Almost twenty years ago, good friends fell on hard times and lost their home. I remember  thinking several things, but one wrong thing I thought was; can they recover and survive under the loss?

I know, pretty shallow, right? I was young! Not a good enough excuse? Ok, my understanding of God was shallow. I didn’t know how ABLE GOD was to carry them.

They did survive. I would say they flourished. I don’t know what they would say. I’m sure it wasn’t all done well. They probably suffered in many ways that we all have. Loss of faith in each other, maybe. A feeling that God let them down. That they let their family down, or each other. Only they know what happened these last many years, but we can all see the outcome.

This couple hung tight during the storm. They raised sweet kids, worshipped the Lord, and stayed together. Not easy. But through it all, I see an enlarged view of God, a good marriage, and children who are blessed to have parents that fought the good fight, and beleived that staying together would be worth it.

I see the faithfulness of a good God! I know they do too. And it was worth it. Not only did they just celebrate their anniversary of 25 years, but they are buying their first new home in almost 20 years. They worked hard all these years, rented, and trusted the Savior of their souls. God bless them.

I know so many of you have suffered even more loss than these dear people. God is inifinetly here for you. He can carry you through the greatest lost. He understands loss because He lost too. Jesus, His, only son, suffered, died, for us! We need redeeming! We need someone to save us from doom. Jesus saves. Trust Him with your greatest loss. He is trustworthy and good. He carries us. He cares for us. Confess your sin, repent, and be saved by the only God who can save!

Where did this year go? It has been the fastest year of my life.I accomplished quite a bit, but I could have done more. Isn’t that the way it always is. I let my blog go because I started writing bible studies for my women’s group-Teachings From the Gospels-I’ve really learned so much and hope the women have too, but why did I have to give up my blog? I also am still writing my book. I have less than 20,000 words to go. Why does that feel like so much?Oh well, I’ll keep plugging away at it.  The point is, everything takes so much time. I’m a full-time-more like time-and-a-half-Realtor. I enjoy my work and am grateful I get to do something I love and am good at. I meet great people-I’m constantly learning something new everyday-but I spend a lot of time working. I’ve been reading Psalm 127 this past few weeks and God is speaking to my heart about “time management.” Not in the way we normally mean, but about rest and sleep. I need more, but I hate giving up precious “night-time” hours to sleep. Well, I have no choice. The scripture says that “He gives to his children in their sleep.” I’m going to take Him at his Word. He can give me peace-Give me sleep, and I will trust Him to help me accomplish what I need to do during the daylight hours. Anyway, just some random thoughts about how this year is flying by, what I’ve done with it, and how I’m going to get more rest!!  And, write more! Cheers!

I’ve been busy. Business is going well, but I also took a couple of months to get the first fifthteen  pages of my work in progress (My Novel) ready for a contest with American Christian Fiction Writers.

I got it done and then burned out. Editing is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. But that’s another story.

I’m reading Matthew Henry’s Method for Prayer. The very first part of prayer, Mr. Henry writes, is to approach God with adoration, reverence and awe.

I pondered this for awhile and examined my own method of approach.

Thoughts of me, me, and me came to mind. Or should I say, I,
I and I.

I need. I want. See what I mean.

Sometimes I thank God and praise Him, but if I’m in a hurry,
I get right down to business. You probably know what I mean.

Adoration takes time.

Time to think and ponder the marvelous God that I love.

Time to think about who He is and how great He is. Adore Him not just with thanksgiving
but with acknowledgement of who He is and how much He deserves and wants my
adoring words and heart.

“O you who are the true God, the living God, the one only living and true God, and the everlasting King.” Jeremiah 10:10

“O Lord our God, You are very great; You are clothed with splendor and majesty, covering Yourself with light as with a cloak” Psalm 104:1-2

These are adoring words from Psalms. The Book is chalked full of adoration. How wonderful to use His own words to sing His praises and love on Him the way He deserves. Jeff Steele, our pastor of many years, taught us how to use the Word of God to pray and praise many years ago. Mr. Henry has just reminded me of this marvelous truth.

I so want to incorporate this adoration in my time with Him, but it requires the T word.

Time!

I waste a lot of time. We all do. But what I want to do is bestow adoration to the God I love with my time.

