet were not hurting!  He thanked me as well for my husband’s generosity, even though I didn’t have anything to do with this exchange.  One side note.  Walter told Norman most Cubans are small people and have small feet so getting larger sizes in Cuba is a challenge.  Norman wears a size 13.  Guess what size shoes Walter wears?  You guessed it!  Size 13!  Definitely a God-appointment and not just a coincidence.  The only other pair of shoes Norman had packed were his dress shoes.  He wore them proudly with shorts and everything else!  As he said, “It was a small sacrifice in light of Walter having some good shoes.  There was joy in giving.”

That whole story made me think and ask myself, “What would I be willing to give up if God asked me or the opportunity presented itself?”  You?  Have you stopped to consider it?

Not only did we have personal encounters, such as the one described, but in every church service when we played, one of our ministers preached, and the message was interpreted in Spanish.  All of our Cuban interpreters were young, passionate and had a noticeably vibrant spirit.  At every church, there were numerous decisions.  But in one church, my husband and I “peeked” at the same time when the minister asked those who wanted to ask Jesus into their heart/life.  Even though Norman and I weren’t sitting anywhere close to one another, we both witnessed an older man in the back.  When the invitation was given, he didn’t just raise one hand, he raised both.  When’s the last time you’ve seen someone this excited to accept Jesus?  It was amazing!

At the end of our time in Cuba, we were told there were over 125 salvations!  We were all in awe and praised God!

Another one of my “take aways” from our time there will be the singing.  In every church, no matter how stifling hot it was or how uncomfortable the seats were, the people stood and sang loudly and excitedly.  They weren’t down, discouraged or if they were, it didn’t come through with their faces or voices.  In some cases, our choir was singing in English while the Cubans were singing in Spanish.  It was an incredible sound of praise to our Maker.  I couldn’t help but think, I wonder if it will be like this in heaven.

You may be wondering what any of this mission trip in Cuba has to do with Thanksgiving?

Well, I was feeling very thankful prior to Thanksgiving.  And then something happened to dampen my spirit and somewhat steal my joy the day before. You’ve been there right, friend?

I had to pray; I had to take a deep breath; I had to ask God to help me put things into perspective and help me not just remember all of my blessings but to be thankful in my mind and heart. 

One of the things He did was to remind me of Cuba.  He took me back to that place…to all the answers to prayer, His hand of protection on me/Norman/our entire group, to seeing Him move and work and also realizing that we have soooo much to be thankful for just being born in the United States of America, as well as knowing God through His Son, Jesus. 

Since you didn’t share in my Cuba experience, maybe you can’t relate.  But not only did God remind me of that country and all we encountered, He put that old hymn in my thoughts and heart.  I close with the words to the hymn, Count Your Blessings.  Just recounting each one back to the Lord sure made a different – and caused my feelings of being down and deflated to turn around.  I pray reading these words will help you pause – and make a mental list of numerous blessings.  Or better yet, you will actually write them down and record them…and take time to thank God for each one.

When upon life’s billows you are tempest tossed,

When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,

Count your many blessings, name them one by one,

And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.

Are you ever burdened with a load of care?

Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?

Count your many blessings, every doubt will fly,

And you will be singing as the days go by.

When you look at others with their lands and gold,

Think that Christ has promised you His wealth untold;

Count your many blessings, money cannot buy

Your reward in heaven, nor your home on high.

Count your blessings, name them one by one,

Count your blessings, see what God hath done;

Count your blessings, name them one by one;

Count your blessings, see what God hath done.

Lessons from the Beach

Just a few weeks ago, my husband and I had the privilege of traveling to Ormond Beach.  I grew up going there almost every summer with my parents so it holds very fond memories.  When I got married, my husband joined us…and then our son came along.  You get the picture – memories from being a kid with my family flood my mind and heart.  And then more precious memories were made with my family of three and also all five of us vacationing at this spot.

This year it was just the two of us.  As we sat out on the deck of our condo one afternoon, we were just taking in the beauty of the ocean and all that entails – seagulls flying overhead or diving for fish; waves going to and fro and crashing, making bubbles from all the salt; kites being flown; couples walking hand in hand down the beach and families interacting with one another.

