Lord,
Walking with you is difficult and scary- but for that I blame my pride.
Your path for me is planned, perfect.
Narrowly lit.
You shine your light in front of me as I walk, just enough to keep me from stepping in to darkness.
Sometimes you light the way entirely, and I can see what is to come. Which is terrifying, because I always doubt that I can handle what we are steadily approaching.
I say all that to say:
Your revelations are always perfect. No matter how much you reveal or when you reveal it.
No matter what, I am thankfully forced to need you and trust you.
All that to learn:
I probably should be looking up rather than ahead.
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Sometimes the lessons of life jump right out at you, other times you have to search a little deeper, pondering the happenings around you and intentionally looking for a take-away. Such has been the case in the past week.
Life lesson #1: Good things can come from circumstances we wouldn’t choose
A mandatory absence from school due to the flu resulted in Clay being pleasantly surprised when something fun happened after the fever broke and he was feeling good enough to be up and around again. (Mama’s note: This lesson meant even more to him because he had learned an earlier lesson: if you stay home when mom doesn’t think you’re really sick you will spend the entire day in bed, resting, not playing)
It is so hard to be in the midst of pain, in the middle of a mess we didn’t choose, but if we simply get thru whatever is on our plate, whatever has been thrown into our lap, whatever is in our day that we haven’t planned on, there is often a blessing that comes at the end of the journey.
Sometimes that blessing is simply rest at the end of a long day. Sometimes it’s an added pleasure, a game played with Mom, a kind word from a friend, or a sense of satisfaction that wasn’t there before. Sometimes it’s the feeling of “I am so glad that is finished!” or even “I’m so glad the pain is gone” after the three day headache has finally disappeared.
Yes, sometimes you have to look pretty hard to find the blessing, but it’s worth the time spent in reflection to see it!
Life lesson #2: Don’t wait until it’s too late to tell someone how you feel
I was reminded again of this important lesson recently during the days my sister-in-law lay in the hospital hanging by a thread between life and death. I talked to my brother a lot that week. One of the things I felt compelled to say to him, as I listened to the exhaustion in his voice, was how blessed I was to be able to witness how sweetly he was honoring and loving his wife of almost forty years.
I also thanked him for being such a good cheerleader in my, and my children’s, life. While I had told my oldest daughter that I wanted her to be for her siblings what my oldest brother has been for me I had never told him how much his support and words of encouragement have meant to me thru the years.
While I am not glad my sister-in-law was so terribly sick I am thankful that it opened the door for me to pass along my appreciation – or perhaps that door was open all along and I was too distracted to notice it. Hmmmm – might be yet another life lesson in that one!
Life lesson #3: miracles still happen
My sister-in-law is a living-breathing miracle. One of the nine doctors’ that attended to her during her hospital stay said it’s the third miracle he’s been privileged to see in his lifetime. I like to think I see miracles everyday (How’s does the solar system stay put? We each have a unique fingerprint.how can that be? How can a human cell hold so much information in it? It’s all a miracle to me!) but without a doubt, the fact that sis-in-law is still alive gives testimony to the fact that miracles still happen!
Life lesson #4: Sometimes you work hard, sacrifice much, and still lose the game, yet the lessons learned from hard work and sacrifice will benefit you long after the game is over
As evidenced in previous blogs we are basketball fans. The end of the season has been a hard one for several of our favorite teams and players. But ultimately, after the tears have dried, the lessons learned on the court are life lessons that will lead to success in areas far beyond the world of basketball.
Colossians 3:23 says “Whatever you do, work at it will all of your heart”.
To me that says we honor God not by our wins or losses, but by our willingness to do the work, with a right attitude.
Those are my take-aways from the past few weeks. It would be easy to breeze thru life so quickly that taking time to reflect on lessons learned would never happen. I am thankful for this blog as it makes me look at life thru a new, reflective, lens. That lens is reflecting where God is at work in my life and in the lives of those I love!
Which leads me to life lesson #5: Take time to sit and ponder, you just might be surprised at the places you see God at work!
Until next time.
Beth
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I just had another one of THOSE moments that reveals an area of confusion or stress or selfishness or any other ‘uncomfortable’ characteristic inside of me. I just received a letter from one of my sisters giving me an update on our mother. (She wrote the update and then made copies for each sibling.) Through past correspondence I knew this was coming; just didn’t know when or what it would look like. Anyway, Mom has been moved from her independent living apartment to an assisted living one. This new ‘home’ is in the same complex, which is wonderful. My sister even made sure Mom’s new apartment is the same layout and look of the previous one. She and more of my family who live in the Kansas City area moved the furnishings and put everything in the same location as it was before. Mom probably doesn’t even know that she has moved. She hasn’t even said anything to me about it when I speak with her over the phone. (I still haven’t had the courage to ask her if she even knows who I am. I just say, “Hi Mom; this is Libby-etc., etc.”)
When we moved Mom into the original facility one year ago, we talked about the idea of having each sibling contribute financially to her care. Nothing was set in stone, so to speak, but a determined monthly donation would certainly be helpful. Inwardly I fidgeted and groaned and fought against that. I prayed and talked with my husband (very gracious and generous man). Although we certainly had not budgeted for anything such as this, I wrote a check. I continued to pray. Most of what was going through my mind was, “I did not sign up for having to pay for my mom’s care…especially since Dad is still around.” But that is another chapter with both miserable and joyful stuff-okay, maybe it’s a whole other book. As time went by, I began to think and truly feel that, yes, Mike and I could contribute that monthly amount. I became excited to be able to help; to know that God would show us how and where to sacrifice to do so. I was both humbled and honored to give toward the care of this woman whom I will always rise up and call blessed.
