Oh, Yes, My Dear – You ARE a Star!

I can’t help but get excited when I read these powerful words in Genesis 15:6: “Abram believed the LORD, and He credited it to him as righteousness.”

And Paul the Apostle echoes this in Galatians 3:6,9: “So those who rely on faith are blessed along with Abraham, the man of faith.”

Those words pack a punch! Abraham, our faith father, kept believing that he would indeed be the father of many nations. And guess what? Here we are today -- one of those stars that God pointed Abraham to when He said,

“Look up into the sky and count the stars if you can. That's how many descendants you will have!” (Genesis 15:5)

Take a moment to let that sink in -- you and I are stars! We are part of Abraham’s legacy, his faith made real through generations. How incredible is that?

But let’s be honest -- sometimes, holding on to faith feels like trying to hold onto the stars themselves -- just out of reach. I think about parents whose children aren’t walking in faith, or friends who seem so far from God. It’s heartbreaking, gut-wrenching, and sometimes just plain exhausting.

But like Abraham, they don’t give up. They keep praying, believing, and trusting in God’s timing -- knowing that one day, in due season, those wandering hearts will find their way home.

I know that kind of faith well. I’ve been there -- and believing with every fiber of my being for friends and family to experience God’s love and salvation. And you know what? I’m not about to quit! I refuse to give up on the mighty power of God to draw His children to Himself.

So, here’s my word to you, dear friend: Don’t give up! Those desperate, heartfelt prayers for your children, grandchildren, and loved ones? They haven’t gone unheard. God sees. God knows. God cares. Keep standing in faith!

Let your vision be filled with answered prayers, loved ones coming home, and joy-filled celebrations. Because that’s what stars do -- they light up the sky, testifying to God’s infinite love and grace!

“And those who are wise shall shine like the brightness of the sky above; and those who turn many to righteousness, like the stars forever and ever.” (Daniel 12:3)

Oh yes, my dear—you are a star! Keep shining!

Taking the Time to Care

Sometimes, making a difference doesn’t require grand gestures or eloquent speeches. Sometimes, it’s as simple as taking the time to care.

A couple of days ago, I was blessed with two encounters that reminded me just how powerful a moment of kindness can be. The first was with my sweet niece who stopped by to catch up. As we chatted about her new job, family, and her excitement about finally getting her Texas license plate (she’s a Canadian with a green card!), I could see the joy in her eyes.

After an hour of sharing stories and laughter, I asked if I could pray for her. It wasn’t a long, drawn-out prayer -- just a simple expression of love and a heartfelt request for God’s blessing on her life.

A little later, I had a visit from a nurse from “House Call” -- a medical consultation at home. This young woman was full of energy and genuinely interested in my well-being. As she prepared to leave, I asked if I could pray for her. Once again, it wasn’t about long, poetic phrases. It was just a moment to thank God for her kindness and ask for His guidance and peace in her life.

You see, it doesn’t take much to introduce someone to THE ONE who truly cares. It doesn’t require a sermon or hours of preparation. It’s simply saying, “Can I pray for you?” and letting God do the rest. Sometimes, just knowing that someone cares enough to pray can make all the difference.

In a world filled with busyness and distractions, let’s take a moment to pause, notice those around us, and offer a prayer -- even if it’s short and sweet. You never know how much it might mean.

Sometimes, it’s the simplest acts of kindness that open the door to God’s grace and mercy.

Let’s be those people -- those who take the time to care.

Stolen Jewelry and a Stubbed Toe

It was a typical Wednesday at the Vincentian Family Center -- laughing with volunteers, helping shoppers find treasures, and watching joy unfold in unexpected places.

Whether someone came looking for a bargain or just curiosity brought them in, one thing was certain: needs were being met, and hearts were being lifted.

Where else can you find quality items at 50% off retail and still leave feeling rich in spirit?

But even in places of goodness -- where generosity and grace flow freely -- the enemy doesn’t take the day off.

I checked the earrings stand and found several empty earring tags – without the earrings placed there. In another area where hair clips and bandos are in plastic bags – we found the bags remaining but no contents. Stolen. Just like that. Ugh!

We’ll often go to the rest room and find old clothes on the floor. Old clothes were traded for new clothes.

A few hours later, my feet were aching, so I slipped off my shoes and into my open-toed slippers. Ahhh… comfort at last! That lasted five minutes. I stubbed my fourth toe so hard I thought it might need its own prayer chain. By the way – it’s still bruised!

Here’s the thing -- whether it’s stolen jewelry, stolen peace, or bruised toes (and pride) – we can often find ourselves limping. We know this. “The enemy comes to kill, steal, and destroy.” (John 10:10) He’ll use distraction, discomfort, even disappointment to chip away at our joy. He is such a loser!

Good News! Jesus doesn’t leave us in misery or forgotten or taken advantage of. He amps up the love and opens His arms to our embrace.

The last part of John 10:10 are Jesus’ words. He said, “I have come that they may have life (He means you and me), and have it more abundantly.”

Abundant life isn't the absence of loss or bruises -- it's the presence of Jesus in the middle of it.

It’s finding joy where we serve.
It’s watching someone’s eyes light up over a jacket they didn’t know they needed.
It’s volunteers giving joy freely to others and hearts being refilled as fast as the shelves.
Yes, there are days when toes ache and treasures go missing.
But even then -- we remember: “The enemy steals, but Jesus restores.”

And that abundant life? It’s not just promised. It’s happening -- one soul, one sale, one smile at a time.

