Miracles – take II

Just a few days ago I shared the saga of the incredible miracle God worked in my life by making clear who my husband should be.

Just retelling the story reminded me of God’s faithfulness…and there are even more details to the story I could’ve included that highlights His power and faithfulness.

But, as life so often does, something happened even as I was writing and trying to compose that story.

My cousin, Robin, who is like a younger brother to me was diagnosed last year with stage 4 mouth cancer.  He chewed tobacco for years; that one habit led to his cancer diagnosis.  Thankfully, he received incredible care at City of Hope, and his surgery was so successful.  After the surgery, he endured chemotherapy, radiation and had to have bone grafts taken from his leg to do jaw reconstruction.  It’s been a long journey for him. 

In April and May of this year, Robin had an MRI and CAT scan that showed no signs of the cancer.  We were rejoicing and praising the Lord!  All of us thought he was out of the woods and healed from cancer.

But In July – on his birthday, his wife took him back to City of Hope as his eye was so swollen and inflamed.  After much testing and speculating, oncologists came in with the news.  The cancer had spread and was behind his eye as well as in his jugular.  To say we were devastated is an understatement.

Initially, when I heard the news, I broke down. I wasn’t with him or near him.  It hit me hard.  And to be honest, I questioned the Lord.

I didn’t understand…and still don’t.

Not only did I question God, but I was angry with Him for a day or more.

Are you reading this saga and judging me. 

Are you telling me you’ve never questioned God?

I KNOW God didn’t cause Robin’s cancer; I know it was filtered through His divine hands…and somehow He will use it for good.

But for a while, I questioned.  I asked.  I said, “Why?”

My cuz didn’t have the same kind of family I did growing up.  And even as a kid, I realized it.  I questioned God then too as I had it sooo good.  Robin, not so much.  It seemed he had an uphill climb from early on.  My parents and grandmother provided stability and security for him that he didn’t receive from his home life.

I know God had a plan then – and still does.

Fast forward to today.

I had to pray and ask God to help me remember several truths:

Isaiah 55:8-9 “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord.  As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.”   I wasn’t made to understand it all, nor do I need to.

I know God has the power and ability to perform a miracle and totally heal my cousin.  Will He choose to?  I don’t know.  But I do know from His Word and my own experience, He can be trusted and is a good and perfect Father.  I’ve lived long enough to KNOW the words of the Bible are true.  And I’ve experienced His faithfulness too many times to question…but I did.  We all do.

Is it right to get upset with God if He doesn’t perform a miracle? 

Will I turn my back on Him when I don’t understand the circumstances?

God uses pain, heartbreak, suffering and trials to teach us and draw us closer to His throne.  And to mold us into His image, the image of His Son, Jesus

Even the other night as I paused to pray for my precious cuz and all he’s enduring, I was reminded of 5 specific miracles God had performed in my lifetime (besides answering my prayer and providing my husband).  That’s HUGE!  The Lord brought even more to my mind and heart since then.

So, what’s the point?

Again, I know He is capable.

But is there a reason why He chooses not to in this situation?

I’m not sure.  All I know is I will follow, believe, serve and trust my Heavenly Father — even if He doesn’t perform a miracle.  Even if I don’t understand the circumstances.  That’s where faith comes in. 

Today, it dawned on me that when I was growing up, I loved my daddy.  He was my hero and larger than life.  But there were numerous times I didn’t understand him.  Sometimes I didn’t understand:

Things he said to me

Decisions he made

Rules he set

Things he was so dogmatic about (my curfew being one)

His boundaries

His sterness at time

His gruffness in conveying a message

His quietness

His ability to be quiet and not be talkative

My list could go on and on.  As I got older, I don’t know if I gained wisdom or God showed me what a blessing He bestowed on me in giving me a dad who had clear expectations, wanted the best for me, and his “yes” was “yes” and “no” was “no.  If you remember, I’m an only child.  So I know there were times Dad spoiled me.  But never did he give in to me out of emotion.  I don’t remember even one time.  Do you know what security that created in me?

If I could have one more conversation with him in heaven, I would tell Dad some of these things and how grateful I was and am to have been so abundantly blessed with a father who made the tough calls.  He took the hits when I got upset or mad with him.  The line never moved.  And through all of that, he taught me to obey, to be responsible and to think of others. 