Then came the aforementioned letter. My sister (who, I must add, is an amazing woman and has worked so selflessly and diligently to care for Mom) included in the update a financial breakdown of what it would cost to now care for Mom. The monthly contribution needs to be more than double. OUCH!! My first reaction was right back to my initial reaction one year ago. “She is not my responsibility! I need to take care of MY family! This is not, nor will it ever be, in our budget!” I could go on. Bottom line-if we siblings don’t contribute to this degree, we don’t know what will become of Mom’s care. I will say that as siblings, we are all very open to doing things differently-finding other options for care, etc. My main reason for blogging about this is that I am once again reminded that just when I think I am ‘getting it all together’, something happens to show me that my ‘getting it all together’ can often be based upon rather selfish motives-maybe looking for a more comfortable life; maybe thinking that all that we have strived to obtain and to achieve is all for us. It could be any number of things. There is much that has happened in the brief history of Mom’s journey into the darkness of dementia. Much that should have/could have been done differently to prevent what now feels like such a financial mess. Believe me, I would LOVE for it all to be so different. But it is what it is. And so now I am revisiting those same feelings of yuck from one year ago. BUT, I am trusting that God will show me once again what His desire and design are for this situation. He has already enabled me to relax and to not be consumed by this new thing. I am trusting that as I lay all of this before Him-again-He will put His desires into me, and I will again be completely excited to do things HIS way. As I am typing this, the song “Hungry” is going through my being.
Hungry, I come to You for I know You satisfy.
I am empty, but I know Your love does not run dry.
So I wait for You. So wait for You.
I’m falling on my knees
Offering all of me.
Jesus, you’re all this heart is living for.
Broken, I run to You for Your arms are open wide.
I am weary, but I know Your touch restores my life.
So I wait for You. So I wait for You.
I’m falling on my knees
Offering all of me.
Jesus, You’re all this heart is living for.
(1999 Vineyard Songs/Words & Music by Kathryn Scott)
He’s given me everything good that I am and all that I have, including the wonderful blessings of my parents and family. May I always choose to gladly and willingly give it all back to Him and wait for His perfect next move. “God-Father, Son, and Holy Spirit-You are amazingly good to me. Thank You for letting me express to You what You already know. Thank You for being in complete control. Thank You for letting me be Yours.”
And thank YOU for reading,
Libby
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*Editors Note: Annette Braun is our Guest Blogger today. She is married to Mark and mother of three boys ages 17, 16, and 4. A stay-at-home mom for years, Annette is starting an exciting new journey working part time in the Garaway school district. She and her husband live in Sugarcreek, Ohio and serve in their home church NewPointe Community.
Spring has sprung in the heart of Ohio’s Amish community and with that the arrival of our new “neighbors”. As I was preparing myself for morning devotions, looking over the back of the couch at God’s gift of a spectacular sunrise and taking in the sounds of spring as the birds serenaded me, an interruption came from a knock at the front door. It was our new neighbors the “ninja” finches who were at that moment introducing themselves to…well, themselves…through the mirror of our front door brass kick plate. They were literally beating themselves up over their reflection.
Obviously, being new to the neighborhood, they had yet to ‘get the memo’ informing them that at my house peace and harmony are the way.
As I thought of the simple-minded actions of those ninja finches I found myself stepping outside to take care of the situation and realized that I had frightened them away. Will they know that they have been accepted into my neighborhood of peace and harmony or will they look for acceptance elsewhere? How will they know that I will feed them and make a safe place for them if they don’t trust me?
Later that morning I found myself introducing…well, myself…to my reflection in the bathroom mirror, thinking…How many times did God try to welcome me into the lives of someone else or a mission that He had planned for only me and I was frightened away by the unknown, unwilling to trust Him?
I find refuge in knowing God has a season for everything and everyone that only they were created for. Did you ever stop and get lost in the magnitude of that? God specifically created you, me, the ninja finches and all that is beautiful and disruptive for a specific place in His story. Wow!
The good news is, God continued to accept me and speak to me and welcome me into His neighborhood and I have finally moved in and am ready to grow and flourish in whatever garden He plants me.
When doubt confronts me, I take a stroll around the lawn and revel in the splendor of God’s beautiful gift of spring. The daffodils have emerged victorious from the mounds of snow and I have experienced the shock and awe of purple and yellow crocus’s making their triumphant return as if to say…
“Surprise! Blessings surround you even when you can’t see them. Sometimes they’re just hidden, waiting for God’s perfect timing!”
Annette
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About a month or two ago, while climbing into the car, I whacked the car door into my forehead. Yep. I hit myself in the face with a car door. I actually cut my forehead and earned a pretty decent bump for a few days due to the incident, and if it wasn’t for Mederma I’m pretty sure I would have earned a scar! All because I couldn’t open a door.
A couple weeks ago my husband and I were shopping in a department store. On my way over to find him in the men’s area I passed through the fragrances. I’m quite content with inexpensive body sprays and whatever winds up with my stocking at Christmas, but I decided it would be fun to try out a few expensive ones. There were no tester strips, and I didn’t want to smell like a bouquet of perfume, so I was spraying them in the air and sniffing them out. I picked up another pretty bottle, sprayed, and got myself right in the eye. My reflexes weren’t too good, and my eyelid didn’t close quickly enough. I must have been staring straight at that thing when I sprayed it. My eye burned for the rest of the evening, and as we snuggled into bed that night, my husband said sweetly to me, “Honey, I can still smell your eye.” A sentence that I’m pretty sure had never been said before.
And yesterday, on my lunch break, I walked into the gas station and well, got about two steps before I slipped on the wet floor, my feet flew out in front of me, and I landed with several thuds. The contents of my purse went spilling, and heads turned to see what the commotion was. Yeah, there’s a reason they put those yellow signs out for you.
I have stubbed my toe on my dog, I can’t drink a glass of anything without missing my mouth at least once, and I am terrified of when I have children and have to carry a baby up and down the steps in my house because I have fallen up and down them a lot.
I am a mess.
I am klutzy, awkward, accident-prone, and sometimes clueless and ditzy.
I have no grace and not a lot of dignity left at this point.
I’m sure I would have flunked out of charm school if I had ever gone.