I don’t want to do it as an act of my will. That isn’t love or adoration. Can you imagine loving your friends or your mate that way? They’d know I was ingenuine. Well, God knows my heart.

My heart longs to approach God in love and adoration. To adore Him and let Him know it. To make the time for Him because He is the lover of my soul.

Great is the Lord and worthy to be praised…and adored!

Lamentations 3:22-24-

The LORD’S lovingkindnesses indeed never cease,
For His compassions never fail.

They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness.

 “The LORD is my portion,” says my soul,
“Therefore I have hope in Him.”

My grand-daughter Coco just whispered through the crack in our bedroom door, “Papa, can you come and slice bananas in my cereal?” Well, what good Papa can resist that? Not one!! 

God is even more faithful to respond to our wants and needs. Great is His Faithfulness!!

My heart’s desire is to run to Him for everything and then trust Him in all things. Then, fretting, fear and anxiety would flee in such response to this kind of faith. At present, I do not have this kind of faith, but I desire it!  Oh Lord, am I up to this kind of faith? I’m not! Help me Lord!!

Oh Lord, come; make my heart faithful in response to Your Great Faithfulness. I am weak, but You are strong!!

This precious hymn came to mind today. Sing with me!!

Take My Life

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Take my life and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
*Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in endless praise.

1. Take my hands and let them move
   At the impulse of Thy love.
   Take my feet and let them be
   Swift and beautiful for Thee.
2. Take my voice and let me sing,
   Always, only for my King.
   Take my lips and let them be
   Filled with messages from Thee.
3. Take my silver and my gold,
   Not a mite would I withhold.
   Take my intellect and use
   Every pow’r as Thou shalt choose.
4. Take my will and make it Thine,
   It shall be no longer mine.
   Take my heart, it is Thine own,
   It shall be Thy royal throne.
5. Take my love, my Lord, I pour
   At Thy feet its treasure store.
   Take myself and I will be
   Ever, only, all for Thee.

This hymn is my hearts cry this January 2^nd, 2012. Take myself and I will be Ever, only, all for Thee!!

Hope is a rare commodity these days. With the New Year in just a couple of days, I think hope is something to ponder. Not just for ourselves, but for others too. 

2 Thessalonians 2:16-17-May our Lord Jesus Christ himself and God our Father, who loved us and by his grace gave us eternal encouragement and good hope, encourage your hearts and strengthen you in every good deed and word. 

We can be the one God uses to encourage each other with eternal hope. 

There are times my own ‘hope meter’ runs low. I get busy, work gets stressful, a bill is demanding to be paid, and my hope begins to sink. It’s at these times, I tend to get over-busy and under-fed. Never food-wise, but Spirit-wise. The Holy Spirit will draw me back to hope by whispering Psalm 42:5 to my spiritual ears. “Why so downcast, oh my soul, Put your hope in God…” 

When things drag me down, I realize my hope is not in God but in my real estate deal succeeding , extra money in the checking account, or, can I just say, I love it when my ‘ducks are all in a row’, which is a rare occurrence. No real hope in any of this! 

God is the only real hope we have, so let’s look to eternal hope instead of temporal hope. 

All the things I see with my eyes are temporal and satisfy for a brief time. Don’t get me wrong, the temporal things certainly seem to help make life on this planet easier, but they fail so often to keep my soul hopeful. These false hopes, more than anything, distract me from putting my hope in my TRUE PROVIDER; God. There are many more disappointments in regard to these temporal things so we are often let down even when we succeed. We’ve all experienced this let down. 

But HOPE springs eternal when we put it in God, who is eternal. His promise of eternity cannot be compared to anything else. He never disappoints us when we keep our eyes on Him.  

I John 5:13-I write these things to you who believe in the name of the Son of God so that you may know that you have eternal life. 

I want to depend on His faithfulness, though it may not look like what I want it to look like, but if I depend on Him, I then trust Him to do what is best for me. Very hard, indeed, because I often think I know what is best. I succumb to this deception too often. 

We can  “one another” each other through this New Year. God gives us the incredible priviledge to come along side and weep, rejoice, encourage, love, and help one another. 

