Be Thankful in All Things

I recently wrote an article for my friend Wendi, about God enabling her to forgive the men who murdered her husband. Her incredible story has touched people’s hearts and caused them to ask the same question. Could I forgive someone who murdered my loved one? But here’s someone else’s true story. I didn’t write this post. But it caused me to put myself in his shoes and ask myself. How would I respond if, God forbid, that happened to me.

Thanksgiving will once again be celebrated this coming Thursday. It is certainly a holiday we look forward to every year. Yet, there are so many who take this word, Thanksgiving, for granted. Just what does it really mean to you? In contemplating this question I began by thinking of  the abundance of good things that have happened in my life. Now, that is something to really be thankful for.

But wait, the scripture says to be thankful in ALL things. Okay, let me think a minute. How in the world can I be thankful for things that are anything but good; the things that bless me? How can I be expected to be thankful for the things that hurt me? Do I just stop in my tracks and say, “WoW! Thank you God for this event in my life and all the misery and discomfort it has caused?” I…

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Never Too Busy

I LOVE this blog post. It speaks to me on so many levels because I’ve been there….done that. Read and be blessed with a new view of God who’s never too busy for you!

I have just wakened from a delightful dream, and it led me to an even more delightful realization, and this needed to be shared. My dream was of a very busy, very responsible, very wonderful friend…

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Rain Makes the People Grow

Do you long for blue skies in your life? And I don’t mean the weather. Three years ago, when I wrote this message, Northern California was desperate for rain. This month, we’ve experienced winter storms that have wreaked havoc. Either way, I still believe what I wrote in this post back then. The rain in our life is necessary if we want to grow…..

 

A blue sky, and the chatter of yellow finches clinging to the tube feeder beneath my Oak tree, beckons me. Come out and play. Blue skies can be deceiving in the winter. I open the front door and po…

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Consumed with Whom?

Even In This

Wrote this a year ago, but the message still rings true.

Today, I swam upstream in a sea of shoppers. Browsing for the perfect Christmas gift.

Never mind that Christ came as the Lamb of God to Save people from their sins on that first Christmas,

Businesses are glad to Save me a buck this time of year (and spend one too) so long as I…..

  • Shop on a particular date
  • Use a coupon
  • Buy two items to get one free.
  • Mail in a rebate

After two hours, and minimum results, I called it a day. I don’t have the shopper gene, and gifts aren’t my love language.

My trash can is full of unread, glossy catalogs and holiday coupons. I delete email advertisements that urge me to “Hurry up and Buy.”

Even charities finagle how to guilt me into year-end giving—tax deductible of course.

I DO LOVE CHRISTMAS, but…

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I Love the Imperfection

I wrote this over four years ago, but the topic of imperfection came up recently, and my friend’s words brought me to tears and reminded me of this earlier post. She said, “We listen to lots of lies from our enemy, but those lies wouldn’t carry water if there weren’t a semblance of truth in them. It is that smidgeon of truth that makes the lie powerful. And all the positive words can’t remove the truth of the lie. We are imperfect. Here is what does knock the enemy senseless. A perfect God uses our imperfections for his glory. God chose us, called us, saved us, and uses us. Our imperfections won’t be removed until glory. In the mean time, when the devil throws his darts, we deflect them to Jesus. Nothing about my imperfection defers what Jesus is doing through me. It is His work, His process, His perfection. When I focus on that truth, the lies have no power.” Amen, sister!
And by the way, the man who said “I love the imperfection” has since passed away. I wish I’d shown him this post.

Even In This

Last week, I went into an antique store to browse old furniture. The man who worked there showed me a handmade fireplace mantel. He pointed to the scratches in the wood, and the uneven design along the front. Then he caressed a round, black stain on top of the mantel where a wet glass or candle had stood.

“I love the imperfection of it,” he said.

“What did you say?” 

“I love the imperfection,” he repeated, “because that’s what makes antique furniture unique and have character.”

Unique is not a word I’d use to describe the queen-sized bed frame I recently bought. It was manufactured in China, came in a cardboard carton, assembled by yours truly, and seemingly without defect … unlike the reflection of imperfection that stared back at me from a hazy, antique mirror.

I combed my hair with my fingers and left the store asking myself, do…

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Need Some Deep Cleansing?

It’s rare for me to reblog one of my previous post, but since I’ve been in a cleaning mode, this one still resonates with my spiritual walk.

Even In This

My eyes and nostrils burn from the pungent fumes of household bleach. For today, I meant business with my upstairs shower stall—the one I never use—which got plenty of use this summer.

Long, steamy showers (and a lack of ventilation) allowed specks of black mold to creep into the crevices of grout between the shower tiles.

With gloved hands, I scrubbed the shower walls and basin with a brush. Then I held a dish towel to my face while I attacked the grout with my spray bottle of bleach.

Spray. Scrub. Rinse. Repeat.

Water flowed down the shower stall walls, becoming a mucky grey, and swirled down the drain.

Satisfied, I advanced towards the commode, brandishing my toilet brush. I showed no mercy to the porcelain. I also mopped floors. Washed laundry. Cleaned out the cat’s litter box.

My housework wasn’t finished until I’d emptied all the garbage cans and took the…

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