I have done so many stupid things that I hardly even blush anymore when I do something utterly humiliating.
And I am delighted in.
The LORD your God is with you,
he is mighty to save.
He will take great delight in you,
he will quiet you with his love,
he will rejoice over you with singing. Zephaniah 3:17
Emily
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Dear Jesus,
I refuse to forget that life is beautiful. More than anything else I fear forgetting your goodness. Don’t let me be veiled by your blessings, although they are immeasurably great. The splendor of what you DO still does not approach that of who you ARE.
Thank you for whispering so I have to listen.
Thank you for making sure I am not too comfortable for too long.
Thank you for your promises, which you always faithfully fulfill.
Thank you for forgiveness. I require a lot of that from you.
You are my sustenance.
I hope you know that you are all I want. No other desire can compare to my desire for you.
-Emily
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Spring fever has hit our house! Our youngest has succumbed to the flu bug that seems to be making its way thru the school and community. I’ve been opening windows and washing door handles in an attempt to keep those germs away from the rest of the family. Everybody has been instructed to pump up on Vitamin C, wash their hands, and stay away from whatever it is that Clay is touching. Sharing is a great thing until it comes to germs!
And so it has come to pass that Clay had to miss his first day of school this year. He had been working on perfect attendance and was very disappointed that this bug was going to ruin his record. This was the first year that attendance became a big deal to him. In his first two years of school he would, and could, find most any excuse to stay home. This staying home was new to me as our daughters have all liked school and staying home with a “tummy ache” was something they never really tried to do.
Not Clay. His tummy, his head, or (my personal favorite) his eyes would often be in so much pain that he was sure school couldn’t and shouldn’t be a part of his day. The funny thing was about an hour after his sisters would leave he would almost always start feeling better. So we had to put a new rule into affect at our house: If you are too sick to go to school you need to spend the day in bed, resting. No television, movies, DS, computer, or other video type systems. Books are allowed (books are so nice and quiet) but if you’re too sick to go to school then quiet rest is the order of the day.
Now don’t get me wrong, if kids are obviously ill – fever, repeated visits to the bathroom, or recovering from surgery or another visible “you can’t go to school” malady – I am all about keeping them comfortable and even entertained while they rest quietly on the couch. It’s just when their “sickness” is a little harder to pinpoint that I have found the healing power of a boring day in bed to be quite miraculous!
At least it has worked at our house!
And so it was at the end of the day, a day that the reading on the thermometer made Clay stay home, that I had to laugh. His fever broke in the afternoon. He was definitely feeling better. And he was so surprised when I asked him if he wanted to play a game. He didn’t realize he was allowed to have fun when he was home sick.
I think there’s a life lesson in there somewhere and I promise you I’m going to be thinking on it over the next few days!
Until next time.
Beth
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I did it-I finished yet another long-term sub position while the classroom teacher was on maternity leave. For me, these jobs have two things in common with one another. One-the students are precious. Two-the documentation/standardized testing is not. Oh well. As I have taught over the years, I have found another commonality among students. For the most part, they truly do love it when their ‘regular’ teacher is able to come back. I have found this to be true especially among the younger students. “When is Mrs. So-and-So coming back?” “Is tomorrow the day?” These questions are asked with large-eyed eagerness, accompanied by such a sweet smile. I respond with appropriate affirmation of that teacher. “She’ll be back next Monday, and I’m so glad you are excited. I know she is excited to see you!” Etc., etc., etc. I must admit, while I am giving those answers-with an intentionally placed smile upon my face, there is an underlying voice within me that says, “What’s wrong with ME?” “Don’t you want ME to be your teacher?” While this voice has lessened somewhat each time, it is still there. Bottom line-I want to be wanted. Rock bottom line-sometimes I want to be even BETTER than that regular teacher. OUCH!! That is one tough confession. I need to also clarify that, without exception, the students have always made it very clear to me that they love having me for their teacher; many have even said, “I wish we could have both of you!” Those are such kind and selfless words coming from such young hearts and minds. I love it. I love them.
As I have experienced these conflicts of emotions over my substitute teaching years-wanting to be wanted while not undermining the authority of and the respect for the teachers-I have kind of equated it to the words of John the Baptizer when he said, “He (Jesus) must become greater, and I must become less.” (John 3:30) John was speaking to people who were quite in tune with his leadership and were devoted to him. They may have even thought that John was allowing himself to take too much of a back seat to Jesus. Hmmm-perhaps they were even envious of Jesus’ success. John handled this so well with his response to them. (Read all about it!) Why? I believe (at least in part) it was because he knew his role; his purpose. He knew he was to prepare the way for the Lord; to prepare people’s minds and hearts to receive Jesus. John was not the Savior; he was not the King of kings and the Lord of lords. And he let people know this. In John 1: 19, 20 we read “Now this was John’s testimony when the Jews of Jerusalem sent priests and Levites to ask him who he was. He did not fail to confess, but confessed freely, ‘I am not the Christ.‘” And vs. 23 says, “John replied in the words of Isaiah the prophet, ‘I am the voice of one calling in the desert-make straight the way for the Lord.’” John’s purpose was clear. My purpose in teaching is clear. I need to show Jesus to the students through my words, attitudes, and actions. I need to enable them to be prepared for the ‘next thing’-whatever that may be-including the return of their teacher.
So whether I am teaching or parenting (is there really a difference?!) or simply being a friend, I must maintain the same ‘John’ attitude-”He (Jesus) must become greater, and I (Libby) must become less. I want God to always help me to prepare others for their ‘next thing’; to be able to walk away with hugs, kisses, and “I love you’s” when the time is right; and to be available with wise counsel and a listening ear when necessary.
So I walked out of yet another classroom, at the end of my time there, with a smile on my face and love in my heart for those children, knowing that I had done what I was called to do. I do need to say though that the smile still hides a small sense of sadness as I say ‘good bye’. It is time to move on to my ‘next thing’. I pray that I will do that next thing well-for the sake of making the greatness of Jesus known!