Even in a thrift store aisle, His love shows up in the most ordinary moments and whispers, “You are part of My redemption story!”

Waiting -- Without Losing Heart

Our Women’s Bible Group speaker called it “The Distraction of Busyness.” But what she gave us was a deeply stirring message about waiting.

Waiting. That word alone can stir up a mixture of impatience, anxiety, and sometimes -- if we’re honest -- frustration.

She shared familiar Biblical names: Abraham and Sarah waiting for a promised child. Moses waiting 40 years on the backside of the desert. David anointed as king but waiting in caves and chaos until the crown was his.

And then there's us.

Waiting on red lights that seem to never turn green.
Waiting on doctors to call us in.
Waiting in the “quick” checkout line that turns into the slowest crawl of the day.

Whether it's traffic, test results, or life itself -- it’s clear: waiting is inevitable. So why are we shocked when waiting on God takes time, too?

Instead of making waiting our enemy – let’s give our angst and weariness to God because His timing is perfect.

Isaiah 40:31 says: “Those who wait on the Lord will renew their strength… they will run and not grow weary…”

Psalm 27:14 encourages us: “Wait for the Lord. Be strong. Let your heart take courage...”

But what do we do while we wait?

Our speaker didn’t leave us empty-handed. She handed us some tools for the in-between:
• Invite the Holy Spirit -- the Spirit of Truth -- into our restless moments.
• Lean into the Fruit of the Spirit: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self control.
• Worship God Who sees the end from the beginning and knows what’s best for us!

And when the weariness rises? We place our waiting -- all of it -- into the Spirit’s hands. We let Him hold us steady when we feel like our dreams are unraveling.

Because here’s the promise:
The wait will end.
And when it does, what unfolds will be far greater than what we rushed toward. Sometimes God’s answer is “yes,” sometimes “no,” and often, “hold on -- I’ve got a plan that will not disappoint.”

So, to every heart in the waiting room of life, don’t give up. Don’t go ahead of God. Wait well. Your story isn’t stuck – it’s being written!

Nestled in Loving Arms

At my beauty shop a few days ago -- I saw something that wrapped me in peace before I even had time to name it.

There I was, getting my hair cut -- snip, snip -- when I caught sight of another stylist two chairs down. Nothing out of the ordinary, until I saw who else was with her. A tiny baby girl, snuggled right up against her mama in a soft sling carrier, pressed close and still as could be. Not a peep. No fuss. Just peace. (Pictured here!)

That little one wasn’t worried about the scissors or the blow dryer or the conversations swirling around her. She was tucked in, safe and secure. Her mother worked with both hands, but her heart and body were holding her baby close. And that baby knew it.

I couldn’t help but think of Psalm 131:2: "Surely I have composed and quieted my soul; like a weaned child rests against his mother, my soul is like a weaned child within me."

What a picture that is! One of trust, stillness, and surrender. A child who knows he or she is held doesn’t need to understand all the noise and movement around theym -- they just need to know they're loved.

That’s what God offers us every day – if only we would nestle into His loving embrace and let the One Who is in control -- take care of the stuff coming at us.

There’s plenty that’s too big for me -- the state of the world, the future, the unknowns I can’t seem to fix. But here’s the beauty -- He never asked me to carry it. He’s the Parent. The Everlasting Arms. The One who says, “Come here, little one. I’ve got you.”

And so, today, won’t you join me in nestling in with our awesome and loving Father? Let’s give all the gnarly stuff to the One Who really is in control – and let Him run the universe.

Let’s nestle into His will, not wrestle with it. Let’s hand over the heavy stuff to Him. Let’s lean in and rest like that peaceful baby girl, safe in the arms of love.

That’s where I’m living – nestled – and oh how sweet it is!
How about you?

It's Not Over Till It's Over

Carl and I had front-row seats (well, sofa seats) for the Sweet Sixteen showdown: #3 Texas Tech Red Raiders vs. the #11 Arkansas Razorbacks. Now, I’m a faithful fan -- until I’m not.

From the git-go, it felt like David versus Goliath… except Goliath was wearing Razorback red, blocking every shot and grabbing every rebound. Behind our basket? A rowdy Razorback student section who screamed like banshees during every free throw. It worked. We couldn’t make most shots to save our season.

At halftime, we were only down by 5. But shortly into the second half, it ballooned to 16 points. I couldn’t take it anymore. I did what any “faith-filled, spiritual warrior” might do -- I gave up and went to bed. Ugh!

But not Carl. My steadfast man watched every heart-stopping minute. And wouldn’t you know it -- our Red Raiders mounted the second-largest comeback in Sweet 16 history and WON 85-83 in overtime! Hip! Hip! Hooray!

Let me tell you, the lesson hit hard. I quit too soon and missed the joy of the comeback.
How often do we do that in life?
In prayer?
In relationships?
In faith?
Galatians 6:9 gently reminds us: “Let us not grow weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.”

I love what Coach Grant McCasland said in the huddle: “We're gonna find a way to win no matter how much we are down.” That’s exactly what God tells us through His Spirit. Don’t go by what you see. Don’t give up too soon. Stay in the game. Victory might be seconds away.

So, if you’re facing your own version of a scoreboard that screams defeat, hang in there. You just might be one rally away from breakthrough.

And me? Next time, I’m staying up. Pillow or no pillow. AND, actually, I did win – I had the inspiration for today’s blog! I hear God saying: “You’re welcome!”
Let’s pray:
Lord, when the game feels lost and life feels too hard, whisper to our hearts, “Stay with Me. I’ve already won.” Strengthen our faith when we’re tempted to quit. Help us trust that even when we’re behind, You’re still coaching us toward victory. Thank You for being the God of comebacks. In Jesus’ name, amen.”

