A Big Drink of Water

At any given time, you’ll see me with my “must-have” 30 oz. Yeti mug filled with water. After a couple of physical issues and how they could have been averted by drinking more water, I know the benefits of drinking water.

Nutritionists say we should drink half our body weight in ounces every day. So, a 135-pound person should be drinking 67 ounces of water each day. With my 30 oz. Yeti mug, I just need a little more than 2 mugs full. But I drink a lot more than that. I’m programmed with a built-in “low-fluid indicator” and when I start to get a little thirsty, I know it’s time to fluid-up!

Where I live, I have friends that care enough about us that they give sound health advice. This one I have jumped on. Hydration drinks. When we reach “mature” ages, our bodies can’t hold and conserve as much fluids as they once did. And we may also become less aware of our thirst.

As a result, older folks are more prone to losing body fluids, and excess loss can result in dehydration. Dehydration can be accompanied by a whole host of unpleasant symptoms like feeling extreme thirst, fatigue, dizziness, and confusion. God wired us with those “low-fluid indicators.”

Like a car, if the fluid level gets low, the signals flare. In us, it’s a dry mouth, achy head, weak knees, thirst, dizziness. It's called THIRST. If the fluid level gets low, our bodies will tell us. When my granddaughter had a headache, I heard my daughter ask: "How much water are you drinking?"

God also wired us with a built-in "low-spiritual fluid indicator". If we deprive our souls of spiritual water, the signals will flare -- like heavy-hearted, sad, weary, depressed, grumpy, fearful, anxious, envious, moody, angry. If we deprive ourselves of spiritual fluid, our souls will reveal it.

In John 4:13-14, Jesus said, “Anyone who drinks this (natural) water will soon become thirsty again. But those who drink the water I give, will never be thirsty again. It becomes a fresh, bubbling spring within them, giving them eternal life."

Jesus offers living water that will permanently satisfy our thirst. If we feel unsatisfied with our lives, that’s called spiritual thirst. And the only one who can quench that thirst is the One who said, “I thirst.” Jesus thirsted on the cross, so we don’t have to thirst. He became thirsty so we never have to be thirsty again.

Jesus is the fountain that never runs dry. An old song (here I go again) just came to me:

“Drinking at the springs of living water,
Happy now am I. My soul is satisfied.
Drinking at the springs of living water.
Oh, wonderful and bountiful supply!”

It's time to "hang out" at THAT fountain. There, we'll be refreshed, restored, rejuvenated, and replenished! Not only will we know and feel the difference -- but others will also recognize the difference. They’ll say “You’ve been hanging out at THE FOUNTAIN" again. How about taking me with you next time? I need my fluids refilled, too!”

Is Life Bland to You?

I enjoy taking a bite of my yogurt, blueberries, and granola with a quick follow-up of coffee. There’s something about having a sweet taste combined with yummy coffee. I go for the flavored-coffee pods. This day, however, the coffee is bland every time I take a sip.

I carry on with it being bland through my whole meal. Then I start thinking: “Wait a minute! Did I even put a pod in the Keurig because I don’t remember selecting a flavor?” And sure, enough there is no pod in the Keurig.

What does that say about us putting up with the “bland” in our lives? Remember the old song “Que sera sera” whatever will be, will be?” Just living each day with a ho-hum attitude. This is all there is. No use getting our expectations up because this is all there will ever be! Heavens NO! Let’s put flavor into our lives!

John 10:10 says “Jesus came to give us ABUNDANT LIFE!” Bland is not abundant. When I tasted the yummy coconut flavored coffee after I put the pod in, what a difference it made!

Anyone who believes the Christian life is boring has never taken God’s invitation to “Taste and see that the LORD is good” (Psalm 34:8). Instead, they pursue things that only make them happy or content.

Even though God promised us abundant life, there are times when day-to-day routines become bland…..boring. If that’s the case for you, may I recommend getting out of your comfort zone by setting yourself on a course to be a do-gooder!

Where I live there are all kinds of activities to keep anyone from boredom, but busyness and staying active isn’t the answer to those who desire more in this life.

King Solomon, the wisest and richest person who ever lived, had everything a person could possibly want. He said, “I denied myself nothing my eyes desired; I refused my heart no pleasure” (Ecclesiastes 2:10). Solomon had it all, but he concluded that it was “meaningless” and likened it to “chasing after the wind” (v. 11). In other words, he had everything this world had to offer, and he was bored.

I fully realize that the Christian life is not supposed to be a thrill-a-minute extravaganza. No life is that. Boredom is something we must all overcome. Everyone stands in line at the grocery store, gets caught in traffic, or is given jobs they’d rather not do.

Some people assume that being a Christian is boring because they’ve heard that Christians must give up all the “fun” things in life. It’s true that Christians give up some things, but it’s not the fun.

Christians give up their mistakes and sin, their self-destructive behavior, their addictions, their negative attitudes, and their lack of trusting God. But best news ever, we receive “righteousness, peace and joy in the Holy Spirit” (Romans 14:17). “We live as children of light” in a dark world (Ephesians 5:8).

The mistakes of our past no longer have a stronghold in our lives. We no longer live for ourselves but for the One who died for us. We serve others and make a difference. We are becoming everything that God created us to be. It is virtually impossible for life to be bland or boring in such a life.

A growing, committed Christian will find that life is never boring. There’s always another step of faith to take, another relationship to build, another person to serve, another win each time we conquer again.

Is the Christian life bland? The answer is “HEAVENS NO!” I’m living in the words of Jesus about the abundant, full life! I choose life when I wake up! When I get up! When I go about my day! When I see a friend who needs that life! So….I’m saying to you today! “GET A LIFE!” – the abundant, full life in Christ!

My Jerry Doll

I saw this precious little girl, the daughter of a dear friend, on my FB feed. Though this angel girl is adorable, it was her doll that caused a flood of memories. It reminded me of my “Jerry” doll. I named him “Jerry” after my new little cousin who I loved so much. And, I loved my Jerry doll so much. We were inseparable. With his soft stuffed body, he was just the right fit next to me each night. I wish I still had him, but I’m sure I wore him out which caused his demise.