Thanks for reading,
Libby
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God’s blessings come in every season of our lives. I have never looked forward to getting older – but this autumn season of time for me has produced some amazing blessings – the best one has been seeing my children become parents.
I have the first rule of being a grandma down pat: I love to talk about my grandkids (I don’t mind showing off their pictures, either!)
Having one beautiful granddaughter was amazing –
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having two
is too wonderful for words.
Adalie Grace
Is not too sure what to think about
Isabel Grace
But I have a feeling
It won’t be long
Until she’s as crazy about her as the rest of us.
All for Him,
Missy
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In case you haven’t picked up on this before, my name is Emily. Has been for the last 24 years. So you could say that I knew if I was a boy or a girl, and before they even officially decided to name me Emily if I turned out to be a girl. But he has a clear memory of praying for his sister, “Emily Megan Koepf Horsfall,” (Koepf, my mother’s maiden name, is actually my brother’s middle name and didn’t find it’s way to becoming part of mine). He was certain that God was giving him a little sister named Emily, even though my parents weren’t.
Emily is a pretty easy name to remember. After all, out of the last 13 years, it spent 12 as the number one most popular girl’s name. The year I was born it was number 24 on the list. So needless to say it’s a name I’ve heard once or twice before.
So how is it that the other day at work when I picked up the phone I answered, “This is Amy.” What? Where did that come from? How do you not call yourself by the right name? I’m still not sure if it suddenly slipped my mind or I was stressed and confused or if it can just be chalked up to another stupid thing I’ve done, but I referred to myself by the wrong name.
I mean, it’s hilarious right? At least, my coworkers thought so. I’ve talked about how I have a nickname at work that I’m not too proud of, Helen, but I just came up with a brand new name for myself. I actually called myself the wrong name. And the confusion on the other end of the phone, from someone who had thought for sure they dialed Emily, and that this Amy sounded an awful lot like the Emily they thought they had called, was truly priceless.
There’s a lot of people who don’t know my name. Who don’t bother to remember it. Or people who don’t treat it with the same affection as my mom and dad who gave it to me. There’s a lot of people out there who couldn’t care less if my name was Emily or Amy. And apparently, my name isn’t even important enough to me to get it right!
But my Father knows my name. Isaiah 49:15-16 says, “Can a mother forget her nursing child? Can she feel no love for the child she has borne? But even if that were possible, I would not forget you! See, I have written your name on the palms of my hands.”
There’s a song by Tommy Walker, and the lyrics are below.
He Knows My Name
I have a Maker
He formed my heart
Before even time began
My life was in his hands
I have a Father
He calls me His own
He’ll never leave me
No matter where I go
He knows my name
He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls
And He hears me when I call
Yes, He most certainly knows my name. It is carved into His hands. And even if I forget it, He never will.
Emily
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There is one thought that has ruled me today, and it has nothing to do with this picture.
“Lord, you really, REALLY love us.”
To realize the depth of this truth is to be thoroughly quieted. I am still, and there is hardly any room for words or thoughts. Just awe. Just the humility that comes from revelation of His heart. I am so wowed, I almost can’t form a single prayer… almost.
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Galatians 5:22 “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.”
Last week we talked about what keeps us from being healthy; about the fruit that we should be seeing manifested in our lives as we live and grow in Christ. I listed the fruit, as well as the character traits that grow due to the lack of fruit in our lives.
This week I’ve done a little self-check; I examined my life for fruit.
Have you done that lately? Have you asked yourself if you are living a life of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control? Are you exercising your “faith muscle” and allowing the Holy Spirit to grow you into the child of God He desires you to be?
As I looked at my life, especially my life as I’ve walked thru some hard times, (times that required exercising that “faith muscle” until it hurt!) I recognized areas that I have definitely grown – YEA GOD! In terms of relationships, there is evidence of fruit, healthy fruit! A decade ago my answer may have been a little different, but the “stuff” of life has drawn me to the word of God, and the word of God has without doubt been at work in my heart, in my life, and in my home! Praise God!
And yet I found that in terms of the “stuff” of life, I am still a work in process. “Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control” is MUCH easier for me to exhibit when it comes to dealing with people than when it comes to dealing with some of the daily details of life.
My stumbling blocks seem to be patience, faithfulness and self-control as they relate to the daily stuff that finds its way to my kitchen counter, e-mail box, purse, closets, and drawers!
And as we saw last week, the lack of those fruits growing healthily in my life causes me to remain unhealthy in a couple of areas – those are the very areas that Jesus asks of me “Do you want to be well?”
My answer? Well of course I do – I just don’t have time to take care of that particular issue that is keeping me stuck on my mat!
My lack of patience says, “It’s an overwhelming task that I can’t accomplish quickly so why bother!”
My lack of faithfulness keeps me from being a good steward of the stuff that God has allowed in my life – oh dear, could it be I’ve gotten lazy in taking care of what needs to be taken care?
My lack of self-control keeps me over-extended in regards to my time, it keeps me “on the mat” (or in my car seat?) instead of walking! (yes, literally! This mama needs to start walking again!)
These three areas have been on-going battles for me. Why do you think I talk about disciplines and stewardship so much? Yup, ’cause I’m always battling my undisciplined nature!
I’ve come a long way baby, there was a time when my finances were undisciplined. Thru the sound teaching of the Crown Financial Ministries Bible study I was able to recognize where and why I was struggling in that area. At least that’s one area I can see growth!
There was also a time when the discipline of being in God’s word each and every day was not a part of my daily walk. PRAISE GOD for my friends Andrea, Lisa and Becky and their willingness to walk that walk with me.
I honestly believe that had our accountability group not been grounded and founded in the word of God, Circle of Friends would not be in existence today!
So there is definite growth that is happening in my life. There is healthy fruit to be found: in relationships, in finances, in time spent in prayer and reading the word of God, and in a ministry that is keeping me wondering what God is up to now!
