Doorway to Hope

Times and Seasons

2011-08-27T19:45:00.000-04:00

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens...Ecclesiastes 3:1

Times and seasons frame our days, months, and years. September marks the beginning of a new year in many ways: new school year, summer's last hurrah, and autumn in the air.

As the end of August approaches, September brings additional assignments and opportunities my way. After reviewing my to do and stop doing lists, I realize the time devoted to blogging on this page will not be part of this season. I will not write posts for a season (undetermined in length).

I am grateful for each follower, reader, and commenter at this Doorway to Hope. Your words added to the topics, perspectives, and discussions on the posts. You enriched my journey.

Wishing you well in this time and in this season.

In joy,

Donna

Transformed by Love, Light and Life

2011-08-22T22:26:00.000-04:00

I awakened as slivers of dawn's light exchanged places with blankets of darkness. I began thinking thanks to God for love, light, life - for loved ones in the hospital, for healing, for help... Love, light, and life flooded my heart. In the presence of Light, I am changed.

What a contrast from a few weeks earlier when early morning thoughts included to do lists and strategies for problems. I remembered to give thanks once I fully awakened.

Ah, how much more preferable to spill out gratitude first and early. Whether day or night - gratitude gives way to love, light, and life.

Spending time recuperating opens opportunities for transforming perceptions - an unexpected gift during these quiet August days and nights.

How exquisite your love, O God!...You're a fountain of cascading light, and you open our eyes to light. Psalm 36:7,9 (The Message)

Along with Ann's Gratitude Community, I am counting gifts from Love, Light, and Life.

#1066 - #1070
soaking rain for parched ground
vase filled with peachy pink Gerbera daisies
almonds and raisins for snacking
multiple pillows
cool nights

#1071 - #1075
practical help from family
- trips up and down stairs
- laundry washed, dried, and folded
- meal preparation
- prayers

#1076 - #1080
freshly made popcorn
conversation time
dreaming dreams
hearing hopes
celebrating 32 years of loving commitment

#1081 - #1085
taking small steps
celebrating new life
sitting with bereaved friends
supporting weary hands
giving thanks early

In joy,

Walking by Faith? Begin with Small Steps

2011-08-19T15:01:00.001-04:00

Recently, I received a new shoe - just one. The nurse who applied it to my right foot after surgery advised me that I had to wear it all the time - yes 24/7.

Hospital discharge instructions permitted me to walk on the heel of my new shoe.

One stark problem emerged: the sharp pain from placing weight even just on the heel sent me reeling backwards onto my bed!

Well, I find it amusing that an Aha! occurred in my inert position on the bed:

We learn to walk by taking small steps

I progressed from one stage of recovery to another by taking baby steps - literally! Strengthening my physical walk parallels strengthening my spiritual walk.

We often refer to the Christian life as walking by faith.

Small steps to walking by faith include:

celebrating incremental progress, e.g., finding a grace gift in the middle of a messy moment or tough days
practicing faithfulness in disciplines of worship, prayer, Scripture reading, service, and simplicity
growing in love - the vehicle through which faith works: receiving the love of God enables us to love

For in Christ Jesus neither circumcision nor uncircumcision counts for anything, but only faith working through love. Galatians 5:6 ESV

Small steps pave the way for growth in this walk of faith...I share these words today from a heart that knows the value of taking small steps in this faith walk.

Please pray with me to remember this truth as I hesitantly take small steps in my physical recovery...

Hoping fully,

Take a moment to join the Faith Barista Jam and serve your cup of small acts of faith.

Framing praises

2011-08-03T22:45:00.000-04:00

From the rising of the sun to its setting, the name of the LORD is to be praised! Psalm 113:3

Sun rises, sun sets;
Day in and day out
creation praises the name of the LORD;
Question is: will I praise or simply doubt?

Sun rises, sun sets;
Framing the praises we bring;
Before the rising and setting sun
I sing to the Savior, Redeemer, the King.

Sun rises, sun sets;
Whether the day smoothly flows or hits a dead end,
circumstances don't have to hold sway;
Praise to the Lord transcends each pathway bend.

Sun rises, sun sets;
This new month reminds me to live
fully with increased praise for the Name above all.
The solar movement frames that praise I give.

In joy,

Little Joys

2011-08-01T23:45:00.001-04:00

Throughout the past week, I intentionally sought awareness of little joys - those moments that make me smile and bubble forth thanks. I noticed that the more aware I became of little joys, the sooner I identified them - and the lighter my mood became!

Today, I join Ann's multitude of friends writing gratitude lists

I am grateful for little joys, such as:

#1056 - 1065

three young adults embarking on holy adventures
three young teen boys declaring their manhood moments

tasty banana pudding
delicious marinated cucumbers (picked fresh from the garden)

assignments completed
planning for weeks ahead

grace and forgiveness for grouchy mood
decision to seek joy

cheerful phone message about mission completed
swimming goal met

Hope you find little joys this week!

Life-enhancing impressions

2011-07-25T23:32:00.000-04:00

I grind my teeth at night. Who knew?

A recent morning in the dentist chair was revealing - in many ways.

My dentist discovered that I grind my teeth when the effects of grinding left a mark on two teeth. The teeth broke.

So, I found myself in the chair making an impression, so that a night guard can help minimize the effects of teeth grinding.

During this year of transformation - becoming, I am being transformed by the impressions I make and that are made in me.

Words are transforming; I am using them; they are finding me - bringing healing and hope

Worry weighs us down; a cheerful word picks us up. Proverbs 12:25 (The Message)

This week begins with gratitude for impressions - gifts - that lighten the spirit, soul and body.

#1038 - #1055

dental insurance
knowledgable dentist and hygienist
smiles

celebrating new parents
connecting with friends
dancing with a 21 month old girl

shared meal
movie night with friends
healing prayers

bringing order to deskspace
praying through challenges
receiving assistance

new neighbors
cooler temps
peaceful heart

hearing truth
extending grace
sitting still - knowing God a bit more

Impressions transforming...

What happens when faith leads the way

2011-07-14T23:54:00.005-04:00

While pregnant with our second child, a request from the doctor led to blood tests for my husband and me in order to rule out a genetic disorder. We already had a child and had undergone genetic testing in a large medical center, so I was unconcerned.

When the test results came back trait positive for both of us, I sat stunned listening to the doctor list the chances (25%) that our child would be born with a genetic disorder.

Throughout the remaining five months of pregnancy, I memorized and meditated on scriptures I had written on index cards. We prayed for health and wholeness. I had faith to believe for a healthy baby.

Ten days after our child arrived, the pediatrician called to tell me that the precious infant resting in my arms did have the genetic disorder.

How could this be?! I thought that my faith would prevent such a diagnosis. My heart hurt with thoughts of what could be. My child - now an adult - taught me, by example, how to live by faith.

What I learned over the years is that:

my faith enabled me to have peace with God - through fun times and tough times
faith gave me access to grace - the grace I stand in daily
I could rejoice in hope of the glory of God - no matter the circumstance

This faith-leading lifestyle unfolded step by step - not all at once. When I faltered in faith, grace allowed me to stand again. Faith enabled me to hope.

Therefore, since we have been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. Through him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God. Romans 5:1-2

I continue to grow in faith - rejoicing in hope.

Join me at the Faith Barista's Jam and share a story of faith.

Remember when...?

2011-07-11T23:20:00.003-04:00

I enjoy hearing stories from parents and grandparents about their children (and grandchildren). I often think back to years long gone when my two young adults were babies. What lingers vividly in my memory are not sleepless nights and colic-y cries, but the curious looks and Gumby-like facial contortions; the doubled-over laughter and top of the lungs singing.

At the end of several hours of intense numbers crunching, a friend came to my desk to show a picture on her smart phone. Two weeks old Sophia lay swaddled in a blanket nestled in a baby carrier. That one picture changed my countenance. I felt gratitude bubbling from my heart and head - spilling over from my mouth.

How amazing to watch newborn babies acclimate to their new environments oblivious to all but required needs - sleeping, eating, and eliminating.

Their power to evoke Creator praise astounds me. So with this in mind, I join thanks-givers at Ann's blog and write thanks to the One who gives and gives and gives.

You've had a taste of God. Now, like infants at the breast, drink deep of God's pure kindness. Then you'll grow up mature and whole in God. 1 Peter 2:2-3 The Message

#1028 - 1037

Sophia's hand to the brow at 2 weeks old

Milan leaning into her daddy's hands as he massages her scalp

Big brother, Jaden, gently kissing baby's forehead

Sydney dancing for the summer

Sienna prancing proudly in her ruffled dress

CJ's careful study of faces before him

Marguerite's four grands - who are grand indeed

Tales from Abby's curious and loving three grandsons and single granddaughter

Littlest one born so soon - living daily

Drinking deeply of God's pure kindness

Remember when...?

In joy,

Unstuck and Digging Anew

2011-07-08T22:32:00.001-04:00

During the last two weeks of May this year, I took advantage of a family trip to schedule whitespace time for me (as defined by the Faith Barista). I felt depleted and parched. The moments of spiritual rest - unhurried time with the Lord- restored my weary soul.

While in the UK, I heard a sermon titled Wells Old and New that focused on the story of Isaac unstopping old and digging new wells. As I thought about wells, I recognized that I am in a new season of life (age-wise) and I must dig new wells - new habits, renewed focus, expanded trust with corresponding actions in the presence of the Lord began the process.

As I sat with these thoughts, the words of Isaiah 12 played over and over again on my internal iPod. Within those words resided well unstopping and digging instructions for me in this season:

Praise God - every day - throughout the day
Trust and do not be afraid
Recognize the Lord as my strength and my song
Joyfully draw water from the wells of salvation - He is my salvation!
Give thanks to the Lord
Call out to the Lord
Tell people what the Lord has done
Proclaim His exalted name out loud
Sing for joy

Since returning to my daily routines, I am more aware of my wells that are unstopped and new wells being dug - this is a daily process. Throughout the day I draw water from the well...and out of me living water flows...

Please Sir, may I have some more?

2011-07-06T07:35:00.000-04:00

One of my favorite books from childhood, Oliver Twist, implanted hope in my heart at an early age. Oliver's sincere and open heart remained, even as he experienced tough
times and harsh treatment. Oliver's caretaker sold him into evil hands all because he asked for more food.

As a child, I lived a timid existence - afraid to speak up and ask questions. As I grew to understand who I am in all aspects of my being: physically, intellectually, emotionally and spiritually, I noticed that hope can exist in my heart even when life circumstances turn my insides upside down!

Years ago, I learned from Habakkuk to ask the Lord questions. He moved from asking two questions (a bit of complaining included) and waiting for the Lord's response. Life did not magically get better for Habakkuk (it didn't for Oliver either).

However, hearing God's response brought a prayer to Habakkuk's lips and a resolve to rejoice in the Lord no matter what was happening around him.

Recently, when life circumstances turned my insides upside down; when my understanding of situations left me perplexed, I remembered to ask for what I needed.

Please, Lord, may I have some more peace, wisdom, strength?

I sat back and waited and experienced joy while waiting. Amazing that Grace, isn't He?

One Picture - Many Takes

2011-06-21T23:30:00.004-04:00

While strolling from room to room in the National Gallery (London), I entered an exhibit titled: Take One Picture. The painting, Tobias and the Angel, provided a cross-curricular focus for primary grade students to creatively develop works of art using the story from the painting.

The exhibit awakened my senses as I moved around the room: my eyes moved from one object to another. I touched textile creations. I heard music inspired by the painting. I saw elegantly crafted fish and squares of colors that mimicked the colors and patterns in the painting.

A large metal sculpture made from scraps testified of the blending of science and art as interpreted and fashioned by students.

While slowly moving from one piece to another, my memories of the American Studies course from my junior year in high school flooded my mind. The course spanned the period from 1700 - 1950. The cross curricular plan made the course alive for me. We studied the history, literature, art and music of each time period simultaneously throughout the school year. The course was challenging in many ways. It was also one of the most interesting and life-changing method of learning I had ever known.

I still enjoy learning a topic across various disciplines.

What is your favorite way to learn?

Remembering Fathers

2011-06-17T18:54:00.000-04:00

As Father's Day approaches, my thoughts linger on memories of my father. My father would have 'turned' 95 years old on June 6. He died in 1993. While my father did not live with my mother and their five children, he was present in my life and taught me life lessons. I learned to be a responsible worker from him. I learned to accept the way in which he demonstrated love - giving money or goods. When I was 17 years old, I asked my father to please choose a gift for me and not give me money. He bought me a camel colored winter coat with puffed sleeves and scroll work stitched on the collar. I treasured that coat and kept it for many years. Taking the coat to a second-hand shop felt like giving away a precious jewel.