My Jerry was flawed from overuse. But it didn’t matter, I still loved my Jerry. There was nothing valuable about my Jerry. He wasn’t expensive. He couldn’t do tricks. Jerry wasn’t a collector’s item. He was just an object of my love and affection.

My grandson still has a love for his blue baby blanket. I still see it on his bed. He’s a macho boy at almost 16, but that blanket is still an object of his affection. This type of love loves because it is valuable to the holder. Today it is frayed, scraggly and wouldn’t even merit being donated to charity. But it is still valuable to Bryson.

And, this is exactly how God loves us. We are just like my “Jerry” and Bryson’s “blankie”. We are flawed, broken, wounded, and there’s nothing hidden from God. He knows about every single one of our flaws. He knows about the scars on the outside and He knows about the secrets on the inside. But, no matter what, we are the object of love and affection by our Father God.

How do we know how much God loves us? Romans 5:8 says, "God demonstrates His love for us in this, while we were still" flawed – (worn-out dolls and blankets and while we were disobeying and breaking the heart of God) He still displayed His love for us, "While we were sinners, Christ died for us".

God loves us with an unconditional, immeasurable love. It's the kind of love that doesn't look for what's worthy in an object, but it's the kind of love that gives worth to that object. In other words, God doesn't love us because we're worthy, but God's love makes us worthy. That's how good He is. That's how powerful He is. It is His grace. It is His goodness. And therefore, love isn't just an action. It is not just what God does, but it is His essence. It is exactly Who He is. 1 John 4, “God is love.”

I don't know who this is for today, but I want you to hear and feel it. You are the one that Jesus loves. It doesn't matter what you did; it doesn't matter how dark you feel. It doesn't matter the regrets that you carry or the shame that you endure, you are still the one that Jesus loves. Right now. I want you to say it. “I am the one that Jesus loves.” This isn't a statement of pride but a statement of truth. That's how good God is. He's right here as you are reading this blog. He is actively loving you in this very moment.

God loves you. Whatever you did, let it go. The shame, the pain, the regret. He still loves you. I pray that you would be "Convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the past, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation would be able to separate you from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord". (Romans 8:38-39)

Father, I ask today that our hearts would be open to Your love. I ask that You reveal your love and your loving kindness that draws us to you. Help us feel loved, valuable, and may your grace cause us to surrender our lives and all to You. Through Christ our Lord. Amen.  

Before I moved to Austin, I often drove here to see my family. Sometimes I would tell Ryan and Shawntel to not tell the kids I was coming in so I could surprise them. I would hide my car and then slip into a room. Then the plan was to jump in and surprise them.

But before my plan was executed, they would walk into the house and declare: “Nana’s here! I smell her!” Thankfully, it was because of the cologne I wore. They identified my scent.

As Nana, that is pleasing to my soul. To know they are drawn to me and enjoy my presence. Then, there was my husband’s scent. I keep a bottle of Abercrombie & Fitch’s “Fierce” cologne in my car, his and my favorite. I often spray a little into the a/c vents. I breathe in that wonderful aroma and precious thoughts enthrall me. He’s certainly basking in heavenly scents now. And, on this side of heaven, God wants all of us to exude His own sweet aroma to the world.

2 Corinthians 2:14 says this: “But thanks be to God! For through what Christ has done, He has triumphed over us so that now wherever we go He uses us to tell others about the Lord and to spread the Gospel LIKE A SWEET PERFUME.”

I am reminded of how important it is for believers to be the aroma, or the fragrance, of Christ. 2 Second Corinthians 2:15-16 says: “For we are the aroma of Christ to God among those who are being saved and among those who are perishing, to one a fragrance from death to death, to the other a fragrance from life to life.”

In these verses, the Apostle Paul is powerfully describing Christians as the aroma of Christ on earth. In a very real sense, believers make Christ present on earth, as He is in them. Everywhere they travel, they symbolically ‘give off the smell’ of the Savior to fellow Christians and unbelievers alike. It is an aroma that is received differently depending on one’s eternal status, being a believer or not.

So I can’t help but ask? Do I smell like Christ? Do you smell like the Savior? When both believers and unbelievers encounter us daily, do we give off an aroma that points them to our Savior, a fragrance that reminds them of the beauty of Christ? And when they do smell us, does our scent reveal who we really are?

Just like my scent made me easily identifiable to my grandsons and my husband’s scent identifiable to me, does our scent make us easily identifiable as followers of Christ in a dark and dying world?

If not, shouldn’t we become scented with our Lord’s love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control aka that beautiful scent of the Fruit of the Spirit? (Galatians 5:22-23). I want to apply that scent daily. How about you?

Celebrating Life

Life should not only be lived. It should be celebrated. Our family is BIG on birthdays. We are still here for a reason, so it SHOULD be a BIG DEAL to us! My son, Ryan, got off easy this 55th year. He didn’t get all the “you’re old” jokes like he did on his 50th. My timeline showed up with my blog for his 50th. I laughed when I read his boys’ comments:

"Dad, you might need to get a walker with the tennis balls on the bottom.” "Dad, at your age now, you better watch out with all that crying because it'll be harder to bounce back from all the dehydration." "Do you need help crossing the road?" "Can you hear me now?" Ryan, a runner, heard this: “At your age, Dad, you gotta' be careful about hip fractures."

This year, everyone was tenderhearted and spoke from their heart of gratitude for their dad, husband, and son. It was such a special time of the honoree feeling esteemed, loved, and valued. Sincere, heartfelt words. That’s reason enough for celebrating someone’s birthday.

We often downplay having another birthday. But we shouldn’t. The older we get, the more we should be celebrated. We give a huge birthday party for a one-year-old who won’t even remember his first birthday, but those who have conquered year after year and are still here fighting the good fight are the ones to be celebrated. We EARNED this birthday. We made it another year.

Let’s be clear – it’s not as much about the presents, as it is of the PRESENCE of those who love us and make us feel we are special. Mr. Entertainer, my son, who usually wants a big birthday celebration with many friends involved, this year wanted just us – his immediate family. It was a sweet, intimate time, with lots of laughter and tears.

No matter who you are or whether you had an ideal family life, you always were and always will be a treasure, and on your birthday, you get to rock that truth. Birthdays say, “You’re special!” That’s what we do with the red “special plate” for the birthday guy or girl, and we take turns sharing how special they are to us. Birthdays represent our God-given mission and destiny and every year that we’re here, we get to celebrate our journey.

