Walking Wiser

When I was a teenager, I wanted nothing more than to gain weight. I was so skinny they called me "Beanpole!" I tried weight-gain tablets -- which didn't work -- but giving birth to a baby boy one day -- brought on the weight I longed for. YIKES!

Fast-forward a few decades -- now I celebrate when the scale doesn't move! Funny how life changes, isn't it?

I also remember wearing those stylish spike heels! Let's just say my idea of "high fashion" now includes shoes that love my knees as much as I do!

Life has a way of changing our perspective.
But the biggest changes aren't found in our closets or on our bathroom scales.

They're found in our lives.

Children grow up. Careers end. New opportunities appear. Doors close. Others open. We celebrate weddings, welcome grandchildren, move to new cities, say goodbye to loved ones, and begin chapters we never imagined we'd write.

Change is inevitable.
Growth is optional.

That's why I find such comfort in God's unchanging promise:

"For I, the Lord, do not change." (Malachi 3:6)

What a relief! While everything around us is shifting, our Heavenly Father remains the same yesterday, today, and forever.

I've discovered that seasons of change are often God's invitations to trust Him more deeply. He isn't just changing our circumstances -- He's shaping our character.

So, whatever season you're walking through today, don't be afraid of change.
Lean into the One who never changes.

The same God who faithfully brought you through yesterday is already waiting in your tomorrow.

And that's one thing -- that will never change.

"Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever." (Hebrews 13:8)

He doesn't merely take us through change. He meets us there.
BTW -- I'm living proof of that! ❤️

Sons and Daughters Who Encourage

Have you ever wondered what people would call you if they gave you a nickname based on the way you live?

In Acts 4:36, Joseph, a Levite born in Cyprus, wasn't remembered by that name alone. The apostles called him Barnabas, which means "Son of Encouragement."

What an incredible legacy -- to be known as someone who lifted others up.

It made me stop and think.

Would those closest to me describe me as an encourager? A peacemaker? A giver of hope? Someone who leaves people better than they found them?

The world has enough critics.
It has enough complainers.
It has enough people who are quick to point out what's wrong.

What it desperately needs is more “Barnabases” -- more daughters and sons of encouragement.

Encouragement doesn't require a microphone or a stage.

Sometimes it's a handwritten note, a warm smile, a sincere compliment, a meal for a hurting neighbor, a prayer offered quietly, or a phone call that begins with, "I was just thinking about you."

Have you ever noticed how one encouraging word can change the course of someone's entire day? We may never know the battles another person is fighting. A kind word spoken at just the right moment may be the very reminder they needed that God sees them and loves them.

1 Thessalonians 5:11 tells us, "Therefore encourage one another and build each other up."

Imagine what would happen if every one of us determined to encourage just one person every day.
Homes would be happier.
Churches would be stronger.
Friendships would grow deeper.
Even strangers would experience a glimpse of God's love through our words and actions.

Let's become known as people who bring hope instead of hurt, peace instead of pressure, and kindness instead of criticism.

May others walk away from us thinking, "I feel stronger because we spent time together."

Isn’t that what encouragement is? Not making people admire us – but helping them believe that, with God’s help, they can take one more step.

Now that is a legacy worth leaving!

#encourager #legacy #EncourageOneAnother

Let's Trade Places

I was looking through my Facebook Memories and saw this handpainting by my dear friend's mother. That one picture stopped me in my tracks.
It shows three children holding the world like a giant ball. The caption simply read:
"Let's trade places. You live in my world. And I live in yours."

Wow! That one sentence made me pause.
It's easy to focus on what's wrong -- that we forget all that's right.

This morning I turned on the faucet, and clean water flowed. I opened a refrigerator filled with food. I enjoyed air conditioning that keeps this Texas heat at bay. Tonight I'll sleep in a comfortable bed, safe beneath a sturdy roof.

Millions of people around the world would gladly trade places with us.

That doesn't mean life in America is perfect. We have challenges, heartaches, and struggles just like every nation. But we also enjoy freedoms and opportunities that many only dream about.

Most of all, we have the freedom to worship God, open His Word, gather with fellow believers, and share the hope of Jesus.

