In the End

Can you find the beauty and intrigue in this picture? Because of the wear and tear of the elements and age, the structure is no longer used in it’s initial capacity. Still, it stands. Beautiful in it’s own way, and serving to provide an atmosphere of tranquility as my camera secured the thought.

In the end, we win.

I know some days are hard and there are times you may shake your fists at the heavens , demanding why.

I understand the toll that physical and emotional pain takes on a body, and how anguish rips at the heart.

The daily grind of always being a day late and a dollar short is taxing, to say the least.

You may be plagued with guilt when you feel you are a burden to the ones that have to help you with daily living or feeling overwhelmed when you are the daily living caretaker of one who doesn’t have the mental capacity or awareness to appreciate you anymore.

You may have looked for love in all the right/wrong places, and still walked out alone. You can never seem to measure up, no matter how hard you try.

You may feel you are living a lie.

You have no idea where your kid is in life or where they are headed.

You hold your sick child without a documented medical cure, or you hold your parent knowing the twilight years are dimming. You are tired, so very tied.

How do we encourage each other when we ourselves, are struggling?

How do we inspire, love, or teach when we are hanging on by a thread?

How do we know that what we have been taught as truth, will become our reality?

I do not have any great step by step ” fix all” plan to share, but I can show you my scars and tell you about my healing.

I can hold your hand and lift you up to the King, the only one who has offered an eternal redemption and restoration to my heart and my life.

Even in my own storm, He has reached in and calmed my chaos. He has been faithful.

I heard the whisper of His still small voice this week , the brush of of angels wings, and the warmth of truth as I poured my heart out to God, “No matter what you walk through in this life, in the end- we WIN!”

It took several days before I could share this, my emotions were just too raw. “Baby, no matter what, we Win!”

Barely There

My faith is extremely important to me- the rebar of my foundation. You may not see it, but it is there and much needed if i want to keep my life upright.

Upright, now that’s relative. You know, when we are walking through a long, long season, we start to notice people falling away. We cant blame anyone for getting tired of the, “Same ole, same ole.”

I guess they run out of things to say besides,”How are you?” When we answer fine, the common knowledge of the lie is heavy, but the awkward truth is avoided.

The other option is to be honest, and both of you sigh knowing this was not what they wanted to hear or what you wanted to say.

Neither situation is pleasant, so many folks just avoid the whole experience- removing themselves because they have their own plate to deal with. It is understandable.

Visualizing a future of promised blessings and healing can be hard when you are holding the hand of someone in excruciating pain.

You listen to their cries, as your simple whisper to God is just for that moment in time. Frankly, in that second I don’t give a rip about much of anything else.

My language is straight and not honey coated. I’ve lost the desire for refined sugar, and gained a desire for the basic raw. It it what it is. I am what I am, and life goes on.

Lately, Ive had some treasured conversations with friends (yes, I have a few.) We all have full plates of life’s issues and yet the blunt exchange without judgement, assumptions, how to lists, or reprimands to be more thankful is very cathartic.

Its like the feeling you get when you finally clean out your closet. You toss the clothes that don’t fit, find hidden gems that still fit, and still make room for something new.

The raw conversation was not the star of the show, but it was essential in fully appreciating each other , regardless of where we are. That simple fact can make us all thankful( look up the red letter version of this thought.)

Unfiltered, to me, means bare truth- no frills, smoke, mirrors, or hidden agendas. It does not have to be mean, cruel, unkind, or harsh.

I think my mantra for 2018 will be, “Bare Truth” encased in love…i need a mug.

As always, make the time to tell someone they matter. Your voice may be the only one they hear. We need each other.

All My Knack

I love my blooming clematis vine.

It is an absolutely beautiful asset to any garden. 

I have found them to be typically hardy if two general measures are taken 1) protection of root system and 2) proper pruning. 

One variety flowers from growth of the previous year, another from the hardened wood of past seasons, another flowers from both old and new, and finally one that only flowers from the current year’s growth.

Pruning too harshly could wipe out the whole blooming season on one and it is the only way another will blossom. You have to know your vine. 

Aren’t we like that-the same, yet in different places and seasons in our lives? 

We too, have to know our vine.

 

“I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.” John 15:5

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I was thinking about Sarah yesterday- you know, trying to help God fulfill His promises and all. 


 For all her good intentions, her selfish motivation was evident as were her jealousy and vindictive nature.  She was not perfect, nor was that man of hers, Abraham-trying to pass her off as his sister to save his own skin-go figure.


They were by any standard, blemished and broken.  Still, I found myself encouraged.  


For all of the tarnished quirks, there were those blebs of redeemed understanding coming forth in the form of HOPE.  


I have experienced that renewed hope  through a God that sees my imperfections clearly and still declares purpose for my life!   


So for the new year, I am laying claim to the wisdom and courage of Deborah, the laughter of Sarah, Hagar’s honest cries to God, and the no apology worship of Mary Magdalene.  Happy NEW year!


“He who was seated on the throne said, “I am making everything new!” Then he said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.” Revelation 21:5

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We sometimes find ourselves in the middle of a story plot that we did not foresee when preparing our autobiography; added responsibilities that we did not sign up for, consequences that were not disclosed when we were making our choices, and the feeling that life is a constant struggle. Where did the love, peace, joy, and pot of gold at the end of the rainbow go?

Deep breath, there are blessings to be found in any situation and they are different for each of us.

Some may be clearly visible, and others we may not see or understand until years later, maybe not until we meet our maker.

But this I know—even when we pray, “Why God?”, even if we run when we need Him most, and even if we are too worn out to lift our heart above our circumstances…He will not abandon us.

“I, the Lord your God, hold your right hand and say to you, ‘Don’t be afraid; I will help you.” Isaiah 41:13

Baby It’s Cold

Earlier this month I touched on holiday sorrow. It is still coming up in my prayer time.  

Often we try and smooth over the wrinkles in our relationships, especially when dealing with turmoil or depression.  

Not addressing issues is alot easier than sitting down and listening to someone pour out their brokenness.  

I’ve been there (on both sides) and know that ignoring the situation is not helping anyone involved.  

Acknowledgment is a treasured gift-to be given and received.  

Allowing reasonable expectations and throwing out grand illusions of perfection releases both parties from heavy burdens. 

 Securing strength and guidance through God’s Word and relying on The Holy Spirit’s inspiration makes for a way of life I can trust.   The fact, yes, I do my best to live it, believe it, and repeat it.

God truly cares about what breaks our hearts and spirit.  He is the giver of life and restoration.  My family is living proof.


“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit” – Psalm 34:18

I’m Bloomin’ Ready

Such as it is- life moves forward, seasons change, and nothing remains the same.  I know that the quiet sorrow of your winter’s heart will give way to the rekindled hope of spring.  I will keep you lifted up in prayers to our loving Father-the caretaker and nurturer of man’s fragile new growth, but be encouraged love, the blooming season is at hand.


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