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February - the month of love is upon us! Take extra time throughout this month to let your loved ones know how much they mean to you.
Craig and I had a great January and were able to get out for a couple of Saturday Road Trips. Nothing brightens our day like hitting the road, we took two six hour trips. This month, we visited High Point and Thomasville, the center of The Furniture Capital of the World. We also visited beautiful Greensboro.
This issue is packed full of great articles, poetry, testimonies, book reviews - and yes photos. We are proud to have MWojciechowski on the front and inside cover page again. His work is stunning.
We wanted to let you all know that we pray for you monthly. We have prayed over many who have been sick, some of our friends who have lost loved ones, and we hold our writers and readers in our prayers. May God bless you all with good health.
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COVER AND INSIDE COVER BY PHOTOGRAPHER: MWojciechowski Foto
Note From The Editor ... page 3
Februay Prayer by Craig and Karen Ruhl ... page 21
Quiet Time Rhymes ... by John Alexander ... page 6-7
Cool Air With Squash And Onions ... by Melissa Henderson ... page 8-9
Sonshine ... by Andrea Marino ... page 10-11
Faith In The Moment ... by Ama Afriyie-Jenkins ... page 12-13
Morning Coffee ... by Michael E. Wells ... page 14-15
Pursuing Peace Through Service ... by Nicole Byrum ... page 16-17
Do You Look Forward Or Backward Most?
... by Yvonne M. Morgan ... page 18-19
Comparing Yourself To Others ... by Karen Ruhl ... page 20
February Prayer ... by Craig and Karen Ruhl ... page 21
Sit, Stay, Come ... by Dave Evans ... page 22-23
A Heavenly Parade ... by Edward Tooley ... page 24-25
Negative Or Positive? ... by Craig Ruhl ... page 26-27
Heart’s Longing ... Laurie Glass ... page 28
Unique Snowflakes ... Irene Surya ... page 29
The Love Of My Life (article and Poem)... by Sharon K. Connell ... page 30-31
Around My Grandma’s Kitchen Table ... Chere Williams ... page 32-33
Road Trippin’ ... by Karen Ruhl ... page 34-37
Worth Repeating ... by Diana Derringer ... page 38-39
Giving Christmas Throughout The Year ... by Cindy Oriol ... page 40-41
The Prayer For The Couple and Scars /Poems ... by Rolanda Pyle ... page 42-43
Never More Than We Can Bear ... by Steve Carter ... page 44-45
Bookshelf Reviews ... by Craig and Karen Ruhl ... page 46-49
I Did It My Way...BAD Idea ... by Shara Bueler-Repka ... page 50-51
You’ve Come A Long Way, Baby! ... by Pam McCormick ... pages 52-53
Shep - To Run With A Limp ... by Craig D. Lounsbrough ... page 54-55
Childhood Memories Of The Past ... by Brenda McDaniel ... page 56-57
Regroup, Focus, and Move Forward! ... by Kathleen Oden ... page 58-59
What’s In A Name ... by Brianna Barrett ... page 60-61
Mirror, Mirror ... by Steve Wilson ... page 62-63
Life-Altering Love ... by F. D. Adkins ... page 64-65
A Prayer For Peaches ...by Esther M. Bandy ... page 66-67
The All Things Basket ... by Rolanda Pyle ... page 68-69
Circumstantial Faith ... by Danielle Vickers ... page 70-71
What Makes The New Year? ... by Joseph Akinrinola ... page 72-73
Infinite Worth ... by Gina Barton Meredith ... page 74
True Love ... by Tracy Smoak ... page 75
There It Was, Bigger Than Life ... by Paula Short ... pages 76-77
The Church Ladies ... by Christina Sinisi ... page 78-79
There are so many “voices” today that it’s important to discern what is from the heart of God. Spending frequent quiet time reading God’s Word while asking the Holy Spirit for discernment as we read is so important in today’s environment. Spending time in prayer talking to God and listening with our hearts, not our ears, as He speaks keeps us in His presence as we walk with Him throughout the day. God is omnipresent, we just need to stay attuned to His presence and hear His voice with our hearts.
It’s a blessing and a privilege to share some of my poems each month in Faith on Every Corner. I pray they are a blessing to you in your walk with the Lord. I counted recently, and the Lord has allowed me to write and share over six hundred poems on QuietTimeRhymes.com. I pray they are a blessing and help others know the Lord’s blessing in their lives.
John Alexander
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To pray is not merely reciting some words, Repeating the phrases that often I’ve heard. A prayer can be deep exhalation of soul, A deep revelation that words can’t extoll. Sometimes it’s just groaning, no words can be found, Sometimes just communion without any sound. Come into His presence, take time to adore, Perhaps it’s the silence that God values more.
I know there’s a time for a ritual prayer, The bonds that unite us by words that we share.
The words handed down that are centuries old, The prayers are repeated, preserved, and retold. There’s no substitution for time with the Lord.
Time slips away. It’s not something we hoard.
The time with the Lord is a blessing each day. It’s the time that I’m near Him, not words that I say.
John Alexander lives in Frisco, Texas with his beautiful wife and his Cavalier King Charles Spaniel.
My poetry’s simple, just honest and plain, You won’t find them haughty, pretentious or vain. They tend to be lyrical, pleasing to hear, But also, straight forward, transparent, and clear. If I share from the heart and reveal what’s inside It begins to get easier, nothing to hide. It’s the same when I come to the Lord and I pray, He wants me to share what my heart has to say. I humble myself and I pray from my heart. He already knows me, he knows every part. We’ve shared life together, I’m blessed He’s my friend, But also, my savior when this journey ends. My soul and my spirit will rise and be free. I’ll be in His presence. He’s waiting for me.
Each Psalm from King David came straight from his heart, Still blessing so many, with peace to impart. He chose to hide nothing, he spared not a word, From his fears to his praises, he shared, and God heard. God already knows us, there’s nothing to hide, He offers us comfort if we just confide. In his words we can see as he cried out to God, His life was not perfect, we walk where he trod. He fell on his knees and confused he was wrong, He knew in his heart God was there all along. He learned as a shepherd while tending his sheep, By seeing the stars as he drifted to sleep, By knowing God’s presence when fighting a bear, By knowing God listened to words he would share. I’m grateful to David for sharing each Psalm, To help us find comfort stay peaceful and calm.
Photos by Karen Ruhl
One of my favorite memories from childhood involves squash and onions and air conditioning. What, you may ask, is so special about those items? When I think of times that warm my heart and make me smile, the scent of squash and onions cooking in the kitchen comes to mind. Remembering the cool air on my skin after playing in the summer heat also brings joy.
When I was a young girl, during summer break from school, I often played outside from morning until night, only coming inside for meals and bathroom breaks. After waking up and preparing for the day, I ventured outside to find friends and games to play. During the heat of summer, my friends and I often walked to the local ice cream store to buy a popsicle or ice cream sandwich. If one of us had enough coins, a milkshake would be ordered and we would share. Not very hygienic, but that’s what we did back then.
Our neighborhood consisted of three main streets with one short street cutting across. There were few children, as this was an established area and most families had children who had grown into adults and left for their own journey in life. Sometimes grandchildren would visit grandparents and there would be a few more kids to join in the fun.
After finding friends, and discussing what to do for the day, our little group would commence with playtime activities such as kickball games, basketball, freeze tag, and sometimes if no boys were playing, the girls brought out baby dolls. We took blankets and placed them under the crepe myrtle tree of a neighbor. Someone would venture home to see if there were any snacks that could be shared.
Most times, we played outside until lunch. Then, a quick trip home would provide nourishment, water, and sometimes a chance to cool down with the window air conditioner. Not everyone was able to have air conditioning, so we didn’t brag if our house was one where the rooms were cooler.
Fresh vegetables grown in the backyard garden were a part of everyday meals. Sliced tomatoes could be eaten for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Cucumbers grown on the vine, collard greens, and potatoes were some bounties at lunch and dinner. And, yes, squash and onions.
The summer heat brought the need for water to quench thirst. If the garden hose wasn’t available, I would step inside the house for drink and food. A delightful scent greeted me as soon as the door opened. (continued on next page)
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Squash and onions. As I close my eyes and think about the delicious food that awaited my hungry tummy, I smile. There was something extra special about squash cooked with onions. There was also something very special about the cool air as I entered the house. A wonderful time to sit with Mama and Daddy and enjoy a delicious meal and conversation.
Then, after the food was eaten, and my body had cooled from the window unit providing cool air, I was ready to find my friends and decide what to play for the afternoon. More kickball, basketball, freeze tag, or perhaps another walk to the ice cream store.
Those precious memories remind me of the love my parents showed to our family. The memories also remind me of the bountiful blessings God provides. God gives us blessings in every moment. God shows His love for us in the small things and the big things in life.
Have you paused to recall special childhood memories? Do your memories include air conditioning, squash, and onions? Share your precious times with us and how those times impacted your life.
“And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 4:19 NIV)
Blessings, Melissa
HendersonAward-winning author Melissa Henderson writes inspirational messages laced with a bit of humor. With stories in books, magazines, devotionals and more, Melissa hopes to encourage readers. Melissa is the author of “Licky the Lizard” and “Grumpy the Gator”. Her passions are helping in community and church. Melissa is an Elder, Deacon and Stephen Minister. Follow Melissa on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest and at https://www. facebook.com/melissa.henderson.9440
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By Andrea Marino
My daughter was looking through a photo album I designed to capture family events for the year. With a chuckle, she noted the misspelling of Sonshine, in the header of one page. I told her it was not a mistake; the misspelling was deliberate in that the picture was a prism of light surrounding me and my husband. We simply caught the sun’s rays at the right angle. Even so, I like the thought of God’s Son shining down on me.
These ‘light shows’ are awe-inspiring, and always a comfort to see. God encouraged me with one in 1986, the year my brother passed away. I was sobbing while thinking of him on a drive home from the grocery store. Was he really in heaven? For no reason, I looked up into the sky and saw an opening in the cloud mass, sunlight radiating all around. Such a sight was extra special because of a dream I had of my brother only a few days earlier. We were in an open field. He, dressed in a white robe, was conveying a message to me, but with no words. The moment he finished, his body, like an arrow, slowly began rising off the ground. I watched my brother ascend to fluffy-white clouds, high in the sky, where he passed through an opening of glorious light. I understood this—a passageway into heaven.
While I believed my brother was saved, and there were many indications of his salvation, I was hoping for more of a sign. And this particular day of ‘sorrow and light’ was it. Once assured, my thoughts changed. It was funny, because whatever chore I was doing, whatever ordeal I was in, I chuckled that my brother was now free from it all. I even had a bit of envy. Heaven is a game-changer for the time being. I have certainly availed myself of the joy that awaits.
Light is better than darkness, however, light shows dirt, dust, and messes. Clouds in the sky are wonderful, but not on my mirrors. When sunlight comes streaming through a window and hits a mirror, the haze can drive me nutty. I don’t want such things to be a priority, but it is my nature to tend to them now rather than later. Oh, to live less driven. In hindsight, I see how far I’ve come with God’s help.
An illustration of this is one Sunday morning. My family was in the car, waiting for me so we could go to church. Rushing past a double-door mirrored closet, the film and fingerprints—like a knee/jerk reaction— compelled me to run for paper towels and Windex. What is still interesting is hearing God, presenting an idea of choice. It stopped me in my tracks. I didn’t have to clean it now; I could do it later. It was empowering.
I’ve since discovered my problem, which was looking for the perfect in a world that can never be. In fact, as some say, doing something again and again, expecting a different outcome, is the definition of insanity. There is a time to let stuff go. I’m not suggesting sitting on a couch all day, doing nothing. My point is gaining the perspective of heaven. Honestly, when a chore becomes an obsession, I tell myself, what if Jesus came today? It has helped me weed out many unnecessary things.
As a ‘Martha gal’, I appreciate the ministry gift of helps. But anything that takes us away from what is most important is unimportant. The cares of the world, along with all temptations, will drag us down if we allow them to. My outlook is better when I focus on the bigger picture of life. Mary sat at the feet of Jesus. And He said it was a good thing to do. Honestly, when I begin my day with the Lord, I get more done. When I am confused, stressed, or in despair, I remember the Son shining down on me. Jesus is my Shepherd. I lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside quiet waters, refreshing my soul. (Psalm 23:1-3)
Andrea is mom to four great kids and Grammy to four delightful grands. Passionate about Jesus, friends, and people, Andrea loves to share all He has taught her in life. When not writing, Andrea enjoys simple things, such as music, heartwarming movies, reinventing recipes to be healthier, and cycling along one wooded road or other with the Lord.
Please visit her Facebook blog: https:// www.facebook.com/In-The-Way-Everlasting-1770074853062907 Andrea is always ready to hear thoughts from her readers. Or you can email her at: rapture927@aol.com
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(Psalms 34:17 NKJV)
“I had faith so why didn’t God do it?”. This is one common question that often begs to be answered. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could all have heaven’s phone number and just call God and ask some of these questions? The unvarnished truth is that—faith is not something we can have momentarily and discard when we don’t see tangible results. That’s not how it works. In the heat of disappointment, several questions flood our thoughts: Did I not have enough faith? Maybe God doesn’t love me? I should have prayed more or fasted differently. Don’t fall for these guilt trips from the enemy.
