Living in God’s Presence -- Wherever We Are

 

There is something deeply moving about stepping into a great cathedral.

The heavy wooden doors open. Sunlight filters through stained glass. Whispered prayers seem to linger in the air. For a moment, our hearts instinctively wants to say, “Surely the Lord is in this place.”

That is exactly how we felt in Cork, Ireland -- yesterday!
We walked more than 15,000 steps -- yes, our feet are officially requesting a sabbatical!

We wandered through charming streets, explored bustling markets, and discovered a delightful second-hand shop benefiting the Irish Cancer Society! And that's where I found a beautiful baby-blue sweater for a bargain. Nothing thrills a bargain hunter quite like finding treasure for the price of a cup of coffee!

But my favorite treasures of all the journeys yesterday -- were the churches.

I never tire of entering those sacred spaces where generations have lifted their voices in praise. Gothic arches stretch heavenward. Candles flicker. Stone walls silently testify to the faithfulness of God.

Why so Gothic? Many churches are Gothic because the style was intentionally developed during the Middle Ages to represent divinity, light, and heavenly ascension. Later, it became the dominant choice for church construction due to its symbolic power and structural innovations.

The style flourished from the 12th to the 16th century, and was revived in the 19th century, resulting in a lasting visual legacy for Christian architecture.

And, here is the wonderful truth: we do not have to be inside a cathedral or church or auditorium -- to experience God’s presence.

He is with us in the market and on the sidewalk.
He is with us when our legs ache and our cameras are full.
He is with us when we find a sweater and when we lose our way.
He is with us wherever we are.

“The Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” — Joshua 1:9

The same God who inhabits magnificent cathedrals also dwells in the hearts of His people.

So whether we are standing beneath towering stained glass windows, strolling through a crowded city, or sitting quietly at home with our morning coffee, we can whisper, “How beautiful it is to be in God’s presence.”

And He will whisper back, “I am right here.”
That is the greatest treasure of all. 💙🙏🇮🇪

The Boy Who Came Back

And, I'm so glad he did.
Some dreams take years to unfold.

For as long as I can remember, I have loved the story of Saint Patrick. Every March, my front door becomes a little tribute to his remarkable life -- with a shamrock wreath, his Breastplate Prayer, and a small statue that reminds me that one life surrendered to God can change a nation.

So when Carl and I stepped off our ship in Dún Laoghaire, Ireland and traveled into Dublin, Ireland, my heart was as giddy as a child on Christmas morning.

Our tour included going to the gorgeous St. Patrick's Cathedral. I read this -- the Cathedral is a House of Prayer for all nations. It is a place where history is alive and tradition breathes, where lives are remembered and transformed, and where all are welcome to experience and explore the loving presence of God.

Patrick's Story: Patrick was only sixteen when pirates captured him and carried him to Ireland as a slave. Alone and afraid, he tended sheep in the fields. Yet in the middle of his hardship, he discovered the presence of God. The boy who arrived in chains found freedom in Christ.

Years later, after escaping and returning home, Patrick heard God whisper an astonishing assignment: “Go back.”
Go back to the place of your pain.
Go back to the people who once enslaved you.
Go back and tell them about My love.
And he did.

Armed with faith, Patrick traveled across Ireland sharing the Gospel. Tradition says he used the humble shamrock to explain the Trinity -- Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Three leaves, one stem. Three persons, one God.

Our guide told us this is usually rainy season in Ireland, which explains the rolling emerald hills. But on the very day we arrived, the sun shone brightly, as if heaven pulled back the clouds and smiled.

Dreams really do come true.

A story heard long ago became a sacred moment standing on Irish soil. And Patrick’s life still speaks to us today: God can redeem our wounds, send us back stronger, and use our story to bring hope to others.

What the enemy meant for harm, God can turn into a testimony of grace. ☘️

The Gift of a Mother’s Love

Happy Mother’s Day -- from the Irish Sea!

Today Carl and I are sailing between Ireland and the United Kingdom, and by the time you read this, we’ll be in Liverpool — home of The Beatles.

Can you imagine the pride of those Liverpool mothers hearing their boys on the radio for the first time?" John, Paul, George, and Ringo — don’t forget your jackets!”

As I gaze across these deep blue waters, my heart is overflowing with gratitude for my grandmother, my mother, my children, Ryan and Staci, and the grandchildren and bonus family (Carl's crew) God has so generously given me.

Earlier on this trip, we stood in line for a bus tour in Stornoway, Scotland. That's when we noticed a tender scene. A devoted son was gently pushing his mother in a wheelchair. He told us, with a smile, “I take my mother on a cruise every year.”