What caught our attention was a family of four just in front of our condo.  Dad and Mom were standing back in the packed sand.  But there was a son and daughter, approximately 12 years old and 10 years old respectively who had their feet in the water.  Both of these children were squealing and laughing.  It was so obvious that it was the first time these kiddos had experienced the ocean.  They were running back and forth, trying not to let the waves crash on them – in ankle high water!  But what they did next is what surprised both my husband and me.

The girl and boy stood still and tried to bury their feet.  You could just tell it was their first time to do so.  They fell on to one another.  Dad and Mom finally walked up and joined them.  I continued to hear laughter and squeals from both of these kids having the time of their lives.

But as God so often does, He spoke to me as I was an onlooker.

Those kids were carefree burying their toes and entire feet.  It was so fun, thrilling, new and seemingly harmless.

But after a few minutes, a huge wave crashed into them and knocked the girl down (Ormond is on the Atlantic side so big waves are common).  She laughed it off and got up.

But I couldn’t help but think.  This picture is just like sin.  It entices you; the temptation seems harmless, innocent and just plain fun.  Then, you go deeper (as one burying his feet in the sand).  Soon, you’re trapped!  You can’t escape.  You’re stuck in sin’s death grip.

And as David so eloquently points out in the Psalms, if you continue to laugh, party and remain unaware you can even sink into a deep pit (Psalm 40 especially).

The world only offers “sinking sand”.  The fun and appeal of sin is an illusion.  It draws you in, but soon you will be knocked down…and sometimes you can’t get back up – or get out of the pit!

I was reminded as I watched the scene with this family play out that only God offers a firm foundation.  His kingdom is eternal; his way promises to satisfy, not temporarily but forever.  Only by following God through believing in His Son, Jesus, can you base your life on a foundation that is secure and trustworthy. 

In those few moments on the beach, I thanked God that He called me by name and drew me to Himself.  I thanked Him for the firm foundation I experience daily, not because I’m good or have my act together or anything based on what I’ve done.  It’s all based on the holiness and righteousness of Jesus Christ…and Him taking my punishment for sin on Himself.

I’m continually amazed that God uses nature and things of this world to teach lessons.

How about you?  Is your foundation like being on a rock, firm and unwavering because it’s built on God who is our Rock?  Or is it sinking sand, built on yourself, your accomplishments or other things of the world?  It won’t hold you, my friend.  You will eventually sink. 

Turn to the ONLY ONE who can rescue you.  Jesus Christ, God’s Son, is the only way to get to God and experience a lasting secure and trustworthy foundation. 

What fragrance are you leaving behind?

The smell of eggs and bacon cooking

The aroma of freshly cut grass

The pungent odor of food gone bad

Smell is a powerful sense.  Just the thought of certain aromas evokes all kinds of memories.

The smell of airplane fuel to most would be pungent and not very pleasant.  But to me it was a wonderful “fragrance”.  My dad, who was a lead mechanic for Delta Air Lines, for over 38+years brought that scent home with him every day.  I loved it!  Why?  Because it was a smell that made me think of him and know how hard he worked to provide for us. It made me feel secure and loved when he greeted me with a hug after work.  God gifted him with his hands; there wasn’t anything he couldn’t fix or repair.  And he used them not just for his livelihood, but he used them to minister to widows in our neighborhood or family who couldn’t afford to have their cars serviced and the like.  Mom never cared for that smell; I’m sure to her it was a chore to get that odor out of his clothes.  But to this day, that “engine” smell reminds me of my hard-working, gifted and servant father.

Likewise, the sweet fragrance of gardenias blooming in the spring reminds me of my precious mom.  In our house growing up, Dad and Mom planted a gardenia bush when they first moved there (on their honeymoon).  That bush grew from a tiny little sprig to a huge shrub with numerous blooms every season.  Usually in the spring, Mom would pick a few flowers and put them in a vase.  The lovely and fragrant aroma from those flew flowers in a bud vase in our kitchen or dining room filled the entire house.  To this day, I still love that fragrance.  We have miniature gardenias that line the front of our house.  Whenever they bloom and I see them, but more importantly, smell them, it immediately takes me back to my home growing up.  Mom had a knack for making ordinary days special.  Something about the familiar fragrance of gardenias still reminds me of spring, rebirth and a mom that loved so much that she always went the extra mile to think of “little touches” that made you feel special.  Gardenias somewhat represent that for me.