In the parable of the persistent widow and the unjust judge (Luke 18:1-8), Jesus revealed the faith we need to possess and never lose hope. Cruelty mattered little to this poor widow. Her demand for justice flooded her thoughts day and night. If there was anything she sincerely desired, her heart cry was simple: clean justice and protection from oppressors. But to the godless judge, she was just a nuisance he couldn’t get rid of. This story is set in an unnamed town over which a thick-skinned judge presides — he has no fear of God in him and has zero compassion for the people. In Deuteronomy 1:16-17, Moses instructed the judges to hear the cases of the poor, be fair in their decisions, and be impartial in their judgments. Clearly, this judge defaulted and was unqualified for the job. Let’s revisit the Jewish laws concerning widows in Deuteronomy 10:18, 24:17-21, and James 1:27. All these references point out that widows deserved special protection under the judicial system. Eventually, the cruel judge surrenders and the poor woman gets the justice she is seeking.
There is an extremity Jesus points out in this story. If an uncaring, fearless, godless, and incompetent judge can administer justice in the end. Don’t you know that God, the true judge, will grant justice to all his chosen ones who cry out to him day and night? He will pour out his Spirit upon them. He will not delay answering you and give you what you ask for. (Luke 18:7). If there’s anything we can learn from this widow, it’s in Luke 18:4. He ignored her pleas for quite some time, but she kept asking. Her determination and resilience are to be admired and practiced. How many of us have stopped asking God after the first, second, third, or even tenth silence? We resent God and feel embittered. It can be very disheartening and frustrating when God said it will happen, and it doesn’t. The Bible declares that the expectations of the righteous shall not be cut off, but in the sovereignty of God, our expectations can be cut abruptly. Does it make Him a liar and His word untrue?
In Luke 18:8, Jesus emphasizes God will give swift justice to those who don’t give up. So be ever praying, ever expecting, in the same way as the widow. This is a charge to us when many trials test our faith and we are tempted to veer off. What we truly need is defiant faith—faith that doesn’t know where it’s being led, but knows who is leading it. If you are very convinced about the when, how, and where details of your life, that’s being overly optimistic and you will be crushed when your predictions fail. Faith is a lifestyle that confidently trusts God’s plan, even if things don’t work out. God is not worried about timing like we are. Contrary to man’s perspective, His definition of swift justice is not like ours: a single day counts as a thousand years to the Lord, and a thousand like a day in his sight. God always expects us
The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears, And delivers them out of all their troubles.”to“ask, and the gift is ours. Seek, and we’ll discover. Knock, and the door will be opened for us. (Matthew 7:7) Knowing this, we can fully count on God to answer when, how, and where He chooses.
Jesus poses a critical question at the end of the parable: “When the Son of Man comes back, will He find this kind of undying faith on earth?” Faith can die and when faith dies, prayer is needless. Prayer is the spark to keep faith alive. Many of us are at a point where our faith is on the brink of death. We don’t get immediate results when we pray, unlike how some people have testified. Have you ever battled with this dire question: Why pray if God is going to do what he wants, anyway? The deeper question should weigh our motive for prayer. Do we pray for God to do what we tell Him or prayer is to establish His will for our lives as it is in heaven? We are expected to pray continually and never cease (1 Thessalonians 5:17) because the fervent and effective prayer of the righteous man avails much. The parable of the persistent widow shows that fervent prayer requires tenacity, never giving up, and absolute faith in God. Should Jesus come tomorrow, will he find persistent faith in us?
We are all searching for answers that only God can provide. In all of our search, does it feel like God has withheld ‘all other things’ from us? When we think God has withheld good from us, it is because we desire the gift more than the Giver. There’s an open invitation for us to draw closer and seek His Kingdom and righteousness first because His word is surety—all His promises are ye and amen! If we wield a defiant and unshakable faith, we can conquer all impossibilities.
Ama Afriyie-Jenkins remembers loving to write from an early age, and she is a voracious reader. She and her husband live in Accra, Ghana with their children and they shepherd a non-denominational Christian fellowship, Inspirational Hour Ministries. She is a lover of languages and has a heart for gender and development economics in Ghana.
You can connect with her via email: ammajenkins@gmail.com on Facebook and LinkedIn (@Ama Afriyie-Jenkins).
Michael E. Wells has a passion for writing letters of Christian encouragement. With poetic style and moving messages, the reader is often comforted and consoled, inspired, and refreshed. Since his retirement from Federal Service in 2006, most mornings are spent penning letters of the heart. Tucked away in the foothills of Pennsylvania, he leads an idyllic lifestyle in a pastoral setting. This backdrop helps to set both mood and message for his many writings. You can find his book, “Morning Coffee with Words For The Day” at Amazon.com.
#10 God judges me by what’s in my heart and not by what’s on my mind.
“It is with the heart one believes to right standing with God,” so writes Paul. Our struggle is not so much with the heart as it is with the mind. Many times our heart is steadfast while our mind wavers. Our minds are quick to condemn us and, if we allow them, to talk us out of what our heart believes. A good way to be at peace with what you believe in your heart is by ignoring most of what is on your mind.
#9 God chose to love me first and loves me best.
Before we ever knew God, He loved us. Even in the midst of our personal struggles, He still loves us. Others may have walked away, but the love of God is here to stay. It’s a love that won’t let go, no matter our level of devotion. But sometimes it is in the absence of the presence of that love one begins to truly appreciate it. How thankful we are that when we come to our senses as the prodigal son or daughter that the Father is still standing, waiting for our return to receive us once more.
#8 God sees me as precious, something worth dying for.
Many times when we are given a moment to think quietly about ourselves, the word “precious” doesn’t come to mind. But it does to God. There is an old saying, “Can’t nobody do ya like Jesus”. Only He sees past what we and others think and feel about us. We are unique in all His creation. So precious, in fact, to place Himself within us but at tremendous cost. His death brought forth life and His Spirit is still available to all people He still sees as precious.
#7 God lives in me now and I with Him later.
Those who have not experienced the entrance of God into their lives cannot understand the unmistakable change that comes inside. Some would challenge our mental stability, but we who have walked in this new life know better. But what we enjoy now is just a taste of things to come, a guarantee of a future life with God as well. As Paul wrote, we are to consider ourselves to be citizens of Heaven now. Even to the point of further considering that we are seated with Christ Jesus in heavenly places. I’m thankful that with God, there is a now and a later.
#6 God draws me near when others have walked away.
For the believer, God is our only constant in life. Never changing His affection for us or His commitment to us. Others, no matter their sincerity, can fail us, no matter our intention, misunderstand us, or through no fault of our own abuse us. We can be assured God will never leave the room, closing the door behind Him. When all others seem to have fled your side, He comes alongside. He is your covering when you feel exposed, your support when you are weak. He is the compassionate listener to your broken heart, the one who draws you and heals your soul when others have walked away.
#5 God speaks truth to my mind when I listen with my heart.
Many voices cloud my mind. With many choices to make, where do I find answers? Truth is not in the whirlwind of thought but by the whisper in the heart. It is not natural but supernatural and placed within from without. Available to all but sought by few. Words written millennia ago, given life to the reader by a presence. One in which whispers truth to the heart when called upon.
#4 God brings to light hidden things to expel from my life.
It is for our good that God desires to remove the bad from us. We are our worst enemy most times in life. We make compromises on our promises with God. We revise our agreements with Him more times than the apps on our phones do. Solomon noted it was the little foxes that spoil the vine. It is the secret sins that ruin the peace and joy that could be had. It is good to lay down that which holds you down. God knows better than us what hurts us and brings them to our attention to deal with them.
#3 God forgives and forgets when I confess and repent.
It may be because of this that we treat sin so casually. It is for our benefit that God forgives and chooses to forget when we confess and repent. Unlike those around us who sometimes forgive but can never forget our words or deeds, God does. But remembering our old sins will weigh heavily on us at times. We may feel shame as we approach God, but if we were to tell Him why we felt this way, saying, “Lord, do you remember when...” God would simply say, “No.” We are thankful as we live in His Presence we have no past.
#2 God is my sanity in a world that’s gone crazy.
Each generation seems to have its own chaos, ours is no different. But ours is amplified by the 24/7 verbal and visual assault on us. We have allowed ourselves to be brought into everyone’s personal tragedies. It overwhelms our senses at times. Our lives can seem adrift in the continual madness displayed before our eyes. But amid all this, there is God who brings sanity. Not only do we find our place in Him, but our peace. Only He can whisper the words that calm our spirit and renew our faith. Only with God can we be in our right mind.
And the #1 Reason To Be Thankful... God is more than enough for all I will ever need.
It is the essence of our faith in God that whatever the situation I find myself in, whatever the need that may arise, I will be made to handle it and be provided for. No obstacle is too great, and no trial is too difficult that I cannot overcome with God’s help. He states in His word, “Call on Me and I will answer you.” He is not Google or Siri but has the knowledge of the universe. He is not the Head of Surgeons at John Hopkins, but He is the healer of your soul. Not the latest government program, but your Provider. He is wisdom, healing, and provision. He is all you or I will ever need. And that’s something to be thankful for.
by Nicole Byrum
*I wrote this piece in 2020 as part of a blog series called, “Pursuing Peace.” For more posts from this series, check out my blog at nicolebyrum.com.
“For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.” (Mark 10:45 NIV)
Sometimes, pursuing peace in our relationships looks a lot like servanthood. And let’s be honest, this runs pretty contrary to our nature. Sure, there are times we may be filled with goodwill and service towards those we love, but what about the times when we’re not really, ya know... feelin’ it?
Somehow, I think I know the answer to that question. And in case I have any doubt, Jesus’ words in Mark 10:45 make it pretty clear: the Son of Man came to serve. Sometimes I just have to let that really sink in. Who am I then to think that I am here to serve only myself? If Jesus washed the dirt-covered feet of his disciples, including the one who would betray him, I think this says something about my role in serving those around me.
Because here’s the truth—serving changes our hearts. It naturally disposes us to a greater affection for the one we’re serving. Perhaps not right away. But over time, the more we serve, the more our hearts will soften. Why? Because this is God’s design! He created our brains and emotions to work together in such a way that it is almost impossible for our affection not to increase for those whom we pray for and serve.
Nicole is a licensed marriage and family therapist with over 14 years of experience in community mental health. She is the author of Remade: Living Free a book written for women in recovery from substance abuse and unhealthy relationships. Nicole also maintains a blog at nicolebyrum.com as well as a podcast, 5 Minute Word. Both focus on topics related to faith and relationships. She lives in Northwest Ohio with her husband and two children. When she’s not writing, you can find her reading, running, or cooking.
Our relationships improve when we bring ourselves low. When we consider others better than ourselves. When we consider others’ needs before our own. Whew, talk about a simple concept with a difficult execution! But please know, this is not possible in our own strength. Pray for the Spirit to give you a spirit of humility as you serve those in your life- whether your spouse, children, family, friends, co-workers or a stranger.
Then keep your eyes open for opportunities to serve. Trust me, there is no shortage! Challenge yourself to ask the question, “What can I do for you today?” Or, consider how you may pray for those who God places in your everyday path.
May we all pursue peace with others as we intentionally serve in faithful love.
My daughter and I attended a concert together recently. It was an absolute joy to have some mother-and-daughter time, considering our busy schedules. We ate, laughed, and sang the night away. Joy filled my soul as I pulled out of the parking garage to head home. But then, a loud thud and jolt brought us back to reality as the car behind me ran into my vehicle. The other driver ran up to apologize and explained he was looking backward instead of forward. He wanted to see if the car behind would hit him, so he did not see me stop.
After a moment, we pulled off to the side of the area and exchanged all the insurance information. The man again admitted the accident was his fault. Then we checked the damages again as I got a picture of both cars. Finally, we headed home in a more somber mood than when we started the evening. No one suffered any injuries, and the damages made things problematic but minor.
As I dealt with the insurance company the following day, I kept thinking about the man’s comment, about looking backward instead of forward. Soon, my thoughts took me to how I could apply this lesson to my faith. Which is more important for my faith, looking backward or forward?
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I remember the quote by an unknown author that says, “The past is like using your rearview mirror in the car, it’s good to glance back and see how far you have come, but if you stare too long, you will miss what’s right in front of you.” I think the driver who hit me can attest to this. We can see Christ’s sacrifice on the cross as He died for our sins when we glance back. I believe it is essential to our faith to take a backward glance to see God’s fingerprints all over our lives, as He has kept us and protected us from harm.
But, if we dwell in the past, we can become stuck spiritually, longing for something that is no longer beneficial to us. As a result, we might fail to see all the things Christ brings to us that are better than the things we left behind. The Bible also warns us about looking back for the wrong reasons:
• Luke 9:62 (ESV) - Jesus said to him, “No one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God.”
• Isaiah 43:18-19 (ESV) - “Remember not the former things, nor consider the things of old. Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.”
• Genesis 19:26 (ESV) - “But Lot’s wife, behind him, looked back, and she became a pillar of salt.”