Today, my friend Barbara and her siblings traveled across states to visit their father. His memory fails him at crucial times and he may need to move out of his home. I think of this family and pray for father and children to hear each other - to take action that meets their needs as a family.

Tonight, I remember John. John - a dear friend with the spiritual heart of the Father - died in November 2010 when his physical heart rested. He taught me that in order to have the Father's heart, I needed to receive the Father's love - just as the prodigal son did.

John visited The Hermitage in St. Petersburg and spent hours viewing Rembrandt's The Return of the Prodigal Son. He said at various points during his time at the museum, he saw himself as the prodigal son, the elder brother, and the father. John served as a spiritual father to so many. I miss him here.

I am grateful for the example of fathering I see in my husband. Experiencing his intentional, willing to grow, patient and gracious approach to our children healed wounds in my heart. I am grateful to know and deeply love him.

Henri Nouwen, in Return of the Prodigal Son: A Story of Homecoming eloquently writes about being a son and being a compassionate father.

Thus for my sake, Jesus becomes the younger son as well as the elder son in order to show me how to become the Father. Through him I can become a true son again and, as a true son, I finally can grow to be compassionate as our heavenly Father is. p. 127

I am so grateful to Father God for showing me what He requires of me, providing life through Jesus and the power of the Holy Spirit to live out that requirement to:
"do justice, love kindness, and walk humbly with my God." (Micah 6:8).

My transformation continues...

Stop by the Faith Barista Jam today and share your thoughts on fathers.

Being Still - Knowing God - Giving Thanks

2011-06-06T23:24:00.094-04:00

I recently traveled to England with seven family members. The time away restored my soul. The combination of a slower pace and attuned ear resulted in a depth of stillness that I do not experience often enough. Trust and thankfulness flowed from this stillness.

Be still and know that I am God. I will be exalted among the nations. I will be exalted in the earth! Psalm 46:10

The end of May echoed the beginning: counting gifts given freely by the Exalted One.

Numbering the gifts and giving thanks day by day for:

#961 - #1027

May 21
scrubbing floors; gathering clothes to give away; packing for two in one suitcase; grace for flight challenges; safe drive to the airport; yielding to rest

May 22
luggage glitch - clarity reached; pleasant car ride; beautiful accomodations for eight; strolling city streets; sitting in the park with Mom; history framed on walls

May 23
safe arrival of three; glimpse of the Queen; walking on ancient floors; religious freedom; eying London; reading her story; long-distance greetings

May 24
sights and sounds of Piccadilly Circus; tea and biscuits with new friend; hearing the voice of the Prince; family walk; children jumping rope; public transportation

May 25
verdant Kent countryside; Canterbury; napping in the people-mover; lovely dining hall; walking through disappointment; dreamy bed linens

May 26
Merton tour; rain-facilitated rest; multi-colored hues in courtyard garden; cooking with Sis; witnessing legacy; reading Digging to America

May 27
flying pigs; lunch with colleagues; climbing narrow stairs to the rooftop; late night van ride; grace for flexibility; reading 1611 King James Bible under glass

May 28
moments to connect; solemn and special graduation ceremony; her beautiful, bountiful hair; doorways and hope; pub dinner to celebrate

May 29
worshipping with believers in a foreign land; garden walk; packing for home; contemplating wells - old and new; resolve to write; agreeing in prayer; ginger cookies

May 30
raindrops and farewells; giving way; 31 years of team work; wise, adventurous husband; airport shopping; conversation in flight

May 31
slow pace; grocery shopping; sharing life stories; cooking dinner at home; listening to Mama; parking lot chat

Consider joining the Gratitude Community in counting gifts and giving thanks!

Question: Quit or Not Quit?

2011-05-19T23:47:00.000-04:00

"Discovering the truth about ourselves is a lifetime's work, but it's worth the effort." Fred Rogers

Quit ~ defined as stop, leave, discontinue

I had been pondering a decision: quit two of the three volunteer activities in which I am involved. I journaled, prayed, quietly considered the matter. Then one day, I decided: I will do it! I will quit {stop, leave, discontinue} the two activities...

...until my overthinking, hard to let go, unsure mind relented.

I couldn't quit?!!

So, when the notice arrived regarding a mandatory evening meeting for the two activities on the same evening I had committed to joining friends at a worship event, I was torn.

What to do now?

I asked the Lord and heard nothing...at least not until 90 minutes prior to the simultaneous start of both the meeting and the event.

I picked up the phone to resign the volunteer roles. As soon as I uttered the words: "I am discontinuing my volunteer duties," peace rolled in like a red carpet - and I walked on to the event with friends.

Why did it take so long to decide?

Several thoughts came to mind as I processed this situation:

the activities I volunteered for were worthy and suited my gifts and talents
since I completed training for these two roles, I felt obligated to give back
my hesitance in quitting, in part, reflected my tendency to elevate the routine and known over the unusual (or different) and unknown

For over a week, as I read Cassandra's blog posts about the retreat she recently completed, I longed for such a time.

Problem: I had no room for a retreat.

Well, now that I have discontinued some activities, I can give myself over to welcoming a new season.

I am beginning this new season with a whitespace break and a writing retreat. While I cannot stop all activities, I arranged for a period of time where I am slipping out of some routines in order to embrace a new flow of creativity.

I will take a break from this blog for the remainder of May.

Looking forward to new discoveries.

Sharing today's post on the Thursday Jam with Faith Barista

In Joy,

Walking the Path of Peace

2011-05-17T00:17:00.000-04:00

On Saturday, I walked in the rain...for over an hour. The rain began as a sputtering, hesitant, mist. Slowly, clouds hovering low opened their pores and released big, drops of rain. I kept going - halfway between here and there.

When everyday life happenings find me between here and there - as it did last week - I am learning to pause for a moment. In that pause, that Selah, I have an opportunity to re-orient my steps on the path of peace.

Sometimes, I right my steps with ease. Other times, I stumble, eventually turning in the direction for me. In both cases, I need help, i.e., "God-revealing light" to help me on my way.

Through the heartfelt mercies of our God, God's Sunrise will break in upon us, shining on those in the darkness, those sitting in the shadow of death, then showing us the way, one foot at a time, down the path of peace. Luke 1:78-79 The Message

Growth in gratitude helps me spot that Sunrise that breaks in on me. I need a grateful heart - gratitude continues to transform me. Giving thanks for:

#941 - #960
Sonshine even when rain falls
robin singing in the rain
gentle jogging in the rain
visible mercy drops
planting while drops fall

joyful sibling moment
once young, now adults
wise words, kind words
laughter seeping from stories
sharing food, sharing fun

upside-down world
finding life emerge from death
seeing through new lenses
Mama's peach cobbler
food for the body and soul

generations celebrating
Gift of Life acknowledged
prayers like conversations
rainbow arches
cool spring breeze

Walking still...

Why hope helps

2011-05-11T23:38:00.000-04:00

I spent a long day working on priorities, listening to complaints, and writing crucial words.

Ordinarily, such a day would leave me feeling wiped out and out of sorts - like a forest stripped bare.

But, this morning before leaving the warm, comfortable bed, I remembered to hope, to call upon the Lord in my distress. I read:

For you have been my hope, Sovereign LORD, my confidence since my youth. From birth I have relied on you; you brought me forth from my mother’s womb. I will ever praise you...As for me, I will always have hope; I will praise you more and more. Psalm 71:5-6,14

Today, hope was a ladder I climbed - one rung at a time. When I could not think creatively and did not see a way to resolve issues, I uttered words of hope and praise for the Sovereign One.

Hope helps.

When was the last time holding onto hope helped you?

Transformed by Thanks-living

2011-05-09T22:26:00.000-04:00

Viewing life through the lens of gratitude:
reshapes images in my mind;
reframes situations;
revives my soul;
rekindles relationship with my First Love;
reminds me that growing is a life-long process.

I spent several days away and met - interacted with precious gifts.

Humming, writing, speaking thanks today for His good gifts:

#921   playful Abby
#922   strong-necked Wills
#923   insistent Lotto
#924   busy butterfly
#925   sleepy LauraLee

#926   graceful bonsai
#927   fragrant honeysuckle
#928   rock garden
#929   family walk
#930   "deer chaser" bamboo and rock

#931   graduation celebration
#932   relaxing visit with family away from home
#933   linking relationships across families
#934   sharing meals, sharing family
#935   perseverance and grace to reach the goal
#936   a room with a view
#937   eyes to see gifts more clearly
#938   heart that beats with the rhythm of love
#939   cool breeze on hot, sunny day
#940   water - cool, clean water

Each day as I grow in gratitude, I am changed by grace.

What is transforming your life?

What to do when words are few

2011-05-03T23:20:00.000-04:00

I have lived busy moments, but over the past two weeks moments became days and days became weeks. In the midst of the busy-ness I continue to count gifts from the Giver of all good gifts. Gratitude is a lifebuoy - providing buoyancy in this sea of life.

Thankful today for:

#901 -920

roasted fennel and carrots
surprise lunch date with Rach
preparing birthday dinner for hubby
stiff peaks of freshly whipped cream
crimson strawberries on sea of cream

lavender and white azaleas
window framed butterflies
shoes with bows an blooming flowers
slow Saturday stroll
walking and laughing

new morning mercies
homemade brownies
present focused thinking
hope for the future
walkway escorted by colorful impatiens

chatting with curious students
conversation with Julie about writing with authenticity
awakening to a bright sunny morning
stilling dizzy moments
learning to lean on Jesus

Wishing you joy moments and peace-filled days,

Signs of resurrection

2011-04-25T23:07:00.002-04:00

Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord is rises upon you...Isaiah 60:1

During the month leading up to the celebration of Resurrection Day, signs of resurrection life manifested within and without - day in and day out...

My pastor spoke on Easter Sunday, noting: "... resurrection is a pattern for Christian life..."
So, whether we are holding onto promises or experiencing problems, we can "choose to rejoice and draw strength from God" in thanksgiving, praise, worship and prayer.

I am on a gift hunt - opening my heart and my eyes to see the gifts all around and within; opening my mouth to sing and speak thanks to the Giver of all good gifts.

Joining the voices of thanks-givers on Multitude Monday - counting gifts, seeing grace...

#876 - 900

thanks -filled Good Friday celebration
completing 100 days of developing in three life areas
songs of freedom - sung by birds in the morning
puddles made for splashing
little nephews ready to splash in puddles

mall walking and talking with a friend
steady spring showers
full afternoon time with spouse
family gatherings all weekend
purple pansy petals

Resurrection life
feet set free to dance
colorful shoes belonging to feet that bring good news
steps ordered by the Lord
being caught when my feet stumble

lunch with Mama and friend
insurance to pay for health care screening
limbs that move even when aching
news of improved health status
prayers and encouragement for waiting ones

Resurrection signs:
healing heart
breaking free from fear
maturing fruit of the Spirit
encouraged in heart, united in love

The gift hunt continues...with joy

What's happening when transformation is in process?

2011-04-23T17:33:00.000-04:00

I spent Good Friday with 8 young girls ages 5 - 11 years old.

Many years have gone by since my little girl walked through those ages.

So, when I agreed to spend over three hours with them, inspiration was needed. I prayed for this special time.

We discussed resurrection - specifically that Jesus did die; God raised Him from the dead; and we can have new life in Jesus.

We read Truth; we laughed; we sang...

And we discussed the three ways in which this woman is being transformed on the road to resurrection of every aspect of life.

Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

We wrote thank you notes to the Lord. We sang songs of joy. We talked to the Lord; and we practiced listening to Him.

Eight little girls showed me the power of yielding to the transforming power of resurrection. They listened, they talked, they asked questions, and one of them sang an original composition - a new song of joy that she composed at the piano.

As I thought of the places in my heart that long for transformation, my heart expanded to receive the gift of life - resurrected life as demonstrated in the lives of these young ones, as received by trusting in the Love that will not let me go...

My prayers for healing of family members and unstopping of flow of positive relationships continue. Hope in the power of resurrection gives focus and feeds faith.
Resurrection precedes transformation. The process continues...

I am joining with the folks at the Faith Barista Jam. Stop by to visit.