So maybe, just maybe, there is hope for my paper piles, my calendar, my exercise program, and my drawers and closets!
Until next time.
Beth
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Okay, I think I’ve figured out why I don’t blog more often. It’s not because I don’t have anything to say. It’s because I have TOO much to say, and much of it should only be shared in dialogue between my heavenly Daddy and me. (Although, sometimes I wonder if that ‘dialogue’ is more often a ‘monologue’ where HE does most of the listening.) Unfortunately, all too often I choose to share-just because I can-and the result of that can then leave me feeling crummy. It kind of goes like this-”Why did I EVER say something like that?” Or maybe-”Why did I EVER say it in THAT way; with THAT choice of words; in THAT tone of voice?!” Etc, etc,– Do you get my meaning? (I don’t blame you if you don’t.) Often the problem seems to be that I know what I mean, but when my thoughts come out of my mouth as actual words, my grasp of the English language suddenly goes AWOL.
Not only that, but another problem (ouch!) is that sometimes (okay, a lot!) I just like to talk. When someone is sharing, then I have to share as well. I tend to get pretty passionate in my ‘sharing’, and that can definitely come across as ‘self-centered’ and ‘personal agenda going on’. I am intentionally biting my tongue a whole lot more. (I’m sure my dear friends who might be reading this could be saying, “You are?! I didn’t notice!”) Believe it or not, I HAVE gotten better! I truly desire to be the best possible listener that I can be. I desire to season my words with grace, mercy, and love; and to always know that the main ingredient is truth (Colossians 4:6). I desire to say only what will build up others (1 Thessalonians 5:11), even when ‘others’ need to be chastised. While that is absolutely necessary-chastisement, accountability, etc., (all of those uncomfortable wordsJ), it must be done with great discernment and appropriateness. Throughout the years, one of my oft-repeated prayers has been, “Lord, PLEASE help them to separate the wheat from the chaff of what I just said.” And I am MOST sincere about that.
So, here is another blog from me-hopefully without any unnecessary offenses-that needs to come to a close. And that reminds me of another reason why I don’t blog too often. I always start out with such an intentional line of thought, and somewhere along the road that leads toward ‘Blogdom’, my internal GPS gets a little loopy, and I end up feeling as though I am aimlessly wandering through a city of streets that doesn’t make any sense at all-kind of like Pittsburgh. I just don’t want my random ramblings to become a ‘roadblock’ for anyone who chooses to ride along with me! Oh, how often I have prayed Psalm 141:3, “Set a guard over my mouth, O Lord; keep watch over the door of my lips.” To paraphrase ala Libby, “When necessary, KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT!”
I do love to share, and I do love to listen! I love to hear people’s stories. I just love to spend time with people. Thanks for spending your time with me!
Thanks for reading,
Libby
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Everyone strives for success.
As I was thinking about this today, I had to wonder exactly what ‘success’ means. Webster’s defines it as ‘favorable or desired outcome’ and also ‘the attainment of wealth, favor, or eminence’.
Mmmh, somehow this seems in direct contrast to what Scripture tells me to pursue –
In Mark 9:35 Jesus gathers His disciples and tells them, “If anyone desires to be first, he shall be last of all and servant of all.”
Proverbs 13:7 says, “There is one who makes himself rich, yet has nothing; And one who makes himself poor, yet has great riches.”
Isaiah 66:2 “But on this one will I look: On him who is poor and of a contrite spirit, And who trembles at My word.”
James 2:5 “Listen, my beloved brethren: Has God not chosen the poor of this world to be rich in faith and heirs of the kingdom which He promised to those who love Him?”
Author Henry Nouwen writes, “Success comes from strength, control, and respectability. A successful person has the energy to create something, to keep control over its development, and to make it available in large quantities. Success brings many rewards and often fame.” He goes on to say, “Fruits, however, come from weakness and vulnerability. And fruits are unique. A child is the fruit conceived in vulnerability, community is the fruit born through shared brokenness, and intimacy is the fruit that grows through touching one another’s wounds…true joy is not successfulness but fruitfulness.”
Jeremiah 17:7 says, “But blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD, whose confidence is in him.”
‘Success’ breeds confidence in ourselves – but those with confidence in God and His strength and abilities and not their own will be “like a tree planted by the water” ( Jer. 17 v.
who ‘”never fails to bear fruit.”
Are you looking for successfulness or fruitfulness? Success in the world’s eyes – or ‘success’ in God’s eyes – which may look like nothing at all to the world!
I think I would rather be a ‘doorkeeper in the house of my God’ or as the Message puts it, “I’d rather scrub floors in the house of my God than be honored as a guest in the palace of sin.” (Psalm 84:10)
All for Him,
Missy
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I had a really, really bad day.
I had so many people just unbelievably rude to me for no reason, speaking to me the way no human being should speak to another human being, making me feel about an inch tall. I had a problem that I couldn’t resolve right away, but did within ten minutes, and within those ten minutes an email of complaint about me made it’s way thru several channels and into my boss’s inbox. When in the end, after ten minutes, there was no problem!
Just a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
So finally, late in the afternoon when I finally got away for my lunch break I went to the grocery store. I bought chocolate chips. I bought brownie mix. I bought cake mix and icing. Still not feeling quite better and knowing I could not enjoy any of these things til I got home, I went to the gas station and got a fountain Diet Coke. (The irony, huh?) Surely a wonderfully carbonated fountain soda would do the trick. And then I saw them, there at the cash register. Giant Smarties. Have you had these giant Smarties? I just discovered them recently, and I am in love. I have always loved Smarties, when I was a little girl there was a wonderful lady who always handed out Smarties and other candy after church, and every time I eat them it’s a sweet (ha – I didn’t even realize that I made a pun!) memory of childhood – but that’s a story for another day.
So I grab three of these amazing treats and go to check out. After multiple attempts, the cashier could not get them to scan. With a line of people behind me and no hope of getting them to scan, the cashier just told me to take them. Just take them! For free!