Looking out the front windshield allows us to see what is coming. We should look forward with excitement and expectation of seeing God fulfill His promises and how He will use us to further His kingdom. A forward-looking faith considers the potential of a godly adventure and willingly goes anywhere Christ leads them. Looking forward in faith gives us a Godly purpose. And we look forward to our eternity spent with our Savior in Heaven. The Bible encourages us to look forward to our faith:
• Jeremiah 29:11 (ESV) - “For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.”
• Philippians 1:6 (ESV) - “And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ.”
• Revelation 21:3 (ESV) - “And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God.”
It took me some thought and research to find any cons with a forward-looking faith. When we spend our faith life only looking towards our future with God, we can miss out on the opportunities God provides for us daily. Also, our faith calls us to be active participants in sharing the Gospel, and if we are too busy planning our eternity, we fail in that purpose. Christians don’t get to skip all the living that needs to happen between birth and eternity.
In summary, let me share a quote from Lisa Appelo that sums up my thoughts; “Look Back to Thank God; Look Forward to Trust God.” Too much time spent in the past or spending all our time waiting for Heaven causes us to miss out on living a daily life of faith. God needs our participation in this life.
Prayer
Heavenly Father. Thank You for calling me heavenward in Christ. Please forgive me for the times I look back at my old life with wishful thinking and distract me from following Jesus. Please help me accept the challenges of the life of faith, trusting You to guide me and use me as You choose–for Your glory. In Jesus’ name. Amen.
The other day, my friend Pam and I discussed the insecurities many of us in the creative field have in comparing ourselves to others. And, I must say that over the years, I have found that is a common issue with many, regardless of what field they are in.
When you think about everything we see each day, it is any wonder that we feel insecure at times. Like when we watch television or go to the movies, most of the characters live in beautiful mansions or expensive apartments with expensive furniture and collectibles. Many of us live beyond our means, so on the outside, it looks like many are doing well. But are they?
I wondered what God had to say about comparing ourselves with others.
Galatians 6:4-6: But let each one examine his own work, and then he will have rejoicing in himself alone, and not in another. 5 For each one shall bear his own load.
This scripture reminded me of a conversation I had with another friend, Nicole. We also talked about comparing ourselves to others. Nicole is a runner. She used the comparison of not comparing yourself to a hurdler when you are a runner. We talked about how God made us unique and has a purpose for each of us.
Both Nicole and Pam are gifted writers. They are definitely uniquely made. I hope you stop and think about how God has gifted you and stop looking at those around you. Or you can think about your friends and recognize their unique gifts as well. Then you can encourage them in what they do.
Prayer: Heavenly Father, you amaze me each day. I love that we can turn to the Word to find the answers to every issue or question we have. You tell us to turn to you; you tell us we are uniquely made. Help us claim our uniqueness and to thank you daily for your faithfulness in leading us. In Jesus’ name, we pray. Amen.
“Our Father in heaven, Hallowed be Your name. Your kingdom come. Your will be done On earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, As we forgive our debtors. And do not lead us into temptation, But deliver us from the evil one. For Yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen.”
(Matthew 6:9-13 NKJV)
This month, we suggest you pray for your family and friends. Pray for those who are suffering from mental illness, addiction, or financial problems, and those who need spiritual guidance.
It is very easy for us to look at someone and think we are better than they are. But we are not. Jesus had to forgive us too, as we are all sinners. There is a difference between praying for people in need and accepting their lifestyles.
Romans 14:10-11 (NKJV) reads, “But why do you judge your brother? Or why do you show contempt for your brother? For we shall all stand before the judgment seat of Christ. For it is written:
‘As I live, says the LORD, Every knee shall bow to Me, And every tongue shall confess to God.’”
We love you and pray for you each month. We hope your month is filled with love.
Karen & Craig Ruhl
Dave Evans recently retired from his career as an estimator for an electrical contractor, but still works part-time. He recently served as Body Care Pastor for a small church and previously taught at a local Bible College for several years. God led him to found and serve in several outreach ministries—a pet therapy ministry, visiting several skilled nursing facilities and retirement homes: a prayer booth on a local street corner to allow people in the community to stop by for prayer needs and an evangelism table, typically set up once a month at various malls or stores, which made Bibles, tracts, DVDs, and other Christian materials available free of charge to interested shoppers. Dave has a bachelor’s degree in business administration/management. As a writer, he has had many poems and articles published in various periodicals and books. And he’s been privileged to do volunteer work for a local police department.
“Tell your dogs to sit. OK, now tell them to stay.” Roger’s stentorian voice resounded in the ears of each member of our early Saturday morning dog obedience class. “Hold the leash in your left hand, walk away from your dogs, then turn to face them.” “Tell them to come… if they don’t respond, then correct them.” Almost simultaneously eight to ten voices called out, “Come!”, but only half a dozen dogs were praised as they walked forward on the grass, still damp with dew, to their owners.
My goal for Matt, my Australian Shepherd mix, was not only to have a well-behaved companion but to develop the handling proficiency and level of obedience necessary to pass the skills portion of Delta Society’s testing for therapy dog teams. Passing Delta’s skills and aptitude testing would allow us to be certified to visit people in hospitals, nursing homes, and other facilities.
In beginning to teach obedience to dogs, they are taught the “sit” command. This helps to focus the dog’s attention on the handler, building a foundation for further training. Once the dog knows the “sit” command, the “stay” command is introduced. Learning this is necessary to set the stage for teaching the “come” command. When the dog obediently stays, the “come” command releases him from the “stay” order.
Jesus has a slightly different order in training His followers. First, He asks us to “come.” “Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” (Matthew 11:28 NKJV) The disciples were asked to “come” by the simple edict, “follow me.” We first have to “come” to Jesus for salvation so He can begin training us. Then each day we must “come” to Him for ongoing education.
After we “come” to Jesus and receive Him into our lives, He asks us to “sit”. Webster defines sitting as “a period of time spent seated for a specific purpose…” Jesus would have us sit in order to listen and learn from Him. He said, “Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.” (Matthew 11:29 NKJV) Like the disciples and Mary who sat at the feet of Jesus, we need to be attentive to the voice of our Master, daily taking time for studying God’s Word and memorizing it.
After we’ve learned to “sit”, Jesus next tells us to “stay”. “… If you abide in My word, you are My disciples indeed.” (John 8:31b NKJV). The mark of a disciple is to abide, or to remain, in His word.
“Come,” “sit,” “stay.” Jesus not only wants us to be obedient followers, but He also desires to use us to impact the world in which we live. “So that you may prove yourselves to be blameless and guileless, innocent and uncontaminated, children of God without blemish in the midst of a [morally] crooked and [spiritually] perverted generation, among whom you are seen as bright lights [beacons shining out clearly] in the world [of darkness], holding out and offering to everyone the word of life…”, (Philippians 2:15, 16a AMP)
Lord, please help me each day to “come”, “sit”, and “stay”. If I don’t obey, please correct me and help me listen to your directions. Use me as a well-behaved example of your training and leadership so that you might touch the lives of those around me.
Author’s Note: Matt and I did get certified, and he brought cheer and comfort to hundreds of people for 6-1/2 half years until his retirement in 2009. He was my faithful companion and friend until his death in 2012.
By Edward Tooley
Vacation Bible School was to begin on Monday morning, so why in the world was a group of volunteers, including myself, meeting at church early on a Saturday before VBS started?
Someone had a remarkable evangelistic idea. The idea was to publicize the upcoming VBS to as many children and families as possible by having a parade. A VBS parade! Banners and signs decorated the church buses and every conceivable vehicle on wheels. Someone even brought a “Big Wheel” kid’s toy to ride. Eye-popping colorful flyers were also available to pass out announcing the upcoming VBS. It was quite a sight to see so many volunteers that showed up early to help with this endeavor. Because volunteers were plentiful, it took less time than I had predicted to decorate all the vehicles. I must say I was also pleasantly surprised by how good they looked.
Then we met for a brief strategy session, including a large map of our city and surrounding area. Each vehicle was to cover a specific location and alert the masses to this upcoming event. With the plan in hand, we raced to our cars and hopped in ready to spread the word. Many of the volunteers had brought musical instruments to play. A kazoo was handed to those who were musically challenged so we all could join in the joyful noise.
We must have been quite a sight as we traveled down various streets. People, especially children, dashed to their front door to see what all the fuss was about. Some people even stopped their yard work to check out all the wackiness. The VBS flyers were going like hotcakes. The crowds got enormous when we stopped at some parks and playgrounds. We knew many parents with children visited these fun places on Saturday mornings. The colorful VBS flyers were a big hit. We could not pass them out fast enough as hands reached from all directions to get one of these unique items. You could feel the excitement and energy in the air.
After a couple of unforgettable hours, our mission was complete. Each participant in this first-ever VBS parade returned to church with smiles a mile wide.
When Monday morning arrived, the smiles got even wider as we noticed a long string of cars making their way into the church parking lot. It was quite a sight seeing parents, with children in tow, standing in registration lines. Another unforgettable sight was when I walked into the main auditorium. The auditorium was full of energy with children, young and old, with more waiting outside. Goosebumps surfaced as I marveled at the joy and enthusiasm that children
It again amazed me how our Lord uses unconventional methods and strategies to bring people to His saving grace. The biggest thrill was hearing the news of how many children made first-time decisions to trust in Jesus as their Savior. Heaven itself must have held a parade rejoicing and celebrating all those children who now became Children of God. May our Lord God continue to give the body of Christ a sincere desire—sprinkled with some creative strategies—to communicate the message of hope that only comes from knowing our LORD JESUS CHRIST!
Edward Tooley has had many articles published about education, adolescence, parenting, creation, and Christian Living. His work has also been featured in the Chicken Soup for the Soul series. Edward’s first book for children, Rounding Third and Headed for Home, is written in rhyme and is based on a true story of perseverance. Edward’s second book for children was just released and is a fictional account based on a true story of hope and a miracle. The Lighthouse/El Faro is a dual language book - both English and Spanish on the same page.
Wouldn’t it be cool if, when we speak or write something negative, we also offered the positive side of the coin? There are always two sides to every story, situation, belief, and attitude. Our car batteries have both positive and negative terminals. For an electrical system to function, the energy must flow from the positive side first to power what it is attached to, and then, afterward, it returns to through the negative side. We might refer to the negative part of the equation as depleted energy.
In life, we often see the negative side of things without first exploring the positive. This could be what some would call being a devil’s advocate. This may be from an abundance of caution or perhaps from a fear of failure if a wrong decision is made. I don’t think this is the same as pessimism because that is defined as taking the gloomiest view possible and that the evil in the world outweighs the good. No, what I am thinking of here is more of a practical reasoning of weighing both the benefits and the risks before deciding on a course of action.
How about in our prayer life? We should carefully consider how we approach God with our requests. Are we able to be thankful in times of need or hurt, as well as when things are good? Where are our prayers coming from? The positive side, or the negative side of life?
“In the day of prosperity be joyful, But in the day of adversity consider: Surely God has appointed the one as well as the other, So that man can find out nothing that will come after him.” (Ecclesiastes 7:14 NKJV)
Do we truly believe that God listens to our prayers? That He cares for us and wants us to be healthy and prosper? That He will answer our prayers according to His will and His plan? Well then, shouldn’t our prayer be both positive and expectant? God already knows all about our situation. He knows our needs and our wishes. What He wants is for us to come to our Father, thankfully, with praise and joy. Jesus taught us how to do just that in what we refer to as the Lord’s prayer. (Matthew 6:9-13 and Luke 11:24) There isn’t anything negative in this manner of prayer.
Outside of our prayer life, we all interact with people daily. Just like our prayer life, our everyday interaction with others should not just center on what we need or want. How different would our world look if we approached our human interaction in the same spirit as our prayer life? Praise instead of criticism? Acknowledgment of worth before exposing weaknesses and faults? As we go through our daily routines, we need to recognize the good, even as we are aware of the bad things in life. It is easy to be drawn into a sense of doom and gloom in this world we live in. People can frustrate and infuriate us. When that happens, we need to be graceful. Yes, even when it rubs and chafes us. God grants us grace amid turmoil and strife, even in disaster. There is often a silver lining inside those storm clouds. We just need to see the good through the mist of the not-so-good.
Jesus taught us to give praise to the Father and always offer thanks when we pray. We have so much to be thankful for. Our bounty and blessings come from God, so that is where our prayerful focus should be. He also taught us how to interact with each other.
“A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another; as I have loved you, that you also love one another. By this all will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another.”
(John 13:34-35 NKJV)
As we love each other, we must do so positively, extending grace when needed. Encouraging and supporting each other. It is important to note here that extending grace does not mean we need to support or accept unhealthy or sinful behavior. We are all sinners, and one person’s sin is neither less nor greater than another’s. God sees us all, saints and sinners alike, as His children. He loves us all.
It is our choice—negative or positive. Choose carefully; it matters.
Laurie Glass has a heart for encouraging others through her writing. She has had many poems and articles published in both print and online publications. Laurie is a contributing writer for Chronic Joy, a ministry for those affected by chronic illness and other health issues. In addition, she won the Open Medicine Foundation poetry contest in 2019.
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In these dry days, spirit parched, feeling downhearted, looking for a touch from the Divine, reaching for a bit of… something, anything to soothe my soul, lift me up, and give me hope. Longing, thirsting for the grace I need to be assured remains close at hand, the benevolence I need to know is always available to me. Looking… waiting… hoping.