The smell of freshly cut grass takes me back to my growing up years.  I think of the corner lot where we lived.  It was the gathering place for kickball games, softball and volleyball games, hopscotch, bike rides (before we took off to play “Cops and Robbers”) and just a “hang out” for all of us kids to gather.  Dad or Mom always made sure the grass was cut; I distinctly remember working out in the yard with them, either pulling weeds, edging or getting the curb clean. So even now, I think of those fond childhood memories…and how blessed I was to have had a carefree childhood.

Sometimes the aroma isn’t so pleasant.  I think of certain pungent odors of medicinal smells that take me back to trials and difficult times.  Hospital stays, excruciating news from a doctor or oncologist.

Even today as my hubby is nursing pain in his knee from a Baker’s cyst, I was reminded of the smell of Ben Gay.  My poor Gan (my maternal grandmother that lived with us) used it constantly to relieve back pain from broken vertebrae.  Back in those days, my guess is that’s about all she had to relieve her chronic back pain.  To this day, that smell makes me remember her with love and fondness.

A couple of weeks ago, I was getting ready to host family coming in from another state.  As I was cleaning, picking up, dusting and preparing food, I was keenly aware of odors in the air.  The smell of onion was pervasive in the house, especially the kitchen.  I had already cooked a dish with onion; I knew it had time to dissipate.  I searched the refrigerator…nothing that could be the culprit.  I went to the basket on the counter where I keep onions, potatoes, etc.  I even picked up the two onions in the basket.  Again, I could not detect the culprit.

As I kept cleaning and doing things in preparation for company, I couldn’t escape that unpleasant odor!  Finally, I went back to the two onions in the basket.  One had an exposed bad place, and the pungent odor was unmistakable!  That “sore” on the onion smelled up the entire house!  That one little tiny “bad spot” took over.  Even vinegar couldn’t wipe out that unpleasant odor. 

It was a stark reminder to me.

The Bible speaks of fragrance as well.  In II Corinthians 2:15, Paul reminds us that we as believers in Jesus are “a fragrant aroma to God”. 

First and foremost, our desire should be to create a pleasing and sweet aroma for God.  He knows our heart so only HE can accurately discern if we are living our lives in complete surrender and obedience to Him…if we are treating others in a way that brings glory to God.  We can’t hide our “stink” or sin from him.  He discerns our motives and behaviors better than we ourselves.  But have you ever stopped to think that you either omit a pleasing fragrance to the God of the Universe or you give off a stinky odor?

What kind of aroma are you leaving to others?

Do they know from being with you, even if it’s a brief encounter, that there’s something different or unique about you?

The other day I was in a public library, inquiring about using a large room for a private Bible study group of women that I lead.  We weren’t going to be studying the Bible; it was our first gathering to meet one another so I was just looking for a good gathering place.  But I was told that we couldn’t use the room as we were a “private” group.

As a taxpayer and logical person, I didn’t understand this answer.  It was about my 7th stop in trying to locate a spacious and convenient location.  My response to the lady in charge was not exactly Christlike.  I even commented something sarcastically about “my tax dollars at work”.

As I walked to my car, I was convicted.

The aroma I left with this woman at the library was definitely stinky.  I had already mentioned that I lead this small group of women in a Bible study.  So, I had to ask for forgiveness, realizing I blew my witness with her.

I couldn’t “undo” my words or my attitude; the fragrance I left was most certainly not pleasant.

I just realize more and more that the “fragrance” I leave behind is extremely important. 