James reminds us, "Every good and perfect gift is from above." (James 1:17)

Gratitude changes the way we see life. Instead of dwelling on what we don't have, it opens our eyes to the abundance God has already provided.

Today, let's thank Him for our families, our friends, our health, our homes, and the opportunities He has placed before us.

And while we're counting our blessings, let's also remember those who would gladly trade places with us. May our grateful hearts move us to pray, to give generously, to serve faithfully, and to love compassionately.

After all -- the greatest blessing isn't simply living in a place of abundance.

It's living each day with a heart that recognizes the Giver of every blessing.

"Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all His benefits."
(Psalm 103:2)

#soblessed #sothankful #countyourblessingseveryday

Please Do Not Feed the Fears

While scrolling the other day, I came across a sign that made me stop and smile:

"Please Do Not Feed the Fears." Isn't that clever?

We've all seen signs that say, "Do Not Feed the Animals." Apparently, fear can become a pretty hungry creature too!

Fear is a lot like a stray cat.

If we feed it today, it'll be back tomorrow -- and the next day -- and before long, it brings all its friends!

Faith works the opposite way.

The more we feed it, the stronger it becomes until, one day, fear doesn't disappear -- but it no longer gets to sit at the head of the table.

If we constantly feed our minds with worry, bad news, "what-ifs," and worst-case scenarios, fear grows stronger. But when we feed our hearts with God's Word, worship, prayer, and His promises, our faith begins to flourish.

I've lived long enough to know life isn't always easy. There have been seasons of heartbreak, unanswered questions, financial concerns, loss, and unexpected detours. Yet through every chapter, God has proven Himself faithful. Looking back, I can honestly say my greatest trials became my greatest teachers because they taught me to trust the One who never changes.

Isaiah 41:10 reminds us: "Fear not, for I am with you. -- I will strengthen you and help you."
Notice God doesn't say, "You won't have trouble." He says, "You won't face it alone."

That changes everything.

I still chuckle when I think about how often we feed our fears a five-course meal while giving our faith only a cracker! Maybe it's time to reverse the menu.

Today, let's feast on God's promises instead of tomorrow's possibilities.
Turn on worship music.
Read His Word.
Talk to your Heavenly Father.
Remember His faithfulness.

The more we feed our faith, the less room fear has to grow.
So here's today's reminder:

PLEASE....do not feed the fears.
Let's feed our faith instead.

"For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind." (2 Timothy 1:7)

#donotfeedfear #FeedOurFaith #GodsFaithfulness

Don't Miss the Exit

Have you ever missed an exit, taken a wrong turn, or ended up exactly where you thought you were supposed to be -- only to discover you were one level off?

I smiled this week as I reread my journal from last year.

Carl and I had just landed in Denver, Colorado where dear friends were picking us up at the airport. We collected our luggage, called to let them know we were outside, and waited -- and waited -- and waited.

They were there.
So were we.

The only problem? We were on the upper level, and they were waiting on the lower level!

Once we figured it out, we all had a good laugh. No harm done. We were simply in the right airport -- but the wrong place.

Life can be like that.

Sometimes we miss an exit, take a detour, or listen to the wrong voice. We become distracted by the noise around us and lose sight of the One who knows the way.

That's why these words from Isaiah caught my heart:
"Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, 'This is the way; walk in it.'" (Isaiah 30:21)

What a promise!

The Holy Spirit is our faithful Guide -- not just when life is easy, but when we've taken a wrong turn or can't seem to find our way.

One of my favorite ways to tune in to His voice is through worship. Nearly every morning, while I'm exercising, Scripture-filled songs fill my heart and quiet the competing voices around me. As I worship, His peace settles over me, and His direction becomes wonderfully clear.

The world is noisy.
God's voice is steady.

Today, let's turn down the volume of fear, distraction, and worry -- and turn up the voice of our Good Shepherd.

He still knows the way.

And if we've missed an exit? His grace is always big enough for a U-turn.

#faithfulguide #GoodShepherd #GodsVoice

Let It Begin in Me

I hope that this blog today reminds us that the most powerful place to change the world is often the one place God has entrusted to each of us -- our own hearts.

