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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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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…

Late Night Visitor – Grief Does Not Social Distance


My aunt passed away yesterday on the most beautiful, blue-skied sunny day of May.  There were no clouds in her way when her spirit met with Jesus and together they soared up to heaven to meet her husband, her baby boy, and all the family and friends who have gone before her.  Her 93-year-old body has been vacated.  She can breathe, walk, run, and move freely forever in the light of Christ.

The funeral will be small, holding to the group size restrictions during the pandemic.  Not all of her immediate family will be in the same room to gather for the final blessings, but they will be near by.  The grief felt at a funeral is temporarily snuffed out by a hug; however, there will be no touching and the face masks worn will double as tissue.

I grieve with my cousins, their spouses, and the grandchildren.  From my own experience, I know the feeling of being an orphan and losing the matriarch of the family. It feels so unnatural to not be there to hug each cousin, kiss my aunt on the forehead and wish her godspeed.

    my eyes grow weak with sorrow,
    my soul and body with grief.

It’s Not You, It’s Me


My momma always said, “Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get.” – Forrest Gump Read more…

What Do You Want Me To Do For You?


This weekend, while on a silent retreat, Read more…

Life Changes Course


March 2, 2019 became a pivotal day Read more…

The One About Impairment


Take a moment to think about an impairment you have experienced, are currently experiencing, or know is coming.   Read more…

Who You Gonna Bug?


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Where is God?


I have a hard time with God sometimes. I can pray to Him and I can also talk as if He was right next to me, like talking to a friend or a parent. But there are so many times I just want to see Him, though, you know? I confess often that I wish I had someone just like Him in the flesh to talk to, to share my troubles with and physically put my head on their shoulder while embracing in a hug.

I feel so bad for confessing that because spiritually, I know God is right here with me. Always. Putting his arm around me and comforting me. Spiritually I feel it, but physically I want to feel it more.

Then, out of the blue, a friend sends me a message telling me her “God sighting”, telling me that she thought of me when it happened.

It didn’t take long to have it hit me that God was speaking to me through my friend. The story she shared was so filled with the word of God to me, even though it was her own encounter with God. God answered my prayer and became a human.

I have a hard time with God sometimes, but am so thankful that he doesn’t feel the same about me.
Thank you God.

John 1:14
The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.

Memory Lane circa 4.2.09


Call me a late-bloomer. In my early 40s, I marched in step, while dancing in my heart, to the band playing Pomp and Circumstance for the college graduating class of 2009. I worked hard for this glorious milestone. While employed full-time for 14 years with the same company, I attended evening and Saturday classes taking anywhere from 3 to 9 credit hours each semester for 6 years. Many late nights were spent reading textbooks and writing papers. I am the youngest of five in my family, and the first to graduate college.

Having made the Dean’s List 3 times and excelling in the capstone classes with A+ as my final grade, I was bursting with confidence. Bursting with confidence, even though a month before my graduation I was blind-sided with a 60-day notice that my job was being eliminated. The blind-side was softened by promises that the Human Resources Department would assist me in finding another position within the company.

In October, 2008, God called home the president of the division, whom I supported for five years. Understandably, a shift in management ensued and my job became redundant when the newly-appointed president decided to retain his current assistant. I cried on my husband’s shoulder that evening the day the bomb dropped on me. This news stung my pride like a very angry bee. As the last step of our debt-snowball, we had planned to pay off our house the following year and this unexpected news was forcing us to recalculate our timing and finances.

During my 60-day sentence, the Human Resources Department proved not as agreeable in assisting my job search within the company as promised. However, I was blessed with a temporary boss that knew my situation and he allowed me the freedom to network within the company. I felt like a door-to-door salesman selling my work ethic, job skills and experience, and of course, highlighting my new degree to management throughout the company.

Time moved forward and the new president rearranged his corner office and I regretfully trained his assistant. Word spread that my days were numbered. Often asked how I was coping with this news and transition, I was able to witness confidently that God has a plan for my life and I was not at all worried.

My inter-company networking and salesmanship paid off and I was the first of many candidates interviewed for a position on that final week of my employment. I knew I was over-qualified, but my confidence was still running high and I really wanted to stay with the company. After all, 14 years was a long time to give up without a fight.

I was invited to lunch every day of that last week by co-worker-turned-friends. Everyone in my department held a special lunch in my honor on the final Friday. I was given an over-sized homemade card signed by the team along with gifts, balloons, and a sugar-high from the icing on the farewell cake. At 4:30pm that day, after everyone left to begin their weekend, I waited by the office phone in anticipation of a call from Human Resources to either invite me to the exit interview or extend a job offer.

The phone rang and I heard myself accepting the job offer. Humbled by the love shown to me from so many on that final week, I likened it to being at my own funeral and popping out of the casket and asking everyone what was going on because I was simply taking a nap.

In my mind’s eye, I replay this time when I juggled a full-time job, late nights reading textbooks, writing papers, and trying to keep up with house and husband. I know God carried me through it all. I never gave in to worry the day after the bomb dropped on me. I believed God’s promises written in Romans 5:3-5 (NRSV),

”And not only that, but we also boast in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not disappoint us, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit that has been given to us.”

Even as a late-bloomer, I never gave up on God because he never gives up on me.

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