Pigpen in the Peanuts cartoon characters has such an odor about him that he’s always depicted with a cloud of dust/dirt and stink around him. It’s truly his trademark.  At this stage in my life, I want to be the opposite of Pigpen.  I want the fragrance I leave with others to be so lovely and distinct that there is no doubt I belong to the God of the Universe.  I want my “smell” and “fragrance” for Jesus to impact others long after I’m gone.

How about you?  What kind of fragrance are you leaving behind?

GRATEFUL?

When our son, Nathan, was younger I used to read a book to him that told the true story of Jesus healing 10 lepers.  It had realistic illustrations, and the account was told in such a way that it always held Nathan’s interest.  But the segment of the story that Nathan could never quite understand was at the end.  Jesus healed all 10 lepers, but only 1 returned to thank him for the healing.  Nathan always had a reaction about this…and just couldn’t wrap his young and growing brain/heart how only one man could return to give thanks and praise to Jesus.  Of course, Jesus had the same reaction.

Teaching Nathan to be grateful was important to me.  For him to consistently thank peers, adults and especially God/Jesus for blessings and kindness.  In my estimation, I would’ve considered myself a grateful person – and one who tried to be thankful. 

Recently, God showed me otherwise. 

A month ago, my husband and I returned from an extended trip we took out of the country for our 35th wedding anniversary. 

I’m not sure if it was our location or just the fact that we were walking everywhere.  We took trains and a tram a few times, and a taxi when the distance was too far, but most of the time we walked and walked and walked.  Usually, we are game to navigate the subway, but in the countries where we were that wasn’t really needed. Both of us usually get numerous steps in when we’re at home, but on this excursion, we definitely walked much more than normal. 

Again, I’m not sure if it was because we were walking and exposed to more people…or if it was where we were.  But I penned these words after watching people and being aware in two different countries.

I see them, Lord.

The man on the train who is limping; what a chore it is for him to get from point A to point B.  Does it hurt him just to walk?  I’m sure just walking a short distance is a challenge for him.  Oh, what I take for granted.

That boy who has some major infirmary with his leg.  It’s obvious he has to be in pain when he walks.  What could’ve happened to him?  Was he born that way or had a major accident?

I see her, Lord. 

The lady who must use a cane and listen intently to the sounds around her so she doesn’t step out in traffic.

As I try not to stare, I can’t help but wonder, “What has left her in this condition?  Was she born blind? Was it a disease that impaired her sight?”

As I watch her, I think she will never gaze into another’s brown, blue, hazel or black eyes and see beauty, pain, hurt or love. 

She will never see a glorious sunrise or watch a red cardinal fly by.

She will never see the wonder in a child’s face or experience the look of pride on a parent’s face or see a rainbow or mountain.

She will never look into her lover’s eyes and see affection and true love.

Thank you, Lord, that I have two normal legs and can walk correctly without being in pain or having to limp.  Thank you, Lord, for good health that allows me to walk long distances. 

Thank you, Lord that I can see – the blue sky, white clouds, green trees, various colors and varieties of flowers, the fluffy tail of a squirrel, the gracefulness of a deer, the smile on a baby’s face, the features on my husband.

Dear Father, forgive me when I’m not grateful.  Forgive me when I don’t pause to thank you.  Help me not to take the gift of sight or any gift from you for granted.  Please help me have a heart that’s quick to thank you and not complain.

Just seeing so many on our walks and adventures that struggled to do basic things, such as seeing or walking, made me realize that I thank God for answers to prayer and for other things, but I don’t thank Him near enough for my health, for having all 5 senses and even my salvation near enough.

I am humbled and thankful that the Holy Spirit points these weaknesses out in my life and convicts me…and helps me change.  I so want to be like the one leper who took time to thank His Healer!  How about you?

Honor Your Father and Mother

Another Mother’s Day is in the books, and the sun is about to set on this Father’s Day.

The older I get, the more I realize what a gift God gave me with a precious mother that was a role model.  She and I had a special relationship and bond.  Even as a young child, I knew my mother was “one of a kind”.

Mom was THE most self-sacrificing person I have ever known.  She ALWAYS thought of others before herself. And she modeled for me what it meant to make others more important than yourself and love sacrificially and unconditionally.