Journeying this week from thanks to praise to prayer

2011-04-18T22:07:00.002-04:00

Remembering this week: the Lamb slain for the sins of the world

Reading this week about the road that led to suffering;

the suffering that led to laying down His Life;

the Life that conquered death through resurrection;

resurrection that gives Life and Light.

Today I add my gratitude list to the multitudes who give thanks by the thousands

#851 - 875

butterfly pin lost and found
my lost and blind self graced with direction and sight
shouts of joy
completion of studies
4 family members graduating soon - such grace
walk to the mailbox
talks while walking
braided headband
hair, beautiful hair; she still has lots of it!
intrepid one IS creative

cries for help
whispers of love
learning to lean
unbroken three cord strand
knowing glances

lumpy mashed potatoes
sharing home and dinner table
connecting with dream group
listening to new sounds
chewing and swallowing Bread of Life
praising God from whom all blessings flow
praying through the day
clarity and strategy requested and received
visit with friend in hospital room
seeing result of waiting in faith

From a grateful heart,

Simply Divine: Living in His Presence

2011-04-15T00:06:00.000-04:00

And I make it my business only to persevere in His holy presence, wherein I keep myself by a simple attention, and a general fond regard to God, which I may call an actual presence of God; or to speak better, an habitual, silent, and secret conversation of the soul with God... Brother Lawrence in The Practice of the Presence of God

Since this new year began, I have enjoyed a new facet of relationship with the Lord, which I call simply divine. The cluttered and distracted approach to my relationship with the Lord is transforming into simplicity and awareness of His presence throughout my days and nights.

Simplicity minimizes double-mindedness - duplicity. Living simply enables me to keep my mind on the Lord in all circumstances (with help from the Holy Spirit).

Mindfulness - being aware - cuts through distractions. I am content to sit and listen in God's presence. Charging forth with my prayer agenda can wait as I linger in conversation or in silence or both.

Relationship triumphs tasks in this season and my heart is transforming - softened like clay being molded in the skillful Potter's hands.

This morning, I heard one of my favorite hymns from childhood: In the Garden. The memory of my little girl voice belting out the lyrics -

"He walks with me and He talks with me; and He tells me I am His own. And the joy we share as we tarry there; none other has ever known."

- the memory brought tears to these older woman's eyes. I am enjoying this season of close relationship with the One who made relationship with the Holy possible. My heart sings with thanksgiving and praise...simply divine.

Today, I join the Faith Barista Jam where many voices are sharing...

Transformation: How Butterflies Inspire Stillness

2011-04-11T23:41:00.002-04:00

"Happiness is a butterfly, which, when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you sit down quietly, may alight upon you."–Nathaniel Hawthorne

I enjoy watching butterflies. Since my teen years, butterflies captured my attention.

The process of metamorphosis - the extraordinary change from caterpillar to butterfly intrigues me.

Over time, since I entered the process of spiritual transformation - metanoia - at age 14, butterflies remind me that I am still in process, still being transformed.

I began this year with the goal of increasing time sitting still in the presence of the Lord. This goal has been elusive - my mind jogs ahead at a steady pace with reminders of what needs to be done.

When I saw Hawthorne's quote last month, I stopped in mid-thought.

What would it be like to still my mind (even more so than my body) so that I can hear more clearly?

Lent offers me a mind stilling pause as I ponder the transforming grace of God who provided the Way to know Life. As I sit quietly, transformation comes and with transformation comes gratitude.

I open my heart and mind to record a multitude of thanks this day for:

#831 - 850

sitting still and being present

book pages turning

juicy green kiwis

sparking lemonade

observing comraderie between 93 year old Miriam and 2 year old Kaiden

fragrant and tasty pineapple

Mama's laughter

Shirley's determination

Delores' life and nurturing influence

Reggie's help with the floors

Rachel's loyalty and hospitality

dinner with Barbara

MGM's ability to live now

breathing deeply and blowing bubbles

habit-forming gratitude

newly planted burgundy and yellow pansies

purple pansies that survived the winter

dinner and conversation with young married couples

hope as an anchor

new beginnings

Writing and counting gifts with the community of thanks-givers.

When Pigs Fly?!!

2011-04-08T00:16:00.004-04:00

Noel Perrin's essay, The Daring Young Pig, gave me new perspective on choosing joy. Perrin writes about a young pig that would somehow get out of the portable pigpen designed to keep it and another piglet enclosed.

Perrin raised the sides of the pen, but again the young pig managed to escape without digging. She could be found in the flower beds each time she escaped.

The little sow was persistent in escaping and Perrin wanted to find out how she accomplished that task since pigs don't fly, and in fact, seem afraid of heights.

While hiding behind a tree, Perrin witnessed the pig's way of escape - she jumped three times her height to land on the other side of the pigpen!

Sometimes, situations appear to hem me in with no visible means of escape. In recent times, I am encouraged to turn my attention to the Lord to ask for grace to live above circumstances. The fact that the little pig did "fly" makes me smile.

For by you I can run against a troop, and by my God I can leap over a wall. Psalm 18:29

What does a jumping pig have to do with joy? I am reminded that choosing joy is a choice I can make in whatever situation or circumstance I am in - when I am in the presence of the Lord, my perspective changes. So, whether overwhelmed with work or feeling lonely, I choose joy. I must remind myself that I have a choice. Joy resides in God's presence. That is where I want to be!

Donna

You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore. Psalm 16:11

The Faith Barista's Jam is open...

Counting Thanks - Receiving Freedom

2011-04-06T00:31:00.000-04:00

I excitedly slipped on the black pantsuit with black satin collar and lapels trimmed jacket. My daughter arranged for a wonderful evening of music at the Cathedral.

As we approached our destination, I exited the car while she parked. I stood still for a moment as I remembered the many times we gathered in this lovely building to hear this same daughter singing with choral groups and change ringing the huge bells in the tower.

I waited and remembered. While waiting, I rehearsed in my mind the many gifts in my life. When I think of God's goodness to my family over the years, I give thanks.

I remember how as a young girl and young adult, fears silenced my voice. But the gift of Life given and received brought freedom. That freedom silenced the fears and released my voice.

As I watched my daughter approaching me in the lobby, I smiled at the grace that brought us to this place years before - and I prepare my heart to give thanks and receive freedom for God's gift of Life through Jesus Christ.

With the Gratitude Community, I write down the thanks that I give to the Gift Giver and Redeemer:

#821 - 830

dear daughter gifting me with an evening of Lenten songs by the Christ Church Boys Choir

dear son's gift of presence for a few hours while on travel for work

yet another lovely evening of music with gifted musicians - a gift from my dear husband

breakfast with my dear friend just before she left for a writer's retreat

a new song in my heart - a song of thanksgiving

forgiveness and freedom from the Lord - available every moment of every day

counting 1000 gifts = a thousand tongues to sing His praise

a new camera! (thank you my love)

chatting with six month old twin girls (and their grateful parents)

letting go of my own understanding - more and more by grace

Oh, thank God—he's so good! His love never runs out. All of you set free by God, tell the world! Tell how he freed you from oppression... Psalm 107:1-3

This is part of my story of thanksgiving and freedom - what is your story?

How to Spring into Transformation

2011-04-01T18:28:00.001-04:00

I've got the life of God in me, the power that made all the universe with just a word has come to live in me abundantly. I've got the life of God in me. Jack Hayford

April is one of my favorite months. I enjoy the rain showers, newly planted flowers, and additional daylight.

Spring is also a time when the winter doldrums can turn into spring fever. In those times, it is difficult to stay focused on day to day responsibilities.

Jack Hayford, in Moments with Majesty, gives three suggestions for springing forward when we are weary of spirit, soul and body:

"Plan a break and have a blast." Relax on purpose - take time to enjoy activities outdoors.
"Budget time to keep two spring cleaning promises." Be it cleaning the garage or clearing out a junk drawer, choose two - only two - chores that will ignite freshness and accomplishment.
"Get up early with Jesus...even if it is only fifteen minutes before your usual roll-out time." One sure way to stay focused and spring into transformation is to spend time in the presence of the Lord

Got any other spring transformation tips to share?

Awareness and Gratitude

2011-03-28T23:32:00.000-04:00

This season of Lent finds me becoming more aware as I grow in gratitude.

Growing in gratitude makes me more aware of:

the gifts in and around me;
Love and Grace that remain;
moments in time...

Gratitude comes with awareness of:

#811 - #820

the privilege of eating fresh, uncontaminated fruit

teaching teen girls about counting grace gifts

homecomings from: trip to wedding, hospital

leisurely drive in the country

finding colorful light on the wall

pleasure in cooking for family

one hour visit with friend in town for an evening

anticipation of upcoming concerts

good news letter - goal accomplished

joy strength for weary soul

The Gratitude Community shares grace gifts today...

Under the Rest

2011-03-24T22:50:00.003-04:00

When my son was 4-5 years old, he and his best buddy liked incorporating me into their imaginative play.

One of my favorite characters to watch them emulate was cowboys. They took a big blanket and made a tent by covering dining room chairs. They enjoyed being sheriffs and keeping the peace in their make-believe town.

Often, while I stood at the kitchen sink washing dishes, I would hear them whispering. Usually, immediately after the whispers, one of them would 'sneak up' behind me and say sternly: "Put your hands up! You are under the rest!"

Somehow the word 'arrest' was never clearly understood to them - they heard: 'the rest.' After much laughter, they tied my hands behind my back and led me away to the jail.
In my task focused moments, this command to be 'under the rest' jarred me. How prophetic, how captivating was the command to rest.

Working hard came in my natural DNA from both parents. I would tease my friend, Bea, telling her that I needed to trade the first two letters of my first name - Do - for the first two letters of her name - Be! Performance was my middle name.

More often than not, my soul worked hard to live right, be right, walk right, talk right - I took literally the admonition to work out my soul salvation. I lived with soul exhaustion until I believed the rest of the Truth:

Therefore, my beloved, as you have always obeyed, so now, not only as in my presence but much more in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling, for it is God who works in you, both to will and to work for his good pleasure. Philippians 2: 12-13 (ESV)

I did need to obediently live out the salvation of my soul. However, I was 'under the rest' when I believed that it is God who gives me the power to live in a way the gives Him pleasure...under His rest. In His Presence, I rest.

Being faith-full - believing God - pleases Him and that gives me emotional rest.

God rest your soul...

Join me with others at today's Faith Barista Jam.

How do you find emotional rest?

Remembering to Rejoice - Rejoicing as I Remember

2011-03-21T21:18:00.001-04:00

Another hospitalization of one so dear who lives so far away;
Ready to run with help; held back by dear one saying, 'no - not now.'
Fighting back familiar enemies - fear and uncertainty;
Wrestling to sputter out trust and faith and love.

A whispering voice reminding me: "Remember..."
I remembered: awe of conception; miracle of birth;
sadness with diagnosis; comforting grace;
living fully in spite of; disappointments at times;

Loving Presence always;
Always Loving Presence.
Remembering to rejoice came
As I rejoiced while remembering.

The works of the Lord are great, studied by all who have pleasure in them. His work is honorable and glorious, and His righteousness endures forever. He has made His wonderful works to be remembered; the Lord is gracious and full of compassion. Psalm 111:2-4

Today, I remember to count gifts with the Gratitude Community as I await news of healing.

#791 - 810

pain meds that work

opportunities to grow at work

hot tears melting a cool heart

Earl Grey tea with lime juice

warmth from sun-baked windows

love note on the door

smell of apple sour cream cake baking

new contact lenses

new eyeglasses

road trip to conference with a friend

purple and white crocuses peeking from the ground

sunshine with raindrops

stately church steeple

toes rubbing soft blanket

waking up refreshed

daffodil-filled vase

tasty dinner prepared by husband

lunch time walk

warm pea soup

borrowed books from the library

How are you remembering to rejoice?

Season of Lent: 7 Essential Pieces of Wardrobe

2011-03-18T09:05:00.000-04:00

I picked up new glasses and contact lenses yesterday. I wore newly prescribed glasses over my contact lenses as I drove home - the world looked so different with my newly acquired depth perception!! Driving with transformed eyes prompted thoughts on Lent.

Lent comes in the midst of waning winter and soon-coming spring. My soul cries out for the fullness of all that the Lord provided at the cross and in resurrection. I am more acutely aware this week of my need to sit in the Lord's presence; to be still and know He is God in the midst of harried work days and loved one in the hospital and misunderstood communication and weary bodies and...

With every season, we wear clothing that works for the weather, mood, etc.

Come to the dressing room with me to select clothes for Lent - clothes that will transform.