Like a cool, delicious drink that moistens my lips, I begin to feel the divine touch I’ve been seekinga hint of God’s presence, a glimmer of his peace, a drop of his love, a sense of him watching over me, and I relish this lovely moment.
As I drink it in, I bask in this serenity, revel in this sweetness, feel loved, sheltered, restored, refreshed. I am blessed, my heart is full, and I am reassured of the goodness of the Lord.
Inspired by “Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in him.”
(Psalms 34:8 NIV)
Dr. Irene Surya is an award-winning author of her book, In Solitude with God. Her poems have been published in various magazines and anthologies. She has a passion for writing for the Lord and glorifying His name through her writings. She loves and serves the Lord with her husband.
Exuberant snowflakes descending from above
Each exquisite and unique in itself
Covering the ground
With an aura, so splendid.
Intricate people of the world
Each one different in themselves
Populating the entire earth With a life, so distinct.
Fearfully and wonderfully made I am one in millions Chosen to live for His glory With a nature, so sui generis.
Sculpted in beautifully
I am engraved in God’s magnificent hands He has kept me as the apple of His eyes In His sight, so precious.
Unconditionally loved by the Lord
The supreme, all-powerful King He has made me His own To be His child, so treasured.
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Cherished with abundant care
I am called to His own glory Christ has granted me His precious promises To become a partaker of His nature, so divine.
Valued exotically above all I am a royal priesthood
Called to proclaim His excellencies Who has called me into His light, so marvelous.
When people say, “He (or She) is the love of my life,” they most often mean their spouse or someone who they plan to marry. I can understand that because I think of my husband that way. But who is the real love of your life? I’d say the one who gave you life. Not just this life we live on a planet called Earth, but the life we will live eternally in Glory.
Jesus Christ became a man, giving up all He had in Glory, to tread this hard world, and suffer pain and death, just so we could live eternally in heaven. There is no one else who has ever done anything more or even equal to this.
Consider some words to the gospel song, Written in Red, written by Gordon Jensen. You can listen to this heartfelt song at this link: https://youtu.be/hcoBGEvmniM
There’s no doubt that Jesus Christ is the love of every Christian’s life. Have I always treated Him that way? In all honesty? No. But my heart desires to please Him. It’s the flesh that gets in the way.
“For I know that in me (that is, in my flesh,) dwelleth no good thing: for to will is present with me; but how to perform that which is good I find not. For the good that I would I do not: but the evil which I would not, that I do. Now if I do that I would not, it is no more I that do it, but sin that dwelleth in me. I find then a law, that, when I would do good, evil is present with me. For I delight in the law of God after the inward man: But I see another law in my members, warring against the law of my mind, and bringing me into captivity to the law of sin which is in my members. O wretched man that I am! who shall deliver me from the body of this death? I thank God through Jesus Christ our Lord. So then with the mind I myself serve the law of God; but with the flesh the law of sin.
God knows our struggles. He knows we are but flesh. He knows our hearts, and He knows what we want to do for Him.
“For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.” (Hebrews 4:12)
“And he that searcheth the hearts knoweth what is the mind of the Spirit, because he maketh intercession for the saints according to the will of God.” (Romans 8:27)
As I said, He understands our struggles.
This is my prayer, as it was King David’s: “Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts: And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.: (Psalm 139:23-24)
Are you doing your best for the true love of your life?
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My heart is yours, oh Lord. Help me not to stray.
Each day is a struggle To do that which is right. I call out to you To help me in the fight.
My heart is yours, oh Lord. Teach me to pray.
My thoughts do wander While my head bows in prayer. My enemy keeps trying To tell me you’re not there.
My heart is yours, oh Lord. Guide me through your Word.
Sleep calls me to hurry, To skip the words I need. But a small voice within me Tells me, Them I must heed.
My heart is yours, oh Lord. Hold me close, under Your Wing.
The more I stay in tune with You, The more I read and pray, The more I resist the enemy, The easier life becomes each day.
If you haven’t given your heart to the Lord yet, please do so today. He gave everything for you.
(All Scripture is King James 1611 AV)
By Chere Williams
Hospitality has shaped much of my childhood and was the foundation for many of my fondest memories. My grandma Eva’s kitchen table was the meeting place for her six sisters to gather, sip coffee, nibble on Stella Dora cookies, and tell animated stories about their Mum and Pup in their childhood town of Christy Park, McKeesport. My grandma was born into a large and loud Italian family of 17 children, so the tales were endless! I can still envision my Aunts Tina, Mary, Stella, Rosie, Lucy, and Margaret talking over each other, laughing, and reminiscing late into the evening hours. Even at a young age, I was acutely aware that something sacred was taking place around my grandma’s kitchen table, and I felt fortunate and special to be a part of their circle. Leaning against my grandma’s fleshy arm amid this joy bubble was like having a front seat to seeing love in action. I felt safe, adored, and accepted. Her kitchen table was my little piece of heaven on earth.
My grandmother’s hospitality expanded beyond her big Italian family and friends. She lived out Colossians 4:5 (NIV), “Be wise in the way you act toward outsiders; make the most of every opportunity.” My grandma knew the spiritual significance of acting upon an opportunity. She was by no means a financially wealthy woman, but through her interactions, she could share the riches of Christ. Her hospitality may not be considered Pinterest-worthy in this generation, but her simple, sweet ways reflected the humble yet powerful transformative love of Christ.
My grandmother taught me to never underestimate the power of hospitality, which is at the heart of being a Christian. The most hospitable person who ever walked the earth is Jesus. Jesus was kind, generous, loving, humble, and welcoming. As far as we know, Jesus had no brick-and-mortar home, but His heart was positioned to love and share the good news with everyone He came across. Jesus gives us an excellent example of what it means to entertain strangers. He wasn’t hospitable to only those who followed Him, but especially to those who did not. Jesus was a seeker of the sinner, the lost, the lonely, and the outliers. Scripture shows many examples in Jesus’ ministry where he offers hospitality through his hands, words, and heart.
The Samaritan woman is a beautiful story of how Jesus was indiscriminate in his hospitality. It would be completely unheard of for Jews to have dealings with Samaritans, especially a Samaritan woman who previously had five husbands. But Jesus used this opportunity to share with her the living water to refresh her soul. He altered her life, and in turn, her testimony brought more people to Christ! This one encounter had an incredible effect on building up God’s Kingdom. Hospitality has the power to transform lives both in biblical times and in the present day.
If only the church in the present-day practiced what Jesus preached and not a watered-down version of safe hospitality that extends only to people inside our comfortable Christian walls, the impact would be monumental.
In Psalm 23, the Psalmist talks about the House of the Lord and how he prepares a table for us. He anoints the head with oil, and the cup overflows—what beautiful imagery of how the Lord prepares a place for us. He takes in the weary. When we show hospitality, we model what the Lord does for the weary in our service to others. A few years ago, I was on a train coming back from New York. There was a visibly distraught woman who was whispering on her phone. The train employee was harsh with her because it was a quiet car, even though she explained that her mother was dying. She got off the phone and was sobbing. I knew I could not do much to ease her pain, but I lightly squeezed her shoulder, handed her a Kleenex, and whispered that I was praying for her. After we got off the train, she embraced me and couldn’t stop thanking me for that small gesture of compassion. Genuine Biblical hospitality says... I may not know you, but Jesus loves you, and I want to extend that love to you now, in the flesh.
I cherish the precious memories created at her kitchen table in the small town of Glassport, PA. There was always room for one more. My grandma’s hospitality overflowed because of her overflowing love for Christ. Hospitality shows the best of who we are in Christ and can start with a simple hello. We desperately need that Jesus-centered hospitality in a society where we build too many worldly barriers instead of spiritual bridges. Around our kitchen table, on a train, or wherever it may be, let’s encourage authentic biblical hospitality that says, I want to take the time to talk with you, to know you, and provide a space for just you, me, and Jesus... come on in.
Chere Williams lives in Takoma Park, MD with her amazing 16-year-old daughter. She loves Jesus and is passionate about encouraging women to live on purpose and open their hearts to the big, beautiful life God has in store for them. She takes great joy in writing her blog and hosting her podcast, Faith, Coffee, & a Kid. Chere has a heart for single moms and is the creator of the Single Moms of Faith, Burning Bright, Not Burning Out Conference. She loves to travel, spend time with friends and family, and volunteer.
We have lived in North Carolina for over 7 years now and still find places we have not explored. One such city is Greensboro. We were plesantly surprised at the beauty in this city. Art is definitely promoted with murals and sidewalk art. The church struct me as beautiful for two reasons, it has a gorgeous cross on top of the steeple, and a beautiful sculpture at the front entrance.
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I must admit that I almost passed this sculpture by as I was taking photos of other art pieces. But something made me go to take a closer look - and it took my breath away.
This is in membrance of 9/11, using pieces of the building. We will never forget hit me hard. There are metal pieces with the notes that were left at ground zero. I put a couple here for you to see.
God bless the families that suffered losses and God Bless America.
High Point, NC part of the Furniture Capital of the World. These two pieces are huge, you can see the large house on the right side of the dresser. And to the left, this piece is at The Furniture Mart and towers over this huge building. You can see the patio furniture to get an idea of how tall this is.
We were so impressed with the downtown area of High Point. It is so clean. It is all about furniture. When Craig owned a furniture store in California, he got to visit High Point for the Furniture Mart. I use to call on the furniture dealers to talk to them about co-op dollars for our advertisers.
From here we drove to Thomasville, NC. Another beautiful city dedicated to the furniture industry. We saw more factories on the way to Thomasville and thoroughly enjoyed seeing this quaint town.
There is so much history here and a beautiful downtown area.
We highly recommend a trip to these three cities to learn more about why we have The Furniture Captial of the World right here. And to experience history in person.
Thank you for taking a road trip with us. We hope it encourages you to get out and explore.
Mr. John Warwick Thomas Pioneer of Thomasville
“Restore to me the joy of Your salvation, And uphold me by Your generous Spirit”
(Psalm 51:12 NKJV)
“Is Dad still living?”
“No, your dad died a few years ago. However, before he died, he became a Christian.”
Following this brief reply, I supplied my husband with additional answer-to-prayer details. I explained that his father, after becoming a Christian, told him he remembered the letter we wrote years before. That letter explained to his father and stepmother our desire for their salvation and the steps they needed to take for a right relationship with God.
Satisfied with that information, my husband smiled through his tears. With joy and peace written on his face, he slowly relaxed against his hospital bed pillow. He followed with questions about the status of various other family members and friends. After I updated him on each one, he dozed.
A few minutes later, he asked, “Is Dad still living?” And we repeated our previous pattern almost word for word. This continued at all hours for several days.
Although my husband suffered very mild short-term memory loss from a brain tumor almost six years before, both his short and long-term memory became severely limited in December 2009. The exact sequence of events remains uncertain, but on the afternoon of December 10, he fell, resulting in a deep cut to his head and a severe brain injury. He also had a mild heart attack and a stroke. In addition, his body suffered oxygen deprivation between the time his heartbeat and breathing stopped and resuscitation by EMS.
His survival alone caused medical staff in three hospitals to give him a new nickname, the miracle man. One cardiologist documented his chart with the little-known medical expression, “Wow!” In a span of 48 hours, our family went from preparation for a final goodbye, with all its mix of emotions, to jaw-dropping amazement as my husband sat in a chair talking with us. We literally witnessed recovery from hour to hour. Within another 24 hours, he was making jokes, a feat our speech therapist sister-in-law proclaimed extraordinarily significant.
Of course, I continued to hope and pray for complete physical healing and a fully restored memory. Nevertheless, I marveled at the joy he radiated each time he heard of his father’s salvation.
I never want to return to the stress of those days, but I would take nothing for that significant time of sharing and his consistently unmistakable reaction. Witnessing this memory phenomenon that I’d only heard about or seen in movies made me wonder: Why do we allow that initial delight at good news to slowly dull in our lives?
Although David’s prayer in Psalm 51:12 for God to restore salvation’s joy was a plea for personal spiritual restoration, my petition expands that desire. I hope I never lose the joy of seeing others come to know God. I desire a daily resolve to share the good news with those whose paths I cross. How I wish I could duplicate what I saw indelibly printed on my husband’s face and spread it like seeds to the wind!
I’m thankful my husband’s miraculous recovery continues to amaze all who played any part in those first few hospital hours. With much of his memory restored, he no longer has to ask about the details of his father’s spiritual birth. He also recalls their special time together as he helped with caretaking duties during his father’s final days.
In addition, I’m eternally thankful for one of the most valuable lessons of my life — one my husband taught me during those uncertain days while activating the gaps in his memory.
Diana Derringer, the author of Beyond Bethlehem and Calvary, shares hope and joy through more than 1,100 devotions, articles, dramas, planning guides, Bible studies, and poems in 70-plus publications, including The Upper Room, The Secret Place, Clubhouse, Country, and Missions Mosaic, plus several anthologies. She also writes radio drama for Christ to the World Ministries and shares weekly blog posts on Words, Wit, and Wisdom: Life Lessons from English Expressions Words, Wit, and Wisdom: Life Lessons from English Expressions. Her adventures as a social worker, adjunct professor, youth Bible study teacher and friendship family for international university students supply a constant flow of writing ideas. Visit her at dianaderringer. com.