And with each year we can celebrate -- not for just THE day, but EACH day that God gives us. Celebrating it with a merry heart, a glad heart, a thankful heart, a forgiving heart, a heart open to the abundance of God's love.

I have a friend who doesn't wait to be celebrated on her birthday. She throws her own birthday bash and invites us to join her on her BIG DAY. I love that. You want friends? Be a friend. You want a party? Throw a party and BE the party!

A birthday isn’t just the day we slid through the birth canal. It is also the day we came into the world and began our lifelong God-given assignment. Every year on that day, we can imagine God and a choir of angels singing: “This is the day. This is the day that the Lord made YOU; that the Lord made you. We will rejoice. We will rejoice and be glad in it!”

Bless birthdays. Whether you or 6 or 26 or 96, we’re celebrating the gift of you to us. You are still bearing fruit. You are still here. You are not done! Happy Birthday to YOU! 

Our Divine Palindrome

 

Sunday, the 24th, was my son’s birthday. Thanks to all who helped me celebrate him here on FB. That morning, we were text messaging our birthday wishes to Ryan within our family group. His son, Barrett aka Bear, sent him this message: “Happy birthday, Dad! The big 55! It’s your once-a-decade palindrome year!”

I didn’t recognize the word: palindrome. So, I researched. A palindrome is a word or words or numbers that read the same forwards and backwards like "pop, LOL, bob, level, deed, mom, dad, sis, etc.”.

A palindrome year is one when the digits are the same in reverse like 1881, 1991, and 2002. I’ve made it through two of those years! And now, I know that it is a palindrome and get a little giddy when my digital clock hits a magical number like 12:21 or 10:01 or 5:05.

The inquiring mind that I have dug a little deeper. Do you know the only proper name in the New Testament that is a palindrome? Hint: It is a woman’s name. One associated with baby Jesus and the temple. It is Anna, the prophetess who prophesied when the 40-day-old baby Jesus was brought to the temple.

I’m getting wordy these days. I enjoy my daily fix of “Wordle” the New York Times word game, but now another “word” door has opened to me. I think I'll be watching and listening for palindromes.

Right here among us is a palindrome: Hannah, our Bear’s girlfriend, And, Hannah, in the Old Testament, was the mother of Samuel, the Jewish judge. She was childless until she prayed for a son and promised to dedicate him to God. Her prayers were answered.

I am sure you’re wondering where I am going with my fixation on “palindrome” It is another aha moment that God gave me for another blog. He always shows up for me when my inquiring mind is curious and starts to inquire.

Did you know that God is a fan of palindromes? The way we come to God is the same way that God comes to us. God comes to us in Jesus. See the palindrome there? Us-Jesus-God, God-Jesus-Us.

In the Old Testament, people longed to see God face to face. But Scripture is clear: a mortal can not look at a holy God and expect to live (Genesis 32:30). Yet in His radical grace, God did not leave us alone and wishing for connection with Him. Instead, He sent us a divine “palindrome”: Jesus, Who mediates between us and the Father.

Jesus, Who enables us to see the Father’s face and not die. Jesus, Who takes on our sin so we can stand in the presence of perfection. Jesus, Who intercedes on our behalf before a holy God.

This is the gospel — the good news that our sins are laid on Christ and His righteousness is laid on us, and this great exchange becomes ours not by works but by faith alone. “By grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast.” (Ephesians 2:8-9)

Let’s not dare miss this priceless and rare gift – this divine palindrome that allows us to come into the presence of LOVE Himself!

A Firm Foundation

 

This blog was inspired by reading my cousins’ FB post a few days ago. They are celebrating their 8th anniversary and Adriane’s words remind me of our faith journey:

“Today we celebrate eight years of marriage. EIGHT?!? How can time move so slowly and so quickly at the same time? As I reflect on this past year, what stands out the most is God’s miraculous provision for our family.

This past year brought about the loss of both mine and Chad’s tutoring jobs (1/3 of our income), just as gas prices began to soar and inflation rose in every sector of life. This financial squeeze has presented some massive challenges for us.

As we have sought God for His plan for our family, we have learned what full dependency and true faith in God really looks like. We’ve gone from fighting against circumstances to leaning into rest and finding peace in the still, quiet voice of our Father.

Over the course of the last twelve months, God has provided miraculously for us and gone above meeting our needs. Though we both still have our moments struggling with surrendering our plans to a higher plan, I’m so thankful that God has given us this past year to not only grow closer to Him, but closer to one another as well. In a material sense, year eight has been nothing short of challenging.

However, in a spiritual sense, it’s been our most rewarding year together. I love you, Chad and have fallen more in love with you this year as you’ve navigated our ship into deeper waters. Here’s another year of growth, contentment, and joy.”

I heard our story in their story! The struggles and tough times created the fortitude and true grit that came from loving, serving and trusting God. Our journey grew sweeter and sweeter as the years went by and the journey was worth it!

Like me, could you hear in Adriane’s words that they were building their home on a “Solid-Rock” foundation. I know about foundations of buildings, homes, AND people. When prevailing winds and storms come (and they will), what is it that keeps structures firmly standing? What is it that gives the strength, will, and determination to outlast the storms of life?

My personal “ROCK-solid” foundation came because of having parents that loved and served God with all their hearts and modeled that love to me daily. Sure, it took methodical training, teaching and living the example before me.

My husband built several of our homes. It seemed the foundation part of building those homes took forever. But he was ensuring that those homes were being built on firm foundation -- so much so that he reinforced the foundation with steel and concrete.

That's what my parents were doing when they took me to church to reinforce everything they were teaching me at home. I learned and memorized scriptures that supported my faith and God's love for me. Those scriptures have been my lifeline throughout my life.

I remember Robert Schuller’s book entitled “Tough Times Don’t Last – But Tough People Do!” I've known some tough people that weathered some of the greatest storms of life and they did so because of their Anchor, their Rock, their Fortress Who was their FIRM foundation.

Maybe your foundation feels a little shaky today. Your faith and emotions may be getting the best of you and you are wondering if you'll survive the storms that surround you. The first part of Jesus' parable about the builders goes like this: "Therefore, whoever hears these sayings of Mine, and does them, I will liken him to a wise man who built his house on the rock......"