My point?

I didn’t have to understand my daddy.  All I had to do was keep trusting that He loved me and wanted the best for me.

Years later, as a parent and a much-older-daughter, I clearly SEE and REALIZE the wisdom, discernment and incredible sacrificial love Dad had for me.

It’s even more true of my Heavenly Father.

So I asked Him to forgive me for getting angry…for being demanding…for not trusting His plan and WANTING MY way. 

I further confessed that I would pray diligently for my cousin with a totally different attitude and perspective.

And I thanked God for His omnipotence and faithfulness in ALL the miracles He had poured out in my life, ones I was undeserving of.

Bottom line.  Will you keep loving, trusting and serving God, even if the miracle you’re praying for doesn’t come? 

Do you love the gift or the giver?

I’m thankful for a God who loves me even when I question Him.  And is patient, merciful and forgiving enough to put up with a child like me.

Miracles

A few weeks ago, my hubby and I celebrated 36 years of marriage.  Our blessed event occurred on July 7, 1990 or “7-7 @ 7” as my hubby likes to say.  Normally, I don’t write on my blog about super personal issues unless God prompts me to include them.  But today, I interrupt our regularly scheduled topic to write about our union.

My husband and I have been reading through the New Testament this summer.  As part of our daily program, we’ve had lots of days where we’ve been in Matthew.  Many of the readings have covered Jesus healing numerous people and performing miracles.  I know there are many adults who struggle with these miracles.  I never have.  When Jesus walked the earth, I KNOW He had the power and healed the blind, deaf/mute, paralyzed, infirmed or even those that needed demons cast out. We’ve traveled to Israel and even witnessed the exact locations or historical places where these miracles occurred.  It only confirmed for me what I knew in my heart.   I still KNOW He has the power to heal.  I’ve seen it in my immediate family and with friends. 

I have been a believer in Jesus since I was a young child of 10.  Since that time, I’ve witnessed miracles…things that could only be explained by the touch from the Master. 

My husband and I were talking about this very thing – miracles we’ve witnessed in our own lives and/or the lives of family members.

One of the biggest in my life is how I met my husband.  My story is not just one of finding my soul mate or the love of my life.  It’s a true story of how God orchestrated events and circumstances to bring us together.   It’s a true tale of a miracle of major proportions that only God Almighty could’ve directed.

A young girl of 14, I was in a small group Sunday School class with other 8th grade girls.  Our teacher was a godly lady named Jeanette Cathy.  I loved her dearly.  You may recognize her last name; her hubby was Truett Cathy, best known for being the founder and successful entrepreneur of Chick-fil-A, Inc. – in my opinion, the best and most unusual fried chicken sandwich.  I didn’t love Mrs. Cathy because she was Truett’s wife; it didn’t matter to me how much money she had or who she was married to.  I loved her because she invested in me and the other girls.  It was obvious how much she truly cared about each of us.  She didn’t just teach us the Bible – she reached out and taught by example what it meant to love and care as Jesus did so I sat up and listened when she taught because she invested in me.

One morning in Sunday School, Mrs. Cathy said, “Girls, it’s not too early to start praying about who your husband will be.”  I don’t know about the other girls, but this statement got my attention.  My husband?!  I was living in the “here and now” thinking of boyfriends but never a husband! 

She proceeded.” When I was your age, I prayed and asked God to make it obvious who my husband should be.  Around this same time, I had reoccurring dreams of a man riding up on a white horse.  I never connected my prayers with the dream.”

She then relayed the story about her mom telling her a new family had moved in down the dirt road from them.  Shortly afterwards, one of their sons came riding up on a white horse.  It was Truett.  After a period of time, she and Truett became “courting” (her word back then).  Him riding up on that white horse was her “sign” from God that Truett was the one God intended for her.  Needless to say, there are a few more details to her story, but that’s what I remembered.  My take away: God was faithful in answering her prayer and making it clear who HE wanted her husband to be. 

I was in awe and thought her story was one of the coolest I had ever heard!

