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Sunday, 12 April 2009

  • Easter Blessings

    Christ is Risen...

    He is risen indeed!

    Hope you and yours had a very blessed day.  What a priviledge to enjoy this day in the company of our church family.  Spending each day this past week, during Holy Week with all ouf our local churches, united as one Body - the sense of community was both powerful and overwhelming.

    I truly had forgotten what a joy it is to be involved in a small town.  It has it's own dynamics of course, but I absolutely LOVE when the churches get together to do celebrations.  What a way to celebrate Christ, as a community.  I've missed that a lot.

    May the peace of Christ fill your hearts.

Saturday, 04 April 2009

  • She lives on in words...

    Been unpacking more boxes last night and today.  (Yes, I'm slow.  Shoot me.)  Unpacked some of my mom's journals again.  Everytime I do, I can't help but pick one up and start reading somewhere in the middle...very random.

    In those journal entries I read, Mom had mentioned how she was praying that my sister Nan and I would become polished, rare gems for Christ, and would share His beauty with others.  Mmmm...

    Sometimes, it's so hard to read her words.  Not because I feel like I've disappointed her or anything...or didn't live up to expecations; though that may be true.  No...it's hard to read her words, because I just miss her so.  I love reading her journals, and yet, it's like watching a movie like the "Passion of Christ".  Just like thats not the kind of movie you cuddle up with to watch, I can't read Mom's journals in a way that's light entertainment.  They always hit me somehow...even if it's to say things like, "Started mowing the lawn and almost got done when the handle broke.  Guess I'll take it to such and such place tomorrow to get it fixed.  But Jesus knows and He'll take care of us."  Because somewhere in all the behind the scenes...I know that some days she was facing the delima of getting something broke fixed, or do something more pratical like afford groceries.  Yet, even her journals hardly reflected a woman of panic wringing her hands and saying "Oh God what do I doooooo???"  Every page was filled with both concern and praise intermingled.  You can't separate them out in her writings.

    Reading them, I sometimes feel like such a wuss in my faith.

    And yet not.

    I know if Mom was here, she wouldn't think that at all.  No, she'd smile and thank Jesus that her prayers were answered and two rare gems walk this earth.

    Which brings me back to another reason her words are hard to read.  Because she's not hear to witness those events of our "growing up" still.  Maybe we stop growing up physically, as young adults.  But we never stopped growing up on the inside....and I wish Mom could see it.  Reading her words are always hard for me, for they take me back to a place of grief...a grief that goes undetected as long as her journals stay unopened.  And for many days and months they do.  And you'd think I'd know better than to crack one open again.  But I can't explain it.  I search them, looking for some hidden nugget of wisdom or treasure...and each page is pretty much the same of "Praise God, He's taking care of us," or "We're under spiritual attack and we repell that in the Name of Jesus!"

    Ahh...Mom.  Ever the positive one in your journals, aren't cha? 

    I miss  you...so very much. 

Tuesday, 31 March 2009

  • Changing of the seasons...

    As you can see from my latest "theme", I am desparately ready for spring and spring flowers here.  But today, the wind is cold and chilly, there are still snow flurries in the air.  But despite this, a few brave, hardy little tulips are pushing their way up into this cold, cold world.

    I love this time of year, because it comes on so gradually, and when things do end up blooming, it just takes me by suprise.  I think I've said a while back, that a group of lilies are beautiful, but they become vibrant in a field of snow. 

    If anything, they remind me that life doesn't stop happening because the current season's thrown a curve at them.  Whether the sunshine is poured on them, or snowflakes cling, the tulips grow and bloom when it's time to do so.  That's it.  They don't ask when. Don't check to see if its a good date on their calendars.  They don't create a rain-date just in case the weather's bad.  They just do what God designed for them to do.  Period.

    Sometimes I wish I had the mindset of a tulip.  Just do what God tells me to do, when He tells me to do it.  Stop looking around me for the "perfect time"; because there isn't going to be one.  Ever. 

    Ah well...I'm waxing poetic at the moment.

    If you will, remember me in your prayers for both work and personal life, I'd really appreciate it.  With work, I'm working through some techincal documentation that honestly, I just don't understand.  I mean, I sorta understand some of it?  But I'm going to have a meeting on Thursday, where it's my job to explain said documentation AND bring forth questions out of it to a consultant & my boss.  Basically, it's like trying to read theology in French fluently, when I've only had one semester of French lessons in High School.  I have to both comprehend the language of the technical document and then try to understand the mastery of the actual subject.  It's harrrd. 

    And in personal life - exciting news...It's getting closer to time for me to speak at a women's conference in April!  Yay!  And I've got a lot of the process of the speaking parts done in my head.  Yay!  It's not on paper.  Boo!

    Maybe I should try and write it in a foriegn language.   Like I'm not already challenged enough. 

    Just pray for God to just help me take all the scattered thoughts of this subject that I've had on my heart for four years and make it be the one He wants His daughters to hear....ALL his daughters (including me!).  I've been keeping a saying on my desktop that I found not too long ago.  It says this...

    Speakers are like a turtle on a fence post - God has to put them up there.  ~ Kathy Collard Miller

    You said it, Kathy! 

    And thank you for not saying it in French.  

    Bon soir!!

  • Mug Shot...

    Oh my gosh, this made me laugh and think hard at the same time.


    "May your day be filled with Coffee."

Tuesday, 17 March 2009

  • Happy St. Patrick's Day!

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    My favorite saying written on t-shirt of wait staff in Mt. Ayers, Iowa:

    "Kiss me.  I'm Iowish."

    Favorite Irish Prayer:

    May the road rise up to meet you.
    May the wind always be at your back.
    May the sun shine warm upon your face,
    and rains fall soft upon your fields.
    And until we meet again,
    May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
     
    And from St. Patrick's Breastplate (a hymn composed by St. Patrick)
     
    Christ be with me
    Christ before me
    Christ behind me
    Christ in me
    Christ beneath me
    Christ above me
    Christ on my right
    Christ on my left
    Christ where I lie
    Christ where I sit
    Christ where I arise
    Christ in the heart of every man
    who thinks of me
    Christ in the mouth of every man
    who speaks of me
    Christ in every eye that sees me
    Christ in every ear that hears me
    Salvation is of the Lord.
     
    Blessings on you, this St. Patrick's Day.
     
     

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