The new year is also a time for making new beginnings. Not giving up on the good things we did in the past year, but making them even better. I have learned to be content with everything I have and plan on giving to others as the Lord has given to me.
Many years ago, it was not anything for me to buy groceries for a family member or a friend that needed help. I would leave them on their doorstep with a note saying, “In the name of Jesus”.
I realize we do not always need a lot of money to help others and bring joy to them. We can go to a nursing home and read to a lonely person. You never know, you might be the only face besides the staff that person may ever see. As you read an exciting book full of colorful pages that you have brought you can watch their facial expression change from a frown to a smile. When you are finished, you can talk about the book and then give it to them.
When I was younger, I visited nursing homes, especially at Christmas time, which made me so happy. I knew at a young age that the Lord had given me a soprano voice to spread joy to others. As I got older, I loved singing at the Midnight Christmas Eve Service, especially the song, O Holy Night.
When I worked as an Activity Assistant at a nursing home, I was so happy when my turn to work weekends would come around, because that meant that I was going to be able to attend church with my residents. I loved rolling them down the hall, while they were yelling happily, to the dining room where we were having our church service. Each week, there was a different congregation that came to serve us. My residents knew I love making music for the Lord. so they always wanted to hear How Great Thou Art and The Old Rugged Cross.
We always made sure we had a Christmas dinner for those residents that could make it out of their rooms. We ate delicious prime rib, potatoes with gravy, salad, cranberry sauce, and rolls. The main course for me was the desserts that consisted of two different types of cakes, marble or caramel, and chocolate or cream pie. There was a female harpist who played the most beautiful music while they were dining. We made sure our friends looked forward to Christmas.
Among my favorite things to do at Christmas is to gather a group of friends together to sing carols at a nursing home, retirement center, or even on the street. One year at a hospital where I was working, I was Santa Claus. I counted all our patients which totaled sixteen at that time. I bought the men socks, and the women were given a compact mirror and a comb set.
I carefully wrapped each gift and put them into a red pillowcase. Then with my red Santa hat, white beard, and a pillow tucked under my shirt for Santa’s jolly belly, down the hall I went knocking on each door, saying in a loud voice, “Merry Christmas.”
As I entered each room, I could see the excitement on my patient’s faces as I handed each one their gift. I could see small teardrops trickling down their faces. One lady said, “I have not received a gift in so long that I can not remember when.” It melted my heart to where I was crying. The Lord gave me so much joy in my heart and I knew I had to share it with others.
For the past several years, my husband John and I felt led by the “Holy Spirit” to give a gift card at Christmas to a total stranger at a grocery store. We always pray about it first that He will guide us to the person who could really benefit from using it. This year He led us to an elderly couple who were shopping at Kroger. We walked up to them and said, “In the name of Jesus, He wants you to have this.” They thanked us and continued on their way.
Our church loves to give to others around the world. Each year we buy presents for Operation Christmas Child, a wonderful ministry led by Franklin Graham. This past year, I chose a little girl between the age of 4-5 and John did the same for a boy. We had so much fun going over the list and looking at their needs for what we were going to purchase for them. Things like a doll, coloring books, crayons, school supplies, toys, etc. It elated me to scamper up and down the aisles searching for the brightest and prettiest items to put in her shoebox.
My prayer for us in 2023 is:
If we all give a bit of Christmas throughout the year, would not this world be a better place to live in? Remember, it does not always have to be a monetary gift, just give from your heart.
In Christian Love, Cindy Oriol
Cindy Oriol is the author of “IF ONLY” and “HAVING JOY IN THE MIDST OF THE STORM.” They were written by the Holy Spirit and me to encourage anyone that is going through a storm in their life. No matter how many storms we have to endure as long as we hold tight to Jesus we can make it through anything.
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Rolanda T. Pyle is a licensed social worker and works in the field of aging with seniors, caregivers, and grandparents raising grandchildren. Rolanda is the author of Grandma’s Hands, a children’s storybook, Finally, a collection of inspirational poems; and the compiler of and contributor to Beneath His Everlasting Wings, a collection of devotionals. Her work has been published in religious and community newspapers, anthologies, collections, and journals. In April 2004, New York’s Daily News named her one of the “100 Women Who Shape Our City.” Her website is https://bit.ly/roroscommunications
Lord, how do you make two people work together even if there’s no start? How do you get them to see that their situation is breaking your heart? How can we get them to learn that there is more at stake than them?
Can’t you get her to see that she has to talk to him?
Lord, why won’t he see what he is doing to all four? You must do something before she walks out that door.
Lord, I believe you for a miracle today. Please intervene right now, is what I pray. Move, move on both of them this very hour. And let Your will come forth in Your might and power.
When I look into the mirror, there are scars that only I can see. These battle scars serve as a constant reminder to me... ... of the wonders of God’s mercy and of His grace; They remind me that I can make it as I run this race.
There are physical scars from injuries, surgeries, and cuts And emotional scars of rejection, heartbreak, and such. Scars that remind me that I’ve made it through; Scars from those hard times when I didn’t know what to do.
Scars. yes scars that indicate that healing has taken place. These scars are constant reminders as I continue to run this race.
While trying to figure out the coffee pot at my new job, up walks a man grinning from ear to ear. While projecting a friendly demeanor, David Hutson, or Hut, for short, introduced himself to me with an iron grip from a hand about the size of Montana. His infectious smile and booming voice, which endeared him to the entire planet, soon made us fast friends. We often worked together in our high-pressure job of taking X-Rays. Any human body parts, suspected of being broken, twisted too far, or clogged up, were fair game. We dealt with convicts from federal prison, after they fell up some stairs, to drunks who just kissed a baseball bat.
Family took center stage in Hut’s life, and it wasn’t long after we met that the one thing a parent isn’t prepared for hit Hut’s household. Hut and Trudy’s toddler daughter, Hillary, suddenly and unexpectantly died from a birth defect, rocking him to his core. Following the funeral Hut and his wife Trudy, while devastated by the tragedy, soldered on with life. Despite the expected sadness, I detected a strengthening that could only be explained by the Comforter’s presence in his life.
About six years after losing Hillary, a stick of dynamite named Henry blessed the Hutson household, and that changed everything! While interviewing Hut for this article, he told me, his son Henry, turned out to be his do-over. After being blessed with another child, I noticed in him additional strength and resolve. This renewal soon led to more involvement in church activities. One notable example included me playing drums and Hut singing bass from small rooms to a coliseum. That newfound strength also projected itself in the form of his taking Bible courses. This dedicated study confirmed the source of strength that lifted him through the darkness of his daughter’s death.
Meanwhile, Hut’s Daddy, a man who naturally commanded respect, started to show his age. Hut loved his daddy, who got him through those “totally worthless” teen years, without sending him to a deserted island somewhere. While hospitalized, where we both worked, the older Mr. Hutson simply “gave out” and slipped away when the angel came to pick him up one Sunday morning. The first thing that same day, my duties found me on the way to the Intensive Care Unit. I pushed my portable X-Ray machine into the elevator Hut and his sister, Mary, were getting off. Mary’s presence and their solemn expression told me something had happened. Hut calmly said, “Daddy just passed on.” Following hugs around, and despite the bad news, strength from these Christian warriors filled the air as they walked toward the exit.
Steve Carter lives in Tupelo, Mississippi. He is a Bible college graduate, military and hospice chaplain, and musician.
Steve may be contacted by email at: Msroadkill@bellsouth.net
Hut’s Momma followed her husband into glory a few years later and this loss signaled the beginning of Hut’s wife’s, decline. David and Trudy had enjoyed a thirty-six-year marriage, when suddenly, she started showing multiple symptoms that seemed to be cured, only to return with a vengeance. For six long years, they battled through bad times of doctor office visits, running tests, hospital stays, and endless unexplained painful symptoms. They rejoiced in the good times, hoping they had finally found a cure, only to have their hopes dashed with more mysterious symptoms. Transfers between specialists and hospitals ultimately found Trudy being considered for an organ transplant. During this lengthy process, a trial that drew on the accumulated strength Hut had gained, his wife went into a comatose state. Just under a week later, surrounded by family, Trudy joined Hillary at the feet of Jesus.
I have known Hut for over thirty years. During this time, I watched him grow in Christ into the mighty warrior he is today. I believe much of his character and abilities come from the trials he had to overcome. During our interview process, he stated, “I gained enough strength from one crisis to survive the next.” In explanation of that statement, he added, “I would never have made it through losing Trudy if I had lost her right after Hillary died.”
Hut is always quick to say; “I am nothing without God.” He is doing well and will always have something to hold on to while finishing his time on planet earth. Faith tells him; soon enough, he will rejoin the family whose separation is temporary, in a place where aging, pain, and suffering are no more.
Rivers of Hope is not just a journey of personal testimony, it is also an encouraging and uplifting message for families going through or contemplating the adoption process. In addition, I believe it is a great read for pastors who may struggle in their ministries and need to know they are not alone. This is the story of a family remaining faithful through a series of personal hardships and trials. Steve Wormer tells of the highs and lows, the successes and the failures he and his wife lived through. From miscarriages to miracles, the Wormer family moved through the heartbreaking hurt to realize everlasting hope. I like the casual way Steve tells the story, weaving lifetime events with biblical truths and foundation. Reading this book is like sitting across from the author over cups of coffee as he tells the stories.
Reading this book is like sitting across from the author over cups of coffee as he tells the stories.We have placed a copy on the Faith On Every Corner Bookshelf and recommend this book to our readers.
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This is a wonderful collection of stories of evangelical devotion and love. Pamela Walck shares personal testimony, missionary experiences, and many anecdotal impressions from sharing the Good News of Jesus Christ with the unsaved. The author provides simple methods of witnessing to strangers, close friends, and family. She writes in a comfortable conversational manner that invites the reader to want to learn more. Her faith and devotion are inspirational. Of particular interest, many of the stories address witnessing and discussion with believers of different faiths. Bridge of Love belongs on every Christian’s bookshelf and makes a perfect gift for the seasoned believer and those who are curious about Christianity and their eternal future.
We have placed a copy of Bridge of Love on the Faith On Every Corner Bookshelf and highly recommend it to our readers.
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As a photographer and nature lover, I love sitting down with Tracy’s book and reading her bible verses, and devotions. The photos that accompany each devotion are beautiful and help you relax as you read her inspiring words.
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I loved reading this book of articles and inspirational poems. Rolanda touches your heart as you read through this book. From the Dedication and Memory page, your heart will start to swell as she reflects on her personal experiences.
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“If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all liberally and without reproach, and it will be given to him.”
(James 1:5 NKJV)The Lord speaks to us in many ways: His Word (the Bible), dreams, visions, a “still small voice,” and on the rare occasion, audibly— just to name a few. I find He continually “speaks” through everyday circumstances, too. He likes to teach me a thing or two through this latter type of communication.
My husband, Bruce, and I rode with our friend Bo for one of the ranches in northern Nevada. Our job was to help drive six bulls across the pastures, through a gate, and “kick” them up a canyon. We gathered the bulls and drove them up the fence line.
Can you get the gate?” Bo called over the sagebrush.
“Sure,” I called back, trotting my horse to the gate. Dismounting, I tried to unlatch it.
Two wire loops, attached to the main fence, were wrapped around the end post of the gate—one over the top, one around the bottom. Simple, right? I thought so. “Besides, we have this kind of gate all over Texas,” I told myself.
Trying to pop up the top loop first, I grabbed a hold of the post and pushed ... nothing. I pushed as hard as I could ... still nothing. Then I began pulling that post ... nothing! Frustrated and scolding myself for getting soft in the muscle, I’m not sorry to say, I fervently asked for angelic help.
The urgency? Six HUGE bulls were trotting up the trail toward me, and that gate wasn’t budging. As the minutes ticked by, Bo figured there was something wrong and sent Bruce to help me.
Bruce stepped off his horse, walked to the gate, and gripped a metal lever (that I didn’t see). In one smooth move, he popped it up, releasing the loop around the top of the post. He pulled the gate open; the bulls charged through, and we chased them into the canyon.
I had to chuckle at myself. Apparently, this handy metal lever is called a ‘Lady’s Aid’. This genius invention was lost on me.
As we rode back to the ranch, the Lord spoke to me in that still, small voice of His, revealing a couple of lessons to be learned.
Lesson One: Sometimes, when told to do something, we jump in and tackle the project the way we’ve always done it or how we think it should be done. After all, from a glance, we assume the situation resembles what we’ve dealt with in the past, and we use the same old strategy that worked before. The problem is, we assumed.
We try to accomplish the task in our own strength and knowledge. The Lord tries to tell us He has provided a better, easier way. But we’re so focused on our opinion, we ignore Him and end up making it harder on ourselves. “Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light” (Matthew 11:28-30 NKJV)
Shara Bueler-Repka is enjoying life as a singer/songwriter/recording artist, freelance writer, and award-winning author. She and her husband, Bruce, live in their living quarters horse trailer and call “home” wherever their rig is parked. Their mail-base, however, is Hallettsville, Texas. She loves sharing God’s Word through music with her husband, riding their horses (aka The Boys) in the backcountry, and writing about God’s grace in their various adventures on the trail less traveled.