The Trade of a Lifetime

In 1920, the Boston Red Sox made one of the most infamous trades in baseball history. They sent Babe Ruth to the New York Yankees. (Big oopsie!) For the next 12 seasons, Ruth hit more home runs than the entire Red Sox team... 10 times. That decision went down as one of the most regrettable moves in sports history.

Now, most of us aren’t swinging bats or signing major league contracts, but we’ve all had moments where we felt traded away or passed over, let go or left out. Maybe it was a job loss. Maybe someone walked out on us. Maybe we were the one who gave up too soon.

It hit me -- some of life’s biggest disappointments become the very things God uses to launch us into our best seasons. I remember times I felt dismissed or misunderstood. Times I cried, questioned, and couldn’t see the bigger picture. But now? I look back and realize those “losses” were actually divine redirects.

And oh, how many of us can say “thank God for unanswered prayers”, as Garth Brooks sang so beautifully. That “dream job” that didn't call you back? Turns out they went bankrupt. That relationship you were heartbroken over? You dodged a lifetime subscription to drama. That argument that ended a friendship? It made space for people who truly get you.

Sometimes it takes losing what we thought we wanted to receive what God really had in mind.

Dear friends, life isn’t random. It’s redemptive. Romans 8:28 says, “All things work together for good to those who love God…” And I believe that includes bad trades, broken dreams, and even botched plans.

So, if today finds you staring at a closed door, rejected offer, or a rerouted life plan -- don’t despair. Hold on. God might just be writing your Yankees chapter -- where you hit it out of the park in ways you never imagined.

He’s not punishing you. He’s positioning you.
And that, my friends, is the trade of a lifetime.

Standing Up Without Shouting Down

Politics. Social media. Even church parking lots. Tensions are performing at Olympic level these days -- and not always with grace or sportsmanship.

But Jesus wasn’t vague when He said, “Stand up for me against world opinion and I’ll stand up for you before my Father in heaven” (Matthew 10:32, MSG Bible). That’s not just a call -- it’s a commissioning.

Honestly, I’m doing my best to be a steadfast believer in God and His plans for our country and this world -- but I’ll admit, the constant negativity and noisy rhetoric wear me down.

Some days, I find myself slipping into whining and lamenting more than I’d like to admit. So, how do we stand up without standing on people? It starts with what we’re standing on.

Unfortunately, a national survey showed that while 62% of Americans claim to be “deeply spiritual,” only 16% base their decisions on what God’s Word says. The rest? “Whatever feels right,” “whatever’s best for me,” or “whatever keeps Uncle Milton from starting another political debate.”

But when we let Scripture shape our worldview, something changes. We become steady in chaos, kind in conflict, hopeful when others are hardened. We don’t bury our heads or start arguments -- we live out truth with grace, courage, and holy confidence.

AND….we pray. God’s Word always triumphs meanness, unkindness, nasty rhetoric and hate-filled agendas. Let’s choose God’s ways and be THE LIGHT that this world needs. Let’s be God’s people who do this:

"If My people who are called by My name will humble themselves, and pray and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land." 2 Chronicles 7:14

This kind of courage isn’t loud or angry. It’s rooted. It doesn't run. It stands -- firm, yet gentle and kind and full of light.

So, whether it’s politics, relationships, or whatever the news cycle throws next -- stand on truth. Stand with love. And most of all, stand up for Jesus -- because He’s standing up for you and me.

Love Is Patient – Even When We Aren’t

 

Love Is Patient – Even When We Aren’t
Carl and I don’t have a drama-filled marriage. We’re grateful for that. But like every couple, we’ve had moments where patience was tested and grace had to be chosen on purpose. The beautiful thing? We’ve learned how to navigate those moments with love that listens, holds back words when needed, and always leans into peace. Real love isn’t about perfection -- it’s about the willingness to grow together, gently and faithfully.

Love, -- real love, does the work. Of course I’m talking about the real work in us Who comes through the real Worker/Referee in our marriage Who is God, Himself. He always reckons with us in patience and love.

Recently, I spotted a little table plaque that now sits front and center on our coffee table -- right where we have our morning devotions together. Big bold letters read:
LOVE IS PATIENT
…and then it continues, “and kind. Love never gives up. Never loses faith. Is always hopeful and endures through every circumstance. Three things will last forever -- faith, hope, and love -- and the greatest of these is love.” (1 Corinthians 13:4, 7, 13)

It’s more than a table decoration -- it’s a daily reminder of how God loves us and how He invites us to be more like Him in loving others.

Our favorite time of day is our morning devotions together. It’s rare that any disagreement dares to show up when we’re sitting with the Prince of Peace. Those sacred moments become our healing ground.

God is the third person in our triangle, and somehow, He always levels the playing field. He reminds us: “It’s not about who wins the argument but who chooses love.”

Isn’t that what patience is? Choosing love before we choose words. Choosing peace before we choose to pout.

I think back to when I played referee between my kids. Victory wasn’t in the punishment -- it was in the apology, the hug, the healing. And now, as grown-ups, we are learning to let God be the Referee. He’s always fair. Always loving. Always right.

To every couple, every friend, every sibling -- when tensions rise, pause and let LOVE Himself settle it. Patience is never weakness -- it’s strength wrapped in grace.

Love never gives up. And that, dear friends, is worth holding onto and living every day! By the way, I LOVE YOU and YOU and YOU!