Have you ever read something dozens of times, only to have one sentence suddenly leap off the page?

That happened to me this week as I reread the beloved prayer attributed to St. Francis of Assisi:
"Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace."

This day -- those words stopped me in my tracks.

Notice St. Francis didn't pray, "Lord, bring peace to the world." He prayed, "Make me an instrument." In other words, let peace begin right here -- in my heart, my home, my words, and my actions.

Our world certainly isn't lacking reasons for conflict. We see hatred, hurt, doubt, wars, broken homes, anger, fear, and despair all around us. It's easy to point fingers at what's wrong. It's much harder -- and much more Christlike -- to become part of what's right.

This year marks the 800th anniversary of St. Francis' of Assisi's legacy, and Pope Leo has encouraged believers to reflect on his life by seeking God's grace and living as peacemakers. What a timely reminder!

Eight centuries later, those simple words still call us to something extraordinary.

Jesus said, "Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called children of God." (Matthew 5:9)

Peacemakers aren't merely peacekeepers. They intentionally sow love where there's hatred, offer forgiveness where there's injury, bring hope into despair, and shine Christ's light into dark places.

Peace isn't something we wait for. It's something we choose.

Perhaps today the greatest difference we can make won't be through a grand speech or heroic act. It may simply be a kind word, a listening ear, a forgiven offense, a heartfelt prayer, or a gentle response.

Let's be the people who carry peace wherever we go.
And may our prayer today be the same as it was 800 years ago:

"Lord, let there be peace... and let it begin in me."

Tell Mama I'll Be There

Today would have been my precious mama's 115th birthday.
I still remember her singing the old hymn, “Tell Mother I'll Be There”. Today, I find myself singing it back to her. "Tell mother I'll be there, in answer to her prayer..."

Everything I am -- and hope to be -- I owe to my mother. If God handed out report cards for motherhood, my mama would have graduated with highest honors.

She wasn't famous. She wasn't wealthy. But she was rich in all the things that matter.

She taught me forgiveness. "God forgives me every day. I can certainly forgive you."

She taught me wisdom with five simple words: "Let your conscience be your guide." Oh how those words remedied many temptations!

She taught me faith. I watched her faithfully attend church, lead prayer groups, pray for her family, trust God through financial hardship, and love my daddy with unwavering devotion through a difficult illness – that eventually took him home to heaven when I was 15.

Looking back, I realize my greatest inheritance wasn't something she left TO me. It was something she left IN me. I know it was her example as I…..

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My mama's influence continues. It reminds me of what the Apostle Paul wrote to Timothy:
"I am reminded of your sincere faith, which first lived in your grandmother Lois and in your mother Eunice and, I am persuaded, now lives in you also." (2 Timothy 1:5)

Faith has a beautiful way of traveling through generations.
The greatest legacy we leave our children and grandchildren isn't found in bank accounts, jewelry, or possessions. It's found in our character, our faith, our kindness, our integrity, and the way we love others when no one is watching.

I pray that my mama's legacy continues through me to my children and grandchildren and beyond -- because faith has a beautiful way of traveling through generations.

To you my dear friends -- I pray that our children will one day be able to say what I still say about my precious mama:

"Her children rise up and call her blessed." Proverbs 31:28

Happy Birthday, Mama. Don't worry -- by God's amazing grace, I'll meet up with you one day and I’ll be giving you the biggest hug EVER!

Mistakes Don’t Have the Last Word

 

I want to speak hope into many hearts today, I know people don't need another lecture about money. I know they need to know that God's mercy is greater than their biggest mistake.

We've all heard the saying, "Money talks." Well -- sometimes it says, "What were you thinking?"

Most of us have made a financial decision we'd gladly take back. Maybe we spent too much, borrowed unwisely, trusted the wrong person, or simply failed to plan. Regret has a way of whispering, "You'll never recover."

But regret is a terrible financial advisor.

A few nights ago, I sat with a dear friend who was carrying the heavy burden of financial mistakes. As we talked, I was reminded that God never tells us to camp out in yesterday's failures. He invites us to step into today's grace.

His Word declares, "Old things are passed away; behold, all things have become new." (2 Corinthians 5:17) What wonderful news! God specializes in fresh starts.