I delight greatly in the LORD; my soul rejoices in my God. For he has clothed me with garments of salvation and arrayed me in a robe of his righteousness... Isaiah 61:10

The Lord offers freely the garment of salvation
God places a robe of righteousness on us when we receive His Gift
Humility is an essential clothing item (1 Peter 5:5-7, Colossians 3:12)
Wide open eyes - awareness is crucial
Ears tuned to the voice of the Good Shepherd
Joy oils the joints and gives perspective

Willingness to press through to seek the Lord (like the crocus pressing through hard packed winter earth)

What are you wearing during Lent?

Vision Screening: What Do You See Today?

2011-03-14T23:07:00.001-04:00

I am very nearsighted - myopic in vision. Since the age of nine, I have used visual aids to help with seeing clearly in the distance.

Last week, I visited my eye doctor for a routine exam. She checked all the facets of my vision and asked me questions.

The news that my use of monovision contact lenses impaired depth perception surprised me!   We discussed options. I ordered a pair of glasses to wear with my contact lenses while driving or sitting in an auditorium so that I can add depth perception to my vision.

My thoughts turned to my visual acuity spiritually.

Am I myopic or can I see into the distance? Sometimes yes- sometimes no.

One habit that helps me to see freshly, to see with new vision is giving thanks... I join the thankful throng on Multitude Mondays giving thanks for gifts - many gifts...

#771   juicy sweet cara cara oranges

#772   sharing oranges at home, work, and with Mama

#773   tea time

#774   laughter in the office

#775   warm, sudsy dishwater

#776   moonlight through the windows

#777   restful sleep

#778   ginger scented candles

#779   driving dear Mama

#780   jump ropes

#781 orange ginger lotion

#782   eyeglasses and contact lenses

#783   sun peeking out from clouds

#784   tenacious Mama

#785   loving and faith-filled husband

#786   gracious and beautiful daughter

#787   intrepid and life-embracing son

#788   pray-ers to help when crashing collisions occur

#789   medical missions team in Argentina

#790   Lord, my Vision

What are you seeing today?

Lent: A Season of Growing Awareness

2011-03-12T23:34:00.000-05:00

When I was a young girl Lent was a season for counting the costs of sharing - literally. To those who wanted to participate, my church gave a card with dime-sized slits.

I remember sliding a dime in each slit during Lent. I attentively supplied a dime each day during Lent. A completely filled card supported missions work.

This year, I am marking the days prior to celebration of the Resurrection by slowing down enough to grow in awareness. What will I see in the slits of my eyes this season?

Several fellow journeyers inspire my awareness:

Dianna reminds me to praise along the way;

Counting gifts and living fully is a habit I learned from Ann;

Stephani uses a camera lens to sharpen awareness;

Praying enhances awareness as Lisa writes; and

During Lent, rules don't rule - Life leads, as Cassandra notes.
I continue the transforming cycle that is my focus this year:

Rejoice always;

Pray without ceasing;
Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you

1 Thessalonians 5: 16-18

Do you have a focus during Lent?

Transforming Cycle: Three Actions for Springing Forward

2011-03-07T23:23:00.000-05:00

I sat with a friend in a coffee shop on a chore-filled Saturday. We chatted, we sipped and supped...the conversation waned. We sat in silence.

Then she asked me: "What is your rain?" "What fills up your reservoir?"

After we parted, I pondered those questions for the remainder of the day.

I thought of wonderful people and grand activities and satisfying hobbies that fill me up.

Throughout the rainy Sunday, I continued to think about being filled...

Then I got flooded - in the youth worship hall singing to the Lord about pouring out my love on Him.

I realized in that moment that no one and nothing fills me like the three things that land me in the Presence of Love every time. The three actions that transform my life daily:

Rejoice always;
Pray without ceasing;
Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you

1 Thessalonians 5: 16-18

Not a formula, but a communication cycle - one that transforms my easy-to-indulge-emotional-whims into a heart of worship; a cycle that humbles the self-possessed, self-centered part of me; a cycle that brings me into the presence of my Redeemer - and I spring forward - and I give thanks and pray and rejoice and give thanks and pray and rejoice by His Grace.

This day, I join with Ann's community of thanks-givers as the cycle continues...

#741 - #750

warm bubble bath

early morning sunshine

raindrops falling on my head

morning commute with daughter

evening phone call with son

leisurely dinner with husband

chat with colleague

attitude check

roomful of teens

breaking open the bread of life

#751- #760

men transformed by mission's life-giving care

meal prepared by transformed men

stars in the night sky

hearing the voice of God in transformed men

giving thanks to transformed men

hope for the hopeless

worn wooden chapel floors

art created by transforming men

new life and second chances

books for all

#761 - #770

blooming daffodils

crockpots for busy days

friendships over years

butterfly earrings

warm cream-colored sweater

pressure from assignment

choices - hard choices

thanks - hard thanks

freshly made guacamole

sharing a meal

Rejoicing, praying, and giving thanks for life!

Take Five: Choosing Rest

2011-03-03T23:05:00.002-05:00

As a child, I remember worrying about seemingly every.little.thing.

Will it rain today? Did I remember to bring my homework? What was that noise I heard?

As I grew into adulthood, the anxious thoughts lessened, but continued. Worry, worry, worry beset me - the more I tried to shed it, the more I worried about worrying!

Until I truly began to understand God's grace and provision.
Until I truly believed God's unfailing love.

TAKE FIVE
I missed a trolley that would take me to my destination from a parking lot. I decided to walk instead of waiting for the next trolley. What a restful choice! I strolled, took pictures, even sat for a few minutes to read.

Rest for me begins with trusting the Lord. From that place of trust, physical and emotional rest come.
How does that trust look daily?

Psalm 23 guides us into rest.

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want,
Each day, we have the opportunity to believe that all we need will be provided.

He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul.
We choose rest by being still on a regular basis. Restoration comes in various ways when we are still: listening to music, reading scriptures, writing what I hear, conversing with friends, walking in a park, and more...

He guides me in the path of righteousness for his name's sake.
As we trust in the Lord with our whole hearts, lean not on our understanding and acknowledge him, he guides us and teaches us the way to go.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
Even in the most difficult situations, the Presence of the Living God brings life and light.

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
When we trust the Lord, his strength sustains us.

Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
We cannot outrun, outlive, outlast God's faithful and powerful presence. Now that is rest!

Pull up a chair - pour a cup of your favorite faith brew and share about rest over at the Faith Barista Jam

Restfully yours,

Donna

Open Wide and Say Ah!

2011-02-28T22:59:00.001-05:00

I moved to a different office space in December. Leaning against a wall in the office rested several framed items that had yet to be hung.

Two weeks ago, a new co-worker offered to hang the one remaining picture. How gracious, I replied. I told her that I would be out of the office for the next two days, which may be a good time to hammer in the nail.

On Friday, as I was packing up to leave for home, I looked up and saw the picture hanging on the wall!

A week had come and gone without me noticing the results of the gracious gift my co-worker gave.

I wonder how often my eyes miss the gifts around and in me.

Health care providers request a wide open mouth to see what is inside. Today, I open wide my eyes and say Ah! to gifts, so many gifts, such as:

#711 a new picture on the wall
#712 colleagues at work
#713 lavender oil at bedtime

#714 a friend's delicious gumbo made for my family
#715 sharing life updates with a friend

#716 delivering small gifts to a friend departing on a medical mission

#717 visiting with Mama - hearing her heart
#718 listening to the China Anhui Traditional Orchestra on Friday evening
#719 hamstring stretches
#720 library books

#721 freshly cleaned linens on the bed
#722 airport pick-up
#723 thirty-one years of shared memories
#724 comfort for loved one in hospital - again
#725 awareness

#726 preparing meals for the freezer with a friend
#727 laundry completed - for now
#728 new song to sing

#729 celebrating a milestone
#730 writing notes to friends

#731 notes from friends
#732 renewed vision

#733 pilates
#734 afternoon nap
#735 watching horses graze

#736 warm blankets
#737 Earl Grey tea
#738 toast with jam

#739 hope as an anchor
#740 black tights

Open wide and say - Ah! with the Gratitude Community...
With eyes wide open,

Donna

Forgiving Enables Receiving

2011-02-25T00:05:00.004-05:00

The fact is that the structure of our human bodies and personalities were not created to to bear the burden of unforgiveness. The body, heart, mind, emotions - in part or in whole - will 'crack' under the weight of an abiding spirit of un-forgiving-ness...Peace of heart, mind, soul, and body can only be enjoyed when God's forgiveness is transmitted through us as fully as it has been given to us. Jack Hayford

As a teen, I learned that I could shrink my heart by holding a grudge.

It started when I confided in a friend; told her what I could hardly tell myself.

I noticed that I felt relieved by releasing my secret.

Then it happened. As I stood speaking with the pastor at the back of the church, he asked me about the very thing I had kept from every person.but.one. I stammered low and hurried away from his presence - heart beating fast, tears streaming down, anger welling up and tumbling out faster than I could run.

When I saw her later, I wouldn't speak. She asked what was wrong. I asked her how she could betray my confidence. We stopped being friends.

Forgiveness seemed to me a strange response toward someone who hurt me so. But as I saw her laughing with her friends...as I wandered lonely through the halls, the truth slowly unfurled: I could not find joy because I shrank my heart. In my attempt to protect myself from hurt, I locked out the very gift given freely to me - forgiveness.

For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins. Matthew 6:14-15

How can I not give what has been freely given to me? I know what God has forgiven in my life. I am grateful. My gratitude is shown by imitating Him.

Over time, I have learned to give forgiveness because forgiving is for giving. The lessons came hard; the lessons came steadily. I am grateful for Love that gives and forgives.

I shared this story last year, but wanted to pour it out at the Faith Barista's Jam today.

Do you have a perspective on forgiveness to share?

Making Moments Count - Trust and Thankfulness

2011-02-21T23:17:00.010-05:00

She admired the butterfly on my coat lapel; I shared how butterflies remind me of hope and transformation.

Like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, my heart expands and takes flight on this cold, dreary day. As my heart grows in trust and thankfulness, shadows diminish and light brightens.

But my eyes are fixed on you, O Sovereign Lord; in you I take refuge... Psalm 141:8

I stretch, unfurl, and display the wonder of His grace in the life set free to trust and praise the Redeemer. Transformation...in His presence, I become...am becoming...will become...

So then,just as you received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue to live in Him, rooted and built up in Him, strengthened in the faith as you were taught, and overflowing with thankfulness. Colossians 2:6,7

Sarah Young in Jesus Calling: Enjoying Peace in His Presence, reminds me that "thankfulness keeps you from criticizing and complaining."

I need thanks-giving - throughout my days- moment by moment trust and thankfulness count. Today, I count and joyfully give thanks for:

#682 walking and talking by the harbor with my gracious, patient husband

#683 spying a stunning blue orchid

#684 visiting a teacher and mentor

#685 being pulled by the finger to walk with my favorite toddler

#686 remembering what was and rejoicing in what is - He is faithful!

#687 receiving grace to trust Him more

#688 eating the words from Ann's pages - digesting them, swallowing them, doing them

#689 shredding cabbage for slaw

#690 sharing book titles with a teen

#691 hearing the strength returning in his voice

#692 watching her choose rest

#693 walking in the neighborhood on a windy afternoon

#694 sharing crackers with three hungry teens

#695 deciding to slow down

#696 seeing morning light through the blinds

#697 concocting a new sauce - cranberry and apple - yummy!

#698 writing and reading about writing

#699 developing new strategies for completing a project

#700 reading encouragement and affirmation in cards from family

#701 being here - really here and now

#702 lingering over dinner with friends

#703 celebrating limited chemo side effects with a friend

#704 recalling a dear one whose well-lived life left a legacy

#705 taking a break to breathe deeply

#706 reaching out for help

#707 reaching out to help

#708 calling His name - receiving Peace

#709 singing.out.loud - in the car

#710 choosing joy in this moment

In joy,

School Nurses Transforming School Communities

2011-02-19T22:52:00.002-05:00

On Friday, I spent time speaking with a group of school nurses. From the discussion, I heard the desire to communicate, collaborate, and coordinate in ways that would enable students to be healthy and safe while in school.

School nurses enable children with chronic health conditions to attend school.

I had the pleasure of working as a school nurse. This post is a tribute to school nurses who blend the science and art of nursing to help students, their families and the school community to thrive.

School nurses promote health and learning.

Every student deserves a school nurse!

Did you have a school nurse? What memories do you have of school nurses?

