Thursday, July 30, 2015
Thursday, July 2, 2015
As much as I hoped, on January 1st that 2015 would be my year, it was not to be. I've had a few physical hurdles to jump. Hospitalized a couple of times for dangerously low sodium; esophegiatis that cause internal bleeding, leading to anemia...
Monday, June 1, 2015
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Sunday, April 19, 2015
I have a confession to make. To those who know me well, this will not be a big shocker, nor will it be a huge revelation to pretty much anyone who has encountered me on any given day
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
If you know me, or maybe if you have been reading my posts, you undoubtedly know that I have had several medical problems this year. [I tend to whine and overshare sometimes]
Monday, April 6, 2015
Many times I bog myself down with current worries, or with the baggage of the past- so much so that I forget what lies ahead because I can't see it. My brain gets caught up in the concrete of what I, as a human can see.
Thank you, God, that there is more to life than what I Spy with My Little Eye...
Ahead there is newness. A day, yet to be encountered, always holds hope. No matter what I am feeling now, or what has passed, there is hope in front of me. There is light, even when I don't believe it.
Such simple, yet beautiful promise the future has yet to unveil. The future's potential is wrapped up in one four letter word.
New Living Translation (NLT)
Lord, don’t hold back your tender mercies from me.
Let your unfailing love and faithfulness always protect me.
For troubles surround me—
too many to count!
My sins pile up so high
I can’t see my way out.
They outnumber the hairs on my head.
I have lost all courage.
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Sadly for us, the world lost one great man last Saturday. I've been thinking every day since I found out about his death that I would sit down and write a few words about him. Yet the words eluded me. Mostly, they elude me still, but my heart knows what my mouth cannot say.
When I think of Joe, I recall the last conversation I had with him. We were in the hallway of our church, and I stopped to ask how he was doing.
Although he was quite ill at that time, he was not only there for worship that Sunday morning, but he was also a servant in the Sunday School hour, walking, with the aid of his cane, from classroom to classroom passing out, and then collecting attendance sheets.
When I asked after his health, he looked at me and smiled and said - Oh, great, just great! Anyone could see that physically he wasn't great, just great, but that was Joe. His big smile cutting across the ubiquitous beard covering the bottom half of his face, never one to complain, only to encourage others with his optimism. What a gift he had in that.
I could go on and on about all the ways in which Joe touched the lives of countless people who walked into his orbit, but I won't because something tells me he would balk at the praise. I believe he would shrug it off and change the subject. That's the kind of man he was.
I think through all the years I knew him, and I cannot picture a moment when he didn't give God the glory for whatever circumstances happened along. I believe no matter what, his heart chose to say, as the song says - Blessed be the name of the Lord... You give and take away, you give and take away... my heart will choose to say blessed be Your name.
I look forward to the day when once we'll meet again. I have no doubt he'll be singing God's praises in heaven just as he did here on earth. What a precious gem he was. I thank God for the privilege of knowing him.
~Philippians 1:3New International Version (NIV)
I thank my God every time I remember you.