 

 

Faith Footprints
I was thinking the other day about what kind of faith footprints am I leaving behind? Not my shoe size (though that’s been the same since 9th grade), but the kind that make an eternal difference.

We spend so much time tracking steps on our fitness watches, trying to hit that 10,000 mark like our life depends on it. But what about the steps we’re taking in faith? The ones that leave an impression on someone else's heart? The kind that, long after we're gone, still whisper, “This way -- follow Jesus.”

Now, I know what you're thinking: "But I'm just one ordinary person, how big can my footprint really be?" Oh friend, God specializes in using the ordinary.

Sam Walton was a poor farm boy before he built Walmart. Oprah? Born into poverty and found her purpose on a local radio station. King David was just a shepherd -- he smelled like sheep and still took down a giant. And Jesus? A carpenter with calloused hands and a heart full of heaven.

So yes, God has a thing for humble beginnings.

You and I? We’re not here by accident. Our background, our mess-ups, even the coffee-stained journals we scribble prayers into --they all weave into a greater story. We're here to leave behind something worth following. A trail of hope. A path of peace. A footprint of faith.

And when the journey gets hard -- and it will -- there will be times when our footprints disappear altogether. Not because we gave up, but because He carried us. Just like that beloved poem: the single set of prints in the sand wasn’t a sign of weakness, but a beautiful reminder of Jesus’ strength carrying us.

So I’m determined to leave behind the biggest faith footprints I can. Not with power, popularity, or platform -- but with kindness, courage, forgiveness, love and being an encourager as much as I can!

Someone’s walking behind you.

Let them find Jesus in your steps -- and know He’ll carry them, too.

When Rock Bottom Turns Out to Be Solid Ground

They say when you hit rock bottom, there's nowhere to go but up. But what if I told you that rock bottom isn’t the end -- it’s the beginning?

At a recent Spring Event at my church, I heard the speaker share her story -- father walked out, heart broken and many other issues to deal with. Her life was a tangle of disappointments and detours. But what she said next gave me holy goosebumps: “When you hit rock bottom, it’s good news -- that’s where you find the solid Rock of Jesus.”

Whew. Isn’t that the truth?

Some of us have fallen so hard we’ve bounced. We’ve crawled through heartache, betrayal, financial messes, family conflict, and the kind of pain nobody posts about. But if we land on Jesus, we haven’t fallen -- we’ve found our footing.

He is the firm foundation (1 Corinthians 3:11). The Rock that won’t move, even when life shakes and breaks. And while others may walk away, Jesus walks in, scooping us up with nail-scarred hands and saying, “Let’s rebuild.”

Yes, it takes time. And no, it’s not always pretty. But God’s specialty is construction -- especially from the rubble. He’s the Master at turning messes into messages, and disasters into testimonies.

And here’s the kicker: rock bottom comes with benefits. We get a fresh start. We lose the things that don’t matter. And we gain what does -- a Savior who holds steady when everything else collapses.

So if you’re there -- face pressed against the dirt, breath knocked out of you -- don’t panic. Look around. Listen for His whisper. That hardness beneath you? That’s not just rock that is THE ROCK!

And that, my friends, is where rebuilding begins! Standing in agreement for you to find your footing in Jesus our Rock and our Foundation!

What's Your Sweet Spot?

I’m dragging out my imaginary pulpit today -- just a little nudge for anyone needing a soul boost. Whether you stop by my blog daily or drop in when your heart needs a lift -- this one’s for you.

If I were an athlete -- and life sometimes feels like a daily match --I’d be aiming to hit the ball right in the sweet spot. Tennis racket, baseball bat, or even a pickleball paddle -- there’s that precise place where contact feels effortless, powerful, and smooth. The moment the ball hits that spot, you know something good is about to happen.

Psalm 31:24 says, “Be strong, and let your heart take courage, all you who wait for the Lord.” It doesn’t say have courage -- it says take it. Like your morning vitamins or your blood pressure meds. TAKE Christ. TAKE courage. TAKE a deep breath and keep company with the One who makes you brave.

That’s the sweet spot -- not just in sports, but in life. For me, it’s my Peace Zone (yes, it’s real… MyPeaceZone.com). It’s not always a physical place. Sometimes it’s a moment, a breath, a season of holding the Hope-Giver’s hand while everything else swirls around us.

One day we’re swinging strong, faith full, joy rising. The next? We’re missing the mark, barely holding on, wondering if we’re even in the game.

But let's hold on, dear friends.

When the road stretches long and rest stops are scarce, that’s when we step into the Sweet Spot. Not to quit -- but to recalibrate. To let God fill what’s empty and speak peace to our storm.

The middle places -- the waiting, the wondering -- can feel like no-man’s land. But they’re holy ground when Jesus is near. And He is near.

So if today feels like a fumble or a strikeout, don’t lose heart. You may be one swing away from breakthrough. TAKE courage. Grip the paddle. And swing from the sweet spot of grace. We've got this!

I love you dearly, my sweet and faithful friends!

Got Spring in Your Steps?

Happy Spring! We decided to venture out into the great “known” – to the walking path around our community. A friend had posted: “We have bluebonnets right here at home!” And lo and behold – she was right.

Now, was it a full-on Texas bluebonnet explosion? No. But was it enough to make us shout “Hallelujah, Spring is here!”? Absolutely! And if that wasn’t enough, the redbud trees were showing off too, budding with new life!

Spring is a season that knows how to make an entrance -- bold, beautiful, and bursting with energy. And I realized, it’s time to take a cue from creation and get a little spring in my steps!

