Tag: love

Let me tell you about…

When was the last time you read a good book? Saw a great movie? Ate at a great restaurant? Heard some wonderful music?

Did you tell anyone? Did you post on your social media?

Probably so. When something is favorable or enjoyable, we tend to let others know – whether they ask or not.

Now, did you have a bad experience with customer service, the doctor’s office or in traffic? Did you share that too?

What is the motivation you have when sharing with others? Is it to impart wisdom or to complain or to throw shade on someone who irritated you?

Today, I’d like to brag on my heavenly Father. He is a good Father who longs to bless His children. Do you ask Him for favor?

It really feels unnatural to me to ask God to bless me. Blessings for you? Sure, no problem. But to ask for blessing and favor for myself, somehow seems arrogant.

But – He owns everything. Everything flows from Him. So if I ask for blessing, it’s not like He can’t bless you too. He has everything!

So I have asked for blessing regularly. It’s a bit awkward at first but it’s been fun to see how He shows up.

Tim and I were able to get away for a few days and I asked for favor every day. Let me hit a couple of recent highlights:

  • the trip was paid for in cash – before we left
  • Tim was able to unplug from work on the trip down
  • car was parked in the shade
  • the weather was magnificent
  • the Blue Angels were flying home to Pensacola and they buzzed our beach. They flew directly over the neighboring condo.
  • Blue Angels practiced and we sat in the front row – no major sunburn
  • we saw dolphins everyday
  • our kids were unexpectedly blessed financially
  • mom had doctor appointments while we were gone and family and friends went with her. She was shown kindness and favor during the appointments.

We give God praise for all of this and more. He is not a slot machine or a magic genie. But He is a good Father who knows what is best for His kids.

He knows what is going on in our lives. He knows the situations that need solutions. We have many questions and He has all of the answers.

Thank you, Lord, that we can come to You. We trust You.

“The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face shine on you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace.” Numbers 6:24-26 (NIV)

Treasure Restored

I have always wanted diamond stud earrings.

I don’t remember if someone I knew had them or I had seen them in a magazine or a store. But I knew that was on my wish list.

At one time, I worked for a very generous law firm. When a big case was won, everyone shared in the bonus – whether they worked on the case or not. From partners, other attorneys, support staff to the runners, we all shared. It was amazing!

After one of these bonuses, I was determined to get those earrings. But, when I actually started looking at them, the cost to me was so high! I couldn’t justify the expense. Cubic zirconia became my substitute.

After Tim and I married, he discovered this desire of mine. After he received a bonus, he bought my first pair. They were lovely and tiny. I adored them.

After a few years, Tim blessed me again with another pair. These had a little drop down that sparkled when I turned my head. I felt very glamorous.

I was purging one weekend. I was consolidating, throwing away and giving away. Sometimes I think socks and t-shirts spawn like rabbits. A thorough cleansing always feels good.

I had two separate boxes for the earrings and they were easily consolidated into one. One less box to keep.

I tossed the wrong box. I didn’t double check it before throwing it into the trash. I was so heartbroken. Tim and I both try to hold our things with open hands. I didn’t lament for long. But still, I missed the earrings.

Fast forward a few more years and Tim gifted me again with diamond stud earrings. Still tiny. Still so very lovely.

I was wearing them the other day and told him how much I appreciated him replacing my treasure.

We both thought of how God does the same thing.

When we are in Christ, we are a new creation. The old is gone and the new has come. (2 Corinthians 5:17)

When something has been lost, run over or mutilated, the Lord restores what the locust have eaten. (Joel 2:25)

God’s Word also says that we are His special treasure! Can you imagine?

You have been set apart as holy to the Lord your God, and he has chosen you from all the nations of the earth to be his own special treasure. (Deuteronomy 14:2 NLT)

The Creator of the universe has declared me His own special treasure. My Savior gave His life because He found me to be precious. Not because of anything I have done but, because of His love for me.

So very thankful.

Love, Thumbs and Oranges

I recently had some minor hand surgery. The bandage was less obtrusive than the one for my carpal tunnel. I had the use of four fingers but my thumb was completely wrapped.

It’s amazing how many ways you use your thumb.

Opening jars, squeezing the toothpaste tube, zipping anything, and opening the plastic storage bags.

I did as much as I could and would make adjustments as you learn to do. My mom kept asking if I needed help and what she could do for me. I kept her at bay and tried to do everything myself. (Wait…am I stubborn?)

I managed pretty well but, the one thing I just could not do was peel an orange.

My first and only attempt was a complete failure. I couldn’t use the knife properly and then I couldn’t remove the peel and just made things mushy and sticky.

Mom to the rescue. She even put it on a plate for me. Every piece was separated and whole. It was the sweetest orange ever.

I thought about this day in respect to my conversations with the Lord. He is there, waiting to help. I picture Him standing there waiting for me to ask.

But I ignore His presence and ‘power through’. I can handle that relationship, the money problems, the work issues by myself.

And sometimes I do. Until everything becomes ‘mushy and sticky’. Then I cry out in desperation. Help, Lord! Please!