As I was becoming a woman, my desire was to be like mom…loving, compassionate, doing for others, not materialistic or just focused on myself, but loving God and loving others in word and deed.

Mom was a disciplinarian as well.  She wasn’t one of those, “Wait until your dad comes home” type of moms.  She handled things herself. 

My dad was THE most forgiving person I ever knew.  He didn’t hold a grudge, and I could count on one hand the number of times I ever heard him gossip or talk behind someone’s back.  He set boundaries for me and was consistent to make sure I obeyed.

He was a man of integrity and stood up for what he believed.  Dad also modeled a servant’s attitude by always helping others.  He repaired more washing machines, refrigerators or did whatever was needed with family and friends.  I especially remember a widow in our neighborhood who he ministered to constantly, never charging or asking anything in return.

Dad and Mom were excellent at setting boundaries for me and following through.  Both were consistent with me.  They didn’t waiver.  Their “yes” was “yes” and “no” was “no”.  They weren’t perfect parents by any means, but I was supremely blessed by both of them.  They were quite a duo!

But even as I sit here and type out and reminisce about my parents, I am keenly aware that I have family and friends with totally different experiences.

Even as a young girl, I remember laying in my bed at night – crying and praying to God.  I felt for two of my cousins.  Their mom, my mom’s sister, had led quite a different life.  She suffered from an addiction to alcohol as well as prescription drugs.  God freed her from these, and she was in AA to help her stay clean and off prescription drugs and alcohol.  But the consequences of her choices totally affected my cousins.  And she wasn’t really mature and didn’t always make the best decisions for herself or them when we were growing up.  I’m only 7 years older/5 years older than the two of them so we were very close.  My heart broke for them on numerous occasions.  I remember thanking God for my parents, but also praying for my aunt and these cousins. Even though my parents helped and were a huge part of their life, they didn’t have the same life I did.  I questioned God about that; I hurt for them.  It made me grateful and thankful as a kid growing up.  I didn’t take my parents or my home life for granted.

Also, I lived in a neighborhood where all us kids were very close because our parents were; we did life together.

Our house was the corner lot with a large yard so most of the time, our yard was the gathering place for kickball, softball, dodgeball, volleyball, etc.  You get the idea. 

Pretty much most everyone in our special neighborhood had involved, engaged and loving parents.  But there was one boy…Billy.  Yes, I’ve changed his name.  Billy was an only child like me.  But his parents didn’t spend time with him.  If they did, I didn’t see it.  We were in band together in high school.  My parents were at every game or competition I ever marched in.  They came to every football game and worked the concession stand many times.  But they always managed to watch me march and support me.  If Billy’s parents were ever there, I don’t remember it.  His dad had a stressful job with shifts; his mother had gone back to pharmacy school.  They were busy with their own agendas and “checked out”. Billy was an after-thought.  Billy was like a younger brother to me; he was the kid who stayed around when everyone else left.  He could get on my last nerve, but deep down I hurt for him as well.  My dad stayed on Billy’s case when he was at our house.  Billy didn’t always think before he acted; he did some stupid stuff.  Looking back, it was probably just normal “boy” behavior.  But my dad wasn’t used to that.  Back then and especially now, I realize that the boundaries my dad set for Billy actually expressed Dad’s care and concern for him.  Billy knew my parents cared about him; he sure didn’t get much of that at home. I tried to be loving and kind to him; he was somewhat ostracized at school and made fun of.  It seemed Billy couldn’t catch a break. 

Currently, I have a few friends who have shared with me how their mothers were selfish, manipulating, demanding, controlling and made it all about them.  And some who still have mothers that are living; these friends are trying to do right by their moms and care for their mothers. But the mothers are unappreciative, difficult or belligerent.  All I can do is listen and pray.  But I do see the pain in their eyes and hear the heartache in their voices as these particular women relay their stories.