That phrase -- spring in our step -- means we’re walking lighter, feeling lifted, like a weight has been taken off our shoulders. Ever been bogged down by worries, only to get good news that makes you feel like you could skip down the street? That’s springing! And if there’s ever a time to embrace that feeling, it’s now.

Spring is God’s way of reminding us that new life isn’t just for the flowers -- it’s for us too. The world comes alive in color, the air feels fresher, and Easter arrives to declare the greatest renewal of all: Christ lives! If that doesn’t put a bounce in our steps, what will?

"See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland." – Isaiah 43:19

And here’s the best part -- when we walk with a spring in our step, it’s contagious. Our joy, our gratitude, our excitement for life -- it spills over onto others. Like the birds that wake up singing, we too should have a song of praise on our lips and a heart full of thanksgiving.

So, let’s walk with complete assurance that we know and are known by the Creator of Springtime Himself. And really mean it! Let’s be people who exude God’s love, joy, and renewal with every step. Because He made us with built-in springs -- not just for walking, but for rebounding in faith, hope, and love every single day.

So let's take that first step, add that bounce, and let’s spring forward in faith and joy for wonderful Spring! 🌸

Can We Be Cornerstones?

I did a search through my 4,072 blogs, and not once have I written about a cornerstone -- so it's about time I did!

The cornerstone is the first stone laid, the foundation upon which everything else rests. It’s more than just a building block -- it’s the anchor, the standard, the strength that holds everything in place.

In Matthew 21:42, we read "The stone that the builders rejected has become the cornerstone. Throughout salvation history, many “stones” have been rejected, only to become trusted and beloved “cornerstones” in their own right.

No wonder Jesus is called the chief cornerstone (Ephesians 2:20). He is our unshakable foundation, the One who holds our faith, our families, and our very lives together. But what about you and me? Have we ever thought of ourselves as cornerstones?

Remember Joseph and his brothers who rejected him and sold him into slavery? (Genesis 37:23-28). But Joseph’s humility and his willingness to rely on God allowed him to rise above his difficult situation and become the cornerstone to save his family and all of Egypt from famine.

Because he preached the gospel in a pagan land, St. Patrick was rejected and opposed by tribal chieftains in Ireland. But he relied on God, and so he was able to devote his life to joyfully spreading the good news. His humility and love for God helped Patrick to become a cornerstone for the Church in Ireland.

For Joseph and Patrick, it wasn’t the rejection that was crucial, but their humility and steadfastness. That’s what enabled God to turn them into cornerstones of faith and witnesses to the gospel.

Are we ready to become a cornerstone? Maybe we think that God can’t use us because we’re not good enough, smart enough, or rich enough. But we don’t need to be powerful or brave to serve God.

We don’t need to be famous. We only need to be teachable and eager. God can use us -- and he wants to! If we are faithful in little things, then He will give us opportunities to have more of an influence each day.

What are the little things that we can do to be a cornerstone? Maybe it’s showing kindness to our family, forgiving a friend who has slighted us, or showing charity to someone in need.

Let's set our minds on serving God today -- and then let's watch for the opportunities -- little or big -- that He will send our way!

Use us, Lord. Please make us cornerstones like You -- rock-solid, willing, faith-filled and unshakeable!

Expecting the Hilton, Getting the Wilderness

A few months ago, Carl won a silent auction prize -- three days and two nights at Lake Bastrop South Shore. Sounded wonderful! We imagined a cozy little cabin, a warm cup of coffee in the morning while gazing at the lake, and all the comforts of home wrapped in a nature-filled getaway.

Thankfully, Carl had the good sense to call ahead. That’s when we learned a small but significant detail: the cabin had no bathroom. Instead, the fine folks at the park assured us that the communal showers and restrooms were “nearby.” Now, I don’t know about you, but my idea of nearby does not involve putting on shoes and grabbing a flashlight at 2 a.m.

Still, we pressed on, adventurous spirits that we are. After all, the drive was only an hour, and maybe -- just maybe -- the beauty of the place would make up for the lack of…indoor plumbing.

We arrived at the camp store, received our key, and took in the gorgeous setting -- towering pine trees, the shimmering lake, a peaceful, tucked-away haven. We can do this, we thought.

Then, we opened the cabin door.

One room. Two bunk beds. No bathroom. No kitchen. No chairs. No sheets. Not even a microwave to heat up a cup of something comforting.

We looked at each other. We looked at the cabin. We looked at the long, dark walk to the “nearby” bathroom.

And then we took a nice, long hike -- right back to our car.

Instead of roughing it, we found ourselves in the charming town of Bastrop, dining at Wanda’s Café, surrounded by Lucille Ball memorabilia and the nostalgic glow of the 40s, 50s, and 60s. And you know what? It was delightful.

Sometimes, life doesn’t unfold the way we planned. We expect the Hilton and get the wilderness. But even in those moments, God reminds us to embrace the unexpected. The beauty of the trees, the laughter at our own missteps, the joy of a simple meal in a small town -- those are His gifts, too.

As Proverbs 16:9 says, “We can make our plans, but the Lord determines our steps.” Even if those steps lead us out of a cabin and straight to a plate of comfort food!

And in all things, give thanks (1 Thessalonians 5:18) -- even for a getaway that turned into a getaway from the getaway.

Thank God for a Safe Return

I was a young mom in 1969, sitting in front of our black-and-white TV, completely in awe as Neil Armstrong stepped onto the moon. "One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind." I still remember the goosebumps. It was a moment that made us believe anything was possible.