What if I asked Him first? What if I prayed first? Not only in the big things but the little things too. He cares about them all.

Lord, help me with this conversation. Show me how to love people. Reveal truth and help me walk in the confidence of knowing that You are always with me. Give me words to share with others.

He always answers. It’s not always the way I think He will or in the time frame I think He should. But, He’s God and I am not. He is for me. I can trust in Him.

And so can you.

Mom’s Day

During church last night, our pastor reminded everyone that it is Mother’s Day this next Sunday. Then he asked for a show of hands of people who are the product of a praying mother. A lot of hands went up. Mine did.

But what captured my thoughts, were seeing the number of people who did not raise their hands.

I was again reminded of what a gift a praying mom is. And so, I’m reading Proverbs 31:10-31 with my mom in mind.

My dad became an overseas missionary much later in life and his health continued to decline. Mom would travel with him to help out where she could. I remember asking one time why she didn’t ask him to stop traveling. It was difficult maneuvering the airports (dad needed assistance and a wheelchair.) They were both hurting physically every time they traveled.

Mom said, “I would feel as though I were taking away his dessert.” She knew dad’s time was short and didn’t want him to miss out on possibly the best time. Verse 12, “She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life.”

Money seemed to always be tight but there was always enough. Sometimes, that meant that mom had to work outside the home. Verse 17, “She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks.”

I was asked to go to a dance. She made my dress. She made several items of clothing for me – first day of school, bridesmaid, prom. Verse 19, “In her hand she holds the distaff and grasps the spindle with her fingers.”

She may not be as active as she once was but, she still manages to make a difference to people. She gives rides to those who need it. Gives little gifts to the grands. Cleans the kitchen. Cares for Xena, the wonder dog. Verse 20, “She opens her arms to the poor and extends her hands to the needy.”

Tim and I both know that she prays for us. She continues to support and pray for her children, their families, and others. I know that I am the product of a praying mom. I know that is a blessing and a legacy that I continue.

Verses 30-31, “Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. Honor her for all that her hands have done, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.”

Thanks, mom. For everything.

Time for Reflection

It is Holy Week. The week before Easter Sunday.

A time to reflect more purposefully on what Jesus did for us.

Just some things to think about. He knew what was going to happen at the end of the week. How did He spend His final week?

He got His house in order. He drove out the merchants who were selling animals for sacrifices.

He persisted in living out His calling by continuing to teach in the Temple.

He spent time with His closest friends.

He served others. He washed the feet of his disciples – including the one who would betray him.

He worshiped God (His Father) and sang a hymn.

He prayed earnestly, honestly, fervently.

If you knew you had less than a week to live, would you do any of these things?

Thank you, Lord! For living and dying for me. For continuing to teach me, being with me and loving me. In spite of all of the betrayal…all my sin. Thank you, Jesus!

(Suggestion – spend some time in the Bible this week reading about the Triumphal Entry, the clearing of the Temple, the Last Supper. Picture yourself in the story. Because you are. He did all of this for your heart. For your redemption.)

Where Do I Begin?

It’s 2025 and I am beginning the year with a me and Jesus retreat! (Please, forgive the grammar.)

I’ve looked forward to this for months and I am finally here. I packed nearly everything, said goodbye to the family (Xena, the wonder dog, was sulking) and drove for just an hour or so and made it without incident.

There are 18 steps to the door of this little apartment. I tried not to over pack. I did bring several bags of food. But, I thought it would be smart to bring the giant suitcase with just a few clothes and then pack the paint supplies, the canvases, the books, journals and my favorite slippers. 18 steps. Multiple times. I was tired when I finally got inside and locked the door.

I plugged in the little Christmas tree and lit my new candle. I unpacked and everything is neat and orderly.

I took a shower (first one today – and since I won’t be seeing anyone, it may be the only one for a few days.) I am certainly relaxed now.

How do I begin this time with my Father? How do I create the ‘right’ atmosphere for me to hear from Him?

I am extremely grateful. I thank Him for safe travel, for food, for heat, for peace and quiet. I thank Him for a husband who doesn’t mind me going off by myself, for my church being broadcast over the internet. I thank Him for being right here all of the time.

I have plans for this retreat. Plans to write, to walk, to exercise, to complete a puzzle. Plans to paint and to nap and to sit on the balcony and just look at the view.

But my top priority is to connect with Jesus and to see what His plans for me are. You don’t have to be in a special place or have things in order to connect with Him.

You just need a willing heart, open ears and to be still.

Start with gratitude. Tell Him you love Him. Just start.

Love or Self-Preservation

How many times do you extend yourself to others who either don’t respond at all or don’t respond in a positive way?

You may remember that our family is fractured. (See post “The Day After” from November 2023.) This is always magnified by the holidays.

I spoke with my pastor’s wife. She has family hardships too. What?!?! Pastor’s families aren’t picture perfect? That may surprise some but, as a pastor’s kid, I can tell you they aren’t. Everyone has issues – whether they are apparent or not.

But God is sovereign.