That doesn't mean we ignore our mistakes. Sometimes we need to make a budget, seek wise counsel, trim unnecessary spending, or work a little longer than we planned. Those are not signs of defeat -- they're signs of wisdom.

Satan loves to rename us by our failures, but God calls us by our future.
Peter denied Christ, yet Jesus called him a rock.
Moses was a murderer, yet God called him a deliverer.
Rahab had a shameful past, yet she's listed in the lineage of Jesus.

Our failures may explain part of our story, but they never get to write the final chapter.

And while we're taking practical steps, we can rest in God's promises. "You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in You." (Isaiah 26:3)

Peace doesn't come from the size of our bank account; it comes from the One who holds our future.

Then comes one of my favorite promises: "And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of His glory in Christ Jesus." (Philippians 4:19)

Notice He promises to meet our needs, not necessarily every want -- although He often delights in surprising us with those too!

Maybe you’ve made some financial mistakes -- don't let them define you. Learn from them. Grow through them. Trust God with them.

Your greatest investment has never been in the stock market.
It's always been in the faithfulness of God -- and that investment has never lost its value.
You and God have got this – what a wonderful financial partnership!!!
His peace and blessings be with you, my friends!

I'm an Aha Collector!

I’ve been blogging since 2010. Not to be boastful at all – but as of today, I’ve written 4,568 blogs – but who’s counting? Uh! ME!

I’ve finally figured out something about ME! I am a noticer. I keep my eyes, ears and thoughts -- wide open! I observe others -- the way they talk, walk, and even the way they look -- not in a negative way -- but looking for THAT thing that sets them apart from others.

I wake up asking, "Lord, what are you telling/showing me about yesterday or today? Did my eyes, ears and heart open to an AHA!

I like to think that my readers are walking through life with me as all of us are training our hearts to notice God!

Honestly, I don't believe my legacy will ultimately be the 4,500-plus blogs I’ve written. What I hope is that my legacy is that I’ve taught thousands of people how to see.

How to see God in ordinary moments.
How to see purpose in pain.
How to see hope after loss.
How to see laughter in growing older.
How to see gratitude instead of grumbling.
How to see Christ in everyday life.

That's much bigger than writing. I like to think that it’s discipleship.
Maybe one of my children or grandchildren.
Maybe someone I’ve never met.
Maybe a reader who quietly followed my blog – and I didn’t even know it: https://livinginthepeacezone.blogspot.com

I hope someone writes something like this about me:
"Donna taught me that God is never absent from an ordinary day. She helped me see His fingerprints in puzzles, family reunions, hymns, Christian sports players, sunflowers, exercising, our American heritage, dealership inspections, and every sunrise that whispered, "His mercies are new every morning.'"

My one determined goal is to finish strong. Not because I’ve reached the finish line.
But because I’m still running with joy.
Still laughing.
Still learning.
Still serving.
Still volunteering.
Still loving Carl and my family with all my heart.
Still praying for my children and grandchildren.

Oh, yes, my dear friends, I’ll keep showing up.
I’ll keep pointing people to Jesus.
I’ll keep finding extraordinary lessons in ordinary moments.
And, I’ll keep reminding the world that hope is never in short supply when Christ is at the center.
Care to join me in being an AHA collector?

#AHA #noticethelittlethings #PointingToJesus

Time for a Check-Up!

I recently took my trusty SUV to the dealership. We've been together since 2021, and after nearly 50,000 miles, she's still running beautifully.

Since the manufacturer's warranty had expired, I called to ask about an extended warranty.

The service advisor said, "We'd be happy to help -- but first, we'll need to perform a 60-point inspection."

Goodness! I suddenly felt like a nervous grandmother waiting outside the delivery room!

60 points? Would she pass? Were there hidden problems lurking under the hood?

About 45-minutes later, my phone buzzed. The technician had sent me a video showing every part of the inspection. Brakes? Great. Tires? Great. Engine? Great. Fluids? Great. No leaks. Great.

The verdict? My sweet ride passed with flying colors!
I almost wanted to hug my car.

Then a little thought quietly rolled into my mind.
"Donna -- YOUR annual check-up is coming soon."
Oh dear!