Yesterday, I felt that same sense of awe all over again as I watched NASA astronauts Sunita "Suni" Williams and Barry "Butch" Wilmore return home after an unexpected nine-month stay aboard the International Space Station (ISS).

Their mission was supposed to be just over a week, but complications with Boeing's Starliner spacecraft left them stranded far beyond their intended stay. Yet, through grit and grace, they pressed on, contributing to research, maintaining the station, and waiting patiently for their way home.

Their extended time in space took a toll—muscle atrophy, bone density loss, and other challenges. Yet, they endured. I can’t imagine the emotions they felt as they strapped into the SpaceX Dragon capsule, knowing they were finally heading home.

Thanks to the collaboration between NASA and Elon Musk’s SpaceX, a rescue mission was made possible -- an effort that wouldn’t have been likely without President Trump’s early support of commercial space partnerships.

While politics often divide us, moments like this remind us that unity and innovation can bring people together for something greater than ourselves.

At 5:57 p.m. ET, their spacecraft splashed down off the coast of Florida. A mission accomplished. A safe return. A long-awaited homecoming.

I couldn't help but think of Jesus’ words in the parable of the lost sheep -- how the shepherd leaves the ninety-nine to find the one. The world watched, and the mission succeeded because people cared enough to bring them home.

Aw, home! That word just tugs at my heart. As Isaiah 40:31 says, "But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not faint."

May we all face our own unexpected delays with the same courage. Because one day, after all the waiting, the trials, and the perseverance, we too will find ourselves safely home.

Grace and a Wretch Like Me

We’ve all sung the song -- probably with a lump in our throats: "Amazing grace! How sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me!"

"A Wretch?? That's not me," I thought. Seriously. For the longest time, my desires were not to need amazing grace because I was already a "goody-two-shoes". Ugh!

Oh, how I tried. I thought if I could just be good enough, work hard enough, pray enough, serve enough, I could somehow avoid being the broken, messy, grace-needing human that I actually was. Maybe if I was "amazing" enough, I could sidestep needing to be rescued altogether.

Then one day, I came face to face with the truth: no amount of amazing could save me -- only grace could do that.

Paul said it best in 2 Corinthians 12:9: "But God said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.”

Did you catch that? Boast in weakness?! That goes against everything we've been taught!

But look at the stories throughout Scripture -- Abraham and Sarah, Moses and Pharaoh, the parting of the Red Sea, the virgin birth, the cross and resurrection. God has never needed amazing people --He’s always chosen the weak, the weary, and the wretches so His power can shine through.

And yet, even knowing all this, I still find myself trying to be my own hero! I still get caught up in the pressure to perform, to prove, to strive.

But here’s the good news: God’s grace is more than enough. When we finally stop trying to be our own savior, we find that the real Savior has been waiting all along.

So if you’re exhausted from trying to hold it all together, let me tell you what I tell myself daily: "Lay it down. You don’t have to be amazing. His grace is sufficient."

And that, my friend, is the best news of all.

Lord, still my striving and replace it with wonder at Your power. Your grace is enough. Amen.

St. Patrick Knew Whose He Was

Happy St. Patrick’s Day! Like so many other sacred days, this one has been "watered... er, beered down" into a raucous celebration that has little to do with the man it honors. But if you strip away the green beer, the leprechauns, and the shamrocks plastered on pub walls, you’ll find a story worth remembering -- a true story of faith, perseverance, and an unshakable trust in God.

St. Patrick wasn’t even Irish. Born in Britain around AD 389, his life took a dramatic turn when, at 16, he was kidnapped by Irish raiders and sold into slavery. For six years, he endured harsh conditions, tending sheep in a foreign land. But instead of allowing bitterness to consume him, he turned to prayer. He found solace and strength in the Lord. Then, miraculously, he escaped and returned home.

But freedom didn’t erase his burden. The very land that enslaved him now burned in his heart -- not for revenge, but for redemption. Patrick answered God’s call, returning to Ireland as a missionary. Over the next 40 years, he planted over 200 churches and led more than 100,000 souls to Christ. He knew the power of transformation because he had lived it. What the enemy meant for evil, God turned for good (Genesis 50:20).

One of the most powerful symbols tied to St. Patrick is the shamrock. He used its three leaves to explain the mystery of the Trinity -- the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Not three gods, but One. Not separate, but united. A perfect picture of divine relationship and love.

St. Patrick knew Whose he was. His prayer, often called St. Patrick’s Breastplate, reveals a man utterly consumed by God:

"I arise today through God's strength to pilot me, God's might to uphold me,
God's wisdom to guide me, God's eye to look before me,
God's ear to hear me, God's word to speak for me, God's hand to guard me.
Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ in me..."

He didn’t find his identity in his past, his hardships, or even his great mission. He found it in Christ alone.

And that’s the real takeaway for us today. Maybe your world has been shaken -- a broken dream, a crumbling marriage, an unexpected diagnosis. Maybe you’re standing in the wreckage of something you thought God had planned for you.

In those moments, we must anchor ourselves in our identity in Christ. When everything shifts, He does not. Looks fade, jobs disappear, bank accounts rise and fall, and people come and go—but God remains. We are His. We belong to the King.

Psalm 16:8 declares, “I have set the LORD continually before me; because He is at my right hand, I will not be shaken.”

St. Patrick clung to that truth, and so can we. His life was marked by hardship, yet he trusted that God had a greater purpose. He walked into the unknown with boldness, believing that the One who called him would be faithful.