Begin to reinforce and build that firm foundation of Jesus Christ in you and your family's lives. He is that ROCK-solid foundation that will give you the stability your heart and life needs now and in the future.

Like my cousins did, trust in Him and His ability to carry you through the toughest of storms and that in doing so, you will never be shaken but will stand....and stand strong!

"On Christ the solid rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand!"

The Blessing of My Firstborn

We’ll soon meet up at church to offer up praise to God for His overwhelming goodness. We’ll be celebrating the entire day that will conclude with a great meal at a favorite restaurant. And, the "special plate" will show up which means each of us telling him why he is special to us. 

But first things first – this mama gets to give her two cents worth. When he was born, I was a love-struck mother. His dad, me and God created his first heartbeat, and my heartbeat was the first one he heard. And every Valentine’s Day, he reminds me that I was his first love.

This #1 child (in order of birth debuts) and his birthday, brings on nostalgia. My love for him and all the memories, are indelibly imprinted on my mind. I know that we are all in partnership with God in bringing these amazing human beings into this world and God does His part well!

Our Ryan Keith, our first-born was the “test-case” for two inept amateurs. No prep-training classes in those days. I remember the hospital staff showing me how to nurse this little human being. It occurred to me: “This baby is dependent on ME!" Oh, the responsibility that hit two very novice kids. I remember being shown the correct way to change his diapers, take care of his tummy button, how to bathe him and THAT WAS IT!

We were on our own. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? No formal training in baby care? Shouldn’t there be college classes for this incredible feat? Fortunately, we had our two mothers that “knew the ropes” and who guided us to expert status.

This first-born gave me the incredible gift of my cherished title: mother. My first-born and I were partners as we navigated all his first-born challenges like blow out diapers, sleepless nights and keeping him alive when he was very sick. We are still partnering. Now he helps me navigate MY life. It’s a role reversal.

He was my first time that I watched my body change and grow to accommodate a person, the first time I threw up for mornings for three long months and experienced the crazy ride of pregnancy highs and lows. The first time I nursed, the first time I planned a first birthday party.

Yes, we learn volumes with the first-born. It didn’t happen right away. But over time, through mothering him, I found out who I was and am in this role. My strengths and my weaknesses. My highs and my lows. He even gave us the courage to do the baby thing again. And, two and a half years later, came his little sister.

We literally grew up together. I was a young, inexperienced mother that knew little of raising a baby to a boy to a man. And, I made a lot of mistakes along the way, but with God’s and my precious husband’s help, he made it to the beautiful man he is today.

It seems like I blinked and no longer did I have a little boy. Now a strong and mighty man stands where that precious little man used to be. And I celebrate that man every day, but this day is his birthday.

I love this man’s heart, his passion, his leadership, and his determination to make a positive difference in so many people's lives…including mine. Stay tuned for his newest company, rolling out soon, that will do just that!

My firstborn. Yes, the memories flow today. I'm counting my blessings, the greatest of which call me Mom and Nana -- and on this day, I'm especially thankful for that little man that kick-started us into parenthood. He survived our youth and inexperience and he rocked our world!

Happy Birthday, my first-born, Ryan Wuerch! What a difference you’ve made in my life!

Filtering our Hearing

Once upon a time, to make a phone call when we were driving anywhere, we had to find a phone booth to make that call (usually found outside of a convenience store). Today, we can carry on phone conversations in our car!

With so many life-changing conveniences, we still get perturbed when we are “inconvenienced” because one of our “conveniences” has issues. Like dear Siri in my “convenient” cellphone. Sometimes she doesn’t listen well. Sometimes, Siri simply gets it wrong. I can’t tell you how many times friends and family have laughed at what I texted because Siri misunderstood me. Siri “heard”, but didn’t understand.

Lord, forgive me, because sometimes I’m just like Siri. Sometimes I hear, but don’t understand or even WANT to understand. There are times I believe God is trying to tell me something, but I choose to filter His words through my own rationale or feelings.

Like a couple of nights ago when I received a private text message asking me to be the speaker for a September retreat in Frisco, TX. My first thoughts were: “I can’t! The time isn’t right. I need to be on stand-by for my sis and mother-in-law in Tulsa who might need me. Gas prices are out the roof. This means bearing the responsibility for a successful retreat. And these days, I don’t even want the responsibility of a cat, dog, fish, or even live plants.  

I replied to the sender that we could talk the next day, but I planned on saying “no”! I breathed a “quickie” prayer asking for God’s thoughts, but I might have had my fingers in my ears!

The next morning, after my usual morning routine, I pulled out my “Wordle” spiral binder where I write down random 5-letter words for the New York Times “Wordle” game. Wordle is one of those “brain” activities that helps keep our minds sharp and intact. I opened the binder and flipped the page, and I kid you not. On that page, were these words that I had written, but don’t remember when:

“RETREAT – Elijah had called down fire from heaven. He defeated the prophets of Baal and led the Israelites back to faith in God. The long drought came to an end. Victory! But then, after one death threat from Queen Jezebel, Elijah ran. After the victory, he was worn-out, dispirited, afraid and needed angelic help. Elijah RETREATED to seek the Lord at Mt Horeb where Moses received the 10 Commandments. He arrived tired, lonely, afraid. He left with a renewed sense of confidence and direction. Are you drained physically, emotionally, spiritually discouraged, weary? What do you do? Let’s go on a RETREAT today! Let’s take time with Jesus.”

I can’t make this stuff up. God wasn’t about to let me say “NO”! Divine intervention comes in many ways. Sometimes it may be through His Word when we open it. Sometimes it may come through a friend or relative. Sometimes it can come directly through His still small voice. Never should we EVER discard God’s voice through whatever means He so chooses. This day, He was loud and clear through a notebook that I must have quickly needed to use to take notes.

Today, I believe the Lord is saying to me AND you to keep our ears and eyes open to His leading – to His voice – however He chooses. I hear Him saying, “Donna, can you hear me now?” And, Donna says in reply: “Forgive me, Lord! Here I am. Send me! May my filter always be YOU, Your love, and Your Word.”

BTW – after the precious retreat director and I talked and prayed, plus the notebook, I said, “Yes!”