I sure would like to pass my inspection as perfectly as my car did! I've got a feeling they'll find a few squeaky joints -- a knee that occasionally reminds me it's no longer thirty -- and let's not even discuss those middle-of-the-night trips to the bathroom!

Thankfully, God isn't looking for perfect bodies -- He's looking for faithful hearts.

King David prayed, "Search me, O God, and know my heart -- see if there is any offensive way in me." (Psalm 139:23-24)

Now that's the inspection that matters most.
While doctors check our hearts, lungs, and blood pressure, God lovingly examines our attitudes, our motives, our kindness, our forgiveness, and our faith.

His diagnosis is always accurate.
His grace is always sufficient.
And unlike an automobile warranty, God's love never expires.

So yes, I'll keep my doctor's appointment.
But every day, I also want to invite the Great Physician to perform His own heart check on me.

The wonderful news is that our Great Physician never says, 'There's nothing more I can do.' His grace still heals, His mercy still restores, and His love still makes all things new.

God Still Writes Beautiful Love Stories

Today, July 8th, marks a special day in my life's journey.

Sixty years ago, today, I walked down the aisle to marry my teenage sweetheart, Ronald aka Ronnie, aka Ron. We were just kids -- he was eighteen, I was seventeen -- and convinced we couldn't wait another day! Looking back, I'm amazed at God's grace.

One thing we got right from the very beginning -- we invited God to be the center of our marriage.

And believe me, marriage isn't for the faint of heart!

There were challenges, tears, laughter, victories, and lessons that only time can teach. Through it all -- God proved Himself faithful.

He carried us through every season, blessed us with a son, Ryan, a daughter, Staci, two amazing spouses to these two, six precious grandchildren and memories I'll always treasure.

When Ron finished his earthly race in 2010, I honestly thought that chapter of my love story had come to its final page. I was okay with it. I knew he finished his assignment on this earth -- and then, I would finish my assignment with determination and strength.

But God.......
Isn't our God wonderful at writing surprises we never could have imagined?

Thirteen years later, the Lord brought my wonderful Carl into my life. Today, we are celebrating 35 amazing months of marriage. Next month, August 8th -- we'll joyfully celebrate three years together.

Only God could write a story like that.

Life has taught me that our Heavenly Father is never finished with us. He knows when a chapter ends, but He also knows when a new one is ready to begin. His timing is perfect, His plans are good, and His love is constant through every season.

So today my heart is simply overflowing with gratitude.
Thank You, Lord, for every chapter You've written.
Thank You for cherished memories with my family -- and now, Carl's bonus family You've blessed me with, and for the sweet gift of Carl, who fills this season of my life with laughter, love and companionship.

The story isn't over yet.
By God's grace, I plan to keep making memories, loving deeply, serving faithfully, and writing about His goodness until He calls me Home.

Because I've learned this wonderful truth:
"When God holds the pen -- every chapter has purpose.

"The Lord has done great things for us, and we are filled with joy." — Psalm 126:3 ❤️

The Greatest Victory

The U.S. Men's Soccer team has been eliminated from the World Cup following a brutal 4-1 loss to Belgium. Despite the loss, the U.S. had its winningest World Cup in history with 3 wins throughout the tournament, gaining huge support from U.S. fans.

I'll admit it -- I haven't always been a soccer enthusiast. Give me football, baseball, or even a good pickleball match, and I'm right at home! But lately, I've found myself cheering with all my heart for the red, white, and blue.

Of course, I was hoping Team USA would defeat Belgium last night. The final score wasn't what we had hoped for, and like every loyal fan, I wished the outcome had been different.

But as I watched those remarkable young men play with determination, discipline, and incredible teamwork, I realized something.

Sometimes the greatest victory isn't found on the scoreboard.
It's found in the character of the people wearing the uniform.

What caught my attention wasn't a spectacular goal or an amazing save. It was something that happened after Team USA advanced to the Round of 16.

What caught my attention wasn't a spectacular goal or an amazing save.

In that moment, the world saw something bigger than soccer.
YES -- the U.S. Men's National Soccer Team advanced to Round 16 and then defender Mark McKenzie gathered his teammates at midfield and led them in prayer.