He told me, “You cannot do what I’ve called you to do in your own strength. You may succeed a little (I did get the wire loop pushed up near the top of the post), but you’ll never get the job fully done.”
Lesson Two: Unity. I couldn’t figure out that gate, but Bruce could because he had the knowledge. We need to let others help us—there are no Lone Rangers in the Kingdom of God. We are all called to uplift, encourage, and exhort one another, helping in each other’s destinies. (1 Corinthians 12:1-11)
Thank you, Lord, for caring enough to speak our language when we need a little “tunin’ up!”
“For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you, not to harm you. Plans to give you a hope and a future.” (Jeremiah 29:11 NIV)
There was a time when I didn’t believe that verse in the Bible. The fault was within me because God doesn’t lie. I just had seen my “circumstances” as bigger than my God. Trials and moments of great heartache had literally made me inquire of God, “What are You doing? This doesn’t feel good at all.”
I had to surrender all my thoughts of why am I going through this to a sovereign God who knew why and would help me see, in His timing, that the bumps, the bruises, and the moments I really didn’t want to talk to God were all things that He would use to help me help others in their journeys of faith as well. But, I didn’t see it that way at all. I’ve heard it said that when you go through dark times, and you can’t see the light, keep going. You will see.
Through it all, God saw the big picture. He was holding me, even though I gave Him dozens of reasons to let go.
Trusting God was honestly something I did not do well. It was like walking through a dark tunnel, knowing that once you got through it, you would be okay, but struggling to trust God that He was there. Truth is He never leaves us or forsakes us. I had to keep remembering who God is—our caregiver, our hope, our navigator, the One who holds our hand and never lets go. When I believed that, I no longer worried about what was going on, because He was in control always. Even when I couldn’t feel His Presence with me, He was there.
This morning, I walked outside to put three empty Gatorade bottles in the recycling bin beside the road. When I opened the door to go outside, a cacophony of tweeters perched in a big oak tree on our property greeted me; they were singing their hearts out saying, “New day! New day!” I turned to my right and saw the most brilliant sunrise with red hues lighting up the sky. I remembered the song, “How Great Thou Art!”
Pam McCormick is a writer and retired from teaching in the public school and community college setting. Pam had a story, “The End,” published in Isothermal’s magazine, The Mentor, in December, 2014. Pam was also published in December 2016 in collaboration with eight other authors to write a devotional book, Ancient Stones Timeless Encouragement. Pam is a member of the Encouragers’ Christian Writers’ Group that meets monthly. In her free time, she enjoys hiking and tent camping with her husband, watching old time westerns, doing crossword puzzles and spending time with her daughter in Maryland and her son, his wife and granddaughters, in Fuquay-Varina.
Pam has a new book coming out in early 2023. You can contact her at pjmc411@gmail.com.
I’m still learning, and I’ve got a whole lot more learning still to do, but I truly can look back and be reminded that He got me to where I am today. I write to tell of His faithfulness to me in my imperfect life. I write to tell all that He has done, so that I may encourage others that may go through their own trials, that God is with them and for them, and that He will guide them through their storms also and be their safe haven and refuge because He is so good. I can see now that it is because I went through much hurt and much pain. I can now be used as a beacon of hope for those going through tough times too, depending on God, not me, to show me how to live. Praise to our God! For He alone is worthy. For He alone is worthy. For He alone is worthy, Christ the Lord.
“No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 8:37-39 NIV)
“Have Thine own way, Lord. Have Thine own way. Thou art the potter; I am the clay. Mold me and make me after Thy will, while I am waiting, yielded and still.” (Adelaide A. Pollard, 1907, Public Domain)
We all have a limp that relentlessly dogs our steps, causing us, at times, to be dog-tired as we work against our limp in order to keep our lives sufficiently erect. For some of us, our limp is so slight and relatively minor that it’s really quite difficult to detect. For others of us, it’s blatantly obvious, causing us to lurch through life with unsteady and uncertain steps. To whatever degree we limp, we all walk with a limp.
There are those of us whose limp is clearly physical, rendering its effect on our cadence as painfully obvious. Then there are those of us whose limp is emotional, or relational, or spiritual. It might find its origins in a relationship gone bad, or a life gone nowhere, or hope gone away. The possibilities are as endless as the ways in which each of us limp. But we all walk with a limp.
His name was Bob Shepherd. My Dad called him “Shep” for short. The name stuck with him throughout the length of their friendship, ultimately going to the grave with both of them. Dad and Shep mutually shared an array of marvelous life experiences that made them the best of friends.
Shep’s limp was polio. His left leg hung a full three inches shorter than his right leg, profoundly throwing his body from left to right with a heavy pendulum-like cadence that should have toppled him with each step. But Shep mastered his limp in a manner that his cadence was a match for anyone who would walk the road of the life with him. Indeed, Shep walked with a limp. But as Shep found out, a limp need not be limiting.
Our limps carry an assumption. And typically the assumption is that the limp will be limiting despite the limit of our efforts to make it otherwise. Our goal is to limit how limiting we think our limp might be. It’s all about minimizing the limp which casts the limp always and forever as a disability and a liability, thereby completely robbing it of possibility.
Or we set about the task of defining “normal,” and we determine that whatever “normal” is, we’re not normal. Then we determine exactly how far our limp has put us from “normal.” It becomes a grand crusade to get as close to “normal” as we can, rather than understanding that we can create an entirely “new normal” that can be far more impressive than the bland “normal” that we’re chasing.
For some of us, we surrender to our limp, feeling that the nature of our limp is forever beyond our ability to offset in any manner despite our most aggressive efforts to do so. We grieve whatever loss our limp has thrust into our lives, and we chart a defeated future that’s now mapped out by whatever our limp happens to be.
Is it possible that our limp is the very thing that allows us to run? And without a limp, could we, in reality, run? Have we been so entangled in assumptions, and so enslaved to some definition of normal, and have we embraced a defeated posture of surrender for so long that we’ve missed the potential inherent in the limp? Is a limp the very thing that distinguishes us from others in a way that gives us a powerful platform from which to influence others? Does a limp give us distinctive experiences that others will never have the privilege of experiencing? Could it be that such a glimpse dramatically expands our view of life, while our limp profoundly extends our experience of life? If so, then our limp could very well be the greatest gift and the most profound opportunity that will beset this life of ours. Like Shep, we can run with a limp.
Our limp could potentially be one of the greatest assets that we will ever possess. And so, as we consider our limps, it is my hope that we see the tremendous possibilities in them and the privilege of having them. Like Shep, may we master our limp in a manner that our cadence is a match for anyone who would walk the road of the life with us. May we run with a limp in a way that we could never do so without one.
Craig’s background includes over thirty years of experience as a counselor in a variety of treatment settings, including psychiatric hospitals, schools for the blind, organizations for the physically handicapped, churches, and outpatient settings. He also possesses ten years of experience in pastoral ministry. Craig spent two years broadcasting on Christian radio and has published both nationally and internationally.
To date, he has published six books and has had many other works published in a wide variety of magazines. Craig founded an outpatient practice that provides counseling, coaching, and consulting services to individuals, marriages, families, various businesses, and church and ministry organizations. Craig may be reached at: craiglpc4@gmail.com
Brenda McDaniel is the author of My Angel My Hero with two more books soon to be published. She is from Roanoke, VA. She holds a B.S in Psychology and M.A. in Counseling. She has enjoyed writing poetry and short stories, even as a small child. Brenda says she is now living her dream come true!
I grew up with my older brother Steven, two years older. It was a time of wonder, imagination, and dreams about the future to come. In the sixties, we played outside without fear. We ran in fields of tall grass, chasing butterflies and sucking on honeysuckle stamens.
Two funny stories I remember as a child stick with me to this day. I think after what we’ve been through the last couple of years in particular, we can all use a good laugh. The first story was when our parents allowed us to go with Russell and Dolly, our next-door neighbors, to Mill Mountain Zoo. We had known them for years; they were our friends and an elderly couple. As we ran through the fields, Dolly would sometimes call us to come inside her house to eat some homemade cookies and drink cold milk to cool us off after running and playing for several hours. And she would tell us funny stories about her childhood.
Steve and I got up early and dressed for our new adventure to the Mill Mountain Zoo. The zoo was so named because it sat on top of a tall mountain called Mill Mountain. The road that led to it was very curvy and went straight up to the top of the mountain. The zoo was relatively new then. It wasn’t a big zoo but had a variety of different animals. We walked around with Dolly and Russell for about an hour, looking at all the unique animals. They had bears, lions, red foxes, zebras, monkeys of all categories, etc. Dolly became tired and said she would wait in the Pavilion center for us. While there, she would look at the different fish, sharks, and dolphins, and get a drink. Russell said, “Ok, I want to take the kids for the donkey ride they have been begging for today.” Dolly said, “Sure, I’ll be here when you return.”
So, Steve and I headed off to the donkey’s tent. We went inside and saw six donkeys tied on a revolving wheel with ropes, to go around in a circle. We waited till our turn and Russell lifted us both onto the backs of the donkeys. Steve rode the bigger donkey in front of us. Russell walked beside me, behind Steve, next to my donkey. We started laughing, Steve and I enjoying our rides. But, suddenly Russell bent over to pick up something, he had dropped on the ground. The donkey let out a loud hee-haw and kicked Russell right in the butt. He went flying, landing on his face in the dirt. Russell got up, (cussing like a sailor). Steve and I were about to fall off our donkeys, laughing so hard. Along with everybody else, who was there. Russell was walking like a cowboy as we left. We picked up Dolly and walked back to the car. Dolly almost fell over after we told her what happened. When we got went home, we told our parents what happened. We all laughed for years, about the story of Russell and the donkey.
Another story my family always retold and teased me about for years was the ashes/hot coals story. Steve and I were playing, chasing each other, but I had a hard time keeping up with him. He was faster than me and ran like a gazelle. Anyway, he decided to run over some hot coals that were left from a recent fire in the backyard where dad had burned some garbage. Why did Steve run through the ashes?
I don’t know. But, as kids sometimes, we do things mostly to find out why not to do them. So, I saw him walking through hot coals, without getting hurt, and I decided I wanted to do it too, to see what it feels like. The only difference was he had tennis shoes on and I had only my socks on. Well, I moaned, cried and Steve helped me to the house. He kept asking me, “Why did I do something so dumb?” And all I could say was, “Well, you did it too.” And he laughed and said, “Yeah, but I had my shoes on!” So, mom took my smoldering socks off, put burn cream on my blistered feet, and then she bandaged them. Mom and dad teased me and laughed at what I had done. They said that I would follow Steve anywhere, even through hot burning coals. Ha! Ha! Ha! I didn’t think it was funny though! Although I loved and always looked up to Steve, I just didn’t think the coals were still hot. That’s my excuse, anyway.
I was teased about this event most of my life. But, when I look back on it, these episodes in our lives were kind of funny.
The moral, of these two stories, is to love others. And, never take yourself so seriously, that you can’t have a good laugh at yourself too! Remember your lives as young children and look upon them fondly. Cherish yourself, your family, and dear friends, always and forever. Because life is so very short!
“Start children off on the way they should go, and even when they are old they will not turn from it.”
(Proverbs 22:6 NIV)
Steve and Brenda
To us two kids, the city zoo, was so cool.
Lions, tigers, bears, monkeys, and foxes in their lairs. Our neighbor Russell took us there, he liked zoos and fairs. A family friend, an older man who had a dark summer tan. He took us to the donkey ride, Steve rode in front, me on the other side. Russell walked beside me and behind. But the donkey gave no sign, and it suddenly kicked. And Russell licked his lips, laying on the ground. Trying to stop cussing with everyone all around. Everyone was laughing, except Russell, trying to get us away, as he no longer wanted us to stay. So setting on a soft pillow, the poor fellow, drove us home. Never more to roam!
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Dr. Kathleen B. Oden is an author, missionary, and Bible teacher. She has been the Administrator of God’s House of Refuge Church & School of Evangelism, for 25 years. Dr. Oden attained a Doctorate degree in Christian Theology in 2000. After a bad fall in 2014, she realized that she had to start eating healthy, in order to fully recover. She became a Certified Health Minister and a Certified Essential Oil Coach. She loves ministering to people and God gave her a health ministry called, Create AnewU Health Ministry. Her health ministry has opened the door for her to share what the WORD OF GOD has to say about eating healthy. Dr. Oden has published over 20 books through Amazon.com and several of them are about health and wellness. https://createanewuhealthministry.com
Whatever happened (good or not) in 2022, forget about it! It’s time to regroup, focus and move forward! We might have some battle scars and feel a little stressed out, or not, but however we feel, let us… “Remember ye not the former things, neither consider the things of old.” (Isaiah 43:18 KJV) The Lord wants us to forget about the past and move forward!
It is time to focus on the “new thing” that He is working out on our behalf right now! And the only way we can do that is to move forward and don’t look back. Do not think about how it was in 2022 and do not talk about it. That will only keep us tied to the past and it can delay or stop us from moving forward. “Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert.”
(Isaiah 43:19 KJV)
More and more people are feeling stressed out and could not focus on the future and move forward. Mainly because it takes energy to regroup, focus and move forward. And by the end of the year, most of us have run out of energy. We start the new year dragging and are in much need of something to help us regroup so that we can focus on the new year ahead and move forward. Think about how wonderful God is for allowing us to be alive in 2023. So many did not make it.