Just recently I was in a small group Bible study.  I shared something about my parents, and it was extremely positive and related to the scripture passage we were studying.  Afterwards, a dear friend sitting next to me, who is so spiritually mature and well-adjusted, commented and said, “Laura, what a blessing that you had such role models in your parents.  And that you knew you were loved unconditionally.”  I could tell from her countenance that there was hurt.  Later, I privately asked about her parents and upbringing.  Her reply was, “That wasn’t my experience at all.  In fact, it was just the opposite.  Both were very toxic; I didn’t have that love and stability.”  I stood there speechless.  I did tell her I was sorry, and then we were interrupted. 

I don’t know all the details and didn’t need to.  There was pain inflicted by her parents…and the damage was still lingering.

I could go on and on with examples. Friends/acquaintances that have mothers who were manipulative or emotionally abusive are out there.  And the stories of fathers being abusive in some form or fashion seem to abound. Absentee fathers are common as well.

Not too long ago, I shared a brief testimony of how God had carried me through the diagnosis of my mother having cancer (it was a shock), and the Lord took her to her heavenly home in less than two weeks.  An acquaintance from church came up afterwards and told me how envious she was of the relationship I had with my mother.  Her mother was still living, but she relayed it had always been strained.  This person is a mature, godly disciple of Jesus, but as I listened, I saw the heartache in her eyes, and her body language screamed out for help.

What are these people to do?  Abandon their dads, walk away from their moms?  Reject them?

That’s what the world tells us to do.

Instead of going on and on about my incredible mother or the blessing my dad was, I want this article to suggest a new way or a different, “out of the box” way of celebrating Mother’s Day and Father’s Day.  Some of you won’t like it and may resist at first.  Please keep reading and hear me out.  It’s not just about Mother’s Day or Father’s Day.  But a way of treating our parents the way God intended.

We know that most principles in the Bible – and things that Jesus taught run counter to the world.

His kingdom doesn’t operate on our terms, but His Kingdom runs with a totally different thought process and elevates things we tend to put at the bottom of the list.

That’s a given.

What if instead of looking at all the ways in which your mother drives you crazy or focusing on how she has hurt you through the years or put you down (or whatever the issue may be), what if you chose to HONOR her?

What if instead of blaming your dad for walking out or not being loving or supportive, you actually chose to honor him – or forgive?

I can hear some of you out there in blog land now, yelling at me.  HONOR her?  Why should I after the things she’s done or said to me?

My sorry dad doesn’t deserve any honor or respect!

Please hear me out.

In Exodus 20, God gave Moses The Ten Commandments.  We know the law doesn’t save us or rescue us from sin.  But the law does provide a guide and basic principles for how to live and please God – and remind us we are powerless to keep it.  It’s why we desperately need Jesus, our Savior.

The 5th commandment tells us to “Honor our mother and father so things may go well for you on the earth”.  It’s the first commandment with a promise attached.

As always, God knew what He was doing when He wrote this one down for Moses and the Israelites.  The law served a purpose in giving the people standards to live by; it still does today.  But it also reminds us that we are powerless to keep it.  It’s why we all desperately need God and a Savior.

Years ago, Norman and I read a book entitled, My Tribute by Dennis Rainey.  It’s been updated.  Now the title is The Tribute and the Promise:  How Honoring Your Parents Will Bring a Blessing to Your Life; it’s available on Amazon. The whole premise of the book is to forgive any offense your parents may have done, whether monumental or miniscule, and seek to honor each of them.  As I read the book, I cried.  There are numerous examples of men, women, teens, etc. who have forgiven parents for horrific things, such as incest, physical/emotional abuse, abandonment and the list goes on and on. 

I can hear some of you now.  Why should I honor my dad?  He doesn’t deserve it!  My mom…she has only put me down or never seen the best in me.  Some of you who had a difficult parent may even think I’m being insensitive or unrealistic.  I’m not trying to be insensitive in the least.  I’m only relaying truth.  Real truth…biblical truth frees us. 

All I can is this.  After reading the book, Norman and I each felt lead to write tributes to our parents.  We actually had them typeset (computers/printing wasn’t a “thing” back then), matted and framed. 

  As I read the book and made notes and thought back, I realized I did have some small resentments I needed to forgive my parents for. I prayed and went through that painful process as I wrote.  Also, there were numerous things I wanted to thank my parents for that I had never mentioned.