His words were simple but powerful:
"You deserve all the honor and the praise right now. Amen."

What touched my heart even more was learning that this wasn't a one-time event. After every match -- win or lose -- the team gathers to thank God.

They've even welcomed players from opposing teams to join them, demonstrating that Christ is greater than any rivalry. McKenzie has said these moments are about love, togetherness, and remembering that they're blessed simply to have the opportunity to compete.

Now that's a winning attitude!
Can you imagine if we lived that way every day?

Before we celebrated a success --
Before we complained about a disappointment --
Before we hurried on to the next thing --

We simply stopped and said, "Lord, all the glory belongs to You."

The Apostle Paul wrote, "Whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God." (1 Corinthians 10:31)

That's true whether we're playing in the World Cup, volunteering at a food pantry, serving at church, raising grandchildren, or simply loving our neighbors well.

The world celebrates trophies that eventually gather dust.
God celebrates humble hearts that point others to Jesus.

So today, whether you're celebrating a victory or walking through a challenge, take a moment to do what those young athletes did.

Pause.
Bow your heart.
And give God all the honor and praise.

Because the greatest victory isn't winning a championship --
It's living in a way that helps others see Christ. ⚽❤️🙏

My Country, 'Tis of Thee

I love America.

From the time I was six years old, my heart has swelled with gratitude every time I placed my hand over my heart and recited the Pledge of Allegiance.

"I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America..."

Back then, I didn't fully understand words like allegiance, republic, or indivisible. But I knew they meant something bigger than me.

Our first grade teacher, Miss Steinbergen, taught us more than reading and arithmetic. She taught us gratitude. She helped us understand that freedom is a precious gift -- one purchased through the courage and sacrifice of countless men and women who believed future generations were worth fighting for.

As I grew older, I learned that America isn't perfect. No nation is. Yet I remain deeply thankful to live in a country where we can worship freely, speak openly, vote according to our convictions, serve our neighbors, and work together to build stronger communities.

Those freedoms are blessings.
They are also responsibilities.

This month, as we celebrate America's 250th birthday, may we never take them for granted. Let us honor those who paid the ultimate sacrifice, encourage those who continue to wear our nation's uniform, and remember that freedom must be cherished by every generation.

As a Christian, I celebrate two great freedoms.
One was secured by brave Americans who defended our nation.
The other was secured forever by Jesus Christ, who gave His life on the cross so that we could know forgiveness, hope, and eternal life.

Jesus said, "If the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed." (John 8:36)

I will continue to pray for America. I will continue to vote, serve, encourage, and love my neighbors. And I will continue to sing with gratitude:

"God bless America, land that I love. Stand beside her and guide her through the night with a light from above."

May God continue to bless this land of liberty, and may each of us do our part to leave it stronger, kinder, and more faithful for the generations yet to come.

"Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord." — Psalm 33:12

The Day After the Fireworks

Yesterday, America celebrated the most important milestone in our country's history -- 250 years of American Independence.

“With a single sheet of parchment and 56 signatures, America began the greatest political journey in human history,” said President Trump of this momentous anniversary.

At Epiphany Ranch here in East Texas -- we celebrated with flags waving proudly. Over 35 of us enjoyed all kinds of games, delicious food and all so grateful to celebrate the red, white and blue!

And, then, there were the fireworks that painted the night sky with brilliant colors.

Oh how amazing to be here in BIG SKY country where stars shine as bright as the bottle rockets, sparklers and Roman candles.

Delicious food loaded the tables with hamburgers, hot dogs, salads, chips and queso, watermelon, homemade desserts (You're welcome, Larry -- I made his favorite cake -- Carrot Cake) and enough yummy food to feed an army!

Payton Wallace, my grandson, even had an electronic bronco horse to test the talents of his friends -- I still think he was the honorary champ! All was such great fun for all!

Last year, Carl and I spent the Fourth of July here. We laughed until our sides hurt, rode four-wheelers, watched those fishing in the 7-acre pond and enjoying the kayaks and made memories we'll treasure forever.

BUT TODAY -- the day after -- actually the year after.....
My heart remembers another story.