These are just a few special people that have encouraged me for many years

 “Put your hope in God” is an eternal message of good cheer. 

Thank you for all those wonderful people who encourage me to keep my eyes on the “Author and Finisher of my faith.”  

Happy New Year and May God bless you all richly with spiritual blessing.

This is Hard! 

My dear sweet daughter, Kiley, lost her baby last night. 

She miscarried. 

Here is the last picture of our “Little Bean” that was taken weeks ago. This little one does not look like this now in heaven. I am convinced of this. But, he/she is a cute little bean.

It’s so hard when you see yourself already holding this little one that you have loved from the first moment of knowledge. 

As a mother and grandmother, my heart is profoundly broken. 

Yet, there is so much to learn and to derive from this experience. 

Don’t misunderstand me-I’ve been crying all day. I’ve watched my daughter and son-in-law quietly grieve their loss as they comfort one another. Eli- 8 years-old-gets it and really knows how to comfort as he love pats his mommy and hugs her. Coco, in her own little grieving way, announced the fact several times, and Charley, sensing something was wrong, just wanted to be held. 

Bill and I are at a loss. Yes, one more little person does certainly make for tighter quarters as we all share this home together, but we were overjoyed that the little one was coming and could hardly wait. Oh boy, number eight grand child.  

Kate and Bret and their family feel helpless and feel the loss so profoundly. They already counted this one among the cousins and the family at large. Maybe this one would be a boy and even out the ever looming larger numbers of the girls.

BD was saddened by the news and quick to point out that we have never been here before with this kind of loss. He loves his nieces and nephews so much as they also adore him. 

God is driving home in my heart that He is sovereign. He does not make mistakes. Yes, the world seemingly runs amok, but that’s sin, not Him. He has a plan-always! I depend on it. It gives me peace.

One of my co-workers today saw me grieving and let me know that “You are a believer. You know that there is a purpose and meaning in this whole thing.” I agreed and checked my heart to make sure I believed it. I DO!! Thanks Sherry! 

Doesn’t mean we don’t grieve. 

Carol reminded me today that the prophet Jeremiah stated, “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart…” God knows this little one and now is with Him. Carol lost four babies and knows how to comfort the broken heart in this whole hurtful loss. Thanks Carol for so much more. Thanks for your comfort and friendship.

The other very vivid realization I had, was that Lucy, our dearly departed Nana-Grandmother extraordinaire, who went home several years ago, now has a beautiful Heter grandchild in her arms. As I write this, I am nearly broken in two. I am glad to share with her. My heart’s desire was to grandparent with her and my other grandmother, Laurie Kendall. We called ourselves the Co-Madres-mother-in-laws- in Spanish. And now, I say, enjoy this little one until we arrive and then she can share with me.  

We can grieve this little one. We have also received much comfort. Kiley’s sweet friend, Tenille, just recently lost her little one in the same manner. She has comforted Kiley so much today. I Corinthians 1:2 says that “Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction so that we will be able to comfort those who are in any affliction with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.” 

It is always important for me to remember that all have suffered in one way or another and need comfort and can comfort because of it. No one is alone in this and we all, at one time or another, need comfort and compassion. 

We grieve. We grieve with hope. (I Thess 4:13) We still grieve. But not forever. 

His mercies are new every morning. We can depend on it. Mercy that pours over our heads with blessing and good gifts. Good things from the Father of Lights that longs to grow our faith, comfort our souls, give us peace and rest, and above all else, gives us life. Not just on this world, but forever. Faith that saves for eternity in our dear Lord. 

I am a clinger!! I cling tight, hold on for dear life and never say never. Ha! Well, as I have said in the past, this little one lost today, just loosened my fingers a bit more from this life to look forward to the next. 

Be comforted my sweet daughter-mother of four. God knows. We are also here with you and for you. I love you more than words. Rest my dear girl. Rest.

Have you seen the video of the cat named Maru who loves to lay and just simply be in a box? It’s very funny and makes me giggle when I see this silly cat squeeze his fat furry body into any box left by his master.

Of course, you know me, I began wondering how it would be to live in a box sometimes, cut off from the cares and concerns of this life. No, not the box that goes six feet under, just a nice comfortable box with some niceties like a bed, a fridge, etc. 