"My sheep hear my voice. I know them, and they follow me."
John 10:27

Let's Be Different

 

Just go to social media or the news if you enjoy hearing ranting and raving about this or that. We’ve gotten so used to it that we consider it just “normal”. Me? I exit out of that atmosphere quickly!

How “different” are we from what is “normal” to others? Some say that “It’s NORMAL to be stressed, fearful, overwhelmed, angry, sad, and it’s okay to have a bad attitude.” Some folks snap at the least resistance to their way of doing things. Then there are those who agree to disagree. Those “normal” characteristics are highly overrated!

I cringe when I am in the company of people who carry negativity around with them like it is their comfort blanket. In fact, their “blankie” is Murphy’s Law which states: “If anything can go wrong, it will.” “Nothing is as easy as it looks.” “Everything takes longer than you think it will.”
“If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.”

In my humble opinion, I think Murphy’s Law stinks! Who wants to live with that negativity mindset? Not me. My contention is that “normal” isn’t where God called us to be. He called us to live a radically ABNORMAL life where potential and possibilities loom before us every day. He called us to confidence, bravery, courage, kindness, love, joy, faith, hope and peace. Living in that mindset makes us not just different, but we are also DIFFERENCE MAKERS. We take the High Road.

Jesus told us to be so different that we can be glad in the face of being treated unfairly and wrong. WHAT? That’s just not normal. In Matthew 5:11-15, He gave us a completely DIFFERENT way to handle those normally cranky and grumpy folks. “Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of Me. Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.”

To live our best life, God wants us to be DIFFERENT. It will be different from the way the world and the enemy of our soul wants us to live. And it will be different from the way many of the people we know want us to live. It will be DIFFERENT when we don’t side in with hateful, grumpy, cynical, negative, and angry people.

There are many differences to be found in devoted God-followers. These differences are seen in our relationship with God, in our place in the world, in our purpose in life, in our personal goals, in our commitments, our motives, our values, our choices, and our beliefs. One of the greatest differences is found in the attitudes of our hearts:

~ We are LOVINGLY different -- extending His love freely and unconditionally to others.

~ We are TRUTHFULLY different -- believing the truth and loving the truth, we speak the truth and live the truth.

~ We are MERCIFULLY different -- knowing that God’s mercies are new every morning, we extend His mercies to those who have failed and disappointed us.

~ We are PRAYERFULLY different -- we pray in faith, we pray because of who God is and what He can do, we pray because of what God has said in His Word. We pray because we have the assurance that God hears us and answers our prayers.

We are NOT normal. We are DIFFERENT, and DIFFERENT never felt and looked so good! Let's be a difference maker and take a "low road" rider's hand and show them the exhilaration of victory, joy, excitement, peace, joy and happiness on the high road!  

Being Tweakable

I am ever grateful that I am no longer the shy and timid girl that I was growing up. No longer do I avoid crowds, parties, and situations that would cause me to HAVE to interact with people. Now, I am so confident of who I am – not by just how I feel about myself, but others think that I’ve always been this way. They’re shocked to think that I was once an introvert.

There’s still a little hesitancy to walk up to people and create conversation, but then I get a grip and out comes: “Good Morning. How are you today?” Yesterday, I saw a sweet lady sitting in our coffee area by herself. I spoke up and said, “Good morning, Barbara! How are you? Are you singing: “All by myself?” She laughed and said: “Aren’t you a breath of fresh air!” We spoke a few more minutes and I was on my way! I thought: “Way to go, Girl! You brightened Barbara’s day!”

Truthfully, being confident because of Whose I am (“I can do ALL things through Christ Who strengthens me.” Philippians 4:13), has provided me with many wonderful friends. I remember those words “If you want friends, you must show yourself friendly.” (Proverbs 18:24) I had to be willing to get out of my comfort zone and be willing to change. I had to become "tweak-able"! And God is STILL tweaking me daily! I sense it and, oftentimes, feel it! Ouch and oh me!

One of my favorite authors, Max Lucado, said this: “You aren’t stuck with today’s personality. You aren’t condemned to “grumpydom.” You are tweak-able! So what if you were born a bigot? You don’t have to die one. Where did we get the idea we can’t change? Where do statements come from such as, “It’s just my nature to worry,” or. . . “I’ll always be pessimistic. I’m just that way.” Or, “I have a bad temper. I can’t help the way I react.”

Would we say, “It’s just my nature to have a broken leg. I can’t do anything about it.” Of course not. If our body malfunctions, we seek help. Shouldn’t we do the same with our hearts? Can’t we seek aid for our sour attitudes? Of course, we can. With Christ’s help, we can change our hearts to have a heart like His!”

And, I add to Max’s words, if we desire to be that outgoing, optimistic, cheerful personality that others want to hang with, then, we must purpose to live outside our comfort zones. We need to be the gal or guy that we want to hang with. When we're that gal or guy – others will gravitate to our "sunny" and even "funny" dispositions. They'll want to hang with us because we exude the ONE Who lives BIG in us AND His personality ROCKS with joy, peace, abundance, patience, beauty, and a merry heart!

I love “The Chosen” TV series and, especially the upbeat, funny, and loving guy who plays Jesus! This “Jesus” has a great personality that people want to hang out with. This “Jesus” seems to always have the time to stop and care about the people. And, I know that our REAL Jesus Who lives big in us has that tender-hearted, even funny and upbeat personality, too! I want to be like Him, so…….

“Change my heart, oh God! Make it ever true. Change my heart, oh God! May I be like You! You are the Potter. I am the clay. Mold me and make me. This is what I pray!” 

Hold to God's Unchanging Hand

 

This is my Grandma and Grandpa, John & Mary Halbert. Some of you knew them on this side of heaven. Some of you know them by me talking about them here on social media. They've long been in heaven, but today I really need their example for focus on what matters most. Though they weren’t the “get down and play a game” kind-of-grandparents, they impacted my life in ways I can hardly explain.

Back in the day, I remember "testimony" services at church. That's when the pastor would invite people in the congregation to stand and give a praise report about God's goodness. I remember my grandpa’s way of giving a praise report about God’s goodness was with his beautiful baritone voice, standing up and singing: "Hold to God's unchanging hand. Hold to God's unchanging hand. Build your hopes on things eternal. Hold to God's unchanging hand." And from there he'd give witness to how the struggles in this life can be overcome if we hold God's unchanging hand.