So today, wear your green, enjoy the celebrations, but remember -- this isn’t just a party day. It’s a day to honor a man who knew Whose he was. And when we know Whose we are, it changes everything.

In a Moment, In the Twinkling of an Eye

Last Wednesday night, my husband's beloved Texas Tech University in Lubbock, Texas, had quite the explosion on campus that set off fires and power outages leading school officials to issue evacuation orders for several buildings and cancel classes for the rest of the week.

Texas Tech University was rocked by an explosion, fire, green smoke coming from a manhole, destruction, darkness -- one moment, life was normal; the next, chaos. Students evacuated, buildings shut down, and the reality set in: things can change in an instant.

It got me thinking.

We live as though we have all the time in the world. We make plans, set goals, chase dreams, and assume tomorrow is guaranteed. But what if it’s not? What if, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, everything changed?

The Bible warns us: “It is appointed for man to die once, and after that comes judgment.” (Hebrews 9:27) Some believe that when life is over, it’s just over. No afterlife. No eternity. No reckoning.

Oh, contraire!

For those in Christ, the end of this life is just the beginning -- an eternity with our Savior, free from pain, fear, and darkness. No flames. No destruction. No power outages. Just light, joy, and everlasting peace in His presence. But for those who reject Him? There’s another fire. One that doesn’t flicker out.

I say this not to scare, but to wake up those who’ve put off deciding about Jesus. The Bible makes it clear: “Every knee will bow, and every tongue will confess that Jesus Christ is Lord” (Philippians 2:10-11). The question isn’t if -- it’s when.

Some live by the motto, “Might as well enjoy every bit of life now, because when it’s over, it’s over.” But that’s a dangerous gamble. Because eternity is real. Heaven is real. Hell is real. And our choices today determine our forever.

So, I ask you, my beloved family and friends—what are you waiting for? Jesus isn’t a myth. He’s the King of Kings, the soon-coming Redeemer. His invitation is open, but one day, the door will close.

Don’t wait until the fire falls. Choose Christ now. While there is still time.

Because when that moment comes -- when that twinkling of an eye arrives -- I want to see you standing with me, rejoicing in His glorious presence.

No regrets. No fear. Just eternity with the One who loves you most.

Are you ready?

Taxes, Tension, and Trusting God

Few things in life are certain, but as the saying goes -- death and taxes make the short list. And while I prefer to focus on the eternal, that other one requires paperwork.

Carl and I just wrapped up our income tax prep, and let me tell you -- it feels like we lost 10 pounds without dieting! While Carl, my easy-going husband, takes a “no worries” approach, I, on the other hand, was on a mission. Determined. Focused. Ready to get ‘er done!

And we did. Well, mostly. Right up until my printer decided to take an untimely sabbatical. Suddenly, our smooth process turned into a waiting game with technology. Our printer guy came to the rescue -- an hour and a half later. (It was at this point I reminded myself that the Lord is growing patience in me. I just wish it wouldn’t require so many practice sessions!)

The funny thing? We weren’t actually in a rush. We’re way ahead of the April 15th deadline. But there’s something about unfinished tasks that weighs on the mind. And taxes? Oh, they know how to stir up some stress!

If you’re staring down your tax forms like David facing Goliath, let me offer some encouragement:

God gives peace, even when things feel overwhelming. “Cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you.” (1 Peter 5:7)

He provides wisdom for every decision -- even itemized deductions! “If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously.” (James 1:5)

God is in control. Even of paperwork. “Trust in the Lord with all your heart… and He will make your paths straight.” (Proverbs 3:5-6)

Here’s the truth: God’s got this. The tax process, the deadlines, the printer mishaps, the math that doesn’t make sense -- it’s all under His care. And when we hand over our worries (along with our W-2s), He replaces our stress with peace.

So, to my friends who are still staring at their tax forms with dread -- take a deep breath. You’ll get through this. And when you do? That sigh of relief will feel almost as good as taking off a pair of tight shoes after a long day!"

Now, if only there were refunds on stress!

God Is Still Writing Our Story

Ever read a book and wish you could skip a few chapters? Maybe the tension is too high, the plot twist too painful, or the ending feels uncertain. But here’s the thing -- if we skip the hard parts, we miss the redemption, the restoration, the beauty that comes when the Author ties it all together.

Here's the good news -- God is still writing our stories.

Philippians 1:6 reminds us that "God, who began a good work in you, will continue it until the day Christ returns." That means He’s not done with us yet. No matter how messy, complicated, or confusing our life feels right now, the pen is still in His hands.

I don’t know what you’re facing as you read this. Maybe life feels like a beautifully wrapped gift, or maybe it’s one of those “return to sender” times. This I know: God is faithful. Always. Even when we don’t understand the plot.

Here are a few things I’m learning in this chapter of life:

God holds us—and all our missing pieces.
(Isaiah 41:10)

Life may feel out of control, but it never is. God’s got us.
(Colossians 1:17)

Even in the mess, God is at work. He’s the Master at turning “messes up” into miracles.
(Psalm 51:17)

When God seems silent, He’s still present. Our pain is not wasted. (Matthew 28:20)

I’ll admit, I’ve tried editing a few chapters of my life -- handing God my red pen with a “let’s cut that part, okay?” But God, in His wisdom, sees the whole story. And He promises that the ending is heavenly orchestrated.

So let's take heart. We are not forgotten. We are not overlooked. Our past does not define us. You and I are children of the King, and our story is being written by the One who never makes mistakes.