And suddenly, my day has brightened. The light drizzle that leads to my frizzy hair? No biggie. All those people who were so hateful? Completely forgotten. I have just received three rolls of Giant Smarties for free. I am now invincible. My spirits lifted.
Then I realized just how completely silly that all is. Free Smarties made my day better? A total savings of 75 cents? How is it that free Smarties have changed my day when I failed to even think about the free gift that has changed not only my life, but my death? How is it that immediately I seek pointless, worthless things to fill the need for love and reassurance and joy and completely ignore my Savior who loved me enough to bear the cross for me? Maybe I should have gotten some Dum-Dums, because that is seriously what I am.
How does realization that I have a loving Father and a gracious Savior not do enough to put me in focus? That the worst of days are just blinks of an eye that I will one day have no memory of when I see His face and hold His hand?
Because I’m an emotional, short-sighted human I want to say that just knowing Him doesn’t make it all go away. But it so does. He’s the kiss on the boo-boo that makes it all better. He’s the tight hug from my husband that makes me feel safe and warm. He is all of that and so much more.
And without Him, I would know what it’s like to truly have a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
Emily
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Hello, Spiritual Undertow.
The pause before the throw.
You are still and you are quiet.
And so am I.
Hello, Storm.
The thrust that threatens my norm.
You are strong and you are impending.
Yet..so am I.
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You’re back – I’m glad! Sometimes I worry that the words that I write will make people say “I’m not going to read her stuff anymore!” In fact I had one dear friend tell me that what I’d written made her SO angry – she thought I’d written it about her. I hadn’t. The words I write are lessons God is teaching ME! If He is teaching you the same lesson then we have more in common than either of us realized! Hey friend – you wanna walk this path to good health with me?
Last week we looked at John chapter 5, the story about the guy that was stuck on his mat, crippled by a disease/illness/dilemma that left him paralyzed; recognizing where the answer could be found but not able to get himself there.
Jesus gave him this answer: “GET UP, pick up your mat and walk”.
So how does that apply to us today? Well, to me it says we need to be willing to be part of the solution. It’s not enough to recognize the problem, it’s not enough to know where the answer lies. We must GET UP and do our part in pursuing health – physically, emotionally, and spiritually.
So what keeps us from getting up? What keeps us from being healthy? What lies behind the word “Yes, but” in our response to the question Jesus asks: “Do you want to be healthy?”
Fear? “Yes, but I’m afraid?”
Shame? “Yes, but if I ask for help what will people think?”
Pride? Denial? Feeling overwhelmed and not knowing where to start? I shudder to think that part of the problem could be laziness, or ignorance. Those are not words I really want used to describe anything that I’m a part of.
What about ambivalence, anger, bitterness, or jealousy? The old “it’s not fair” card gets pulled out frequently when we see something that we think should be ours but for whatever reason it’s not, and it often becomes an excuse for not doing what it takes to be where we want to be.
I’m pretty sure none of those are listed in Galatians 5, the scripture that defines the fruits of the spirit.
But I have a feeling if we look at those fruits the lack of them will hold some answers:
Love – the lack is ambivalence, just don’t care, hatred, hostility
Joy – the lack is bitterness, depression, sadness, sorrow, grumpiness
Peace – the lack is war, a battle, anger, despair, discord, discontentment, anxiety
Patience – the lack is, well, impatience – if we can’t have it now then why bother?
Kindness – unkindness, rudeness, meanness, bitterness probably plays a part here again
Goodness – when good is absent what you have left is evil, ungodliness, impurity
Faithfulness – unfaithfulness, cheating, disloyalty, deceit, pretense, laziness
Gentleness – without it there is harshness, no tolerance of those who need or offer help, roughness
Self-control – oh my, well without self-control there’s all kinds of junk, much of it beginning with the word “over” over-eating, over-spending, over-extending (as in filling a day with more than can possibly be accomplished), undisciplined behavior
Honestly, I think in each of those opposites we can see reasons that keep us from being healthy.
Perhaps the greatest lesson to be learned from this scripture is that we have to have FAITH in the One Who asks us the question and tells us to walk!
If we don’t trust that God is for us, if we don’t believe that Jesus came to heal our deepest need, if we don’t have confidence that the Holy Spirit is living IN us, giving us strength to get thru the pain and darkness, we will be stuck in our own strength, bearing our own bitter fruit instead of bearing the fruit of the spirit that is a by-product of the power of Christ living in us.
The fruit of the spirit grows in us as we grow in Christ. As we WALK by faith with Him. Walking by faith is an exercise in and of itself – and lets face it, faith is much like a muscle, it needs to be used in order to stay in shape!
But first we still have to answer the question “Do you want to be well?”
If the answer is yes then today is the day we need to seek the wise counsel that will help us, once and for all, pick up our “mat”, (or get off our couch) and WALK!
Until next time.
Beth
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My friend Beth is great at giving word pictures that depict wonderful spiritual truth. The other day we were talking about forgiveness and she said it was a little like stretching – it loosens us up and frees us to move on. I like that.
In fact, I think we are often stretched in our spiritual lives. We can get stuck in so many areas of our life – the difference between knowing what we need to do and learning to do it.
There was a wonderful lady in one of our first congregations who, when she was in her mid-seventies, crawled under the wooden pews and scraped gum from underneath the seats. Even in my early thirties I couldn’t do that – to say she stayed flexible is putting it mildly!
Stretch, grow, flex – have you ever thought of these as spiritual disciplines? We are often resistant to change – the very thing God wants for us (‘be not conformed to this world, but be transformed’ Rom. 12:2). Just like the transformation of our physical body when we are disciplined in our diet and exercise, so this is true of our spiritual lives as well.