As you can see, Maru is happy with just his head in a box.  

I know my ponderings are silly, but I am not the only one who thought it. Sally, my dear sweet friend, saw it and commented that “Maru knows the only safe place is in that box.” 

I began to wonder about my own personal safety and the safety of our loved ones and how we like to feel safe and be safe in our homes or when we are out and about, or anywhere. 

We long for the safety net to catch us and gently put our feet back on the ground. 

We enjoy the security of our savings and our jobs. 

We want our cars to have the latest safety features and we wear our seat belts and lock our car doors all for safety reasons. 

We even want to play “it” safe. 

Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing necessarily wrong with these things. 

Gee, I even have a spider barrier sprayed around my house so I can be safe from those eight legged creatures. (We have Brown Recluse Hobo Spiders here.)  

No, nothing wrong with safety at all, but it did start me thinking about how God views our safety and what His concerns for us might be. 

I found so much comfort in the following verses. 

Psalm 31:20

You hide them in the shelter of your presence, safe from those who conspire against them. You shelter them in your presence, far from accusing tongues. 

1 Samuel 25:29

Even when you are chased by those who seek to kill you, your life is safe in the care of the LORD your God, secure in his treasure pouch! But the lives of your enemies will disappear like stones shot from a sling! 

Psalm 51:4

Let me dwell in Your tent forever; Let me take refuge in the shelter of Your wings. Selah 

Job 33:28

He redeemed my soul from going down to the pit, and I will live to enjoy the light. 

Romans 8:39

No power in the sky above or in the earth below–indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord. 

Isaiah 49:16

Behold, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are continually before me. 

Jude 1:1

This letter is from Jude, a slave of Jesus Christ and a brother of James. I am writing to all who have been called by God the Father, who loves you and keeps you safe in the care of Jesus Christ. 

Jude 1:21

and await the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ, who will bring you eternal life. In this way, you will keep yourselves safe in God’s love. 

John 10:28

and I give eternal life to them, and they will never perish; and no one will snatch them out of My hand. 

These are mighty promises of safety and security in God. Let’s read them and meditate on them and let God penetrate our often scared hearts with these truths. 

Safe and secure in the arms of the Lord,

That’s where I want to be 

There isn’t any other place as safe and warm

As when His arms are ‘round me. 

Nothing can wound me,

Nothing can kill me,

Nothing can snatch me away,

Without His say 

Because He keeps me

And never leaves me,

Safe and Secure in His love.

There are so many scary things happening in the world today. We must stand in unshakable faith that God is in control, that His love never fails us. Let’s hold on to Him and even each other and trust Him in the  small things and the big things because He is faithful.

The Morning after I wrote the blog about grousing, we woke up to find 8 inches of water pouring into our basement from a broken pipe outside in the yard. 

The work is not finished yet, but well on its way-That was almost two months ago. I’ve been afraid to blog ever since.  

I would be lying if I said I didn’t grouse or complain about the mess and the inconvenience of all that water invading a place it didn’t belong. What a mess! I felt like I needed an overhaul like the basement. 

I found myself clinging to Jesus and holding my tongue a lot. I felt His peace many times but at other times I also wanted to tell the world what foul thing had happened to ME. Of course, there are seven of us living in our house right now, so it happened to us, but it felt more personal: like a discipline from the Lord! 

Yes, a little swat on the behind to get my eyes off this world once more and put them square on Him who saves us and is worthy to be praised-not groused at. 

Honestly, I saw that my ungrateful heart many times wanted to just be flat ungrateful!! I hate ungratefulness in others-I want to HATE it more in ME. 

Matthew Henry, a great theologian and scholar has a story that I heard on our local Christian music station, KTSY. It made me think. 

It is as follows:

There was an Englishman by the name of Matthew Henry. He was a preacher and well-known Bible scholar who lived from 1662 to 1714. His exposition of the Old and New Testament is a commentary that is still in print to this very day. He was known for his practical application, combined with a well-sustained flow of English literature. Perhaps that is what made the commentary one of the best works of its kind.