It was a several months process of writing.  Was it easy?  Not at all.  Did it mean the world to each of them?  You bet. 

Each of us presented our tributes to our parents in a formal way – and read our tributes aloud.  My dad and mom both cried and hugged me afterwards.  They were touched, impacted and immediately hung both of their tributes on the wall in their house so family/friends could see it.  Writing that tribute brought us closer and helped them know ALL the things I appreciated about each one.  And it was a freeing, rich and incredible experience for me.,

If you’re wanting to honor your parents with a special gift, I highly encourage you reading the book and taking the time to go through this process.

But if you’ve had parents who hurt you or were abusive or who have wronged you in a major way, I encourage you to ask God to help you heal.  To do that, it starts with forgiveness.  And in that process, you can find the path to some semblance of respect and honor.

I can’t speak to having to forgive my parents for major things.  But I know from numerous examples in the book, it has restored people, relationships and brought healing to many.  God’s way is always the best way to live.  It’s never easy.  But that’s where HE comes in.  He alone can give you the strength and power to forgive and actually honor a parent or parents who don’t even deserve it.

After all, none of us DESERVE to have Jesus come to earth and live among us sinful humans — and die in our place.  None of us DESERVE to have the God of the Universe sacrifice for us.  But He did it out of love and mercy.

Don’t wait for Mother’s Day or Father’s Day to roll around.  You don’t need a special occasion.

Just a side note.  Today, I still follow the blog of Dennis and Barbara Rainey.  He was one of the founders of FamilyLife, a marriage ministry that we used to be a part of and serve in. We’ve heard both of them speak at marriage conferences; they are the real deal in Christian ministry…so authentic, vulnerable and God-centered.  Dennis recently wrote an article about this very topic. Ironically, he chose to write about this very subject around Father’s Day as I did. It wasn’t to promote his book, but his motivation is obvious.  He wants to empower others to honor their parents and be freed from the shackles of bondage to unforgiveness.  You can find his article at TheRaineys.org.  His article is entitled, “Can You Honor a Parent Who Doesn’t Deserve It?” 

Peppers, Carrots, Bugs and more…

Lately I’ve been amazed at how God “speaks” to me and shows Himself through the mundane, the small and the ordinary.  What do I mean?

Just some random thoughts and incidents with nature leave me in awe of our mighty Creator who shows His creativity and magnificence at every turn.

I’ve been in awe for years when I cut into a bell pepper.  Just seeing the hundreds of seeds contained within, but noticing that they are all arranged in a symmetrical pattern makes me realize and remember that God is a creator who doesn’t operate randomly.  He has a purpose in everything and is a planner.  Stop the next time to cut into that red, yellow, green or orange bell pepper and just look at the myriad of seeds!  Any God who can arrange seeds like that in an orderly fashion certainly can handle the details of my life and yours. 

I was about to chop up carrots the other day.  As I scraped off the junk off the top layer, I was reminded that God does that for us.  Once we believe and confess His Son, Jesus, as our Savior and Lord, He comes in to reside within us.  But as we grow…read the Word, serve Him, listen to the Holy Spirit, He shows us what areas of our lives need to be “scraped away”.  Maybe it’s a bad habit, perhaps it’s just flat out a sinful attitude or even more, it might be idols in our life that are trying to take His rightful place of being on the throne.  When we allow Jesus to peel off the ugly brown stuff and the fleshy, sinful parts of us, then what people see is Jesus.  They see a “new” creation that’s just like the carrot when it’s peeled.  It’s bright, refreshing, clean, new and so appealing.