My husband reminded me of this recently with one of his sermon illustrations. He talked about a time when he and I took a canoe out on Lake Huron and jumped out and swam in about twenty feet of water, then got back in and canoed back to shore – all without tipping the canoe over (yes – that was a few years ago – I’m pretty sure that wouldn’t be physically possible for us now!) We’ve failed to maintain the balance and flexibility we had in our younger years and it will take a great amount of discipline to get that back.
I used to be able to jump on a horse and ride bareback. Now I think it would be a stretch to get my foot to the stirrup! Again – it would take the discipline of working and stretching my physical body to be able to accomplish that same task.
We are all growing older (if you aren’t here yet – just wait!) but my point is that in order to maintain the flexibility of being able to be free to move on to other things in our life, or to continue to change and to grow spiritually, we need to continually be putting spiritual disciplines into practice.
And the good news is – it’s never too late! Physically or spiritually. We can start today – and every little step toward that goal is an improvement. Feeling stuck in a rut spiritually? You can begin stretching those spiritual muscles – prayer, reading the Word, meditating and listening to God – and you will find that in your spiritual life you will begin to look like a new person – a transformed person.
The key, as my good friend Beth likes to say, is making sure that God’s Word is getting in you. You have to read it, study it, meditate on it – then obey it.
That’s when you’re stretched and you find that maybe those things you thought were impossible – with God, they’re not!
All for Him,
Missy
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Just in case anyone needs my opinion on the matter – I hate shower doors that are attached to the tub. Just sayin’. You know, if you’re out there today and you’re trying to make a decision – should I get my shower doors attached to the tub or not – Not.
I’m not sure whose genius idea this ‘convenience’ was – it’s anything but. They restrict access to the tub, collect mold and gunk in their cracks and attract soap scum like magnets. And the worst of it – they pop out of their tracks as you slide them back and forth.
Yup. It’s my latest frustration. My husband is gone and the shower door popped completely off its tracks. It’s easy to fix (so he tells me over the phone) but of course it doesn’t work quite that well for me. So I’ve given it a temporary fix until he gets home and can take care of it.
I’m queen of temporary fixes. Don’t like the look of shower doors attached to the tub? Cover them with a shower curtain. Kids’ rooms messy? Shut the door. Company coming? Sweep stuff in closets and move on.
Temporary fixes are fine – but they catch up with you. Eventually the shower door, the messy room or house – they all need the proper attention given to them.
So it is in our spiritual lives. A ‘temporary fix’ isn’t good enough. Oh, it may keep you going for awhile, but you won’t be, as my friend Beth would tell you, spiritually ‘healthy’! It’s like those TV commercials where the guy’s hair is on fire and his co-worker is trying to get his attention and he’s laughing it off as unimportant.
Webster’s says that ‘temporary’ means ‘Lasting for a limited time”. So our efforts to fix something ‘temporarily’ are just that – limited.
The Scriptures talk about something else that’s temporary. It’s on the other side of this coin – we fix things ‘temporarily’ because we don’t want to go through the hard work and inconvenience (and sometimes pain!) of fixing something properly. It takes time and effort we don’t want to put into it. The flip side of that is looking at our inconvenience and hard work as temporary.
I once heard it said that short term dissatisfaction (the hard work of getting to the root of a problem) brings long term (long lasting) satisfaction – 2 Corinthians 4:17-18 puts it like this: “For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory, while we do not look at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporary, but the things which are not seen are eternal.”
Don’t we get that backward? Our ‘fixes’ are temporary – and we think of our trials as never-ending. If we do the hard work – getting to the root of our spiritual problems – we can appreciate the benefits – which are eternal.
So I guess ‘temporary’ can be good or bad – it’s all in what you do with it.
All for Him,
Missy
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In a zoo in California, a mother tiger gave birth to a rare set of triplet tiger cubs. Unfortunately, due to complications in the pregnancy, the cubs were born prematurely and due to their tiny size they died shortly after birth.
The mother tiger, after recovering from the delivery, suddenly started to decline in health, although physically she was fine. The veterinarians felt that the loss of her litter had caused the tigress to fall into a depression. The doctors decided that if the tigress could surrogate another mother’s cubs perhaps she would improve.
After checking with many other zoos across the country, the depressing news was that there were no tiger cubs of the right age to introduce to the mourning mother. The veterinarians decided to try something that had never been tried in a zoo environment. Sometimes a mother of one species will take on the care of a different species. The only ‘orphans’ that could be found quickly were a litter of weanling pigs. the zoo keepers and vets wrapped the piglets in tiger skin and placed the babies around the mother tiger.
Would they become pork chops?
As much as I like to think that I’m so much further advanced than any animal, maybe I’m not. What kind of love do I display to those around me? I hate to admit it, but I can think of several relationships, even with brothers and sisters in Christ, where I have been anything but loving.
Even if we’re different, even if there are where we disagree, even if they seem like the last person on earth that I could get along with, God’s Word has a thing or two to say about loving others.
John 13:34-35 “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this all men will know that you are my disciples. If you love one another.”
Romans 12:10 “Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves.”
Ephesians 4:12 “Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love.”
1 Peter 1:33 “Now that you have purified yourselves by obeying the truth so that you have sincere love for your brothers, love one another deeply, from the heart.”
After all, if a tiger can love a pig, shouldn’t I be able to love a child of God?
Emily
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Dear Romance,
I am just going to be honest with you: you make me nervous. I will offer you free reign of my relationships with Jesus and my sisters, as long as you leave all of my other relationships alone. The vulnerability and inebriation of the heart are certainly not welcomed right now. I will not welcome you if you approach me alone. So if you want any of my time, bring your friends- Wisdom, Self-control, and Divine Glory.
And maybe then we will talk.
Maybe.
Em
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I’ve been studying John chapter 4 thanks to the Meet Me At the Well conference last weekend. This week I decided to keep reading on into John chapter 5. Do you know the story? It’s where a man who was lame (Webster says: crippled, having an injury that makes one limp; stiff and painful; poor, ineffectual) had been laying by the waters of Bethesda waiting for the waters to “stir” because when that happened whoever got into the water first found healing.