One day Matthew Henry was riding his horse through the woods. He was on his way to a church meeting where he was going to be the guest speaker. Suddenly, a masked bandit ran out of the woods with a gun in his hand and demanded that Matthew Henry get off of his horse. Mr. Henry obeyed the robber, as he knew this was a dangerous situation. Even though he tried to talk to the man about God and spiritual matters, the bandit would hear none of it. He quickly took all of Matthew Henry’s money and ran back into the woods. It all happened so quickly that Mr. Henry hardly had time to realize what had happened. Although he was penniless, he got back on his horse and continued on his journey.

His mind took him to the thought that we are supposed to give thanks in everything that happens to us. He asked God how he was supposed to be thankful for being robbed! As he continued on his way, the answer came to him. That night he told the story and concluded his message by sharing the reason he could be thankful for what had happened to him that day.

“First,” he said, “I am thankful I have never been robbed before. Second, I am thankful he took my money and not my life. Third, I am thankful he did not take more; he could have taken my horse and my clothes as well. Next, I am thankful that what I had stolen from me really did not amount to very much. Then I am grateful that what I lost, in time, could be replaced. But, finally, and most importantly, I am thankful that I was the one robbed and not the robber!”

The most incredible thing about this story is Matthew saw that he could be the worst offender and was grateful he wasn’t.

I decided to follow his example.

First, I am thankful the pipe broke when we were home and not on vacation. Second, I am thankful that my grand children who sleep downstairs did not get up and find a dangerous situation. Next, I am thankful that we had insurance and that they replaced all our flooring, walls, and painted everything too. Then, I am thankful that the loss was less than it could have been if it were a Saturday morning where we tend to sleep a bit longer. And finally, I am thankful that my lovely family lives with us until God provides them a home of their own and that there is so much love in this house between us.

So, there you have it. Can I say I learned the lesson of never complaining, completely, and will never complain again? Probably not, but oh my heart longs to be brand new in Jesus every day, so He will help me.

Rejoice in the Lord at all times, and again I say rejoice!!

I’ve been thinking about the condition of my heart lately. Not my physical heart, but my spiritual one. To be honest, both need my attention, but lately, the one where God dwells has been heavy on my mind.  

Grousing comes to mind when I think of my heart condition. Grousing is an interesting word. I kind of like saying it. Maybe too much. 

G R O U S I N G! 

Yep, sounds disgusting when you say it slow and low in the bottom of your throat. 

But, what does it mean? 

Before we look it up in the dictionary to see what good old Dictionary.com says, let’s think about it. 

Thinking… 

To grouse means to be dis-satisfied.

To see want, instead of blessing.

To be ungrateful instead of thankful.

To complain about silly things when the big things are doing fairly well.

To be overall unhappy with your situation, but for no good reason, because my situation is just not that bad. 

That doesn’t sound good, does it? I’m embarrassed to admit that I think that describes my miserable heart to a tee.

Oh Lord. What can the matter be? 

Let’s put it another way. 

Let’s say that things are miserable. The big things are a mess. The overall situation really stinks. Then can we grouse? 

Hmmm? I’m not sure. 

Thinking again… 

While we are thinking let’s look up ‘grouse’ in the dictionary. 

Oh, it says that grouse is a bird. :-)  No, not that grouse. Look again. 

Grouse: to complain and grumble. Ooh-not good. 

I am a grouser!!! That sounds gross! 

Uh oh-Scriptures are coming to mind. The Lord is speaking to my grousing heart. 

Rejoice in the Lord at all times and again I say rejoice. Phil 4:4 (Even when there is big trouble?) 

Not that I speak from want, for I have learned to be content in all circumstances. Phil. 4:11 (No, I haven’t learned that yet) 

But godliness with contentment is great wealth. I Tim 6:6(I suffer from a lack of contentment) 

I know of friends who have some very big things happening in their lives. Things one could really grouse about. Really hard, hurtful, painful things and yet, I do not hear them grouse. I hear them hurt, but they are lifting praise to the Lord. I see them bent low but I see their hands lifted high. I feel ashamed by my grousing heart. 

All of this grousing stuff was brought to my mind and then came to a halt as I looked at our lovely family pictures. We took them when BD was here. Such love and affection between us all. All healthy and okay for the most part-no one or nothing is perfect ever-‘cept God. But wow-I really have so much to be thankful. 