Transforming Perspective

2011-02-17T22:26:00.002-05:00

With anxious thoughts ricocheting back and forth in my head, I escaped outside for a walk at lunchtime. I unsuccessfully tried to out-walk the thoughts.

My pace slowed as I searched my mind bank for help. A song came to mind and I laughed at loud. Indeed, I thought - this is the stuff You use

I felt the tension leave my shoulders as I continued my walk on this spring-like winter day.

Then, I saw it - evidence that perspective can transform how we see and experience our lives.

At some point during the Christmas season, someone saw the possibility of celebrating even on the edge of this murky creek. I smiled.

I began replacing my anxious thoughts with right here and now evidence of gifts in my life.

Perspective transforms!

You will keep in perfect peace all who trust in you, all whose thoughts are fixed on you! New Living Translation (©2007)

How have you experienced the transforming power of perspective?

Hands and Hearts of Love

2011-02-14T23:41:00.002-05:00

"In God's wisdom, He frequently chooses to meet our needs by showing His love toward us through the hands and hearts of others." Jack Hayford

On this day when love is spoken of and sung about - celebrated and desired, the Love of God offers roots and grounding so that we may know his love that surpasses knowledge (Ephesians 3:17-19).

How does He love me, let me count the ways. I am grateful for love shown through:

#672 - Perfect Love that delivered me from fears

#673 - marriage to a dear man whose gentle and loving ways transformed me

#674 - adult children who delight with their love for family

#675 - mothers who continue to give hearts and hands of love in their older years

#676 - giving hearts of adolescents to Compassion children

#677 - faithful friends over a lifetime

#678 - fathers who gave what they had in the ways they knew how

#679 - provision for needs over the years

#680 - children uncensored in gracious expressions

#681 - a faithful, Redeemer and Grace-Giver

Hopefully, love lifts you today and always.

It's in the Details

2011-02-07T23:38:00.001-05:00

Becoming a thanks giver opens the eyes of my heart, enabling me to see gifts in the most ordinary situations. In the details of my days - in the midst of cleaning, cooking, policy-making, singing, teaching, listening - all the details of my life, I'm becoming aware of gifts such as:

#662 serving Bev's freshly baked cookies

#663 preparing guacamole

#664 celebrating a friend's acceptance in a springtime medical mission

#665 experiencing peace in the midst of chaos - "when my heart is overwhelmed, lead me to the rock that is higher than I..."

#666 learning new worship songs in a youth ministry training

#667 listening to a young adult's dream for his future

#668 listening to a dear mother's memories of the past

#669 acknowledging the realities of the present while trusting in the plans of the Lord

#670 lingering in conversation after prayer

#671 sharing books with a hungry learner

Let every detail in your lives - words, actions, whatever - be done in the name of the Master, Jesus, thanking God the Father every step of the way. Colossians 3:17 (Message)

You may want to detail the gifts in your world with the Gratitude Community at Ann's place

Hopefully, your week will burst at the seams with gratitude.

Transforming Love

2011-02-06T00:51:00.002-05:00

Sometimes, my mind wanders back to my days as a new bride - times when disagreements between my husband and me shattered my sense of security like waves crashing against sand castles. Will we make it? Will he still love me?

My fear-filled orientation to life stunted liberty in relationships, even this new marriage.
Over time, I grew to truly understand and receive the love and grace of God and my heart grew to trust the love of my husband.

Thirty-one years later, the strength of our commitment to love one another in word and action; with forgiveness and grace, encouragement and transparency continues to grow.

I am grateful for a lifetime of sharing, caring, and daring to be transformed by love - the love of my God and the love of my husband.

Those crashing waves did not drown our love - in fact, by grace, we learned to allow love to transform us individually and as a couple.

...Hang my locket around your neck, wear my ring on your finger. Love is invincible facing danger and death. Passion laughs at the terrors of hell. The fire of love stops at nothing—it sweeps everything before it. Flood waters can't drown love, torrents of rain can't put it out. Love can't be bought, love can't be sold—it's not to be found in the marketplace. Song of Solomon 8: 6-7

Transformed by Gratitude

2011-02-01T00:24:00.000-05:00

Sometimes my attitude, like cold, harsh, bitter winter winds, has a way of dulling my eyes, ears, and extremities. I knew what I needed when the whining voice inside worked hard to derail my goal of giving joyful thanks.

In the Word and in the words, I found transforming messages that thawed my heart, that warmed my hands and feet, that opened my ears to new sounds.

With renewed vision, I see gifts; I hear grace; I touch life; I walk without fainting.

My attitude of gratitude opens up on this cold, winter day to:

#652 waking up rested and ready

#653 memorizing Colossians with renewed vigor

#654 shedding the bent to worry

#655 sharing laughter

#656 sharing heartache

#657 finding joy in Anne Shirley's words

#658 understanding impact of a global heart through the Word and Radical

#659 seeing daughter's eyes light up with plans to hear Faure's Requiem

#660 hearing of son's golfing plans

#661 worshiping with a 16 month old

Hopefully, your week will resound with gratitude. Gratitude transforms!

A chorus of thankful voices can be heard at A Holy Experience (and, oh, it is!)

Hope Fully

2011-01-27T20:17:00.003-05:00

So God has given both his promise and his oath. These two things are unchangeable because it is impossible for God to lie. Therefore, we who have fled to him for refuge can have great confidence as we hold to the hope that lies before us. This hope is a strong and trustworthy anchor for our souls. It leads us through the curtain into God's inner sanctuary. Hebrews 6: 18-19 New Living Translation (©2007)

Hope in God's words and promises lead us into the presence of God. Fully hoping in God is a journey I began years ago while in college. School expenses and workloads were often beyond my reach. I read that the Lord would supply my needs. I sang the words: 'He walks with me and He talks with me." And still I nervously advanced from semester to semester. I thought, hopefully, I will have the funds I need; hopefully, my studying will result in successful outcomes. Hope anchored me at the foot of faith, enabling me to grow in faith and trust in the Lord.

Years later, I heard a teaching by Jack Hayford about hope, referencing Hebrews 6: 9 -19.
PastorJack stated hope is:
1. Conceived: hope must be clearly defined. Write down that for which you are hoping.
2. Perceived: know that hope will be assailed. The enemy wants to crush our hopes.
3. Believed: be anchored in God's promises.
4. Received: rest within the veil, i.e., the Presence of the Lord

These words encouraged me over the years to hold onto hope, to hope fully, without reservation or shame.

I learned from my daughter (who learned from J.W.) that the word "hopefully", in Irish, is "le cúnamh Dé", which means "with the help of God."

When I find myself fretting (as I did this week) about an issue, I pause hopefully - with the help of God.

How do you find hope? You may want to share at Faith Barista's Jam Session today.

Hopefully,

Snow Blankets

2011-01-25T00:04:00.000-05:00

Winter winds bring snow that descends like white woolen blankets over earth, cement, homes, vehicles, and buildings. The newness of freshly fallen snow draws pictures in my mind and memories of blanketing snows long ago, when I played with siblings outside, made snow ice cream, and simply watched the snow from the warmth of an interior window.

Snow almost always slows me down. As I listen to reports of more winter precipitation, I pause to remember with gratitude:

#642 late night talks with Mama

#643 long "catch-up" call with a dear friend

#644 making hot chocolate for snow cold children sloshing inside after snow play

#645 freshly made chicken soup

#646 Sunday afternoon nap

#647 reading Ann Voskamp's One Thousand Gifts

#648 clarity and strategy for work assignment

#649 shared vision with a loving husband

#650 new perspective on living a life abandoned to God

#651 growing, becoming, trusting, resting

Slowing down, remembering to count the gifts...

Gratefully yours,

Joy Over Easy - Really?

2011-01-20T01:06:00.003-05:00

The reward of choosing joy is joy itself...There is so much rejection, pain, and woundedness among us, but once you choose to claim the joy hidden in the midst of all suffering, life becomes celebration. Joy never denies the sadness, but transforms it to a fertile soil for more joy. Henri Nouwen in The Return of the Prodigal Son

As a little girl and a teen and a young adult, I would describe joy as a "sunny side up" attitude. If I did not feel joy, I thought, 'well, let me just put on a happy face.'

Guess what - that happy face did not translate into joy. I learned throughout my episodes of disappointments, pain, hurt, rejection, and fatigue, that joy could actually reside inside of me. Joy in my heart, like a soft yolk ('over easy') inside a solidly cooked outer egg white, holds its own no matter what my circumstances.

What does joy look like?

I discovered a true and encouraging word in the midst of a discouraging time in my life when fear seemed too entrenched to be dislodged from the soil of my heart. I read in Zechariah 3:14-15, 17 that I can have joy and rejoice because the Lord has forgiven me and He rejoices and sings over me!

Sing, O daughter of Zion! Shout, O Israel! Be glad and rejoice with all your heart, O daughter of Jerusalem! The LORD has taken away your judgments...The LORD your God in your midst, The Mighty One, will save; He will rejoice over you with gladness, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing.”

My perspective changed over time as I believed the truth. I became a joy-seeker; living with a joy reservoir that refilled when I accessed and shared joy.

When I am overwhelmed, heartsick, or in circumstances that press on evey side, in His Light, Grace, and Love, I find joy.

In the middle of messiness, relationally, physically, emotionally, I will seek a frame through which joy peeks out - sometimes gratitude brings that joy. At other times, singing against the whining brings the joy. I go after joy with all of my heart, spirit and senses.
Joy did not come easily, but it has come - I serve it up for myself by grace!

What is your joy story? Share with the folks a Faith Barista's Thursday Jam

In joy,

One Year Old and Still Singing!

2011-01-17T13:49:00.001-05:00

One year ago, I began writing this blog. Singing in the Cold opened the Doorway to Hope and began a journey in hearing and writing words that encourage. I desired to use this space to write "the right words to encourage the weary." (Isaiah 50:4)

What I wasn't prepared for was the welcoming community of encouragers through the written word and photography. The community of encouragers enhance this Doorway of Hope. Encouragement transforms...

Songs of joy pour out of my grateful heart for the gifts that the Gift-giver unfolds daily. Today, my songs of gratitude are for:

#632 the love of reading learned from my mother whose formal education ended early in her life, but whose life-long learning continues

#633 encouraging words that have power to heal, restore, strengthen, and comfort

#634 fellow bloggers committed to writing encouraging words

#635 grace to apply lessons on writing

#636 meal shared with friends

#637 wisdom for planning

#638 celebrating small steps forward

#639 shared vision for life in marriage

#640 team work

#641 creative recipes

Sing your song of gratitude with Ann's gratitude community.

In joy,

Walking on Water

2011-01-15T23:28:00.002-05:00

This year, more than any I remember, the Lord is calling me to the joys of care-free trust in Him. Confidence in His loving presence strengthens me.

This is what the Sovereign LORD, the Holy One of Israel, says: "Only in returning to me and resting in me will you be saved. In quietness and confidence is your strength... Isaiah 30:15 New Living Translation

Whenever possible, I spend time listening to and observing children. The trusting ways in which children look to their caregivers astounds me each time I see it. Children don't ask if the mortgage payment is in the mail or if you paid the electric bill online. Children expect primary caregivers to provide what they need. Of course, we all can think of times when this system of care fails children. But, for the most part, when infants learn to trust, that trust is care-free.

I am growing in care-free trust.

I am reminded of Peter's moment of care-free trust (Mark 14:24-31). Peter and his friends sat in a boat tossed by waves watching the most fascinating sight: Jesus walking toward them - on the water! Peter seemed to be the only one in the boat who asked to join Jesus - yes, that meant walking on water!

Although Peter lost his footing when his eyes looked at the water {circumstance} rather than at Jesus, he possessed confidence in the Lord who would enable him to walk on water. He jumped out of the boat and started to walk. Even when Peter's faith waned, he had confidence that the Master would respond when he cried out for help.

That type of confidence, i.e., care-free trust, is what God calls me to as I navigate the known and unknown aspects of my life. 'In quietness and confidence {care-free trust} is my strength.' Faith-growing season is upon me!

How are you responding to the call to be confident in the Lord?

Join the Faith Barista's refreshing community to hear more about confidence.

Be Thou My Vision

2011-01-11T22:18:00.001-05:00

As soon as I put in my contact lenses, I knew there was problem. The hazy view from my left eye led me to take out the lens, rewash it and reinsert it. No change.

I needed to leave for an appointment, so brought along a pair of eyeglasses and lens solution - just in case I needed it.