My heart melted.

I thought of my own children, who wrapped me in love after my first husband went to heaven. They checked on me, included me, and reminded me that I was never alone.

“Their children arise and call them blessed.” (Proverbs 31:28) And that is so true -- coming from my children!

Motherhood is more than biology. It is love in work clothes. It is prayer at midnight, hugs in hard times, casseroles, pep talks, and the ability to find things no one else can locate.

And if you’ve never had children, but you nurture, encourage, and love others, you carry a mother’s heart.

As Jesus hung on the cross, He entrusted His mother to John’s care (John 19:26–27). Even in His suffering, He honored His mama.

Today, call your mother. Hug your grandmother. Encourage a widow. Love someone who needs a little mothering.

A mother’s love is one of God’s sweetest gifts.

And every expression of that love points us to the everlasting arms of our Heavenly Father.

To my mother and grandmother in heaven, and all you dear, loving, encouraging friends and loved ones -- happy, happy Mother's Day!
I love you ALL so, so much! Thank you for loving me!

From Then -- to Now -- to What’s Ahead

Yesterday, Carl and I ventured from our cruise ship to the rail (train) into the remarkable city of Glasgow, Scotland — and what a surprise it was! I expected charm and history, but Glasgow is also a city of brilliance, innovation, medicine, literature, beauty, and bold ideas.

As we rode the hop-on hop-off double-decker bus, our guide proudly shared story after story about people from this city who helped shape the modern world.

Allan Pinkerton, born in Glasgow, founded what became the world’s largest detective and security agency. Joseph Lister, Professor of Surgery at the University of Glasgow, discovered how to prevent infection in wounds, pioneering antiseptic surgery. And, James Goodfellow, was the inventor of the Automated Teller Machine (ATM) system.

Medical minds in Glasgow helped advance brain surgery and modern healthcare. Inventors, writers, shipbuilders, teachers, and scientists all left their fingerprints on history.

And I sat there thinking -- look what God placed inside humanity.

The same God who painted Scottish skies, formed rolling green hills, and created oceans full of wonder also planted gifts, wisdom, creativity, and purpose inside ordinary people willing to use what they had.

Sometimes we focus so much on what is wrong with the world that we forget how much good has also come through human hands guided by God-given insight.

Buildings rise. Medicines heal. Music comforts. Literature inspires. Bridges connect. Families love. Churches serve. And people — imperfect people — still carry sparks of divine creativity.

This world has traveled through wars, struggles, heartbreak, and division. Yet here we are -- still discovering, still learning, still building, still hoping.

God never stopped pouring gifts into His people.

Perhaps that is part of our assignment too -- not merely to criticize the darkness, but to bring light. To leave behind something that blesses others. A kind word. A helping hand. A faithful life. A hopeful spirit.

After all, history is not only written by famous inventors and leaders. It is also written by ordinary people who quietly reflect the goodness of God every single day.

Glasgow reminded us that God places remarkable gifts inside ordinary people. Every good gift reflects God's creativity and grace.

Why don't we let our lives leave light behind for the good of our world?

Bridging the Divide

Yesterday, in Belfast, Ireland, Carl and I stepped into a city rich with history, beauty -- and complexity.

From the top of a hop-on, hop-off bus, we saw so much -- the grandeur of the Queen’s University Belfast, the story of the Titanic Belfast, and the sobering reminders of division through murals and Peace Walls.

There has been deep division here -- between Protestant and Catholic communities -- rooted in history, identity, and politics. Years of tension. Years of hurt.

And yet -- as I listened, I realized something.
We know division too.

Back home in America, we see it in politics, opinions, and even within families. Different sides. Strong feelings. Lines drawn.

Division isn’t just a Belfast story -- it’s a human story.

But then -- right in the middle of it all -- God gave us a moment.

Carl and I hopped off the bus for a quick stop (you know -- one of those urgent ones -- and found ourselves near a little shop. Inside, warmth. Kindness. Conversation.

A young mama -- with her baby and husband -- was there, buying a sweet little outfit with these words on it: “Little Protestant Princess.” We smiled, visited, and shared a moment that had nothing to do with labels -- and everything to do with love.

In a place known for division -- we found connection.
“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called children of God.” (Matthew 5:9)

Maybe bridging the divide doesn’t start with governments or grand speeches. Maybe it starts with us.
A smile.
A kind word.
A willingness to listen instead of label.

“Let us therefore make every effort to do what leads to peace and to mutual edification.” (Romans 14:19)
Wherever we are -- whoever we are.
We can choose love over hate.
Connection over isolation.