Then my sweet grandma would stand and give her short, yet powerful and consistent "word" exhortation as she waved her hanky: "You've just got to love." Then she'd sit down. Her mission was accomplished, because everyone that knew her, felt her love, and in turn, desired to emulate that love.

They lived in a modest little home in midtown Dallas. I remember, more times than not, finding them in their rocking chairs, listening to faith-based broadcasting on their radio. Good old Southern preaching and singing. They wore their faith and love for God on the inside and outside. Sunday lunches at their house included Grandpa’s long prayer before eating. And my sweet grandma poured her love out to us by getting up very early on Sunday morning to prepare a meal for us that was fit for kings and queens.

This sweet little grandmother was also the matchmaker that brought my sweetheart and me together -- myself at age 12 and "Ronnie" aka Ron at age 13. She called to say, "Ronnie Wuerch likes you." I replied, "Tell him I like him, too!" The rest is history, but the most precious gift she ever gave me.

With this blog today, I wanted to give you an example of what “grandparenting” looked like back in the day. It wasn’t all the “go-to” places of entertainment that I’ve been good at with my grands and it wasn’t the gifts or the treasure hunts I always planned out for their birthdays. For my grandparents,, it was prayer. I know that their prayers for me, waaay back then, are still being answered today. Their prayers, like our prayers, are "perennials" (you know, the flowers/plants that come back up year after year).

Each prayer they prayed were like seeds that eventually bore fruit that has blessed not just me, but my children and their children. Just because they died, their prayers didn't. I am still reminded that the prayers of my grandparents are being answered in my life right now. Their prayers outlived them.

As I attended my “Grandmothers’ Prayer Group” last week, that’s what we did. We prayed for our grandchildren. Not just a few quick words, but we interceded for them. God knows what they face in this world -- the temptations, the struggles, and the fears.

My grandparents’ example is inbred in me now, because today, I carry on their legacy as I pray for my kids and grandkids. God hears every prayer, and every prayer is ALWAYS answered...eventually. I hope that one day, those are the memories my kids and grandkids will have about me. How about you?

"The LORD bless you and keep you;
The LORD make His face shine upon you,
And be gracious to you;
The LORD lift up His countenance upon you,
And give you peace."
(Numbers 6:24-26)

This, That, and the Other

Often our lives are made up of having a little longing for THIS or being a little offended about THAT or complaining about the OTHER. Being dissatisfied about THIS, THAT or the OTHER.

I’m guilty. Sometimes I get myself in a funk because I found a charge on my credit card statement that wasn't mine. Or, just last week (and since the beginning of June), I’ve been running in a “wild goose chase” because of my “new” printer not working and finding out I was sent the wrong printer anyway! And, then there’s the yard people who failed to blow off the grass clippings off my patio -- again!

I can get myself all tangled up in all kinds of knots when I let THIS, THAT or the OTHER keep getting to me. I deserve to feel all these dissatisfied emotions about THIS, THAT or the OTHER. Or do I? Or is God such a good, good Father that He allows annoying issues to be like the Mama bird who keeps pulling away the comfortable part of the nest to push her babies out of the nest?

Then comes a reality shake-up on what matters most. I spoke about it in my blog on Sunday – my volunteering at the food pantry and thrift store. All it takes is a little spoonful of seeing other people’s plights and hearing their stories to make my own spoonfuls seem so miniscule. I know God set me up with this opportunity. He is always up to something good to get us out of our funks and into the overflow of His blessings to us.

The manager of the Vincentian ministry asked me to come to his office for a chat. He wanted to know about my background to find out what the best “fit” might be in serving there. I’ve put two and two together. I saw the church bulletin’s announcement about this ministry and needing more help. I saw! I felt nudged! Obviously, the manager placed me where I could best use my giftings. And, of course, it was my Father’s divine set-up!

I asked how he landed in his position. A very astute Human Resources Director and heading up other large companies, as well as serving as the Assistant to the Archbishop in his hometown. Then the Archbishop was transferred to another area, so he wondered what next? After all, he has a wife and children. Then, this position at the Vincentian Center here in Austin came up by coincidence.

No. Not coincidence. God sees and God knows what is best for us. Today this man has turned a make-shift operation into a thriving business and ministry where many people donate finances, clothes, furniture, and other items because they see the good that is taking place there in helping so many people.

How can I justify longing, being offended or complaining for those really non-vital issues in my life. I know God expects more from us. He expects us to be His hands extended to a hurting world. He expects us to be a light in the darkness to the hurting: THIS child. THAT broken-hearted widow. The OTHERS who are just a hug away from our making a difference in their lives. Indeed, THE WORSHIP God wants from us is loving, caring, and helping His children – those who can’t help themselves.

"Yet a time is coming and has now come when the true worshipers will worship the Father in the Spirit and in truth, for they are the kind of worshipers the Father seeks." John 4:23

"For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in." Matthew 25:35

Sweet & Tasty Treats

I read that Krispy Kreme celebrated its 85th birthday on July 13th. AND, to celebrate, from July 11th through July 14th, they chose multiple guests each day to receive an 85th birthday card worth a dozen free glazed donuts a month for a year.

I’m sorry I missed the big celebration! Well, not really. The good Lord knows this girl could eat a dozen of those sweet, tasty, delectable, warm and close-to-heaven treats! My mouth is watering just thinking about it!

Talk about a success story! Vernon Rudolph founded Krispy Kreme on July 13, 1937 in Winston-Salem, NC. He rented a building in Old Salem to make donuts by the dozen and initially he sold them to local grocery stores, but the demand soon led him to sell his sweets directly to customers on the sidewalk through a window.  Today there are over 1,400 stores worldwide!

When I read about the celebration, I had a "blast from the past" moment, thinking about my grandkids (Payton, now age 22, and Alexia, 20) enjoying those yummy donuts. It was a sweet visual of them watching them being made, their eyes sparkling and lips watering, when the store clerk would give them a free one. That was one of Papa’s (my husband) special treat when they visited us – much to their parents’ chagrin. Oh, how those kiddos loved coming to our house – especially since their parents were health and fitness gurus at the time.

