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God daily shows us how special we are and how much He loves us.  Join me as I write about how my life and the lives of other people who have been touched by God's grace.

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Tidal Waves

10/30/2013

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Everything seems to happen in waves, doesn't it?  In life it always feels like the bad things happen all at once--a loved one gets ill, the kids start having behavior problems at school, you lose your job, and the roof starts leaking.  Yes, "When it rains, it pours." and sometimes it feels like those waves of grief, stress, fear, and worry will surely drown us before the tides starts to recede.

But there is always those calm seasons in life, and I recently realized that sometimes it is when life it at it lowest level of stress and all is beautiful that we are most likely to have the very poorest of attitudes.  Why?

Two weeks ago my husband and I stopped and made camp next to a beautiful lagoon.  I woke up that first morning and couldn't wait to get in the clear, shallow, calm waters.  We dove in, we played, we searched for shells.  And in the comfort of having low tide and a protected lagoon I became less vigilant about my daughter's safety and whether or not the camera would get wet set up at dry sand.

Then, the level of water rose fast.  The rocks that held high tide at bay for the lagoon had accomplished their purpose, but the water had started to crash over the rocks with angry bursts.  Within an hour there was no more lagoon and in its place was a wrathful, lapping mess of cresting waves.  The fun was over. 

Just like I relaxed and stopped worrying about the water safe in my calm lagoon, we grow too complacent when things go well.  Often that is when we let the little things bug us and our prayers begin to sound like recited anthems instead of sincere talks with our Lord.  And when we don't use those quiet spells to fortify our defenses we are left with no rocks to keep the waves at bay. 

So, whatever season your life is in, I challenge you to see the big picture.  If things are crashing and stormy, have faith that they will not always be this way and that God carries your life preciously in his hands as you travel through high tide.  If you are swimming peacefully in your lagoon, make sure you are using these times of low stress to fortify and strengthen your relationship with God so that when the waves start to rise you can feel His presence carrying you through.


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Idols.....Really?!

10/27/2013

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I had no idea.  I'm very careful about this, so very careful.  After all, it is the most important commandment to love God with all your heart and all your mind and all your soul and to have no other idols before Him.

Oh, but I did.  The Devil crept in sneakily and placed a nasty little seed that grew and grew.  And it seemed so benign at the time, it even felt like I must be a good person for feeling it.  Do you know what it was?  Guilt.  Nasty-little-you-should-be-doing-better guilt. 

Okay, my husband and I have been traveling abroad for years now.  When I evaluate it objectively and pray about it, I always know that this is God's path for us.  Sure, I remind myself that we won't always be skiing the Andes and scuba diving the Great Barrier Reef.  At any moment life can change and take us in a different direction.  It will be fine as long as we are careful to listen to God's voice.

But, even though I love my life, exhilarate with each beautiful experience and each precious life that touches us, here lately I've felt worry, doubt, and guilt cloud my heart.  Because, there are people whom I love deeply who I'm not helping by being away from them.  And so the evil thoughts grew.  I stopped listening to God's voice and started praying for what I wanted.  I wanted to fix my life so that all my ducks were in a row, everyone was happy, and I wasn't doing anything wrong.  And if and whenever I quieted my fervent prayers long enough to hear His voice He kept telling me, "Your place is with your husband.  You are where I want you to be."  Over and over he would reassure me but my worry fought him, my guilt started to drown out his reassurances, and then came the horrid nightmares tormenting me even in my sleep.

Then, it happened.  Yesterday, we were driving to church.  The sun was shining on the surreal green hills of Tumbarumba, the little town where we are staying.  I looked out the window and the beauty of it all took my breath away.  Yet, running on the heals of that joy was a wave a guilt and those prayers started again.  "God, show me how to help my loved ones.  Create a path for me that will allow me to serve them.  Please God."  His reply came quietly, with peace.

You're place is with your husband.  You are his helpmate.  This is where I've placed you.

"Oh, but God, show me how to help my loved ones.  Help me to help them." 

And then came words brilliant, clear and chastising.  And, so, so, simple. 

I am your Master.

The words of my Heavenly Father--perfect in their simplicity.  Those four words showed me how I tugged and pulled and rejected His will for me with every worry and guilt-filled thought and prayer.  The well-being of my loved ones had become an object between me and God. 

Ouch.  And I think I even felt proud that I was thinking of loved ones and cared about them.  How sneaky of the Devil to take a seed of guilt and make it grow into a valley of thorns between me and God. 

So, I'm changing my prayers.  I'm changing my thoughts.  I'm slowly clearing away the thorns and that means I must let God have the well-being and happiness of my family. I'm putting them in His capable hands.  I belong to God and He will use me as He will. 


My heart sings an old Hymn this Monday morning, "Have thine own way, Lord.  Have thine own way.  You are the potter.  I am the clay.  Mold me and make me, after thy will.  'Till I am waiting, yielded and still."