Because at the end of the day, we’re not defined by sides --
We’re defined by the One who calls us His own. And love?
Love still builds the bridge.

Truth is -- whoever we are and wherever we are -- love is still the bridge.

#lovecanbuildabridge #connection #belfast🤍

Give Way

Somewhere between London, Rotterdam, and the beautiful towns of Scotland -- Stornoway, Lerwick, and beyond -- I kept noticing the same sign over and over again:

GIVE WAY.

At first, it simply felt like a charming difference from our American “Yield” signs. An upside-down triangle. A quiet instruction. Slow down. Look both ways. Let others go first.

But the more I saw it -- the more it spoke to me.

Through fields of bright tulips, standing tall in cool air -- past grazing sheep and those sturdy little Shetland ponies -- along the breathtaking stretch of the Atlantic Ocean -- and even near the stately Lews Castle -- there it was again.

Give way.

And I couldn’t help but think -- how often do I rush ahead instead?

How often do I assume I know the way --when the Lord is gently whispering, “Slow down -- yield to Me.”

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart -- and He will direct your paths.” (Proverbs 3:5-6)

Giving way isn’t weakness. It’s wisdom.
It’s pausing long enough to listen.
It’s choosing His thoughts over our reactions.
His timing over our urgency.
His direction over the crowd we might be tempted to follow.

We saw castles that didn’t look like castles on the inside, roads that curved in unexpected ways, and beauty that revealed itself only when we slowed down enough to notice.

Maybe that’s the lesson.
Not everything will look the way we expect.
Not every path will feel obvious.

But when we give way to Him -- we won’t miss what matters.

“In their hearts they plan their course, but the Lord establishes their steps.” (Proverbs 16:9)

So today, I’m choosing to slow down.
To look both ways.
To yield.

How often do I assume I know the way -- when the Lord is gently whispering, “Slow down… yield to Me.”

I got the message -- loud and clear -- truly I need to GIVE WAY -- to God's ways! How about you?

Led to Strength in Small Places

“The Lord is my shepherd… I shall not want.” (Psalm 23:1)
Yesterday, we felt wrapped in that promise. Beautiful sheep and their little lambs -- grazing or lying down -- literally in green pastures!

Carl and I found ourselves in the peaceful beauty of Lerwick, Scotland -- a coastal town where time slows, the air feels clean and crisp, and the ocean hums a steady song.

Stone buildings, narrow streets, and kind, hearty people -- it all felt simple and strong.

And yes -- we “fell prey” to yet another excursion -- but oh, this one had a purpose.

We were on a mission to not only see the pastures, the sheep AND the famous Shetland ponies.

Now let me tell you -- these little ponies may be small in stature, but they are giants in strength.

For over 4,000 years, they’ve survived these rugged islands -- wind, cold, rocky terrain, and very little food. They developed thick coats to endure the storms and steady legs to carry heavy loads across boggy ground. Farmers depended on them. Entire livelihoods depended on them.

And then history tells us something even more sobering.

In the 1850s, when laws changed, these ponies were sent deep into coal mines -- small enough to fit into narrow tunnels, yet strong enough to pull loads twice their own weight. Thousands were used in dark, demanding places -- quietly carrying burdens others could not.

Standing there, watching these gentle animals -- I felt a nudge in my spirit. Isn’t that how God often works?

He doesn’t always choose the biggest or the strongest by appearance. He uses the willing. The steady. The faithful.

“My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.” (2 Corinthians 12:9)

And maybe -- just maybe -- what feels small in us is exactly where His strength shines the most.

Those ponies reminded me -- we can be underestimated -- and still be unstoppable in God’s hands.

Because when the Shepherd leads -- He builds strength where the world least expects it. Now, let's do our part to shore up our faith and mind muscles -- to carry on faithfully -- doing the Master's business!

#lerwickscotland #shetlandponies #SufficientGrace 🤍

When We Almost Missed It…

Yesterday took us to Invergordon and Inverness, Scotland -- and oh, what a day it turned out to be!

BUT, we almost missed it!

We were sitting in the World Stage auditorium aboard the MS Nieuw Statendam, waiting for our excursion group to be called. We had our little round sticker -- #25 -- ready to board our bus to Inverness, about an hour away.

We were excited. Expectant. Ready for beauty.

Then we stepped off the ship -- and without even noticing, we followed the crowd. The wrong crowd! YIKES!

Not the signs.
Not the plan.
The crowd.

There were clear directions (seen here) -- excursions to the left -- town to the right. But we didn’t look. We just went with the flow -- to the right.

Ten minutes later, we realized something wasn’t right. These weren’t our buses -- just ordinary city buses that were taking the other passengers around Invergordon!