One year ago, as fireworks faded and the skies grew quiet, devastating floodwaters along the Guadalupe River forever changed the lives of so many Texas families.

A beloved girls' camp -- Camp Mystic -- that had echoed with laughter, canoe races, horseback rides, campfire songs, and riverside prayers since 1926 -- suddenly became a place of unimaginable heartbreak.

Parents, grandparents, siblings, and friends still carry a grief few of us can fully comprehend.

We don't remember to reopen wounds.
We remember because love never forgets.

The Bible gently reminds us, "Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn." (Romans 12:15)

Even a year later, our prayers continue.
We pray for comfort where there is still emptiness.
We pray for strength where hearts still ache.

We pray that God's promise remains true: "The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit." (Psalm 34:18)

As we continue celebrating the freedoms we've been given, may we also be people who carry one another's burdens. Joy and compassion are not opposites -- they often walk hand in hand.

Today, let's thank God for the blessings of freedom.

And let's quietly remember those whose tears still fall after the fireworks have faded.

May His peace surround every grieving heart, and may His hope continue to shine -- even after the darkest storm.

More Than Fireworks

Happy July 4th! God bless America -- the Land of the Free -- the Home of the Brave! 250 Years.....and still counting! How thankful I am to be a part of these days and months to celebrate this pivotal day and time!

But, hold on! We got this party started yesterday! Last night, our church campus came alive!

Everywhere we looked there were smiling faces dressed in red, white, and blue. Children squealed with delight as they bounced through giant inflatables and challenged one another to yard games.

Families gathered around food trucks, friends visited in lawn chairs, live music filled the air, and as darkness settled in, an incredible fireworks display painted the Austin sky.

Carl and I had the privilege of welcoming guests as they arrived. What a joy to greet neighbors, visitors, and families who simply came looking for a fun evening together.

But here's what blessed me most....

This wasn't just about fireworks.

It was about lighting hearts.

Pastor Jonathan Spencer shared the Gospel, patriotic songs reminded us of God's faithfulness to America, and countless conversations took place that may change lives forever.

Last year, one family first came to Vacation Bible School. They later attended Freedom Over Austin, found a loving church family, gave their hearts to Christ, were baptized, and today are active members of our church.

Isn't that beautiful?

More recently, our young adults began a simple sports outreach. Pickleball. Basketball. Friendship. Last week, one young man accepted Jesus Christ as his Savior.

That's why churches open their doors.

Jesus said, "Go into all the world and preach the gospel." (Mark 16:15) Sometimes "going" begins with a hot dog, a game of pickleball, a fireworks show, or a warm welcome from someone wearing a smile.

As we celebrate America's 250th birthday, I'm grateful for the freedom to worship, to gather, and to share the greatest message ever told.

Fireworks last only a few moments.

But one life transformed by Jesus shines for eternity.

May we never stop celebrating both the freedom we enjoy as Americans and the eternal freedom we have through Christ.

"Let your light shine before others, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven." — Matthew 5:16

The Blessings of Living in the U.S.A.

I'm counting the blessings of living in the U.S.A. I've decided one day of celebrating America just isn't enough.

This entire month, I want to thank God for the blessings of living in the land of the free and the home of the brave.

As our nation approaches its 250th birthday, let's pause to remember that freedom is never free. It was purchased by courageous men and women who willingly sacrificed so future generations could live in liberty.

Sometimes we become so accustomed to our freedoms that we forget what a privilege they are.

Think about it. We enjoy the freedom to worship God, speak our minds, vote, gather with family and friends, pursue our dreams, work hard, serve others, and help our neighbors in need.

We are blessed by opportunities, strengthened by the rich diversity of our nation, and inspired to live lives marked by faith, hope, and love.

Those are extraordinary gifts.

But as believers, we know there are two freedoms worth celebrating.

One was secured by brave Americans who defended our nation.

The other was secured forever by Jesus Christ, who gave His life on the cross so we could experience forgiveness, abundant life, and eternal freedom.

Jesus said, "If the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed." (John 8:36)

This July, let's do more than wave a flag or enjoy a fireworks display.
Let's thank a veteran.
Pray for our nation.
Teach our grandchildren why freedom matters.
Stand with gratitude when the National Anthem is played.
And above all, let's thank God for His hand upon America through the generations.

