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Immediately the boy’s father exclaimed, “I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!” Mark 9:24

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Just a Glimpse


I have something in common with a pregnant woman and an ultrasound. Read on to find out.

Most expectant mothers look forward to their ultrasound appointment. Valuable information is processed during this exam. Depending on the timing and type of ultrasound (2-D, 3-D, or 4-D) the doctor can evaluate size, weight and health of the unborn baby. They can also tell if there are multiple babies in the womb. The mother leaves the appointment with her baby’s first picture. What a treasure to be able to get a sneak peek of the contents of the womb. Gender is identified if it presents itself. Some like to keep it a secret and be surprised at the birth while others give the information to a loved one who plans a gender reveal party.

The ultrasound is a glimpse of what is to come.

So where do I fit in?

I recently had foot surgery. I am home from work for a couple of weeks and unable to drive. I have not been outside the house for more than a week and my only interaction with people is either through phone calls, email, FaceTime, text messages, or Facebook. The one person I see daily is my husband.

A while ago, I subscribed to the United States Postal Service (USPS) informed delivery service. This service is like an ultrasound of my mailbox. Each morning I get an email showing me images of the mail I am to expect waiting for me in my mailbox. I have seen cards addressed to me, and often who they are from, but I do not know how big the envelope is or the contents inside the envelope. I can only see that someone was thinking of me. I can choose to not open the email in the morning so I can be surprised when I open the mailbox and have my own personal mailbox reveal party.

Getting a peek into the unknown is rather exciting. I am cherishing the sentiments from friends just as much as a mother-to-be holds onto the first picture of their unborn baby/babies.

John 1:1 The Word Became Flesh

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.

Worldview


I live in a city where streetlights drown out the beauty of the stars in the sky on a clear night.  I have to drive to an open field if I want to watch the full moon rise and to the beach for an unobstructed view of the sunset.  On warm summer afternoons, I would sit on a blanket in the grass and observe a simple one-inch square of space in the grass and admire all the little things going on that I usually step on and take for granted.  I am thankful for the opportunities to view the majestic handiwork of God however big or small.  He is to be praised for all he has created as it was created in love and for our enjoyment.

Looking in the mirror, I can see God’s handiwork in me.

I told my husband, a three-time kidney transplant recipient, that the fingerprints of God are all over him.  He never thought he would live past the age of twenty and not to reveal his age, he is well past twenty and very blessed to still be here.  He is God’s handiwork.

What is mankind that you, God, are so mindful of them, human beings that you care for them?

I love watching videos where they point the camera at some random street corner in some random city and pan the camera back to reveal the neighborhood, the city, the state, the globe, all the way to the universe where earth looks like a tiny star as if we were looking up at the night sky away from city lights. At that farthest pan out, I realize how small I am in the scheme of things.  How small we all really are. At this moment I realize we are all the same; we are the handiwork of God.  I wish people everywhere could expand their worldview and see the handiwork of God.

As God sits on His throne in the heavenly realm, he knows the number of hairs on our head and he hears the prayers we whisper.  We are not minuscule to Him.  He loves his creation and is mindful of the human beings he created.

Look for opportunities to view the stars on a clear night, watch the moon rise from a field, and head over to a beach to watch the sunset.  Know that God is wading through all the obstacles we place in His view from us just to get a good view of His creation too.

God loves you, friend.  May God’s blessings be more noticeable to you in this new year.

Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!  You have set your glory in the heavens.  Through the praise of children and infants you have established a stronghold against your enemies, to silence the foe and the avenger. When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them?            Psalm 8:1-4

 

 

The Traveling Banana


I have good intentions, but those good intentions are only good if acted upon. Read more…

Meager Offering


I often feel like a five loaves of bread and two fish sort of person. I don’t have much, but when I hand it over to God, He can do miracles.

When Jesus heard that John the Baptist, his cousin, was beheaded, He boarded a boat to be alone. I can only imagine His thoughts about John. After all, he was preparing the way for Jesus by baptizing people. He was given the honorable task of baptizing Jesus.

John suffered a horrible death. His work on earth was done.

The crowds may not have realized the relationship between Jesus and John. They may not have known why Jesus pushed off shore for some alone time to grieve. What they did know about Jesus was his ability to heal. So they chased after Him and when He saw them, He had compassion on them and went ashore.