Oh no!!!! We went the wrong way!

Hearts racing, we turned around and hurried back -- walking fast, breathing hard, hoping we hadn’t missed it. And by God’s grace --we made it. Just in time.

And oh, what we would have missed......

Rolling hills painted with brilliant yellow fields (rapeseed (oilseed) that is cultivated to produce vegetable oil. We would have missed the majestic churches, castles standing strong through time, the charm of Scottish shops, kilts, and those beautiful accents that make everything sound poetic.

It was breathtaking.
And I couldn’t help but think --
How often do we do that in life?
We follow the crowd instead of the calling.

“Enter through the narrow gate -- small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.” (Matthew 7:13-14)

And then this gentle reminder: “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and He will direct your paths.” (Proverbs 3:5-6)

Sometimes the wrong turn isn’t the end -- it’s just the wake-up call -- to turn around, refocus AND get back on the right path.

Note to self -- Don’t just follow the crowd -- read the signs! 😊
Grateful God redirects us when we wander!

A Little Card -- A Big Door

Who knew something so small could open such big doors?

Before this trip, Carl and I decided to create simple little business aka friendship cards -- with our photo, our names, and three little but BIG words: “God loves you!”. Along with our contact information, just in case someone might want to stay in touch. We had no idea what God would do with that small step of obedience.

Here aboard the MS Nieuw Statendam and during our time in London, those cards have become more than introductions --- they’ve become invitations. Invitations to connect -- to listen -- to encourage.

At lunch, we sat with two couples we had never met. Within minutes, stories began to unfold.

One dear woman shared that her luggage never made it to London AND the ship. Days without her belongings -- and yet her attitude? Peaceful. Grateful. “I’ll be fine,” she said with a smile. Oh my. That preached all by itself.

Another woman, while playing Mahjong with me, shared that her home had burned down. Since January, they’ve been living on cruise ships, waiting for insurance to come through.

And yet -- they were making the most of it. Choosing joy in the middle of loss.

I couldn’t help but think of Galatians 6:2:
“Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ.”

And Hebrews 13:2 gently whispered,
“Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers…”

Sometimes hospitality isn’t a meal in your home -- it’s a conversation at a table.

A smile. A listening ear. A simple card that says, "God loves you."
And oh, how He does.

We may never fully know what someone is carrying -- but we can always offer what we’re carrying -- hope, kindness, and the love of Christ.

Because in the end, it’s not about the places we visit as much as it is the people God places in front of us.

We never know what door God will open when we reach out!

#carryeachothersburdens #lifeupothers #Hospitality #Godlovesyou 🤍

When Life Goes a Little “Wrong”

If you’ve ever crossed time zones, you know how quickly life can feel off -- way off!

We left Austin at 12:43 p.m., hopped to Dallas, then flew nine hours to London -- arriving at 8:30 a.m. their time -- but 2:30 a.m. in our Texas bodies. Oh, we were determined to push through. And we did -- sort of.

After a full day, we headed to our hotel. I worked on my next blog while Carl took a “short nap.”

An hour later, he sat up, fully dressed, flung open the curtains and announced, “Time to start the day!”
I said, “Carl -- it’s still night. You only took a little nap!"

About that time, I stepped into the shower -- only to be greeted by ice-cold water and a knob that refused to cooperate. I jumped out faster than I went in -- nearly slipping my way to glory. Lord, have mercy!

We laughed until we cried.

A day later, we headed out to see the play, "The Play That Goes Wrong" at the Duchess Theatre -- a stage full of falling floors, doors that fell off their hinges, missed lines, and total chaos.

And somehow -- it worked. And, isn’t that just like us?

We miss cues. We slip. We say the wrong thing. But God --
“In their hearts humans plan their course, but the Lord establishes their steps.” (Proverbs 16:9)

Now aboard the MS Nieuw Statendam, we’ve seen places like Rotterdam -- once devastated by war, now rebuilt with strength and purpose.

Not the same -- but stronger.
Maybe that’s the message: Life may go wrong -- but we don’t stay there.

We press on. We rise up. We trust the One who is perfect --even when we are not.

Because with God, nothing is wasted.
Not a misstep. Not a mistake. Not even a slippery shower moment.

So thankful our faithful God always gets it right. And we keep pressing on and keeping going!

Rotterdam: Rebuilt on Purpose

A couple of days ago -- we left London via rail (what an enjoyable way to make our next destination to Dover, England).

We boarded the cruise ship, the Holland America Nieux Statendam Ship. It will be our home for the next 15-days.