Upon hearing her testimony of God’s faithfulness, I began to pray and asked God to make it so evident who my husband should be.  During this time in my life (8th grade – 14 years old), I felt extremely wishy washy and fickle.  I somewhat knew what I wanted in a boyfriend/mate, but not really. I’d like a boy one day, and then the next I’d be turned off by something ridiculous he said, how he styled his hair or some other silly reason.  I told the Lord I wanted His choice and asked Him to do a miracle as he did for Mrs. Cathy and make it obvious who my husband should be.

I dated some in high school and had some serious boyfriends.  Fast forward to college.  I had a very serious boyfriend in college, but I knew he wasn’t “the one”. 

During the end of my senior year of college, my best girlfriend and one of my best guy friends got engaged.  I was truly happy for each one of them.  But, I distinctly remember walking by myself back to my dorm on campus (after celebrating the engagement of one of my dearest friends).  I prayed aloud to God as I walked.

“Lord, have you forgotten me?  You  know better than me that I’m going into a female-dominated profession. There’s not much chance of me meeting the man of my dreams in the elementary school where I’ll be teaching.  Do you see me?  Hear me?  Please answer my prayer and reveal to me who my husband will be.”

I continued to pray regularly for God to show me and make the decision obvious so I wouldn’t make a mistake and marry the wrong person.  I knew the BEST would come from HIM vs. me.  I continued to ask Him for guidance, direction and to make it extremely obvious.

After college graduation, I moved back to my parents’ home and taught in a wonderful local elementary school in my hometown and the county I grew up in.  In addition to loving my job of teaching 4th graders, I was busy in my church teaching and serving.  One of the ministries I was involved with was the orchestra.  Our church had a phenomenal choir and orchestra.  I began playing my clarinet in our orchestra when I was in junior high school and continued throughout college.  Our “Baptist Band” had grown into a full-fledge professional sounding orchestra with every instrument and even strings.

Each year our music ministry traveled to a retreat center in Toccoa.  We’d spend the weekend practicing Christmas music, getting ready for The Living Christmas Tree program that ran for numerous days/evenings.  This particular year was the first time I had been on the retreat.

The conference center in Toccoa was so refreshing.  It wasn’t anything fancy, but it had a warmth and feeling of home about it.  I walked into the large auditorium where we would be rehearsing.

I was looking around as I got my clarinet out of the case and began putting it together.  There were probably twenty glass windows that went from the ceiling to the floor that surrounded the building and provided an incredible view of a beautiful lake.  As I looked out those picture windows, I could see the gorgeous lake, the green dense forest and the picturesque and serene surrounding area. All of it was just lovely…a perfect spot for a retreat.

As I gazed at the beauty of the scenery outside, out of my periphery I saw a man standing across from me on the other side of the auditorium.  He was holding a violin (I later found out it was a viola); he was tall, dark and handsome.  I didn’t know who he was or his name; I didn’t know where he had come from (I knew everyone in the 35+ piece orchestra as well as the much-larger choir); and where he had appeared from!  At that moment, it was as if the Lord literally tapped me on the shoulder.  I distinctly heard , “He will be your husband one day.”

To say I was stunned would be an understatement.  It’s been close to 40 years since I had that encounter with the Lord, but I still recall it vividly. 

I knew in that ordinary but sacred moment, God had answered my prayers!!  I was in awe but grateful.

That weekend I found out the man’s name and got to know him.

He was handsome, and what I knew about him, I liked.

When I got back home, I shared the entire story with my mother.  I wasn’t sure what my dad would think, but I knew some friends would think I had lost my mind.

My mother kept what I told her confidential until I shared details with a few family/friends.  And I think she knew from that moment on, I was smitten.

I don’t know if I began liking this man or God developed that in me because of what He told me.

Norman was the man’s name; we became friends; both of us played in our church’s orchestra and were actively involved in the singles’ ministry at our church. 

Several close friends knew how I felt about Norman.  Fellow teacher friends of mine that taught at the same school and/or the same grade knew I was smitten with him.  Some prodded and encouraged me to ask him out (since he was giving me mixed signals and NOT asking me out).  But I waited; I trusted what God told me.

Norman traveled to China and smuggled Bibles.  During that same year and same summer, I traveled to Liberia, West Africa where I taught missionaries’ children and children in the bush.