This is a new year! We have a new start and God has something new waiting for us! The excitement from that alone should renew our energy as it says in Isaiah 40:31 (KJV): “But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.”
WOW! All we have to do is wait on the Lord and He will renew our strength! We will have the energy to regroup. Then we will be able to focus and not be weary! Then we will be able to soar like an eagle and move forward! We don’t need red bull, tons of coffee, or caffeine shots to regroup, focus and move forward. We just need to wait on the Lord! AMEN!
Yes, we have a lot to do. And we sometimes want to take matters into our own hands to get it all done. But the best remedy is Psalm 27:14 (KJV), “Wait on the Lord: be of good courage, and He shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the Lord”. Waiting is not something that most people like to do. We want things to happen like, right now!
Just recently, someone prayed for me and the prayer was all about waiting on the Lord. Needless to say, I was none too happy to hear anything about waiting. But one thing is for sure, most
Christians know all things happen in God’s timing and now ours. No matter what the situation is, we have to wait on the Lord.
In the meantime, we need to do our part while we are waiting. We cannot just sit on a log and say, I am waiting on the Lord. We play a part in this divine relationship! And we have a Father in heaven that will answer us. All we have to do is ask Him… Father, what can I do to regroup, focus better and be prepared to move forward when you say move?
He will answer us! If you need a new plan of action, then ask Him for a plan. If you need strategies, then ask for strategies. Be specific! He already knows what we want and what we need. He just wants us to acknowledge Him and then wait on Him to guide us.
It is time to get in position and get energized! Show the Lord that you trust Him and that you are positioning yourself to hear from Him. Remember, He is doing a new thing! Say to yourself, WHOOP! WHOOP! 2023 IS FOR ME! He has a new plan of action for you, but you have to be ready to receive it, believe it, and get ready to regroup, focus and move forward!
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By Brianna Barrett
As soon-to-be parents, my husband and I spent countless hours going through name books, reading their meanings, and even yelling the names to make sure they would roll off the tongue when our son became a teenager. We wrote them on cards to see how they looked and to get people’s first impression of the name when they saw it. There’s a lot in a name.
Our last name connects us to our family and to those that have gone on before us. Our first names sometimes have family connections or connect us to our origins. There is a lot in a name.
We are known by many names. Some are our given names, but others define our relationships, like mother, sister, granddaughter, friend, employee, or spouse. Our Heavenly Father is also known by many names. Some of His names will resonate with us in different seasons. Right now, the four names that resonate with me in this season are Jehovah Shammah (God is already there), Jehovah Rapha (My Healer), Jehovah Jireh (My Provider), and El Sali (God of my strength).
In Ezekiel 48:30-35, we learn specifics about the location and the dimensions of present-day Jerusalem and how the city will be named “The Lord is there”. The Lord never leaves us and never abandons any of us in the storms that we face. He is there. He is with me today through health issues and He is with you, my friend, under the circumstances you are facing. No problem or situation is too big for our God.
My favorite name for our Heavenly Father is Jehovah Rapha, “the Lord who heals you.” Jehovah Rapha is found in Exodus 15:26 (NKJV), “and said, “If you diligently heed the voice of the LORD your God and do what is right in His sight, give ear to His commandments and keep all His statutes, I will put none of the diseases on you which I have brought on the Egyptians. For I am the LORD who heals you.” God was giving a promise to the people of Israel. If they obeyed Him, He would heal them. He is the one who heals; physically, emotionally, and spiritually. He is the ultimate Healer.
We find “My Provider” - Jehovah Jireh - in Genesis 22, where God was testing Abraham’s faith. God asked Abraham to bring his only son as a sacrifice. An Angel of the Lord stopped Abraham as he was tying up his son to sacrifice him. Abraham was instead given a ram to sacrifice in place of his son. Abraham then named the place “Yahweh-Yireh” which means “the Lord will provide.” (Genesis 22:14 NLT) God always provides. Not only did He send a ram for Abraham to sacrifice, but He also sent His son Jesus to die in our place for our sins.
We find “God of my strength”, El Sali, in Psalms. David was talking to the Lord in Psalm 18 after he had just been rescued from all his enemies and from wicked King Saul. David said, starting in verse 1, “I love you, Lord, you are my strength. The Lord is my rock, my fortress, and my savior; my God is my rock, in whom I find protection. He is my shield, the power that saves me, and my place of safety. I called on the Lord, who is worthy of praise, and he saved me from my enemies.” (Psalm 18:1-3 NLT) God provides
us strength in all that we do, strength to get up and face the day. The mountain of problems we face may seem too much for us, but the Lord will give us the strength to face them.
God has many names and different meanings. These are just the names that I’m holding onto right now, in this season. Throughout scripture, we find Him referred to by many more names.
As we near the Lenten season, join me for a 40-day challenge on my website www.briannagrams.com to learn about the different names of God throughout the Bible. The challenge will begin on Ash Wednesday, February 22nd, and ends on Maundy Thursday, April 6th. There are no passages on Sundays, they are days to catch up and reflect. You can download the list of names from my website. The format for the challenge is to read and write out the passage each day, reflect on the passage, and pray over the scripture. I hope you will join me in learning more about God as we approach Easter.
Prayer
Heavenly Papa, thank you for Your Word. Lord as we approach the Lenten season may we prepare our hearts and minds as we learn more about You. Thank you for being my God, may I show Your love to others today. In Jesus’ name. Amen.
Brianna is a Carolina girl that loves Jesus and her family. She enjoys watching the sunrise, photography, reading, and paddleboarding. According to her teenage son, she’s a master chef in the kitchen making gluten-free cuisine from around the world. Join her at www.briannagrams.com and connect with her on Instagram @sunriseoceanwave. .
Sometimes when I’m driving around our neighborhood, it seems like everyone has disappeared, even though I know someone has to be home because their cars are in the driveway and the lights are on. We seem to be an antisocial society anymore; “won’t ya be my neighbor” appears to have been replaced by “I’m busy, what do you want?” We truly seem to live in a “ME” driven world and have equipped our cocoons with everything to entertain and tantalize. We have everything from cable to the internet to our very precious cell phones to keep us occupied. It even seems as if we have replaced the window glass in our homes with mirrors so we can concentrate on all of “OUR” wants and needs; forget anyone else, including, at times, other family members.
What’s reflected in my poem was primarily written for all of us as a wake-up call, to heed the warning and change the priorities of our lives; God first, others second, and finally, ourselves on the tail end. Who knows? We may just get a different perspective on life standing in the back of the line looking forward…
“You should know this, Timothy, that in the last days there will be very difficult times. For people will love only themselves and their money. They will be boastful and proud, scoffing at God, disobedient to their parents, and ungrateful. They will consider nothing sacred. They will be unloving and unforgiving; they will slander others and have no self-control. They will be cruel and hate what is good. They will betray their friends, be reckless, be puffed up with pride, and love pleasure rather than God.” (2 Timothy 3:1-4 NLT)
A healthcare Business Analyst by trade, Steve Wilson is a retired husband, father, and grandfather who loves to see and write about finding God in the everyday. Originally from Ohio, he and his wife Jenny now live in Granite Falls, North Carolina. In his spare time, Steve enjoys reflective writing, dabbling in stained glass, and, of course, spending time with their daughter and her family.
One more selfie, one last tweet A glance at Snapchat before I leave, I’m dressed to impress with a killer smile It’s all about me and my impeccable style.
I’m off to my career, I’m highly degreed They are lucky to have me and my pedigree, Even though I’m just starting, I demand a high pay Entitlement is my game and I know how to play.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, Who’s the fairest of them all, I would think it must be me For my face is the only one I see.
My parents call but have no time for such stuff I may call them next week if they have any luck, They said they were concerned and would pray for me I would rather they leave me alone and let me be.
I don’t have time for Jesus or make-believe I’m doing just fine, just being me, What would my friends think if I changed my view? They love me just the way I am and I do, too.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, Who’s the smartest of them all, I used to be backward and so naïve I proved them all wrong. Just look at me!
My new apartment is something to see It has every amenity, fits me to a T, All of this room and it’s only just me Until I find that someone special and give them a key.
Suddenly a shout and a trumpet sounds My whole world shakes and comes crashing down. I cry Lord, Lord save me, please. “I never knew you,” was the response I received.
Mirror, mirror smashed on the ground Fragments of myself just lying around. I feel so lost and so very afraid I traded my soul for a selfish charade.
Photography byKaren Ruhl
Rolanda T. Pyle is a licensed social worker and works in the field of aging with seniors, caregivers, and grandparents raising grandchildren. Rolanda is the author of Grandma’s Hands, a children’s storybook, Finally, a collection of inspirational poems; and the compiler of and contributor to Beneath His Everlasting Wings, a collection of devotionals. Her work has been published in religious and community newspapers, anthologies, collections, and journals. In April 2004, New York’s Daily News named her one of the “100 Women Who Shape Our City.” Her website is https://bit.ly/roroscommunications
“And we know that all things work together for good to those who love the Lord, to those who are the called according to His purpose.” (Romans 8:28 NKJV)
This scripture has significant value to me because I learned through my life that even when we can’t see it, even when we can’t feel it, God is working it out. I’ve learned to put things I can’t understand into my “all things” basket.
When I was a little girl, I was raised by my father and his mother. My paternal grandmother stepped in to help my father with his three children. She was the nurturer, while my father was the provider and disciplinarian.
I remember crying many days, wondering why I couldn’t have a mother in the home like all of my friends. I remember many times being embarrassed when my grandmother walked me to public school and my classmates asked, “Where is your mother? Why does your grandmother bring you to school?” It wasn’t until years after my grandmother passed that I really appreciated her sacrifice. I am grateful to her and to my father for all they did for me as a child.
Growing up, I somehow thought being cared for by my grandmother was one of the worst things that could have happened. It was not natural. It was not the way it was supposed to be. Little did I know many years down the road, what I thought was the worst thing in my life would turn out to be the best thing in my life.
After graduating from high school, I went on to college, knowing that the profession I wanted was to help people. My career took me down many paths from working in foster care to preventive services where I would help families at risk of losing their children to the system. I assumed the responsibility of recruiting and training seniors to become role models for at-risk families. I loved this job because I got to work with both seniors and children. Years later, one of my friends who knew of my work with seniors offered me a job at his place of employment—an agency that had just received funds to start a program for grandparents raising their grandchildren.
The program grew, and eventually, I was asked by the city to come and head their Grandparent Resource Center at the Department for the Aging. So I helped grandparent caregivers across the city. This program has grown to become a national model. I have won many awards and have been asked to speak across the country at conferences. In 1994, the New York Daily News named me, ‘one of the 100 Women’ who make NYC work.
Years later, I went to work for the Brookdale Foundation’s RAPP (Relatives as Parents Program), where we offered grants, guidance, and technical assistance to programs across the country to assist relative caregivers. I went full circle from helping grandparents and other caregivers locally to the city level to the national level. How did I know about grandparents raising their grandchildren? Where did I get this passion to help and assist these families? How do I know what they feel and what they need? Why has this become my mission in life? I lived it.
Years ago, when I thought it was the worst thing in my life, I did not know that the Lord was working “all things” out for my good. I had no clue that there was a plan being worked out for my life. I never dreamed that I would stand before commissioners, mayors, and prominent folks to let them know the needs and services of grandparents. I never thought that I would be interviewed on radio or television, or have newspaper articles written about me. It was not a desire of my heart, nor was it anything I imagined.
What I thought was the worst thing turned out to be a good thing because “all things work together for good to those who love the Lord and are called according to His purpose.” That, my friends, is a blessing.
And that is why I have learned to put everything in the “all things” basket.
Danielle set out on a mission around the world to share the Gospel of Christ Jesus . She met her husband, Wesley, along the way, and between the two of them, they faithfully served the Lord in 38 countries.
After they married, they moved to Thailand to work at a longterm mission base for two years.
They are now back in the United States with their son, Levi, continuing to share the Gospel with their loved ones and local community until God calls them to move.
DanielleVickers.comWe have ridden the rollercoaster of circumstantial faith too many times, wavering between belief and doubt and back again. It’s exhausting.
But as we obediently choose to step off the rollercoaster and come before God with open hands and an open heart of surrender, trusting in what we know even in the face of what we don’t, we have found our faith refined and strengthened beyond what we could have imagined.
Is it harder? In some ways, yes. But leaning into God’s Word and His presence time and again eventually produces such depth in our relationship with Him that true faith becomes second nature. Trust becomes a habit. And circumstantial faith starts to sound like the crazier option.
We know that we know that we know God is good. We’ve tasted and seen that in our own lives, heard about it from people who have shared their stories with us, and read about it in the Bible. At this point, the question is not, “Why trust in God?” but “Why would WE NOT?”
If you find yourself riding the rollercoaster of circumstantial faith, our best advice is to not let your emotions sit in the driver’s seat. Pray even when it FEELS like you are talking to yourself. Read the Word even when you don’t FEEL like it. Surround yourself with people who will speak Truth into your life, even when you FEEL like they don’t understand. It’s worth it in the pursuit of true faith.