So, what is wrong with my heart and me? 

It’s sin. Pure and simple. SIN!! Oh what a yucky word. But look and see what God says about it. 

Psalm 32 

Blessed is the one
   whose transgressions are forgiven,
   whose sins are covered.
² Blessed is the one
   whose sin the LORD does not count against them
   and in whose spirit is no deceit.

 ³ When I kept silent,
   my bones wasted away
   through my groaning all day long.
⁴ For day and night
   your hand was heavy on me;
my strength was sapped
   as in the heat of summer.^[b]

 ⁵ Then I acknowledged my sin to you
   and did not cover up my iniquity.
I said, “I will confess
   my transgressions to the LORD.”
And you forgave
   the guilt of my sin.

 ⁶ Therefore let all the faithful pray to you
   while you may be found;
surely the rising of the mighty waters
   will not reach them.
⁷ You are my hiding place;
   you will protect me from trouble
   and surround me with songs of deliverance.

 ⁸ I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go;
   I will counsel you with my loving eye on you.
⁹ Do not be like the horse or the mule,
   which have no understanding
but must be controlled by bit and bridle
   or they will not come to you.
¹⁰ Many are the woes of the wicked,
   but the LORD’s unfailing love
   surrounds the one who trusts in him.

 ¹¹ Rejoice in the LORD and be glad, you righteous;
   sing, all you who are upright in heart!

I am rejoicing with this psalm because God has forgiven me and made me righteous. Only He can do this. 

I do not want to grouse, Oh Lord. Put thankfulness in my heart. Cause me to see Your Goodness and Mercy all the days of my life. When I complain, convict my heart, Be my hiding place so I do not sin against you or anyone else. Help me be thankful in all circumstances. Be with my dear friends who are hurting and lonely. Lift their heads and give them strength. Amen.

Readers beware-extensive bragging ahead! 

Our son, Bill Jr. just came up for a visit. It was whirlwind, too fast for my hubby, who shed tears on his pillow knowing Bill was leaving the next day, but it was well worth it to see him and just be with him for 48 hrs. 

We are proud of Bill. That’s a simple but an true statement and here’s why. 

At the age of nineteen, he told us he was moving to Los Angeles in search of a harder life. What kid says that? Bill, that’s who! Life was too comfortable with us, he said, and he needed a leaner life to be a better musician. What passion! 

We gave him our blessing with a bit of fear and trepidation. Prayed for him and let him go. Not easy! 

We thought he would come home as most children seem to do, but he didn’t. He did come to Idaho for a respite and we enjoyed having him, but then he was gone again. We are glad for that short period because in essence Idaho became home for us. 

He has toured successfully with several bands, recorded several albums, and has virtually seen the whole of Europe many times, not to mention, a whole lot of the U.S.A. 

When he’s not touring, he holds down a job with an excellent work ethic and he is very frugal with his money. He rarely asks us for money and when he has, he is always grateful and humble. 

We have a wonderful son. He is loving and kind toward his family. He enjoys his nieces and nephews and is quick to give them extra attention. It is a testament to the kind of person he is that they love him and want to be around him. Makenna writes him poems, Eli jams with him and the other little ones clamor for his attention.  His sisters and their husbands enjoy him so much. Truly a blessing to watch. 

We appreciate that he comes to visit us and enjoys being with us. It means the world to us for we love him and miss him so much. Before he got out of the car to catch his plane he told me he loved his family. Well, we love you too. 

Bill’s musical abilities are an inspiration. What a gift he has. He is patient and determined to make it in the music industry and we love his passion for it. He sacrifices creature comforts and practices many hours every day. 

This guy has passion and talent. 

He is not your typical musician in that he is on time, thinks of others, gives what he’s got, and tries not to eat too much because there might be leaner times. The music industry is scary to us but he seems to maneuver through it well. 

Sometimes you just need brag a bit about your children to let them know how wonderful you think they are and how special they are in your lives. 

A day does not go by when we don’t miss him and in that missing, pray for God’s grace to shine on him and keep him till we meet again. 

Thank you for reading our brag page on such a wonderful son! I warned you! 

We love you son!! I hope you don’t mind me sharing my heart with as much of the world as I can! Mom