And I love this "make believe" Krispy Kreme donuts photo of my young Brennan (now 18) and Great Granny having a Krispy Kreme tea party. This will be a cherished memory forever!

We've come a long way since these photos. These were taken from a camera that held film in it. I took that film to a photo lab and they would develop them for me. Now, with our own cell phone cameras, we have instant photos we can reveal on social media or print ourselves!

Whether you have distant memories like the ones I've shared here or memories you're making today -- cherish them -- celebrate today's moments so that tomorrow you can be thankful that you "stopped and smelled the roses".....or, rather you "stopped to enjoy a yummy donut"!

And, oh, that we would savor the sweet and tasty treats that our Heavenly Father provides us from His Word (no calories involved):

"How sweet are your words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth!" Psalm 119:10

"Oh, taste and see that the LORD is good! Blessed is the man who takes refuge in him!" Psalm 34:8

"More to be desired are they than gold, even much fine gold; sweeter also than honey and drippings of the honeycomb." Psalm 19:10

A Million Dollar Gift

 

Have you ever thought those thoughts or played that game? When we were in Cabo, Ryan always came up with a subject for us to discuss around the dinner table. One of those times, he asked the question: “If you were given a million dollars, would you give it away or keep it for your family? You must choose one or the other!” When it circled to me, I said, “I would keep it and then give away as much as possible!”

The truth is, I already feel like I have a million dollars in blessings. And, I’m so practical and thrifty with the money I do have, the only thing I would want is to give away more.

I have been serving (volunteering) at the Vincentian Food Pantry and Thrift Store here in Austin. Since I enjoy estate sales and thrift stores and was an owner of an estate sale business, it’s right up my alley! Guess what area they chose for me! Jewelry! LOL! A Nordstrom’s store was going out of business and donated many of their jewelry department’s lighted cases to this ministry. There is a lot of costume jewelry, but there are also many sterling silver and gold pieces.

I was delighted that on the first day I worked there, we brought in over $600 in jewelry sales. I am a penny-pincher from being raised by parents of the “Great Depression”. I enjoy finding bargains. $60 of that $600 was from me for some of that jewelry. That night my son was taking me to see the Andrea Bocelli Concert, and the copper cuff bracelet I purchased was exactly the color of my top! Penny pinching has its benefits!

But, aside from my own delight to serve there, I thoroughly enjoy seeing people buy really nice things at greatly discounted prices that they wouldn’t otherwise be able to purchase. We had two families come in on Thursday who lost their possessions in recent fires. They received substantial vouchers and were able to obtain clothes, furniture, and other household needs.

Then, yesterday (Saturday), I was blown away when I saw a line of people receiving big boxes of food. No questions asked. Over 400 people/families received those boxes. And, the thrift store was open to the public for purchasing some great treasures. And, saying “God bless you” and “God loves you” and offering prayer is wholeheartedly welcomed there. Before the store was opened, the store manager gathered all of us for a short morning devotional and prayer. What a way to start the day!

When I am there amongst those in need and those willing to volunteer and even those of means who know a bargain, I realize the Master's touch on my life and express to Him my gratitude for the ability to serve. I don’t need to play a game of “If I were rich,” because I am rich. I don’t need someone to nurture me because I am nurtured and loved by God. 

I am the recipient of the “incomparable riches of His grace” that the Apostle Paul talked about in Ephesians 2:6-7. “And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with Him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus, in order that in the coming ages He might show the incomparable riches of His grace, expressed in His kindness to us in Christ Jesus.”

I am ever thankful that God placed a deep love within me that cares about others. I know that care because God made me whole, both spiritually and emotionally. His healing touch led me to show compassion for others who are hurting. I knew hurt – and how blessed I am to be set free to help the hurting.

When we are WHOLE – soul, spirit, and body – we don’t ever have to play the “If I were rich” game ever again, because we are rich beyond measure.

1 John 3:1 “How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are!”

Dual Citizenship Has Its Privileges

I had an “aha” moment when I handed over my passport at the Mexico customs entry. I was handing over my Rite of Passage going into Mexico and returning to the United States.

Having a passport goes way back to my teenage years but taking the time to read the first page of it goes back to a few days ago. This is what I read: "The Secretary of State of the United States of America hereby requests all whom it may concern to permit the citizen/national of the United States named herein to pass without delay or hindrance and in case of need to give all lawful aid and protection." I read those words and felt privileged.

I’ve used my passport to take me through many border crossings and I like to think that if I had ever had any kind of difficulty, anywhere in the world, I could have shown them this little blue book embossed in gold and people would have helped me because of what our country stands for in the world -- "land of the free and the home of the brave".

Too many have shed precious blood for our liberties and our privileges. I’m prouder than ever to carry an American passport. Also, I love seeing the customs agent flipping my passport pages to find a blank space to stamp that country's seal to prove I was there. Every stamp represented the privilege of entering that country with the backing of my country behind me.

Because my husband was a natural born citizen of Canada, our children are dual citizens -- of the U.S. where they were born and are also Canadian citizens. As his wife, I was welcomed in. We were graciously given the same privileges of other Canadian citizens.

But the grandest news is to have dual citizenship of this world and the citizenship of the Kingdom of God. Ephesians 2:19-20 says, "So then you are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are fellow citizens with the saints and members of the household of God, built on the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Christ Jesus Himself being the cornerstone." Being a child of God comes with the privileges of being in the family of our King of Kings and Lord of Lords.

I love, honor, and respect my dual citizenship n the U.S. AND in the Kingdom of God. As citizens and representatives of both, there are responsibilities to love, honor, protect and respect our privileges, to represent both kingdoms well. If I didn’t live in the U.S. and hadn’t become a part of the Kingdom of God, I suspect I’d be clamoring to get in.

In the Kingdom of God, the borders are wide open -- no walls, fences, and no “Do Not Enter” signs. WHOEVER you are, you can get in, too! Just look at the WHOEVERS that are privileged to live in this Kingdom:

~ “For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that WHOEVER believes in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life. (John 3:16)

~ “I am come into the world as a light, that WHOEVER believes on me should not abide in darkness.” (John 12:46)

~ “And it shall come to pass, that WHOEVER shall call on the name of the Lord shall be saved.” (Acts 2:21)

Because of our faith in Jesus Christ, we know where we’re headed, and because of the cross, we are guaranteed citizenship. It is the home and land we’ve been looking for all our lives. The color of our passport is blood red and our eternal visa has already been irrevocably stamped.