For God is good, even when our circumstances are not.
I am Joseph, an author, blogger, and content writer from Nigeria. In the field of writing, I deliver unique, grammatically correct, and plagiarism-free content. Currently, I work with three online firms specializing in motivation, human capacity development, lifestyle, relationship, and spiritual writings.
A few weeks ago, everywhere I went, I listened as people greeted each other, “Happy New Year!” or a compliment of the season, although I prefer the latter. Now a few weeks are gone. But if I may ask you, what is new about the year or what makes the year new? To me, the day dawns like any other day. So I think you determine whether the day or year is new. I know you would make this season new if you go through this post. Because, as a child of God, witnessing dawn is a fresh beginning that calls for celebration.
To enjoy new things in the New Year, we shall go through this passage of the scriptures.
Teach us to number our days, so that we may gain a heart of wisdom–Psalms 90:12.
Let us approach the passage this way.
Every one of us would always be excited when we get new things. The same excitement goes with witnessing a new day. Indeed, the first miracle of any day is we are alive. That is because we did nothing to deserve to be alive. After all, those better than us in their walk with God passed on over the night. So recognizing this calls for celebration.
The psalmist knows it takes someone aligned with God to value the gift of life and be alive once again. That was why David pleaded with God to teach us to count our days. Do you notice David didn’t talk for about a year? It is because he knew he had no control over the next minute not to talk about the next day or year. Then Apostle James was right when he penned this passage to acknowledge God as the owner of our days.
David’s reason for desiring to number his day differs from the fanfare associated with the way we celebrate the New Year or our birthday. In David’s view, counting our days should produce three results. One, it should be a moment of reflection on God’s goodness. That means it is a miracle that we scaled through the night or last year’s successful inspiration of the devil’s plot. He knew the enemy could have swallowed him. Remember this scripture. It is this mercy of God that we never perish this Israel should say.
According to the psalmist, the wisdom in numbering our day after reflection on God’s past deed is to thank for the gift of the new day. Second, we should determine to make the best use of the new day for God’s glory. Since each day is an opportunity, it comes with its responsibility. This responsibility is to live the day for the glory of God. That is followed by productively using the day to add value to others and yourself. That is the wisdom in numbering our day.
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Having said that, the third, which is the ultimate reason for counting our days, is acknowledging us closer to the grave than yesterday. With the joy of celebrating each birthday should be the cautiousness we are nearer home than ever.
I believe this was why wise Solomon said, “It is better to go to a house of mourning than to go to a house of feasting, for death is the destiny of everyone; the living should take this to heart.” (Ecclesiastes 7:2 NIV) He knew we often forget where we came from and the place we were heading because of the euphoria of success or a milestone we’ve achieved.
Now that the year is new, plan to celebrate each day to please God for giving you another chance. Each day comes with the opportunity to better our walk with God and impart the lives of others while we enjoy God’s blessing to the full. It can only get better from here. You are welcome to your season of great joy.
Joseph Akinrinola lives in Lagos, Nigeria, with his wife and four adorable children. He served with the Gospel Faith Mission International for over three decades. Besides, he is a Sunday school coach, an author, a blogger, and a freelance. He has served in Sunday school for over three decades. His friends and students call him “Mr. Sunday school”. Joseph has published five books with two classics titled “Effective Sunday School Management Made Simple” and “Effective Sunday School Teacher.”
While with the Gospel Faith Mission International, he was a regional coordinator. He oversees the activities of the Sunday school in over a hundred and twenty churches. Then, he sat on the extended board of his Sunday school writing the weekly and daily devotionals read by over 2 million readers globally. Currently, he is the pastor of a new church, the Levites Chapel International, Lagos, Nigeria.
His passion is to reach young people with the Bible truth about relationships, Christian lifestyle, and personal development. This informs the creation of his blog, www.thewisdombase.com. In addition, he writes for online and international magazines. He is a member of Amnesty International.
Gina Bargon Meredith is a mom and grandma who lives in the Dallas, Texas area, where she enjoys cooking and spending time with her family. She loves to write about Jesus and encourage others. Gina shares her journey on her website:
https://ginabartonsewell.wordpress.com/
Do you ever have days where you just don’t feel well enough? No matter how far you may be on your walk with Christ, we all still have these kinds of days.
As we get older, we look in the mirror and see the wrinkles, and we may start counting the gray hairs. We also may have gained a little weight because, as we age, our metabolism slows down. I, myself, have lived a hard life. I didn’t have to. I had good parents and a good upbringing. I was an only child and my parents were much older, so they didn’t always know what to do with me. I had severe social anxiety that was never treated. It was not for lack of trying. My mom took me to all kinds of doctors, but none of them knew what to do back then.
I wasn’t diagnosed until junior high and was given medication, but everything they prescribed made me sleepy or edgy or some other side effect I did not want to deal with. The anxiety was brutal, but after all, I had become accustomed to it. That went on till just before I began my freshman year of high school. That’s when I found my wonderful, amazing, cureall.... that’s when I found alcohol.
And the rest is history. Although there were good years and bad years, most of my life I have felt some level of anxiety.
So I spent lots of time wondering, “why me?” Maybe God just doesn’t love me like he loves other people. I must be really worthless. I even spent several years in a relationship where I was told I was worthless on a fairly regular basis. “Hmm, must be true”, I thought.
I didn’t realize how truly loved I was until I was born again 10 years ago. When I really started talking to God and meditating and getting into scripture. When I truly understood the depths of his love for us.
You are of infinite worth in the eyes of the Lord. He knit you in your mother’s womb. He knows everything about you. And He loves you because you are His child.
Satan wants us to feel inferior, unworthy, and miserable. He toys with our emotions every chance he gets, but the good news is that we can arm ourselves with the Word of God and be prepared, not only to fight the battle but to win.
Father God, help us to always remember just how much you love us. We thank you so much for equipping us with the tools that we need to fight Satan’s devices. We love you so much, Lord, and we want to be better disciples for you. Thank you for your love. In Jesus’ name. Amen.
Gina Barton MeredithA native Floridian, Tracy L. Smoak, grew up in Lake County, surrounded by lush citrus groves and tropical flowers. Gardening was a family affair, and she learned early to steward nature and appreciate the beautiful artwork God created for his children. Her nature devotionals with color photographs, Living Water to Refresh Your Soul and Arranged with Love, feature the graceful beauty of God’s creation. Visit tracysmoak.com.
The one Valentine we always can count on is God. His love is quiet, generous, and steadfast. Like the gentle invitation extended by flowers opening, God beckons us toward His heart. Colorful petals curl and swirl in soft arcs, displaying beauty to behold. With stately elegance, they await notice.
Blooms don’t jump off stems and chase us down, hollering, “Hey! Look at me. I am gorgeous.”
Neither does God. He woos us with presents in nature that we often ignore or overlook. Like a patient suitor, he courts us and awaits our response.
“And God is able to bless you abundantly, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work”
(2 Corinthians 9:8 NIV)
Dear Lord, thank you for the gift of your loving kindness. We need only turn to you for goodness in our life. Your love is eternal. Amen.
Paula considers herself an ordinary Christian woman traversing through the wilderness of an everyday mess. She is a retired Social Worker with a BSW who lives in Western Pennsylvania with her emotional support dog, a spoiled rotten amusing beagle named Little Girl. She has two adult daughters off doing their own thing. Please visit her blog at: simplycoffeeandjesus.com
There it was, bigger than life on a big screen. My heart, as I watched my catheterization procedure.
My New Year was off to a good start — NOT! I spent the first several days in the hospital.
Wow, I’m really winded, I thought as I cleared the table. So I sat down with a heavy chest. This is odd, and I thought as I got up to try again. I resolved I wasn’t going to clear the table because of being winded.
I talked to my best friend on the phone and told her about it. We decided it was best that I go get checked out. So I drove to the local walk-in urgent care center. After a check-up, the doctor had no answers why I felt heavy-chested and winded. He was concerned, though, and was adamant that I go to the Emergency Room where I could have a complete workup. “Do I need to call you an ambulance?” he asks. “NO, I’m F-I-N-E!” I said in an aggity tone.
Next, I went to my best friend’s house and asked if she’d take me to the ER. Of course, she said yes. Still agitated, I silently whiney thought and said, “Jesus, do I have to go?” And you know him. There was that all too familiar tug and the nudge that told me, yes, I had to go.
So there we go, my best friend, another friend, and me off to the ER. When we got there, it was packed to the brim, so we waited and waited some more. So when it was my turn, and a bay had opened, I waited some more. Remember, I’m still slightly aggity, right?
After some tests, and a couple of rounds of blood work, the doctor says they want to keep me overnight and have more tests the next day. So my best friend and I discussed my staying. She’s great at bringing me back to the here and now when I’m aggity. She’s a tellit-like-it-is kind of gal. There were too many stimuli going on and she helped me process them. Then matter-of-factly tells me I should stay. F-I-N-E! So I did. She’s ten years my senior and is loving and wise, so I value her thoughts. She’s a treasure.
I spent the night in the ER and awakened early the next day for more testing. The day brought with it a chemical stress test and an echocardiogram with contrast. I was not aggity anymore, just antsy. Until the doctor arrives with the results that show some abnormalities and a bunch of big words to go with those abnormalities. He told me I would need to be admitted and have a heart catheterization the next day.
So, I called my best friend and agitatedly said I was being admitted and had to stay and told her about the procedure I had to have done. I sent her and my other friend a screenshot of the test results. I was surprised, a little taken aback, and beginning to fester a mini adult tantrum in my head.
I stopped to pause and reflect on my thoughts. My festering was from the enemy. I then asked Jesus to help me flip it. Flip it? Yes, it’s when my way of thinking stinks. So I ask Jesus to help me redirect my thoughts to reflect him in my life, to help me flip and see the situation through his eyes. And pause to listen to his whispers and nudges.
I don’t know why I sometimes get aggity with doctors, either. Maybe the mini adult tantrum thing happens when something didn’t go the way I thought it should regarding medical conditions. Feeling aggity with doctors doesn’t happen often, but sometimes it rears its ugliness.
I’ve seen my heart on an echocardiogram before and was in awe and marveled at God’s creation. But there was something about seeing my heart on a big screen. Though in grayscale, the image was as clear as a star-studded night sky. It took my breath away—in a good way. It gave a new meaning to awe. I felt wonderment, admiration, and reverence.
My thoughts turned to praise and thanks to our good, good, Father, our creator who lovingly and purposefully placed my heart in me when he knit me together in my mother’s womb. And in return, I offer my love adoration, and devotion from my heart to his.
“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful; I know that full well.”
(Psalm 139:13-14 NIV)
I have been a professor at Charleston Southern University for over twenty-eight years. So, I’m going to assume it’s my longevity and not my aging that prompts the question, “When are you going to retire?”
At first, it surprised me since I have at least seven years of teaching left and that’s too far off in the future to count down. However, I find myself wondering—because I am one of those people who have daily goals, yearly goals, and multiple calendars—what will I do with myself if and when I am blessed to retire?
Not that I don’t love my job, but I hope I can stop teaching—I’ll have spent close to forty years in the classroom by then. I hope to switch to full-time writing, but I also want to be a church lady when I grow up.
You know, the church ladies are those people who populate the Altar Guild, the Crafters, the Evangelism committee, and so on. One particular lady at my church, Shirley, has been the treasurer, the secretary, and head of the Lutheran Women’s Missionary League, and runs the biannual church garage sale. She’s a hero.
Another church lady, Carol, continued to make sure the altar was set properly even while going through chemotherapy. A new member of our church, Erica, just took over the Christmas program. I can’t list them all—but you know who they are because they keep the church going (along with their male counterparts, but this is my goal, so I’m highlighting the ladies).
Those are just some of the church ladies at my church now. When I look back over the years, church ladies have been instrumental to my faith.
As a middle schooler, my great-aunt Thelma was my Sunday School teacher and gifted me with my first Bible. In high school, others and I can’t even remember their names, ran the Vacation Bible School at my little one-room country church (believe it or not, Pierce Chapel in Fincastle, Virginia, didn’t even have bathrooms when I attended). Their faith helped me grow my faith.
When I was a young married lady, my husband and I settled on Lutheran as a compromise between my Baptist/Pentecostal/Methodist and his Catholic/Methodist upbringing.
The kindest act of a church lady to me personally was when we had our son. At that time, we attended St. Luke’s Lutheran Church in Summerville, South Carolina. My son had terrible colic. Not only did the wonderful people of that church bring us food and gifts, but one lady actually came to our house and babysat for a few hours—and coaxed him into being quiet. Her skill gave me hope I would survive his infancy—and we all did. She also allowed me to get some much-needed sleep.
So, I want to be a church lady when I grow up. I can’t think of a worthier goal. God bless them, every one!
Christina Sinisi writes stories about families, both the broken and blessed. A member of American Christian Fiction Writers, her works include a semi-finalist in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award Contest and the American Title IV Contest in which she appeared in the top ten in the Romantic Times magazine. Her published books include The Christmas Confusion and the upcoming Sweet Summer, the first two books in the Summer Creek Series, as well as Christmas On Ocracoke. By day, she is a psychology professor and lives in the Lowcountry of South Carolina with her husband and two children, and cat Chessie Mae.
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