Yesterday our excursion took us through Rotterdam, The Netherlands -- a city unlike London’s historic beauty of ornate buildings, royal landmarks, and centuries-old streets.

Rotterdam tells a different story.

During World War II, Hitler’s forces bombed the city center on May 14, 1940. In about fifteen minutes, much of historic Rotterdam was completely leveled.

Homes, churches, schools, stores -- gone. Thousands were left homeless. The city was wounded deeply.

But here is what stirred my heart -- Rotterdam did not stay in ashes.

After the war, the people made a bold decision. Rather than rebuild everything exactly as it had been, they looked forward.

Their vision became “light, air, and space.” Wide streets. Open plazas. Modern buildings. Strong lines. Creative architecture. A city once crushed by destruction began to rise again with purpose.

As our bus moved through the streets, I kept thinking of Isaiah 59:19 -- “When the enemy comes in like a flood, the Spirit of the Lord shall lift up a standard against him.”

Isn’t that what God does?

The enemy may come in with loss, fear, sickness, grief, betrayal, war, or disappointment. He may try to flatten our hope and leave us standing in rubble. But God raises up a standard. He raises courage. He raises faith. He raises people who refuse to let devastation have the final word.

Rotterdam reminded me that rebuilding may not look like returning to what was. Sometimes God builds something new -- stronger, wiser, roomier, brighter.

Jesus told a parable about servants who were faithful with what they had been given. To the faithful servant, the master said, “Well done, good and faithful servant.” (Matthew 25:23)

Maybe that is our call, too.

When life crumbles, we don’t sit forever in the ashes. We grieve, yes. We remember, yes. But then -- by God’s grace -- we rise. We rebuild. We carry on. We become living proof that destruction is not the end of the story.

Rotterdam stands today as a testimony.

The enemy came in like a flood.

But God still raises up a standard.

Rotterdam reminded me -- what is destroyed can still be rebuilt. With God, ashes are never the end of the story.

So, let's stop the hate, the anger, the loses AND let's be those good and faithful servants who keep carrying on -- building stronger -- loving longer!

#LoveWinsAgain #buildit #lifeBrandNew

More Than a Stay -- A Divine Appointment

On our final day in London, before we make our way to board the beautiful MS Nieuw Statendam, Carl and I did something we had been looking forward to --

We took a tour of our hotel -- The Royal Horseguards Hotel. It gets its name in honor of the Royal Horse Guards (The Blues), a distinguished cavalry regiment responsible for guarding the monarch since 1660. The literal Changing of the Guards comes from military history and its proximity to the historic site where the Changing of the Guard takes place.

Oh my -- what a place!

Perfectly positioned along the River Thames, we could walk to so many iconic sights -- the London Eye, Westminster Abbey, Buckingham Palace, and even catch a glimpse of Big Ben standing tall in the distance. We truly felt like we were right in the heartbeat of London.

But what we didn’t expect -- was what happened next.

Our guide, a kind and gentle man named Stamatios, walked us through the rich history -- marble staircases, portraits of royalty, stories of leaders and legends.

This building dates back to 1884, once luxury apartments, later becoming headquarters for intelligence agencies like MI5 and MI6, even holding secret tunnels used during World War II.

Fascinating? Absolutely.
But then -- something even more meaningful happened.
Stamatios paused -- looked at me -- and said, “Are you Christians?
I see your cross.” (The one Carl gave me on my birthday.)

And just like that, the tour became something holy.
He shared about his illness -- the long road, the uncertainty -- and I asked if we could pray for him.

Oh -- right there -- in a place where history was made -- God made a moment. We didn’t hesitate.

We prayed right there in that grand, historic space. Not rushed. Just real. Asking our Great Physician to touch his body, to bring healing, to bring peace.

In that moment, it didn’t matter who had walked those halls before us. What mattered -- was that God had walked us right to him.

We exchanged cards, hugged like old friends, and went on our way -- but not unchanged.

Because sometimes the greatest part of a trip isn’t the places we see -- it’s the people God places right in front of us.

And I can tell you this -- that moment? It was worth the entire trip.

A Palace, A King, and a Higher Calling

How could we come to London and not visit Buckingham Palace?

Carl and I joined the long line of eager visitors, shoulder to shoulder with people from all over the world. There was a sense of anticipation in the air -- a shared understanding that we were about to witness something grand.

The gates, the guards, the gold, the history -- it all speaks of royalty, tradition, and honor.

And yet, I couldn’t help but smile at the irony.

Here we were -- standing outside the palace of a king and queen, while King Charles III and Queen Camilla were across the ocean in the United States. It seems even royalty travels.

But isn’t that just like life?