Jesus often told people around those whom he brought back to life, such as His friend Lazarus, to feed them. Jesus spent a good portion of the day healing and reviving those who sought His attention on that hillside.

It was time to feed the crowd that followed Jesus that day. To me, this indicated new life and giving His people strength to go forward to show others who may be nonbelievers, how to believe.

A young boy, who happened to be nearby, packed a little lunch for himself that morning not knowing he would be handing it over to Jesus. He had a meager offering of five loaves of bread and two fish and Jesus blessed it, multiplied it, fed the large crowd and had left overs.

What meager offering do you have to hand over to Jesus today?

I often feel like a five loaves of bread and two fish sort of person. I don’t have much, but when I hand it over to God, He can do miracles.

If Jesus healed you or a loved one, restored a sour relationship, or has given you peace over a situation out of your control, grab a bite to eat because you have been given new life. Celebrate and give God the glory He so deserves.

Taking the five loaves and the two fish and looking up to heaven, he gave thanks and broke the loaves. Then he gave them to his disciples to distribute to the people. He also divided the two fish among them all. They all ate and were satisfied, and the disciples picked up twelve basketfuls of broken pieces of bread and fish. The number of the men who had eaten was five thousand.

Mark 6:41-44

Late Night Visitor – Grief Meter


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Motherhood


I could only imagine what motherhood was like so I planted a garden.

I dug into the earth with my shovel and pushed it as deep as I could with the help of my foot buried inside a steel-toed shoe. Mindfully in the moment, I heard the melodious crunching sound the shovel made as it sliced into the dirt hitting buried rocks and matured roots from past plantings. The sound exhumed memories of watching my dad dig up space for a garden in the backyard when I was a kid. I dug shovelful after shovelful of earth and flipped it upon itself and worked the soil into a place of new beginnings.

Backyard nesting and oh, that fresh dirt smell.

As I made my way down the aisles at the garden store, I found a large selection of Knockout Roses. I felt like I was peering into the hospital newborn nursery window as I looked at rows and rows of rose bushes. Each rose similar in species had a unique look. I reached down and gently pulled out the one from the group that resembled me and put it on my cart. As a new mom, I was sure to gather together the potting soil and nutrients my budding plant would need to flourish in the space I had prepared.

I dug out a space to fit the rootball and added weed-killing plant food to the hole. I talked to the new rose bush, attempting to ease its fear of change leaving the pot it was grown in and introduced it to my yard. I loosened its roots so it could feel its way into the new space and feel at home too. I filled new soil around the root and pressed it into the earth. Wearing a new mother’s glow, I knelt down next to the rose and said, “Welcome to my yard; welcome to my life! Enjoy your first refreshing drink of water from the garden hose.”

This was a process repeated five more times.

I observed mothers who put their all into raising their offspring. That selfless act was revealed in the maturity of their children at an early age. In a similar fashion, I put in a lot of time and energy into warding off weeds so they would not interfere with the growth of my roses.

My garden was spoiled.

I fertilized and watered and the sun was my daycare provider. Here they are a year later! Oh, how my babies have grown!!

1st Birthday

I could only imagine what motherhood was like, so I planted a garden.

Psalm 144:9-14 (NIV)

I will sing a new song to you, my God;
    on the ten-stringed lyre I will make music to you,
10 to the One who gives victory to kings,
    who delivers his servant David.

From the deadly sword 11 deliver me;
    rescue me from the hands of foreigners
whose mouths are full of lies,
    whose right hands are deceitful.

12 Then our sons in their youth
    will be like well-nurtured plants,
and our daughters will be like pillars
    carved to adorn a palace.
13 Our barns will be filled
    with every kind of provision.
Our sheep will increase by thousands,
    by tens of thousands in our fields;
14     our oxen will draw heavy loads.[a]
There will be no breaching of walls,
    no going into captivity,
    no cry of distress in our streets.

 

Late Night Visitor – The Grief Thief


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What Do You Want Me To Do For You?


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I Want To Go Back


In this Christmas season, my house is not decorated like a picture out of Good Housekeeping magazine, nor is my table festively decorated.  Read more…

I Want One Day


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