When I returned home, the lenses had to come out! Physically and emotionally, the haziness of the day wearied me. I mentally made plans to see an eye doctor.

Upon removing the lenses, I noticed an identical contact lens case in my cabinet. When I opened the case, I saw another pair of contact lenses - the new pair. I spent the entire day wearing an old pair of contact lenses! I now wonder why I held onto those old lenses - they no longer provided the vision I needed.

In this season of transformation, I recognize my tendency to hold onto the "old" just in case I need it later. In this case, it proved to be unwise and unhelpful. I do not need an eye doctor - I need to let go of the old and make good use of the new. "Waking or sleeping" - the presence of the Lord is my light. Oh for grace to see through His eyes.

But new wine must be put into fresh wineskins. Luke 5:38

When have you held onto that which needed to fall off in your life in order to make room for something new?

When You Need a New Beginning

2011-01-10T23:00:00.002-05:00

I tried really hard this time. I set up reminders.  I readjusted the schedule.
But still, I fell short of my goal. As I looked at the clock and saw the time was over one hour beyond the time I set as bedtime, a sigh escaped my taut lips.

I got ready for bed after folding a dryer load of clothes. I set the alarm, sighing as I realized that my morning would be rushed due to this late bedtime.

I awakened before the alarm rang and got up to adjust the alarm so that I received 20 extra minutes of sleep.

When the alarm rang, I talked myself into uttering aloud thanksgiving words: thanks for waking me up; thank you that the shower will be warm, thank you for feeling rested, etc. It seemed so dark outside - too dark for this time of morning.

After all my morning preparations in bathroom and bedroom, I made my way to the kitchen. I looked at the clock in wonder - the numbers on the clock announced in green splendor that it was a full hour earlier than the bedroom alarm clock! Somehow, while adjusting the alarm time, I advanced the clock by one hour!

I laughed and laughed!  Early morning slipped in quietly and delighted this woman who felt defeated by the slow growth in the habit of going to bed in a timely way.

Before I slip off to bed tonight, I smile with joy and gratitude as I remember the love and faithfulness of God, even when I miss the mark.  A song of thanks tumbled from my lips. New beginnings come with each new day.

What a beautiful thing, God, to give thanks, to sing an anthem to you, the High God! To announce your love each daybreak, sing your faithful presence all through the night...Psalm 92: 1-2

I give thanks in the company of others at Ann's grace-filled place.

#621 - 631

laughter with Barb and Young-chan about my adventure with alarms

clarity regarding my goals for the year

enough time in the morning to place a wonderful meal in the crock pot

body warming hat, gloves, scarf, and coat

spirit and soul warming presence of Love and Faithfulness - day and night

new lessons learned in walking with Mama during this season of life

friendships that span decades

brisk walk in the cold to deliver a warm meal to a neighbor

long distance connection with Pam

sharing a fleece throw with hubby while sitting and chatting

winter sunsets

Multitude Mondays: one of my favorite activities each the week!

In joy,

Becoming

2011-01-06T21:34:00.001-05:00

From my teen years, I developed a fascination with butterflies. The way butterflies moved through different stages in order to become beautiful, brilliant, colorful creations caught my attention. The Creator and the creation partnered for the end result of all those stages.

Developmental stages of human growth also interest me. I remember saying to a friend years ago that I wanted my children to remember me as a person who continued to grow throughout my lifetime.

And grow I have...from a young girl whose extreme shyness meant that I generally knew people by their shoes rather than their faces because I froze in place with my head down in the presence of people other than family...to a college student pushing past fears to ask deep and personal questions of patients while in nursing school...to a young wife who struggled to believe that true love triumphed over differing opinions...to a mother of young children who cried out for wisdom to parent...to the woman who even today had to remind herself to be still and breathe in the midst of a stressful situation.

The word that serves as my theme for 2011 is transformation. I am in process still, becoming the woman that God is transforming day by day.

My desire is to live free and unfettered, and to be available to the people in my world.
I want to grow in grace and truth; quietness and confidence; prayer and praise; worship and wonder; love and light. And the beautiful truth is that the Lord longs to be gracious to me; He will oversee this transformation.

And we all, with unveiled face, beholding the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from one degree of glory to another. For this comes from the Lord who is the Spirit. 2 Corinthians 3:18

I will keep my eyes on the One who transforms me into His image...Imago Dei. This is the year that I will tune into the process like never before...the door is open for you to visit, hear and see what transpires in the life of this woman becoming.

Today, I pulled up at the table with my cup to join Faith Barista's Thursday Jam Session.
Wander over to hear the conversation...

Becoming still,

Hope for Transformation

2011-01-04T00:34:00.001-05:00

I spent the end of 2010 reading the allegory, Hind's Feet on High Places, and was struck by the reality:

just as with Much-Afraid, when I fully surrender my life to the Lord, He will transform my 'crippled feet', 'crooked mouth', and 'fearing heart.'

My desire is to walk, speak, and be in such a way that I fulfill my purpose on this earth. In the midst of my pondering last week, I remembered a crucial truth: I am not in charge of my transformation - my role is to submit to the process...so here I am.

GOD, the Lord, is my strength; he makes my feet like the deer’s; he makes me tread on my high places. Habakkuk 3:19a

What a joy to begin the year with the hope of transformation. This caterpillar is poised for unfurling as a butterfly in those places of my heart that are under transformation this year. The adventure continues...
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In the dark night of the soul and in the best of times and at points in between, one desire warms my heart: "Yet I will rejoice in the Lord; I will be joyful in God my Savior." (Habakkuk 3:18).

What does this look like in my life day by day? Today, it looks like a list of gifts for which I am thankful.

#611 - 620

a new year

renewed yearning for living unfettered

new strategies for organizing

renewed hope for accomplishing goals

new butterfly pins, earrings, tealight holder

renewed faith for transformation in me; in others

new recipe for black-eyed peas

renewed passion for living.fully.each.day

new songs

renewed vision for a practice which ushers clients into the door of hope

Hope-filled on the journey,

New Year Blessings

2011-01-01T23:59:00.003-05:00

A New Year's Day cheesecake (so pretty and tasty) made by my daughter provided food for thought on the dawn of this new year.

My daughter determined to use ingredients at hand in the refrigerator. So, she made a crust of shortbread cookies and animal crackers with a sprinkling of coconut. She spied the frozen bag of mixed berries and envisioned a colorful and flavorful topping. The other ingredients (eggs, flour, cream cheese, sour cream, milk, vanilla, sugar) succumbed to my daughter's culinary giftedness and merged to become a firm and fresh cheesecake.

Dear daughter created a masterpiece from what was once a motley group of solitary items. She knew that, with her vision and plan, a great cheesecake would emerge.

Likewise, the Lord envisions all that we will become as we submit to His vision and plan for our lives. This year, I yield with anticipation as the Great Shepherd guides me further into His plan. I look forward to living free and unfettered as I become more of the woman God had in mind when I was conceived.

For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Jeremiah 29.11

The door is open - stop in to see what will be in 2011...

In joy,

Year-End [Thanks] Giving

2010-12-27T15:31:00.003-05:00

"It's not too Late!" shouted the email subject line...

Snail mail and email messages show up in abundance in my mailboxes during December.

This time of year - the end of the year - organizations encourage financial giving as businesses and individuals generously open their hearts to respond.

In my household, we prayerful determine where to give dollars. In my heart, I know I cannot live well without giving thanks.

Jack Hayford reminds us that "giving is a mind-set."

Let us come before Him with thanksgiving...Psalm 95:2 Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift! 1 Corinthians 9:15

God modeled giving when He gave His Son, Immanuel, to be with us.

The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth. John 1:14

As I move through this year-end, I am grateful for more than can be typed out on this page. Below you will find representatives of my Year-end [thanks] giving to the One who is Light and Life to me.

# 581-610

celebrating advent with my family

celebrating advent with 7th and 8th grade youth in my church family

eating Christmas breakfast with a newly divorced friend and her two young sons

singing Happy Birthday, Jesus at the breakfast table on Christmas morning

listening to songs of Christmas piped throughout the house

praying for and with friends who grieve the death of precious loved ones

keeping the home fires burning with a scaled back schedule

visiting family and friends - sharing laughter and love

nursing sick loved ones back to health

rediscovering Hannah Hurnard's Hind's Feet on High Places

receiving from caring and praying friends

giving care and friendship

seeking, really seeking, direction for the new year

discovering and attending BSF

connecting with new friends in the blogosphere

shedding clutter and baggage

writing for varied audiences

continuing to work in two fulfilling careers

loving and being loved in marriage for 31 years

seeing my adult children link careers with their gifts and talents

memorizing the promises of God for family

painting warm colors on walls

walking many miles for fitness and fellowship

understanding more by listening more

receiving showers of blessings throughout the years

enjoying extended family vacations

rekindling the joy of taking photos

learning and practicing additional technology skills

continuing to grow in grace with the help of the Grace-Giver

finding Ann Voskamp's Gratitude Community

and so much more...!

Year-end blessings to you,

In Wonder As I Wander

2010-12-25T01:28:00.000-05:00

In wonder, I journeyed the season of Advent,
Seeking and finding God's glory and might.
Being still to know Him who sent
His Son, the Word, the Life, the Light.

In wonder, I resolve to journey still,
Aware of the gifts Love continues to give.
Love that willingly climbed the hill
where the great exchange enabled us to live.

In wonder as I daily wander this path
receiving and giving hope, grace, and love.
Infinite and eternal Lord, I can hardly do the math,
to number the endless blessings you send from above.

Joy to the world, the Lord has come! Let heaven and nature sing!

Christmas blessings from

Tidings of Comfort and Joy

2010-12-16T23:36:00.001-05:00

This Advent season arrived in the midst of grieving the losses of friends and loved ones in my church family.

I find myself thinking about my father who died 17 years ago this month. I still miss him.

I think of my nephew and my sister. I still miss them.

I think of my friend who died last month; I think of his wife and what she feels this season.

As the songs of Christmas waft through shopping malls and ear buds, in cars and homes, the message of comfort and joy resounds.

In the midst of grief and loss, "How can this be?"

How do comfort and joy come when hearts hurt?

Christmas is a reminder that God cares for us. Knowing what Jesus, His One and Only Son, would suffer, God sent Him so that we could live.

Since the children are made of flesh and blood, it's logical that the Savior took on flesh and blood in order to rescue them by his death. By embracing death, taking it into himself, he destroyed the Devil's hold on death and freed all who cower through life, scared to death of death. Hebrews 2:14-15 The Message

We feel what we feel - being real in our emotions.

Jesus knows what we feel and comforts us as we go through grief and loss. And He sends those who know His joy and comfort to be present with those who need comfort.

Send me, Lord; I'll go.

I will bear witness to the feelings of grief and loss. I will bear witness to the Love that bore our infirmities and carried our sorrows on the cross. I received comfort from special friends along the way. I am grateful.

How are you unwrapping the gift of Jesus this season?

Come, join me as I visit the Faith Barista and loads of others journeying this way.

You may consider reading and sharing the book (and song) When I Get Where I'm Going. The book is filled with tidings of comfort and yes, even joy.

Love Endures All Things

2010-12-14T22:45:00.000-05:00

Today, my colleague, Teresa, shared with me a book that her sister, Ginda Ayd Simpson, wrote as a tribute to their father who died from Alzheimer's.

The book, Love Endures All Things: A Journey with "AL"zheimers, poignantly and graciously tells the story of the "pilfering" that occurs with this disease.

The words wrap themselves around the heart and mind. The paintings feed the eyes with glimpses of the fragmentation of a disease that steals from people cognitively and physically.

As I walk with my mother through episodes of forgetfulness, I am reminded by Ginda that thoughtfulness, a soothing voice, smiles, and "the familiar and healing warmth of human touch" are gifts we can give to our loved ones.

I plan to share the gift of these heart-felt words and descriptive images with families experiencing similar journeys.

Grateful for Provision

2010-12-13T23:56:00.001-05:00

Teaching 12-13 year old young people on Sundays stretches this soul.

As we seek to learn about Jesus, our Lord, Advent provides step by step learning.

Last week's class began with sharing the Jesse Tree Advent Devotional reading for December 5. We talked about the Branch that emerged from the root of Jesse.

We talked about Abraham's discovery of the lengths to which God goes to provide for us. Their assignment for the week was to write 10 things the Lord has provided for them.

On December 12, the class had forgotten to write their lists of provision, but they remembered my promise of a sweet treat.

After teaching two classes, these bones wanted to rest, wondering if the seeds fell on fertile soil.