We chase after moments, places, and people we think will fill us -- only to find that what we’re truly longing for isn’t found behind palace gates.

Oh, the beauty of Buckingham Palace is undeniable. The architecture is stunning. The pageantry is precise. The crowds are captivated -- and yes, Carl and I were right there with them, taking it all in like wide-eyed Texans in a city steeped in history.

But as magnificent as it is -- it’s still just a residence.

Because there is a King -- the King of Kings -- who is never absent. Never traveling. Never unavailable. His throne isn’t guarded by gates or long lines. His presence isn’t reserved for a select few.
He is near. Always. No ticket required. No waiting in line.

And as I stood there, taking in all the pomp and circumstance, my heart gently shifted. What if the same awe we feel for earthly royalty could be turned toward our Heavenly King?

What if we stood in wonder -- not just at palaces made by human hands -- but at the love, grace, and mercy extended to us daily?

Oh that our world would come together -- not just in diplomacy or headlines -- but in humility -- in love -- in turning our hearts toward the One who reigns forever.
Now that -- is a kingdom worth standing in line for. AND, our KING is always near!

#londonmoments #KingOfKings #FaithJourney

A Glimpse of Glory at Westminster Abbey

Today felt like stepping into a sacred pause… a moment where time slowed and heaven felt just a little closer.

We made the short walk from our hotel to Westminster Abbey, and from the moment we entered, there was a hush—holy, reverent, almost as if the walls themselves were whispering stories of faith, legacy, and lives well lived.

With our headsets guiding us, we listened and learned—but what made it come alive was one dear woman, an Honorary Steward, dressed in her distinctive uniform. She was warm, passionate, and so knowledgeable. You could see it in her eyes—this wasn’t just history to her… it was a calling. We even took photos with her, a sweet reminder that sometimes the greatest treasures in these grand places are the people who bring them to life.

The towering arches, the stained glass catching the light, the intricate craft

smanship—all of it lifting our eyes upward. Founded in 960 AD, this sacred place has witnessed over a thousand years of worship, 40 royal coronations, and the honoring of more than 3,300 souls—kings, queens, poets, and leaders.

Names we’ve long known—Elizabeth I, Isaac Newton, Charles Dickens—rest here. Yet the greatest presence wasn’t found in the names… it was found in the overwhelming sense of God’s majesty.

I was reminded of Psalm 27:4:
“One thing I ask from the Lord… that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze on the beauty of the Lord and to seek Him in His temple.”

I felt that today.

I thought back to standing in St. Peter’s Basilica years ago… and now here again, seeing how human hands can create beauty that points heavenward. And still, this is only a glimpse.

“No eye has seen, no ear has heard… what God has prepared for those who love Him.” (1 Corinthians 2:9)

If this is what we can build for Him… what must heaven be like?

We walked out grateful—for the lives remembered, for the faith that endures, and even for that kind steward who reminded us that history is best shared heart to heart.

And with quiet joy, I thought…

We’re walking with the saints.
Before us. Beside us. And one day—face to face.

Hallelujah.

A Heart Full of Gratitude --- to be in London

We are so happy to be here -- what a beginning it has been!

After arriving yesterday morning, we made our way to the historic The Royal Horseguards Hotel, overlooking the River Thames.

From the moment we stepped inside, we were met with such gracious hospitality -- true English gentlemen welcoming us with warmth that made us feel right at home.

This grand 19th-century building sits in the very heartbeat of London, within sight of Parliament, where so much history has unfolded.

We spent the entire day soaking it all in -- walking streets where monarchs once ruled and history was shaped.

We listened closely to those delightful British accents and carefully remembered to walk on the left side of the street (a small victory in itself!). Renting a car? Not a chance -- we’re quite content navigating on foot!

And walk we did -- a lot! Thankfully, we had fish and chips at the Sherlock Holmes diner and pub! Yum! It kept us going -- delicious, comforting, and absolutely worth every step.

The highlight of our day was stepping into one of the glass capsules of the London Eye. Slowly rising above the city, we were treated to breathtaking, 360-degree views -- seeing landmarks like Big Ben in a way that felt almost surreal. Thirty minutes suspended above London… and yet it felt like time stood still.

From the views atop the London Eye to quiet moments watching families laugh and love in the many park areas -- our hearts are full.

But as beautiful as the landmarks are, what touched my heart most was something simpler. Families. Children laughing, parents holding hands, loved ones sitting together on the grass -- sharing life, love, and connection.

It reminded me of Psalm 127:3, “Children are a heritage from the Lord.” And Joshua 24:15, “As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.” No matter the country, language, or history, the thread of family -- held together by love and faith -- remains the same.