When we returned from those individual mission trips, Norman FINALLY asked me out on a first date!

It was two long excruciating years before Norman asked me out on a date.  Two years from the time I first heard, “He will be your husband one day.” But I believed and waited.

I remember our first date like yesterday…the excitement but nervousness I felt…what I wore, what he wore, and he brought me flowers. We went to a fancy restaurant in Atlanta that’s no longer there and talked forever; it was comfortable from the start.  Afterwards, we went to see a play at The Fox Theater in Atlanta.  It was The Odd Couple.  The play was good and funny, but it was uncomfortable as the couple sitting in front of us kept making out in between scenes.  It was super awkward!

He told me many months later that he almost asked me to marry him on our first date.  And if he had, I would’ve said “yes”!  That was because I was convinced of what God whispered to me that day in Toccoa when God literally spoke to me and pointed out my future husband.

There’s much more to “our story”.  I’ll save his part of the saga for next time.

Why do I share this account of how I met my husband?  It’s not to pass on a wonderful love story, even though ours was and is.  It’s not to share a personal nugget from my past.

I share to let you know that the One True Mighty God that came to earth in the form of a man and put on bones and flesh, He is still in the miracle business.  Jesus, who was also God, walked the earth thousands of years ago.  He healed the lame, the sick, the deaf, the mute, the blind and the demon-possessed.  He healed hearts and lives.

Today, He still heals.  And He still answers prayers.

And He still performs a miracle by understanding a young girl’s heart and answering prayers of a 14-year old girl!

By the way, several years ago, I was asked to share this testimony at a women’s event for Valentine’s Day being held at our church.   Little did I know that Jeanette Cathy was in attendance with her daughter, Trudy.  She waited for me afterwards and told me how much my testimony meant to her.  She had no idea the impact she had on me, my Christian walk or my life.

Praise be to God for His faithfulness in bringing my husband to me!

For those who struggle with the idea that God is sovereign and in control of world events as well as your own little world.  Here are just a few things God had to orchestrate:

Norman’s dad had a brain aneurysm in 1985…totally unexpected.  Bill almost died, but God restored his health.  But this major tragedy is what God used for Norman to put in a transfer with the FAA to get closer to his aging parents in Nashville, TN.  The God of the Universe used this health scare to get my future husband to Georgia…and specifically to me!

When I was in the 7th grade, my mother had me choose between two favorite pastimes…ballet and clarinet.  She said I couldn’t keep doing both due to the time or money.  I needed to make a decision, and she left that up to me.  I didn’t know until years later that she was so disappointed I chose clarinet over ballet.  God was apparently in that decision, even though I don’t really remember praying or consulting Him.  What if I had chosen ballet?  Would God have brought us together through different means?

Norman moved here from Albuquerque, NM; that city was where he was first sent when he was hired as an air traffic controller with the FAA.  While he was there, the Baptist church he was actively involved in went through a very difficult period, and Norman left and went to another church.  The LAST place he wanted to attend was a Baptist church when he moved to GA, but that’s where God lead him for us to meet!

These scenarios are just a tip of the iceberg of what God had to be in control of to bring Norman and me together. It truly humbles and astounds me to think of His sovereignty and power!!

Do you believe God still performs miracles?

Fortress

As I continue highlighting some of the names of God, one that is meaningful to me is God is My Fortress.

Why is this name of God an important one?

Let’s examine the name and find out.

Years ago, my husband and I had the privilege of traveling to Switzerland.  Most of our time was spent in the quaint town of Lucerne.  One of my most vivid memories from there was a bridge that overlooked the Swiss Alps.  While we were there, we toured various scenic places.  One of our first points of interest was a tall castle.  The castle wasn’t ornate in any way, but it was just a large stone vertical structure. I don’t remember the name.  What I recall about this castle was not its history or its beauty.   What stood out to me was its stability.  It was like a tall, narrow spike that stretched to the sky, built back in the 1800s.  There was a spiral staircase that coiled around all the way to the top.  I specifically recall this section of the castle as I met someone from my home state of GA and even my home county as we walked/talked to the top.  My husband teases me constantly that we can’t go somewhere without me running into someone I know.  But I digress.  That is NOT the point of my story. 