I can't wait to call my parents and tell them how much I love them.  Now I can say it without feeling guilty.  I can call my siblings and tell them how beautiful and amazing are their lives...they don't need me.  God has them.  God loves them.  He's watching over us all.

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.
Have thine own way, Lord! Have thine own way! Search me and try me, Savior today! Whiter than snow, Lord, wash me just now, as in thy presence humbly I bow.
Have thine own way, Lord! Have thine own way! Wounded and weary, help me I pray! Power, all power, surely is thine! Touch me and heal me, Savior divine!
Have thine own way, Lord! Have thine own way! Hold o'er my being absolute sway. Fill with thy Spirit till all shall see Christ only, always, living in me!
Have Thine Own Way, Lord
Adelaide A. Pollard, 1862-1934
Photo by Walter Stoneburner
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Franks and Beans

10/24/2013

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Day 1:  My little girl is crying...no, screaming in the back seat while my husband frustratingly tries to find a a place to camp.  I was shaking the GPS and punching buttons on it as if it surely had all the answers.  We finally find a crowded and cramped RV park.  Then while my husband set up our tents, I try to keep a tired toddler who has been sitting all day off the roads while simultaneously organizing our amazing mess of boxes and bags. 

Leaving Cairns and the comfort of our friends' home, we decided to drive a day and find a place to camp out until we moved on.  We could make our trip down south as long or short as we wanted, it was all up to us.  We imagined setting up our tents right next to the beach in a quiet deserted area...no one but us and the sea.

When we start something big, most of us picture what we think will happen in our minds.  We might have high hopes and a bright outlook or we might be consumed with fear and worry.  For me and our two-week vacation camping out on Australia's beaches I had a little of both the bright and dark expectations.  And that first day felt like a disaster.

Finally, I got Adela to go to sleep after spending thirty minutes rubbing her back (something we never do since she usually goes to sleep on her own).  My husband already had our single-pot meal heated and my chair seated cozily next to his.  He told me "Relax. Sit down." And all I wanted to do was find some corner of the world where I could be alone.  At that moment--tired, frustrated, and with low blood-sugar--I was so upset that I wasn't amazingly happy.  What happened to vacation?  What happened to blue skies and happy toddlers playing on the beach?  We were surrounded by motor homes, tents, and streets.  I couldn't see the beach at all. 
 
God, please help me to be happy, I prayed.  And even as I let the words escape me, I realized how horribly self-centered my thoughts had become as we'd encountered stress that day. 

You see, happiness is a choice.  People are always saying that we are surrounded by God's blessing and yes, we are, but we have to choose to let those things fill our vision of life. 

I took a deep breath and walked to my waiting chair and changed my prayer, God, Thank you for my husband, for my little family, and for this time we get to share together.  I sipped a cold drink, ate a bowl of frank and beans (LOL) and the world suddenly looked rosier.  My husband said that tomorrow we would find that perfect spot on the beach and that for now he was grateful that we'd gotten a good day of travel under our belts. 

So, that was how vacation started.  It wasn't all fun and games.  We had to learn to find our happiness beyond the many days of driving, the toddler teething (all four canines and one molar), and tearing down and setting up our tents and shades and organizing camping gear. 

I still look back at the first day and am amazed at how close I came to proclaiming our vacation to be very-near a torturous experience with nothing to enjoy.  Honestly, that attitude was horribly shameful since I know my blessings abound.


Thank you, God!



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God Put Me on Vacation

10/14/2013

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All I can think is that God truly wants me to have a vacation.  For all those that follow my blog and subscribe to my newsletter...my computer died and I'm living out of a tent while we explore Australia's beautiful coast.  All my writing has been put on hold until God shows me its time again. 
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The Artist's Signature

10/2/2013

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Do you ever question His existence?  Or perhaps, simply the idea of creation?  I think, that for the people who have doubts they need only gaze upon a natural wonder to see God. 

My husband and I love scuba diving.  We got our certification over six years ago and spent days exploring the reefs off Jamaica.  So, of course, when our travels took us to Cairns in Australia we decided to dive the Great Barrier Reef.  In one day we did two dives and after we emptied our air tanks spent the rest of our time snorkeling. 

I looked at the beautiful colors, the glorious creatures great and small, and thought to myself, "God is an artist."  So many exquisite colors, textures, light, movement, and shadows collided together in a great dance of life.  The place is filled with great joy, a brilliant celebration of beauty.  What majesty is seen there!  And suddenly I didn't even care how He did it.  All the theories of big bangs and evolution became meaningless because what I saw simply miraculous.  It was like gazing upon an amazing work of art, knowing that what you saw was purely beautiful and I felt like I could see His brush strokes in the glorious colors, see His hands in the awesome textures, see His grace in each precious life. 

I thanked Him, my eyes moist with the feeling of awe filling my chest.  I thanked Him for leaving behind His signature on the Earth.  We see His work everywhere and especially in undefiled nature.  The Great Barrier Reef was completely incredible. 


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