Standing in a place once tied to the early history of our own nation, I couldn’t help but feel grateful. Grateful for where we’ve been -- and for the freedom, faith, and family we carry forward.

What a gift this journey is. And through it all, we are reminded of our Texas roots back home AND England's brothers and sisters (oh, how we love their accents). "The earth is the Lord’s, and everything (and everyone) in it.” (Psalm 24:1)

And oh, what a beautiful world He has made.

Different country, familiar truth -- faith, family, and love look beautiful in every language.

Grateful for this journey -- and the One who walks every step with us. ❤️

Hello, London! Good Morning, Lord!

An early “good morning” to our dear friends and family. Yesterday, at noon – Austin time, we flew to Dallas/Fort Worth for our flight across the ocean!

Since we’re six hours ahead of Austin’s time – we arrived at 8:30 a.m. in London's Heathrow Airport! What a dream come true for us!

Yes, this is a whole new experience for us! First stop after deboarding -- we picked up our luggage. Then it was "game-on". We decided to do what the locals do -- we took the Heathrow Express (train) to Paddington Station and then took a taxi to our Royal Horseguards Hotel.

Oh my goodness! We stepped into London – all new for us -- new streets, new sounds, a different rhythm of life. The gentle hum of the city, the roll of the Thames, the history written in stone.

It all feels so grand with so much grandeur! But what comforts us most? The same God who walks with us back home in Texas is already here.

“If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there Your hand will guide me…” (Psalm 139:9-10)

Even here. Even now. There’s something sacred about seeing the world and realizing -- God was here first. Before our plane touched down, before our feet hit the pavement, before we ever said, “We made it” -- He was already waiting.

And oh, what a gift to explore His creation.
We’ll walk where kings and commoners have walked. We’ll hear accents that make us smile and maybe pause to figure out what was just said.

We’ll sip tea, snap photos, and probably take a wrong turn or two (because let’s be honest… we will). But in every step, we want to remember this isn’t just a trip -- it’s a testimony.
A testimony that life still moves forward.
A testimony that joy still shows up.
A testimony that God’s goodness stretches far beyond our zip code.

So today, here we are in London!
Not just to see the sights -- but to see our Savior in every detail.
In the beauty.
In the moments.
In the quiet pauses between the busy.

And if we get a little lost along the way? That’s alright.
God was in London before we arrived -- and He’ll be in every step we take.

Stay tuned – we intend to take you along with us – from there to here!
Much love and blessings to all our family and friends!

#TravelWithGod #LondonBound #FaithJourney

The Best Thing

 

Last Sunday, we sat in our Lamplighters’ class – listening to the story of Mary of Bethany – Martha’s sister, Lazarus’ sister – and suddenly, it wasn’t just a story anymore. It was an invitation.

I found myself reaching for Carl’s hankie. Not because something was wrong – but because something was so right.

Once I was on Martha’s side – you know – the one who wanted to achieve perfection for her Master – with all the hospitality she could provide. I WAS her – busy to the point of weariness. But I have recanted. I have learned so much. And it’s Mary that I want to be like.

Mary had a way about her.
While others hurried -- she paused.
While others served -- she sat.
While others talked -- she listened.

Three times we find her in the same place -- at the feet of Jesus.
And Jesus said it best: “Mary has chosen what is better.” (Luke 10:42)

Then came that unforgettable moment – another day – another time of worship beyond degree.

Mary brought an alabaster jar of perfume -- costly beyond reason. A year’s wages. Not a few drops – but this jar -- she broke it. Poured it all on her Lord's feet. Gave it all to her Lord.

Can you imagine the room? Dusty feet -- crowded space -- and then suddenly -- fragrance. Sweet. Overwhelming. Holy.

Oh, there are those – like Judas – who only saw the extravagance – while Mary saw the Holy One who was her Savior and Lord.

Worship has a way of changing the atmosphere. Some called it a waste. But Jesus called it beautiful.

And isn’t that still the tension today? The world says, “You’re doing too much.” Jesus says, “You’ve chosen the best thing.”

It was Mary and her worship that brought Jesus first to her when He rose from the tomb. (John 20:11-18)

Oh, I want to be like Mary. Not distracted. Not hurried. Not measuring what I give. Just present. At His feet.

Because the greatest gift we bring isn’t what’s in our hands -- it’s our heart, poured out in love.

So today, let’s set aside the noise.
May we let go of the to-do list (at least for a while) and come sit with Him.

Oh, the glory of His presence. Open His Word. Whisper His name.
May our lives become that fragrance -- filling every room we enter.
Not because it’s required -- but because He’s worthy.