May we never take our freedoms for granted. May we be faithful stewards of them, shining His light with courage, kindness, and hope.

After all, the greatest way to honor those who gave us freedom -- is to use that freedom to glorify God.

"Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord." -- Psalm 33:12 🇺🇸❤️

Still Shining

I was cleaning out my jewelry the other day when I came across one of those fun Christmas necklaces with tiny colored lights.

You know the kind. Push the little button, and suddenly you're the brightest Christmas tree in the room!

Well -- not this time.
I pushed the button.
Nothing.
I pushed it again.
Still nothing.

I decided my little necklace had lived a good life, thanked it for its years of faithful Christmas service, and gently dropped it into the bathroom trash can.

Case closed.
Or so I thought.

That night, during one of those "mature adult" middle-of-the-night trips to the bathroom (why is that a thing?), I walked in and nearly laughed out loud.

There, shining from the trash can, were those tiny colored lights --twinkling away as if to say, "Excuse us -- we're not finished yet!"

I couldn't help but smile. An,d I couldn't help but pull them out for a blog. Yep! That's how God and I communicate with each other. I pull out a very used light necklace and God gives me an idea for a blog. That's how we roll! LOL!

It also made me wonder how many times we treat ourselves the same way.

We convince ourselves our best days are behind us.
"I'm too old."
"I'm no longer useful."
"My season has passed."

But our Master Creator has a way of bringing light out of places we never expected.

Jesus said, "You are the light of the world." (Matthew 5:14)
Notice He didn't say, "You were." He said, "You are."

As long as God gives us breath, He gives us purpose.

Perhaps today you feel tucked away on a shelf -- or worse, tossed into life's trash can.

Take heart.
The Light of the World specializes in making His children shine again.

And if He can surprise me with a glowing Christmas necklace in the middle of the night --
Just imagine what He can do with a willing heart.

Keep shining, dear friends.
Someone, somewhere, needs your light today.

"Let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven." — Matthew 5:16

And, really, this story isn't really about a necklace.
It's about hope.

I looked into what appeared to be a trash can -- and found light.
Oh, yes, dear one -- YOU are His Light -- reflecting His love, His joy and His peace. Shine, Baby, shine!

Let Freedom Ring -- All Month Long!

Happy July!

Now, before anyone says, "Donna, it's not the Fourth yet," hear me out. One day of celebrating America simply isn't enough.

This month, I want to spend every opportunity thanking God for the land we call home and for the brave men and women who paid the ultimate price so we could enjoy the freedoms we often take for granted.

Last year, Carl and I visited the National Center for Healthy Veterans at Valor Farm in Virginia. Walking through the beautiful grounds, we saw more than buildings -- we saw hope.

One stop especially touched my heart: the Austin House, built through the generosity of many partners, including our Gates family.

Soon another veteran will walk through those doors carrying wounds that may not be visible, but are very real. There, they'll find healing for body, soul, and spirit.

One of the paintings -- shown here at our front door -- was created by one of those veterans -- whose own journey was moving from brokenness toward wholeness.

What a beautiful reminder.

Freedom isn't free.

Sometimes its cost is measured in battlefields.

Sometimes in hospital rooms.

Sometimes in years of healing after the uniform is folded away.

As I look at our American flags, the "Home" rug, the words on our wreath "Faith, Family, Freedom", in some small way -- gratitude as my heart whispers, "Thank You."

Thank You, Lord, for this nation.

Thank You for those who courageously served.

Thank You for those who never came home.

And thank You for those who did -- and continue to rebuild their lives with remarkable courage.

The Bible reminds us, "Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord." (Psalm 33:12)

Throughout this month, let's do more than wave a flag.

Let's pray for America.

Let's encourage our veterans.

Let's teach our grandchildren why freedom matters.

And let's never forget that while America is called the "land of the free because of the brave", our eternal freedom came because of the Bravest One of all -- Jesus Christ, who laid down His life so that we might truly be free.

May freedom ring -- all month long.

How about all our lives long?

S