We often extend invitations. However, many times we either get zero response or a definitive NO. How many times do we keep reaching out?

How many times do we keep being hopeful only to end up disappointed?

We are called to be like Jesus. We are to compare ourselves to Him alone.

He kept asking, kept loving, kept forgiving. And He knew their hearts!

I want to know the highs and lows and everything in between in my families lives. I want to live life with them and not on separate islands. I want them to know Jesus and to have a relationship with Him. I want them to know how much they are loved.

So, we continue to reach out, to invite, to ask questions. As a wise woman once told me, “We can give (people) love. We just cannot dictate how they receive it.”

By the way, we did get two yes responses this year! We are hopeful for more.

What Are You Going To Do?

It was a question I did not want to hear and definitely did not want to answer.

We had some friends over for dinner last night. Mom was entertaining the five year old and the other adults were telling God stories at the table.

Tim recounted how we met and fell in love. He told the story of how we came to this church and how God has been using us. Our guest told stories too about how big and awesome our God is.

I was quiet and then said that I found this conversation convicting. I recently found out someone I know has cancer and is now home on hospice. I wrote her a note and recounted memories of times together. Everyone wants to know they made a difference and were seen.

But I made no mention of God, salvation or eternal life.

My guest asked the poignant question, “So, what are you going to do?” I didn’t know. They said I could write another card or call or stop by. Stop by? What? Like unannounced? To drop in on someone I haven’t seen in years when they are in a delicate state? That takes another level of confidence I don’t have.

So, my wise husband then suggested I ask the Holy Spirit.

Whew! That’s another truth I needed to hear.

If I say I am a Christian, I follow Christ, I believe that there is an eternal life spent in hell or heaven, why wouldn’t I want to tell others?

Because I’ve believed a lie. It’s not my ‘calling.’ It’s not my ‘gifting.’ I’ve followed the fear.

The truth is that we are all called to be the light in the world. We are to be like Jesus. Well, He definitely went around telling people about eternal life.

Again – let’s go back to what I know to be true. If God is for us, who can be against us? The Lord hasn’t given me a spirit of fear – but one of love, power and a sound mind. He will never leave me. He is always with me and promises to meet my needs. He directs my steps. He gives me the words.

Alright – I am moving forward. Help my unbelief!

So, my friend, what are YOU going to do?

Commitment or Perfection?

Leadership expert John C. Maxwell states he is a writer so he writes everyday.

Really? Every day?!?!?

When I checked to see how many books he has written, I got several answers. One said 130, another said 203 and yet another said 860!

Whichever is correct, this much is true. The man writes! He is committed to it.

But does this make him perfect?

When I read stories of great people in the Bible, I tend to ‘perfectionize’ them. I see Noah building that ark day after day after day – never getting tired or taking a day off. I see Solomon building the temple never wavering in his commitment to finish. I see Paul traveling from town to town preaching the gospel and never resting from speaking or his writing.

But is this true? No. They were human like us. They grew weary and tired. They were frustrated and had doubts too.

But they were committed to God. They were not perfect in their commitment. But they were committed.

I’ve been committed to Tim for over 18 years now. Have I been perfect in that commitment? Have I honored him 100% of the time? No. Yet, I am committed.

I say that God has called me to write and yet I waiver on being committed to writing. But, maybe I’m trying to be perfect.

But once again, God has not called me to perfection. He has asked me to trust and obey Him.

So, again, I start anew. Another day, take another step forward. Just keep moving.

Thank you, Lord, for your faithfulness, for forgiveness, for fresh starts. Help my unbelief!

Because I love you…

We all know that we use the word love with a variety of meanings.

I love finding the perfect parking spot. I love clean sheets. I love Xena, the wonder dog. I love my kids/grands and Tim.

I also love God.

Why is it so easy for me to do things for Tim/kids/grands – even Xena because of my love for them but, not so easy for me to do things for God. *OUCH*

Obedience is one way to show God that I love Him. Not because I think he will punish me if I don’t. But because I love Him, I will do what He asks. I know that in my head. Please, Lord, let it penetrate my heart and my will.

Scripture is loaded with reminders of obedience and love.

John 15:10 – When you obey my commandments, you remain in my love….

John 14:23 – Jesus replied, “All who love me will do what I say.”

Obedience can be defined as compliance with an order, request, or law or submission to another’s authority. I want to be fully submitted to the authority of God. He has created me (and you) on purpose and for a purpose. He has good plans and can be trusted. Why do I continue to disobey – or in other words, why do I rebel?

Let’s go back to scripture.

Luke 6:46 – “So why do you keep calling me ‘Lord, Lord!’ when you don’t do what I say?

1 Samuel 15:23 – Rebellion is as sinful as witchcraft, and stubbornness as bad as worshiping idols.

Egad!

Lord, once again, I’m convicted of my rebellion and stubbornness. Thank you, Lord, that there is NO CONDEMNATION! Thank you for your forgiveness. Change my heart, Lord. Remind me again and again that YOU alone are worthy. YOU can be trusted. I don’t have to understand. I just need to trust.