That’s where Jesus found him, beside the pool, waiting, but never getting in. Jesus asked him a very compelling question, “Do you want to be well?”
He didn’t answer yes or no, instead he told Jesus why he couldn’t do what it took to get well. He couldn’t get himself there in the state he was in.
I find Jesus’s answer as compelling as his original question. He didn’t say “let me carry you there.” Nope, Jesus answered him “Get up! Pick up your mat and walk!”
There are lessons to be learned in those simple words.
The first lesson can be found in Jesus’s straightforward question: “Do you want to be well?”
The lesson is about honesty, being honest with the Lord, and with ourselves. “Do you want to be well?” That’s a direct question that can only be answered with a yes or a no.
If we say yes then we need to be willing to do what we’re told. “Get up!” Do what it takes to get to where you know you need to be.
If we say “Yes, but…” we have rationalized why we cannot get ourselves to where we know we need to be.
I doubt that we ever say, “No, I don’t want to be well”, but our actions speak louder than our words. What about when we respond, “Yes, of course I want to be healthy!” and then do nothing? Or what if we simply refuse to answer the question?
What would Jesus have said to the paraplegic if he had given those responses?
Perhaps we see a bit of the answer in Matthew 19:16-22 when He talks to the rich young man who asks what he must do to get eternal life yet is unwilling to do what it takes to have it.
Jesus speaks truth, whether we are willing to follow it or not.
And it is our loss when we choose to ignore the truth He has spoken.
The second lesson to be learned is in His answer: “Get up!” Pick up your mat and walk!” Few of us lie around on mats anymore; perhaps today he would say “Get up! Get off your bed/couch/chair/duff and walk!”
If we recognize that we have an ongoing problem, an issue, an illness, an addiction, a dilemma that keeps resurfacing and we keep rationalizing it all away, we are like the guy on the mat. We know we are missing out on being healthy, and we are stuck in that un-healthy place.
Recognizing the problem is only half the battle; we still have to be willing to do what it takes to start the process of healing. The doctor is probably not going to come to us. Neither is the counselor, or the personal trainer, or the organizational coach, or the friend that can walk beside us on the road to good health.
We have to GET UP and do what it takes. We are responsible to take those first steps, to walk, to pursue health – physically, emotionally, and spiritually.
So what keeps us from getting up? What keeps us from being healthy?
Hmmmm. Perhaps we should ponder that one over the next week.
Here’s the challenge: write down the issue that is keeping you on your “mat”. What is it that has you “crippled” – physically, emotionally/relationally, or spiritually? Think about it, ask God to help you be honest with yourself and with Him.
We need to recognize what is keeping us “mat-bound”. And then we need to allow Jesus’s words to penetrate our hearts, “Do you want to be healthy?”
And if our answer is “Yes, but.” we need to recognize it as an opportunity to examine what it actually is that is keeping us stuck on the mat.
I have a feeling God’s word will point us in the right direction there too!
Until next time..
Beth
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Watching any Olympic event generally amazes me-how do they do that?! It doesn’t matter to me if someone comes in first, last, or falls and is disqualified; each one is incredibly talented. I do think what fascinates me so much, though, is those who DO fall, get back up, and finish the race-whatever that race may be. These heart-touching stories happen during every Olympics-not just this current series. As I watch a figure skater bobble or wipe out completely, I ask myself, “How do they go on? Could I do that? Could I fall and get back up as if nothing happened, to finish the event?” What about the athletes who completely fail in one event, but have to come back to complete in yet another one? What goes through their minds? My heart aches for them, and my spirit is so encouraged by them. These are people who have disciplined themselves to do whatever it takes to be successful and effective in what they believe their purpose is. Now I may or may not agree with their regimens of discipline or with other life choices that they make, but I most certainly respect their commitment to follow through until the job is done. Not only do these Olympic competitors prepare well, but they willingly take the huge risk of ‘failing’ in such a public, world wide way! Would I be as willing to be that vulnerable-simply to be able to possibly win a medal?
I would like to think that for each of the Olympians, winning a medal is NOT about winning a medal. Rather, it is about achieving their most excellent best-something that does not come overnight, but over time. The medal represents all of the sacrifice, hard work, discipline, heartache, hurts and injuries that each has endured because they know they MUST. And they do it without any guarantee of any prize. Please know that I am not making any of them out to be superhuman, or even a good person-merely based upon their accomplishments. Being a good person of good character can only be determined by what’s in one’s heart, mind, and soul-places into which we cannot see. However, one’s actions, behaviors, and accomplishments can give us deep insight into one’s character. These things are how one’s character is manifested-or how character, or the lack of character, ‘shows up’. But aside from any ‘character’ issue, I have much to learn from these competitors. They cannot do what they do without a deep sense of commitment, devotion, loyalty, self-sacrifice, and just plain hard work. I would like to believe that the proverbial carrot that dangles in front of their noses is one of intrinsic personal excellence rather than only the possibility of an extrinsic reward. Why do they do what they do-over and over, fall after fall, loss after loss, injury after injury? I would need to ask each one of them to know for sure. The inspiration I get from them is to never give up when I am doing what has been placed in front of me to do. Whatever age I am and in whatever stage of life I find myself, can I be committed to the tasks at hand? Will I run my race and finish my course, regardless of how it feels, how uncomfortable it might get, or how many times I might stumble, fall, or even fail? Will I choose to continually trust my heavenly Father-the ‘Coach’ who has designed my course-to enable and to equip me to finish well? I believe as I continue to discipline myself in following my Coach and His ways, He will continue to fulfill the purposes that He has put into me. And I am only ONE of His many team members. YOU are another-and He will do the same for you! Talk with Him; tell Him what is on your mind and in your heart; ask Him questions-simple and hard; ask for His guidance; take time to listen as He coaches you through your personal Olympic events.
“.let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider Him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.”
-Hebrews 12:1-3
Be encouraged!!
Thanks for reading,
Libby
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