While gathering my belongings in the quiet, once filled with chatter room, she slowly walked up to me and asked: "What is Advent? I don't remember."

I answered; we smiled; she left the room...only to return five minutes later.

She opened her rose-colored Bible and pulled out a folded piece of paper. "Did you want me to hand in my list of what God provided me?"

My heart broke: she had taken time during the week to write her gratitude list for all the Lord had provided, including:
"my mother and my father"
"food"
"sisters and brother"
"a home"

I read each written word - so precious her heart that remembered Him - Jehovah Jireh, the One Who Provides. Her openness to write her gratitude list encouraged me.

As I remember today, I give thanks for:

#571 young hearts learning to be thankful to the Lord

#572 this older heart awakening anew to the blessing in gratitude

#573 warm homes

#574 curious minds

#575 the team at my workplace

#576 Mama's lilting voice this day

#577 sharing a knowing glance across the room

#578 removing old carpet in the room where youth gather

#579 submitting to the exchange of this old wineskin for a new one

#580 this year's Advent journey

I am thankful that Ann's book has been pre-ordered and will arrive next month!

Christmas Presence

2010-12-12T01:01:00.000-05:00

The Faith Barista post on gift giving at Christmas struck a chord with me - especially the suggestion to consider an individual's love language when choosing a gift. In recent years, after "missing the gift mark" at times, I spend more time thinking about giving gifts that resonate with the receiver.

Last week was a busy week of Christmas gift-giving from me to others. The gifts were as different as the person to whom they were given, but they had a common theme. I gave the gift of presence - spending time with my mother; going out to dinner with my husband and a dear couple we have not spent much time with; meeting my friend for dinner to celebrate her birthday; praying with another friend...

I shopped for gifts from stores for other family and friends. My children still receive from me an ornament that tells the story of an aspect of their lives in the current year. One friend enjoys gifts from World Vision or other life-giving gifts, so that is what I give to her.

I am not at all original in my desire to share my presence with friends, loved ones, and even strangers during the Christmas season.

God gave the gift of Immanuel - God with Us. His presence continues to give...

"A Savior has just been born in David's town, a Savior who is Messiah and Master." Luke 2

Gifts from Around the World

2010-12-06T23:40:00.001-05:00

It dawned on me somewhere between the jollof rice and the jerk chicken; the sweet potato casserole and the collard greens:

This annual international dinner planned by the church staff and numerous volunteers displays the gift among us - the church family from 22 nations, speaking many languages and dialects.

Flags of various countries adorned every wall in the room.

Delectable native dishes stayed warm over sternos.

The people radiated comfort and joy.

Today, I am grateful for gifts from around the world within my church family, such as:

#561 - a multi-national church family

#562 - a group of youth who shares their mites to support two Compassion children each month

#563 - explaining the advent Jesse Tree journey to 12 and 13 year old students

#564 - praying with friends from half a dozen African nations

#565 - an Indian friend with whom to share child-rearing wisdom

#566 - acknowledging my need to continue to grow, to stretch

#567 - learning to sing songs of praise in a new (to me) language

#568 - wearing Lilian's gift and being transformed

#569 - being fearfully and wonderfully made

#570 - affirming God's image in us

And they sang a new song, saying, “Worthy are you to take the scroll and to open its seals, for you were slain, and by your blood you ransomed people for God from every tribe and language and people and nation. Rev. 5: 9 ESV

I am grateful to join a community of thanksgivers at Ann's Gratitude Community.

High Hopes

2010-12-02T23:05:00.005-05:00

He stood at the corner holding a sign that told the story:
"Out of work. Need Help. God Bless."

She sighed as she gathered her boys close to her. This is the first Christmas since the divorce she never wanted.

The strained voice on the telephone sought a promise not to be placed in a nursing home.

High hopes dashed by the weights we carry.
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Every year I have every intention of keeping Christmas simple.
I rarely succeed.

This year is different. I began the process of simplifying my life earlier in the year.

I am hopeful that this year I will stop to see, hear, say what the Lord is communicating to me, through me and through others.
This is my ADVENTure and my hope this Christmas.

For this Christmas season, I hope for many people to unwrap the gifts of salvation, peace, faith.

I hope to be a carrier of the message of Hope.

How can this be? The Holy Spirit will give me power to share the good news, to give the practical help, and to quiet the busyness in my life and heart.

High hopes? Very Present Help is here!

“Behold, this is our God; we have waited for him, that he might save us. This is the Lord; we have waited for him; let us be glad and rejoice in his salvation.” Isaiah 25:9

What are your hopes for Christmas? Share with the folks at the Faith Barista Jam

Clothes for the Season

2010-11-29T06:46:00.002-05:00

The clothes on trees this season reminded me of the upcoming season.

Most of the trees stand naked - no leaves to cover them. The season of dormancy slid in quietly. Dormancy allows plants to survive conditions of cold, drought, or other stress.

In my life, this season finds me changing my "clothes": decluttering at the office, at home, in my heart; listening more than speaking; receiving and giving grace. Living life with faith, intention, and mindfulness are the clothes I am wearing this season.
I am trusting the Master to prune me, to prepare me, to grow me this season.
Maybe dormancy is the current season for this vine; the adventure continues...

I delight greatly in the Lord; my soul rejoices in my God. For he has clothed me with garments of salvation and arrayed me in a robe of righteousness... Isaiah 61:10

I open my heart and my eyes with gratitude to gifts seen in the midst of the season:

#541 colorful landscapes in the fall

#542 power walking

#543 beautifully designed and skillfully sewn Nigerian dress - a gift from a friend

#544 conversation about the future with a dear friend

#545 yielding to a simpler flow of life

#546 tasty red lentil and butternut squash soup made by my firstborn

#547 dinner with extended families

#548 steady progress in the physical and cognitive development of a special girl

#549 clarity regarding a dilemma

#550 guidance from the One who shepherds

#551 a warm home during the cold weather

#552 a heart made alive

#553 Scrabble games with my husband

#554 phone calls from Florida

#555 hope - I am never ashamed of my hope in God

#556 learning to do the next thing when I am overwhelmed

#557 flexibility to accept a last minute dinner invitation

#558 fresh coats of paint on the walls

#559 writing letters and notes to friends

#560 grace to listen

My thankful heart joins many others at the Gratitude Community

Putting My Foot Down

2010-11-23T00:20:00.003-05:00

The news passed me by; the conversation was closed until I happened to ask a question. Oh well, no big deal or so I thought.

The familiar feeling of rejection washed over me like a cold wind.

Thoughts swirled out of control like leaves dancing in the wind.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"Maybe I did not reach out to connect often enough."

Then, I remembered what I learned long ago as a new bride: When thoughts swirl out of control, I can put my foot down, just the way I put my foot down on the playground while going round and round and round on the merry go round.

The swirling stops when I out my foot down.

When I put my foot down, I determine where the thoughts go and how long they linger.

What does it look like to put my foot down? I give thanks to God!

O Lord, you are my God; I will exalt you and praise your name, for in perfect faithfulness you have done marvelous things, things planned so long ago. Isaiah 25:1

Today, I give thanks for:

#511 my mother's eagerness to share recipes

#512 rice pudding (Mama's recipe) warm from the oven

#513 standing in the kitchen chatting with my daughter who cooks.very.well

#514 learning cooking tips from my daughter

#515 speaking with my son after his work assignment

#516 learning grilling tips from my son

#517 dreaming with my husband

#518 candles that give fragrance and light

#518 the Light that gives joy and strength

#519 grace to be and to do

#520 walking to the mailbox with the late autumn sun beaming on my face

#521 teaching a young friend to make chili, then sharing the meal together

#522 pretty purple pansies standing tall in the container

#523 thought-stopping tools

#524 warm and fragrant apple cake fresh from the oven

#525 newly organized desk

#526 sitting in the stands with my husband watching college basketball

#527 quick recovery from disappointment

#528 dinner with a dear friend

#529 visiting with two pastors who positively influenced my life over the years

#530 celebrating John's life with his family and friends

#531 growing in giving thanks

#532 generations: family by birth, family by marriage, and family made by love

#533 songs of freedom; songs of deliverance

#534 His mercy; His faithfulness

#535 His Word - fresh daily bread

#536 BSF and friends (YC, Debbie, Stephani) who shared this resource with me

#537 encouragement received and given

#538 understanding and wisdom from my husband

#539 long neighborhood walks

#540 Ann's encouragement to be thankful.always

Happy Thanks!

Walk this Way

2010-11-20T23:58:00.003-05:00

Over the years, my mother's solid and purposeful footsteps formed an indelible memory in my mind. I enjoyed walks with her when I was young...walking to a bus stop, a store...

My mother's footsteps - rapid and firm - have changed only slightly in her latter years.

I visited my mother last week. She appeared at the front door of her apartment as I approached. She smiled as she said: "I heard your footsteps; they sound just like mine."

My daughter visited Grandma today. As she approached the apartment, Grandma opened the door and said: "Oh, I heard your footsteps. You walk just like me and just like your mother."

In recent weeks, my mother's steps have slowed considerably. My heart deeply feels that change.

At the end of our phone call today, Mama said: "Pray for me."

I whispered: "I do, Mama; I do."

Thank you, Lord, that my mother taught me to walk this way.

Thoughts on Falling Leaves

2010-11-17T23:11:00.001-05:00

I stood outside this morning watching leaves fall from multi-colored trees. The briskly blowing wind hastened the free fall of leaves.

The beauty of vibrant hues on once green leaves evokes deep memories of:

losing a house key while walking home from elementary school; I searched for the key in piles of leaves well until after the sun went down
walking through leaves on my high school grounds on the way to the bus stop for the long.ride.home.
attending leaf raking parties in the fall at the Lambs' home with plentiful leaves, chili, friends, and fun
kicking through leaves while traveling from one class to the next on the college campus
watching my children jumping into tall piles of leaves in the back yard after raking with mom and dad
knowing that falling leaves heralds a season of preparation

What do falling leaves bring to your memory?

Falling leaves also remind me of fallen seeds. My friend John died last week. He taught me, taught many about God as our Father and us as God's sons. The lessons learned and applied transformed my life. I thank God for John's life; he planted many seeds. I pray for comfort for John's wife, children, and grandchildren.

Forgiving is For Giving

2010-11-10T23:35:00.004-05:00

As a teen, I learned that I could shrink my heart by holding a grudge.

It started when I confided in a friend; told her what I could hardly tell myself.

I noticed that I felt relieved by releasing my secret.

Then it happened. As I stood speaking with the pastor at the back of the church, he asked me about the very thing I had kept from every person.but.one. I stammered low and hurried away from his presence - heart beating fast, tears streaming down, anger welling up and tumbling out faster than I could run.

When I saw her later, I ~~couldn't~~ wouldn't speak. She asked what was wrong. I asked her how she could betray my confidence. We stopped being friends.

Forgiveness seemed to me a strange response for someone who hurt me so. But as I saw her laughing with her friends...as I wandered lonely through the halls, the truth slowly unfurled: I could not find joy because I shrank my heart. In my attempt to protect myself from hurt, I locked out the very gift given freely to me - forgiveness.

Like a victim of a spiritual stroke or heart attack, I haven't let my mind be as Christ's or my heart beat as His. I missed giving in His order of gracious largeness of heart. Jack Hayford

For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins. Matthew 6:14-15

How do you give?

You may want to visit with Ann for Walk with Him Wednesday.

Developing Negatives

2010-11-09T23:58:00.000-05:00

Kelly found her sweet spot through photography.

I discovered photography during my senior year of high school. No one and nothing was safe whenever I was near with my camera. Not the dog (wish I still had the photos), not the family, not even the flowers by the fence.

During that high school photography course, I learned to develop black and white film. The slowly emerging pictures took me by surprise. My teacher taught that once you really learned the skill of photography, you could envision the final product even before it appeared in the darkroom.

So it is with the Lord, Master Creator. He envisioned who I would be well before I was developed. I am grateful that my negatives (character flaws, self-pleasing bent, self-righteous, and more) were washed in His developing bath. Salvation comes from the Lord.

I am grateful; I am still developing. Thank you, Lord.

For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do. Ephesians 2:10

10 Steps into Joy

2010-11-08T23:22:00.000-05:00

Since the calendar moved forward to November, whispers of gratitude echo in my senses. The whispers multiplied this month, in part because I gave myself space to see, smell, hear, touch, and taste His goodness.

Steps to deeper joy begin with one word of thanks. Gratitude grows; joy takes hold; I am transformed, and so I go step by step into joy through the doorway of thanksgiving.