The Great Multiplier

 

Do you remember learning your multiplication tables?
9x9=81… 6x7=42…4x8=32 -- and somehow that information is still tucked away in our brains! No calculator needed!

But there’s a kind of multiplication that no classroom ever taught us -- the kind only God can do. Remember those words: "Little is much when God is in it!?

Picture this? A crowd of thousands, miles from the nearest “drive-thru,” stomachs growling. Jesus' disciples are panicking and say, “Send them home!!!” Sounds reasonable, right?

But not with Jesus. He already had another plan!

A little boy shows up with a little lunch -- five loaves and two fish. Not exactly catering for 5,000. But Jesus takes that little, blesses it, and suddenly -- it’s more than enough. Everyone eats. And there are even lots of leftovers!

Only God can do that. And, here’s what I love -- Jesus didn’t need a feast to start -- He just needed a willing heart and a small offering from a little boy!

And He’s still doing that with our "littles"!
What if, today, we present Him with what we have?
Maybe a LITTLE prayer, a LITTLE donation, a LITTLE kind word, a LITTLE love, a LITTLE comfort, a LITTLE care, a LITTLE meal, a LITTLE act of service.

No matter what the LITTLE is – as God's partners, our LITTLE just might be what God uses to multiply many blessings to others.

It may seem little to us, but BIG to them. Yes, little becomes BIG when we accept our partnership with our Master MULTIPLIER!

Because little -- becomes much -- when God is in it.

And who knows? That small act we almost overlooked might be the very thing God uses to bless someone in a big way -- TODAY!

Just Ordinary or Holy?

Isn’t it something how life can feel like a repeat button?

Grocery store -- again.
Laundry -- again.
Same routines -- every day.

And somewhere in between -- we see someone else’s “big” moment and quietly wonder -- am I making any difference at all?

We feel it deep down -- that tug toward something more. Ecclesiastes tells us God set eternity in our hearts. And oh, we know it’s there. That gentle stirring that whispers, There’s purpose here -- even now.

But what if the “more” we’re looking for is already sitting right in the middle of our ordinary day? What if holy isn’t found in the spotlight -- but in the small?

A kind word in a checkout line.
A phone call when someone needs it most.
A quiet prayer no one else hears.

Those don’t look like headline moments -- but heaven sees differently.

I have a feeling when we stand before the Lord, we’ll be surprised. The moments we thought were small may be the very ones He calls significant.

“Well done -- remember that day you encouraged someone? That mattered.”

Ephesians 2:10 reminds us we were created for good works -- prepared in advance. Not someday. Today.

So maybe nothing about our days are wasted. Not one errand. Not one conversation. Not one act of obedience.

So today, let’s place our “ordinary” into His hands.
Let’s ask our Lord -- who needs a little encouragement today?

Because what feels small to us -- may be eternal in His hands.

#eternity #welldone #OrdinaryToExtraordinary

Quick!!! Write It Down!!!

Ever walk into a room and forget why you went there? Oh goodness -- welcome to the club.

That’s why I write things down. Not just grocery lists -- but the things God whispers to my heart. Because what He gives us today -- we may need tomorrow.

And at this season of life – it’s a MUST-DO – otherwise, it’s gone.

Our pastor, just recently, with our bulletins, has been giving out a page of blanks that we fill in while he is ministering. It has been a beautiful way of writing down so we’ll remember. Thank you, Pastor Jonathan!

And, if you’re a little savvy with your i-phone, use the app, UpWord, and type those words in. I use it almost daily for keeping up with a word, a sentence, an idea – that might be my next blog!

There’s something powerful about putting words on paper (or our phone). It slows us down just enough to really hear what we’re learning. Whether it’s a sermon, a quiet moment with the Lord, or even a grocery list -- writing it down helps it settle into our hearts and minds.

Scripture tells us repeatedly -- to remember -- and to forget not. “Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits.” (Psalm 103:3)

That tells me something -- we are prone to forgetting. But God, in His kindness, gives us simple tools to help us hold on.

Sometimes what we write today -- is exactly what we’ll need tomorrow.

And don’t you love this thought? The Holy Spirit reminds us of truth (John 14:26), and those little notes we scribble can become the very place He points us back to.

I’ve gone back through old journals and laughed – cringed -- and thanked God all over again. What felt overwhelming then -- now shows me just how faithful He has been.

So, here’s a gentle nudge -- grab a notebook or your phone. Nothing fancy. Just start.
Write the verse.
Write the thought.
Write the prayer.
Oh, the treasure we’ll have when we do!

#writeitdown #Godisfaithful #FaithJourney