Other than meeting an acquaintance in a distant land, what stands out in my mind from this castle that we visited some 35+ years ago was what a strong, well-built and safe structure it was.  I couldn’t even imagine an enemy attacking this castle and being successful in destroying it.  It seemed extremely stable, secure and indestructible. 

In reality, I know it could’ve been easily destroyed.

But I remember just being stunned that something could’ve been designed and built during that time period to withstand wind, other violent weather or enemies from all around or even a surprise attack.  This castle seemed impregnable.

How does this relate to God being our fortress?

According to Webster’s dictionary, a fortress is a fortified place of safety, a stronghold or citadel.

One of the Bible verses that comes to mind is Psalm 62:5-8 “Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from Him.  He alone is my rock and my salvation; He is my fortress; I will not be shaken. “

This verse from the Psalmist, David, reminds us that God Himself is our fortress.  Unlike that castle that seemed to be impenetrable, God is a TRUE fortress that protects, defends and perfectly provides a place of safety and refuge.  He doesn’t change His mind about us; His character is such that His promises are true.  And He provides a firm foundation that will last throughout eternity.  As scripture reminds, our foundation is eternal and firm; it is the opposite of sinking sand.

Why is that important?  Why does this matter?

I don’t know about you, but when difficult or unexpected circumstances hit, I NEED a place of refuge…a place that brings me comfort and security.  It doesn’t mean the circumstances change or that He wipes them away.  But He stabilizes me; He provides security and a place of safety that doesn’t move, shift or shake.

Just within my circle of family and friends, I know so many who have gone through much in the last few months or years.  Here’s just a few:

Diagnosis of brain cancer…not being able to talk well afterwards; mobility issues and a host of other side effects

One who committed suicide due to mental illness.  The family is devastated.

A child taken to heaven by cancer at the age of 3.

Seizures that began in an adolescent of 13…no epilepsy.  Doctors are stumped as to why.

A wonderful godly couple has a baby that’s stillborn.

And the list is endless. 

I just mentioned a few of these scenarios, but I could type out an entire page full.  Hopefully, you get my point.

What happens when life throws you a curveball like this?  When your world is turned upside down?  Where do you turn?

Even without some of these MAJOR trials, just the everyday stresses of life can weigh one down.

I’ve experienced some curve balls in my life, and I can honestly say the first place I turned was to God. 

Why?  Because He tells me to do so as His child.  And because He is faithful!  I KNOW I can depend on Him.

He won’t reject me; He won’t abandon me; He will listen and let me vent.

Even more than that, He will give PEACE even in the midst of THE most difficult circumstances! 

He is a true fortress, even stronger and more secure than the Switzerland castle.  He won’t move, shake or collapse.

Just as that castle gave me the feeling of security (even if it was false security), God as my fortress provides REAL and LASTING security.  He won’t let me go. He is reliable and faithful, in a way that no human being will ever be. 

Do you remember when you were a small toddler or child?  If you got afraid or uneasy, you might wrap your arms around your mom’s legs and hide behind her or cling to her.  Why does a kid do that?  Because momma is their security; momma is their safe place.  She will protect; she can be trusted.  She is safe, reliable and has the child’s best interest at heart.

How much more will our perfect, sovereign, divine, eternal, omnipotent and omniscient God be a fortress for us?

God is our safe place; He has proven He can be trusted time and again.  His Word proves that, but He proved that by making a way to get back into a right relationship with Him.  He gave up His precious son for you and me.  He knew Jesus would have to suffer; He knew Jesus would die an excruciating death in paying for your sins and mine.  And yet, He still sent Him.  He did that out of love for you and me.

People today are in chaos, tossed to and fro.  Material possessions don’t offer security. 

Anxiety and depression are on the rise in youth, some as young as age 10.

Violence is escalating in our world.

When life is in turmoil, a solid foundation that doesn’t crumble, move or shake provides a firm footing and REAL peace. Only God, through His Son, Jesus offers that strong fortress.  It’s a comfort and security even more stable and comforting than a mother’s leg.  It’s perfect, holy and sure.  And even more than the strongest castle, God provides a fortress that can’t be penetrated or even rocked.  How amazing is that?

What are you clinging to?  Is He your fortress?

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?