Step # 501: thankful to have legs and arms that still dance for Him

Step # 502: grateful for the crock pot that cooks while I'm out of the home

Step # 503: deeply inhaling the fragrance of scallion and jalapeno embellished cornbread fresh from the oven

Step # 504: thankful for ears to hear mother's heart as she bares her soul

Step # 505: grateful for the sure, strong, loving touch of my husband's hands

Step # 506: eyes dance with appreciation for the beauty of the earth

Step # 507: taste buds drool with delight bite after bite of golden delicious treat

Step # 508: lips pour out gratitude for life, salvation, grace, mercy...

Step # 509: thankful for growth that continues - He will complete the work

Step # 510: believing, receiving, giving Love's love

Steps into joy begin with my heart of thanks. You may want to step over to Ann's place to share your gratitude list today.

Breath of Freedom

2010-11-04T23:48:00.000-04:00

In days before I understood
I held onto guilt; I thought I should
keep myself wrapped in guilt's warm cocoon;
that's what the law taught me to do.

But, o happy day, when grace I knew!
Repentance allowed the light to breathe through
my tightly wound and bound core;
until like a butterfly, now I soar!

Join the crowd at the Faith Barista Jam.

The life I live...

2010-10-31T00:22:00.000-04:00

The Question

I was in my 20's and had not given much thought to God's purpose for my life, so I was a bit unnerved when Lori asked me what my gifts were and what I would do with them. 'My gifts?' I stammered. 'I don't really know.'

Lori shared how encouragement seemed so evident in my interactions with people. From her question began my journey to seek God's purpose for my life.

The Quest

As a child of God, wife, mother, nurse, daughter, sister, friend, and many other roles, I recognized my ultimate purpose early in life:

"...to act justly, and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God." Micah 6:8

I focused on that purpose, all the while seeking from God what He had in mind for me on this earth. Bit by bit; conversation by conversation, I tried my best to live the way I should live in order to become who God intended.

The Quieting Truth

I chatted with a young adult who told me he is learning to live the life of faith with increased trust in the One who authored that faith. I shared with him how, for years, I lived my life of faith as though I authored and finished it. But, time and grace brought maturity. Learning along the way to emphasize being a woman of faith enabled me to become more and more a woman of faith. Somehow, I thought from the doing flowed the being. I know differently now.

Jesus says, "If you abide in Me..." it will begin to happen. Association - a constant link - with Him will produce dissociation - a consuming break - with everything in us that isn't of Him. And when He makes us what God the Father designed us to be, we are relieved of the task of trying to appear as something we thought we ought to be. Jack Hayford in Moments with Majesty

I abide in Him; He abides in me, therefore, I can bear fruit; for without Him I can do nothing. (My paraphrase of John 15:5)

I now live a life of grace, powered by the Vine. How Divine.

Steadily Thankful

2010-10-25T23:18:00.001-04:00

My daughter bought a hybrid car. Recently, she questioned why the gas mileage fell short of expectations. As she shared this thought with her wise father, he encouraged her to be mindful of driving a steady speed instead of surging fast and slowing down.

Dear daughter implemented Dad's advice on the road. She also applied the wisdom to her life, moving steadily through responsibilites during her day, with the result that she accomplished more than usual.

Now I am adopting this wisdom as I remember to remain steady in giving thanks, in being grateful, steadily thankful for...

#482 - 500

loved one home from the hospital and recovering

bevy of pray-ers for this loved one

pansies thriving in flower pots

parsley that keeps giving

dream boosting friends

decluttering my work space

decluttering my mind

listening to the whispers

children dancing and laughing at quinceanera

music that expresses unspoken sentiments

quiet conversations at the end of the evening

helpful surgical consult

surprising sister with gift of connectivity

hope that grows

lingering conversations after dinner

beautiful sunrises

neck massages

reconnection with family at the end of the workday

rest

Steadily giving thanks with Ann's One Thousand Gifts blog

If You're Happy and You Know It...

2010-10-21T16:52:00.004-04:00

...happy are the people whose God is the Lord. Psalm 144:15

While walking in the neighborhood in early October, I stopped to watch a tractor smoothing out over-turned soil. Summer corn harvested and fall cleaning started.

I viewed the soil turning site as a metaphor for my life this year: under the watchful eyes of the Sovereign Lord (tractor driver), circumstances (the tractor) worked to turn over packed down soil (uncultivated areas of my heart) in me.

That revelation seemed neat and pretty in theory. Wouldn't you know it - this metaphor played out in real life!

The story is way too long to spill out on this page, however, the abridged version follows.

I read a scripture last week in Isaiah 7:9b: "If you do not stand firm in your faith, you won't stand at all." Sounds reasonable, right?

Well, before the day was done, a loved one was in the hospital far away from where I live. I kept tabs by telephone on how the health problem progressed...or didn't.

By the second day of the hospitalization, I thought I should go and offer assistance (you know, being the nurse on duty).

For a number of reasons, I could not travel to the hospital. One of the reasons came from inside my heart. I needed to trust God to provide what was needed through others geographically closer to my loved one.

What?!! I couldn't go and make sure the care was appropriate and prayers were offered regularly at the bedside?

It was touch and go for a while - with the patient and with my heart.

I gradually leaned on the truth that the Sovereign Lord had the patient and me covered in His loving and merciful hands.

I learned in this instance to be still and trust God's process. My trust and faith increased in the One who was so near...the Love that vanquished my fear.

I began to relax. I kept in close contact with the helpers helping my loved one. I provided consultation as needed.

Today, I smile at the progress over the week: a body being healed and a soul being healed. I am grateful; I am growing. I am happy.

He will have no fear of bad news; his heart is steadfast, trusting in the LORD. Psalm 112:7

Keeping it real with the Faith Barista this jamming Thursday!

Night Songs

2010-10-18T08:03:00.002-04:00

Troubles seemed to grow like weeds over the past weeks. Simultaneously, prayers for healing multiplied toward the throne of the One who hears and helps...our Refuge and Strength; our very present Help.

After decades of witnessing the power of song, I marvel at the truth that singing, even during dark nights of the soul, awakens thanksgiving in my heart.

You hold my eyelids open; I am so troubled that I cannot speak. I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times. I call to remembrance my song in the night; I meditate within my heart, and my spirit makes diligent search. Psalm 77:4-6

So I sing: I sing in tune with Truth.
I sing lyrics written by Love.
I rest in refrains sung by my Redeemer.

I sing with thanks for:

#472 - 481

a long history of grace moments (I remember, Lord!)

enduring love in marriage

privilege of seeing two precious children grow to adulthood

companions in intercession during dark nights

comfort and care for parents who recently experienced the death of their child

hope for healing

faith: authored and finished by the only One who can

tears: they speak volumes when words fail

blood: divine and human

being held when so much seems to be falling apart

Nothing is impossible for You; you hold my world in Your hands!

Hear one song that has crossed my lips many times this weekend: Healer

A Place of Safety

2010-10-16T23:53:00.002-04:00

Many times my work around the house came to a sudden halt as a child would grab my legs and call out "Base!" My son and his friends chased each other until one of them sought safety by grabbing hold of one of their parents. No one could touch the child who held onto the base.

So it was this week for me. When I felt chased by stressors and circumstances, I ran to my Refuge and my Strength. I found the place of safety in the presence of the Lord.

Keep me safe, O God, for in you I take refuge...I will praise the Lord, who counsels me; even at night my heart instructs me. I have set the Lord always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken. Psalm 16

A Place Called Joy

2010-10-11T23:32:00.002-04:00

My friend and I walked for more than 90 minutes around winding paths and through tranquil neighborhoods. We enjoyed sharing the ways in which the Lord helps us in our work, in our families, and in other aspects of our lives.

As we prepared to get in our cars, the conversation turned to the subject of joy. Sharon recently reread "The Pursuit of Holiness" and "The Practice of Godliness by Jerry Bridges. She shared how her understanding of joy expanded as she was reminded that joy is what we experience when we are in the presence of the Lord.

"True joy comes only from God and He shares this joy with those who walk in fellowship with Him." Jerry Bridges in The Pursuit of Holiness, p. 154.

I recalled times when I fretted over difficult circumstances. I tried to find joy by finding happiness.

You have made known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand. Psalm 16:11

What I now understand is the place called joy is in the presence of God. So my question is: how do I get into God's presence? Speaking gratitude is one way that I commune with God. Today, I join Ann's Gratitude Community and continue counting grace gifts.

#462 - 471

enjoying beautiful weekend weather

viewing tree leaves with multiple hues

extending grace

receiving grace

sharing time together alone in the garden (He walks with me and talks with me)

trusting the Lord with all my heart

thanking Him daily, moment by moment

acknowledging Him in my world

listening to Joy

allowing Joy to strengthen me

With a thankful heart,

Welcome, Lord

2010-10-08T00:31:00.000-04:00

A young friend visited the area and stopped by for dinner. I knew he was coming with a day's notice. Ideas for a meal that could be prepared after a work day danced in my head. So wonderful to have meals frozen for times like this.

He came through the door. We warmly welcomed him. Dinner ready; table set; life shared. We enjoyed the visit.

After the friend left, I pondered:

In what ways do I prepare to welcome the Lord into my everyday life?

Welcoming the Lord:

begins each morning as I recognize his new mercies and his faithfulness
continues as I sing songs to him as I prepare for the day
occurs as I read his words and pray and listen and write
includes asking him for help to do the work before me this day
enables me to hear his voice and see his face in the people I encounter
helps me to speak his words and show his mercy
is dynamic and not a formula
remains an option, even when I feel defeated or unworthy or tired or blah or...
provides an opening for him to abide - stay with me
requires my life, my all

Welcome, Lord

Orienteering

2010-10-04T23:22:00.001-04:00

Each of our children experienced "outdoor school" for a week during fourth grade. This city girl mama accompanied first born daughter on the trip. During that trip, I developed an enduring appreciation for nature. This is my Father's world.

Hiking, reading, playing, learning, eating, conversing, praying, singing filled our days and nights. An intriguing aspect of the week for city girl mama was orienteering: finding our way with map and compass. The children experienced a separate orienteering course prior to the trip and were familiar with finding their way. I hadn't a clue!

Lately, pondering a life less hectic, less stressful, and desiring a more intentional, more worshipful life readied my heart to hear the words that reminded me to mind my map (the Word of God) and compass (Holy Spirit led living).

Let your eyes look straight ahead, fix your gaze directly before you. Make level paths for your feet and take only ways that are firm. Do not swerve to the right or the left; keep your foot from evil. Proverbs 4:25-27

Gratitude and praise orient my steps as I worship the Living God.

Praising and thanking Him for many gifts:

#452 - 461

baking an apple cake with Rachel

maneuvering flattened apple cake into a tasty treat

chatting about lunch options with Quez

dreaming with Reggie

singing as seven teens are baptized

listening to Mama's recollections

reading and understanding about the lives of refugee families

writing to Fernando, our son of Compassion

chopping parsely freshly picked from the patio

walking and talking with my friend

Join the throngs walking with Ann on Multitude Mondays.

Hope Lives

2010-09-30T23:02:00.000-04:00

Hope lives today,
even with desires unseen.
Instead of wishful thinking,
Hope provides a place on which faith can lean.

Hope anchors my soul;
a truth learned while living.
The results in my heart convince me;

Hope I received is hope I am giving.

Rockin' Praises

2010-09-27T23:48:00.001-04:00

I'm ready, God, so ready, ready from head to toe. Ready to sing; ready to raise a tune: 'Wake up, soul!'...I'm thanking you, God, out loud in the streets, singing your praises in town and country. The deeper your love, the higher it goes. Every cloud is a flag to your faithfulness. Psalm 57:7-10

Raindrops, tap dancing on the windows, kept me awake off and on during the night. As I tossed and as I turned, the faithfulness of the Lord over the past week, year, lifetime flashed in my mind...vignettes of victories won; clips of comfort provided; and pictures of perseverance...

When daybreak arrived, so did the voice singing praises.

"Be exalted, God, above the heavens. Let your glory be over all the earth!" Psalm 57:11

Awakened and spilling thanks like raindrops for:

#442-451

raindrops on parched ground

cool morning air

joy coming in the morning after a sad night

purposeful living

news of healed body

margin, that is, clear space in a packed world

displays of covenant loyalty, day in and day out

rainbows, double rainbows!

butterfly sightings

freshly planted pansies

Joining the Gratitude Community in giving thanks.