Romans 8:38-39 reminds us that "Nothing can separate us from God’s love." Not our failures, not our fears, not even our worst chapters.

So today, whatever part of the story you’re in, hold on to the Author. Because He’s holding on to you. And the best part?

The final chapter is already written -- beautiful, and full of His glory. 

Sunshine and Rain

“Bad things happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have -- life itself.”

-- Walter Anderson

And to that, I say a hearty "Amen!"

I tucked that quote away in a Word document years ago, thinking, One day, I’ll write a blog about it. Well, one day has arrived.

I love to write about the sheer joy of loving and delighting in God, fully expecting readers to shout, Yes and amen! But then I realized -- what about those who have delighted in God, yet their prayers seem to bounce off the ceiling? They’re struggling, wondering if God is even paying attention.

I get it.

When I talk about blessings, I could make it sound like I just woke up one morning to success, as if it had been dropped off by Amazon Prime overnight. But trust me, that was one long night!

For all of us -- our journeys of faith are often filled with grueling hours, impossible challenges, and moments where tomorrow feels like a million years away. Yet through it all, if we keep our resilience, determination, and faith foremost -- we will reach our goals.

Life is like that. Some days, we're dancing on sunshine, and even the traffic lights seem to be in agreement with our joy. Other days? Storm clouds roll in, the downpour is relentless, and we're convinced our umbrella has a hole in it.

Country singer Lynn Anderson sang it and I think God must be saying it:

"I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden. Along with the sunshine, there’s gotta be a little rain sometime."

But what her song didn’t tell, but Paul the Apostle did. God never leaves us out in the rain alone. In Romans 5:3-5, he reminds us that suffering produces endurance, endurance builds character, and character leads to hope -- and hope does not disappoint.

So yes, the rains do come......and go! And with God, the rains won’t drown us -- they will grow us. One day, we’ll step out of the storm and into His sunshine, singing at the top of our lungs, "I’m walking on sunshine… and don’t it feel good!"

Got Satisfaction?

Satisfaction. We all crave it. A full belly after a good meal. A restful night’s sleep. A paycheck that actually covers the bills. A “Well done!” from the boss. A spouse who meets our every need (okay, let's get real -- only God can do that)!

Remember that old Rolling Stones song: “I can’t get no satisfaction”? Turns out Mick Jagger wasn’t alone. People everywhere are searching for something -- anything -- to fill that inner void. They chase after dream jobs, dream homes, dream relationships, convinced that this will be the thing that finally makes them whole. But more often than not, the dream turns into another exhausting chase.

The Psalmist had a different take: “O satisfy us in the morning with Your lovingkindness, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.” (Psalm 90:14)

Now that’s what I call true satisfaction!

Take Howard Hughes, for example. At 45, he had it all -- billions in the bank, Hollywood’s finest on his arm, and private jets whisking him away to wherever he pleased. But by 65? He was a recluse, holed up in dark hotel rooms, his body frail, his mind tormented, his heart empty. All that wealth, and yet no joy. No peace. No satisfaction.

That’s the danger of looking for fulfillment in things that were never meant to satisfy us. When God is left out of the equation, life can be hollow -- no matter how much we pile into it.

Jesus flipped the script in Matthew 5:6: “Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.” Not might be satisfied. Shall be. That’s a guarantee, backed by the only One who never breaks a promise.

The world will try to sell us satisfaction in a hundred different ways. Satan will whisper, Just do what makes you happy! Even our own minds will tell us, If I just had ______, then I’d be content. But the only real and lasting satisfaction comes from being filled by the One who created us.

Have you ever met someone who radiates true contentment? The kind of person who isn’t chasing the next big thing but instead overflows with peace and joy? That’s someone who’s been filled --not by wealth, status, or circumstances -- but by Christ Himself.

And when He is our satisfier? Everything else falls right into place.

Love Stories and the Greatest Love of All

Here I go again -- another love story unfolding in our family!

Last month, on Valentine’s Day, my fourth grandson, Brennan, proposed to his sweetheart, Kylie, marking the start of a beautiful new chapter. And just three weeks later, on March 8th, my only granddaughter, Alexia, said "yes" to her sweetheart, Winston.

And just like that, life keeps moving. One moment, they’re children playing in the backyard; the next, they’re stepping into forever with the ones they love. I’m so grateful for these joys, these new beginnings, these answered prayers.

Winston planned his proposal with stealth and intention -- inviting Alexia on a hike, something they’ve always loved to do together. There’s nothing quite like the Tennessee mountains and valleys, where the sky stretches wide, and the world feels hushed beneath God’s handiwork.

That evening, they face-timed us, with smiles as wide as the horizon behind them. But truth be told, we weren’t surprised. We already loved Winston from the first time we met him last Thanksgiving. He was already part of the family in our hearts.

Now, with two engagements in the family, we’re watching love unfold right before our eyes -- two young couples stepping into their futures, full of expectation, dreams, and the joy of what’s to come.

But even as we celebrate these earthly love stories, I can’t help but be reminded of the greatest love story of all -- Christ’s love for His bride.

Just as a bride waits for her groom, we, as the Church, are waiting for ours -- Jesus, our Bridegroom. Scripture tells us, “For your Maker is your husband -- the Lord Almighty is His name” (Isaiah 54:5). One day, there will be a heavenly wedding feast, and we, His beloved, will be gathered with Him for eternity.

Earthly love is a beautiful gift, but no love compares to the relentless, redeeming, and everlasting love of Jesus. And that, my friends, is the love that truly lasts forever.