With spring making its entrance just a few weeks ago, the weather has been so pleasant!  I love to open the door to our deck in the mornings so I can clearly hear the birds chirp and feel the fresh air flow into our house.  The other day when I had the door wide open, a huge fly flew in to the house.  Somehow, he managed to find his way to the master bathroom.  He was so gigantic that I heard him buzzing around in there and saw him.   I opened the window in hopes he would find his way out.  Believe it or not, he did.  I was so relieved for him.  In the process of having the bathroom window open, a wasp flew in!  I didn’t want to kill him; no need for that.  Instead, I grabbed my rectangular duster that I use for my hardwood floors.  I thought I could coax the wasp to land on the duster. My plan was to get him on the end of the duster, and then I’d gently move the duster over to the open window.  Sounds like an easy and simple plan, right?  Well, I forgot one thing.  That wasp was so frantic!  He was flitting from one surface to the next.  The gigantic cream-colored monster (my duster) coming at him scared him to death!  I kept talking to him and telling him that I was trying to help him…help him escape and get to a better place.  I even told him at one point, “Just trust me, buddy.  I’m not trying to hurt you.”  Even as I spoke those words, it dawned on me.  God does that exact thing for us.  He sends circumstances and what we perceive to be giants or monsters to move us towards a different direction.  He’s not trying to hurt us, but we get so afraid and frantic that we don’t pause to recognize His purpose in our lives. 

I eventually got that wasp going in the right direction, and he finally flew out the window.  I was overjoyed!  Don’t you know God is delighted when He is able to get our attention and move us in the right direction!  I was reminded again to “trust Him” and know that what the Father allows in my life is for my own good.  He’s not trying to harm me, just like I wasn’t trying to hurt that poor, misguided and terrified wasp.

I close with this one.  My husband and I were talking on the phone the other day to our adult son.  We had him on speaker, and both of us were trying to listen and talk.  Norman and I were in the living room as we communicated with our son.  Our living room has a huge picture window that runs almost the width of the wall.  It’s one of my most favorite parts of our house as you can see a sea of green out that window as there are pines, oaks, maples and dogwood trees, not to mention the colorful plants we have on the deck.  But as we looked out, two squirrels had climbed on to the railing of our deck.  I was watching them like a hawk as some squirrel had gotten into one of my plants a couple weeks prior and had a field day digging!  I was ready to knock on the window hard to prevent that from happening. But that didn’t occur.  Norman and I stood very still.  Those squirrels started grooming themselves, just like a dog would.  But what happened next was a rare site.  One squirrel went over to the other one and licked it…then he began grooming and picking stuff off the other one.  It was so sweet and kind; this routine went on for several minutes.  It was so apparent that it was a sign of affection from one squirrel to the other.  The squirrel getting the royal spa treatment closed his eyes at one point as if to say, “Ah, this feels sooo good!”  It was amazing to watch.  Then the squirrel giving the bath and treatment even lifted the other one’s tail and rubbed it to get bugs, debris and whatever off.  In all my years on this earth, I have never witnessed such a display of affection between two creatures.  Norman said the same thing.  They were on the rail of the deck for at least 5-7 minutes, engaged with one another.  Norman and I didn’t dare move.  We sure didn’t want to disrupt them and this ritual.

Both of us tried to listen to our son, but I have to say at this point, we were greatly distracted.

The old adage says, “A picture is worth a thousand words.”  I’m including a picture that Norman snapped quickly of these two precious creatures.  I hope it gives you an image of what was taking place.

Even more than that, I think there are many spiritual connections we can make to this image of the squirrels.

God loves us so much.  He sent Jesus to earth to die in our place.  When we accept Jesus as our Savior and into our hearts and lives, He becomes that “friend that sticks closer than a brother”.  Just like that little pal squirrel who came alongside his buddy, Jesus comes alongside of us (if we allow Him) and “cleans us off”.  Through His Word, the Holy Spirit, friends, church and circumstances, Jesus removes the gnats, fleas, and varmints that are causing us to stumble. 

Just a few weeks ago, I went to my friend, Jesus, to ask Him to help me clean up an attitude I had about a situation at church.  It took several days, but He did just that.  I couldn’t do it on my own.  My attitude stunk, and I knew I needed His help to get past it.  After He spoke to my heart and did a number on me, I was like that little squirrel getting the spa treatment.  “Oh, thank you, Father.  Nothing feels so good as your conviction, cleansing and healing power!  You and only you know how to free up!”

Look around you, friends.  God is constantly “speaking” through all types of things!