We can’t always know what our house will look like or what country we will call home for any given season, but all believers can have full confidence and deep comfort that, because of Christ, God has prepared a place for us. Indeed, we are privileged dual citizens!

 

Is it Clothes or the Heart that Makes Us?

I saw these “ancient" photos and how stylish and dressed-to-the-nines we were back then. I remembered Mark Twain’s quote: “Clothes make the man! Naked people have little or no influence on society.” I had to laugh at that thought and visual! AND, consider how many almost-naked folks should heed his words!

This photo is my Mom and her best friends, my mother and father-in-law in their Sunday best. Check out those hats and gloves! That was the church apparel style 50+ years ago. The next photo was of us 30 years ago, in our backyard -- all dressed up for church in Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada. That's what "Sunday best" looked like back in the day!

We were on purpose to dress our best. I learned that as a little girl in the "Jackie Kennedy" era when we wore the pillbox hats, gloves and frills. I remember my Mom saying that we dress up for church because we're going to be in the presence of our King and we want to give Him our best.

Though I personally still carry that mindset today as a product of my upbringing, I've come to understand that going to church and praising and thanking God is what is most important. And, clothes DON'T make the man. What makes a man is a heart after God.

I'm thrilled when I see anyone worshipping God with me in their vast array of clothing styles -- from athletic wear, ripped jeans and shorts to suits, ties, and dressy dresses. And, bless my Mama's heart! She meant well in saying "we're going to be in the presence of our King", but today I'd remind her: "Our KING lives IN us. We are the temple of the Holy Spirit." (1 Corinthians 6:19) Who is inside us -- is WHO and what that matters.

I’m not going to be that little old lady that is whining about the good old days when we did things this way or that way. This is the good new days and God wants us to COME as we are: “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30.

Where I'm going with this post is of far more value and worth than our outward appearance. God isn't looking for the perfect ensemble or the latest fashion statement. God is looking for those who desire to be His fully devoted followers. The question is: "How much time do we spend working on our hearts -- the part that matters most to God?" "Man looks on the outward appearance, but God looks on the heart." (I Samuel 17:31)

That scripture was God’s explanation to the prophet Samuel of how God could pick a shepherd boy (David) over impressive looking warriors. In this case, God had chosen a young man who didn’t look like he measured up or was even qualified for the job.

In David's case, and in our case, God is looking for those who trust Him with their whole hearts and who live with the desire to keep their hearts pure and pliable. So, let’s represent Him in the way we act and look by "dressing up" our hearts. After all, the KING is right here....right now -- taking up residence in our hearts! 

Got Mountains? Then Scale Them

 

I’m back home in my sweet spot. Actually, wherever I am, I call it my sweet spot – because wherever I go, God is right there with me. Even in the doctor’s office.

The day before leaving for Cabo, I had my annual physical check-up. Ugh! Lots of questions from my doc and then, she warned me about STDs being as prevalent in older people as younger people. I wonder: "Is it just me or does she say that to all her 'senior' patients?'" She says: "You would be surprised how many "seniors" I treat for STD! I assured her: "That's NOT me!" At the end of the check-up, she advised me it is time for a bone density test and make a quick trip to the lab for some bloodwork. My insurance requires it.

Next day after my return from Cabo, I headed to the clinic. When they took me back to the lab, I saw the lab technician’s clipboard that included a long list of what I thought were injections. WHAT? But very quickly the technician assured me that she was just drawing blood samples to test for any health conditions. Phew! What a relief that was! I was making a mountain out of a molehill! And thank God, she was a great blood-drawer because, bada bing bada boom -- I donated four vials in just moments.

That reminds me of the mountain in Cabo that I was concerned about climbing. My legs had not been at their healthiest place because of a recent fall and previous hamstring injury. But when we made it to that mountain, the paths to the top were easy-peasy. It wasn’t a mole hill but I sure made it bigger than it was.

How many times do we anticipate the worst – like a long, boring drive somewhere, but the drive became a blessing because of great conversation or great music we were listening to. Or, how about that meeting we’re dreading, and at that meeting, we hear words of truth and enlightenment that alters the course of our lives.

Matthew 17:20 says "Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there,' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you." Sometimes “mountains” might be God’s design to help us become and achieve what He created us to be and do. Everything we encounter is part of the indescribable love He has for us.

Our sovereign God wants us to scale those mountains for a “mountain-top experience” where we receive divine revelation. His revelation is always intended to grow our faith, strengthen our resolve, and equip us to take on any mountain that may be standing in our way.

As I was writing this blog, I thought about how God assures us He is always there for us, as close as our next breath. But it is up to us to call upon Him. When we do, we’ll find Him there. Even though it’s an old secular song, these might be God’s words to us today:

"There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep ME from getting to you.

If you need ME, call me
No matter where you are
No matter how far
Just call MY name
I'll be there in a hurry
You don't have to worry.

Remember the day
I set you free
I told you
You could always count on me
From that day on I made a vow
I'll be there when you want ME
Some way, somehow."

The Cleft of the Rock

My last day in Cabo meant my last morning adventure. I executed a new plan this morning. Still dark outside, I drove the golf cart with headlights on as far as I could go before I reached the sandy beach and shore. The sun was just starting to cast its dreamy colors. I heard the loudest, crashing waves and surf like I had not seen or heard before. Best of all, I had an aha moment for this blog today.

The aha was the rock formations that I had seen from a distance but today they were up close and personal. I spotted my “cleft” in the rocks. My aha was a great idea! I nestled inside those rock formations and took some selfies. Mission accomplished as you can see in these photos.

I was mesmerized by the sights and sounds all around me. I surmised that since there would be fresh seashells and coral washed in from the night before, I would treasure hunt one last time. Here is my bounty!

The sweetest memories flooded my mind from 2010, just days after my husband’s passing. I woke early each morning in Cabo to take in the magnificent sunrise on the crashing waves. I would find the cleft of the rock formations to sit beneath. How sweet was the presence of my loving Father there – especially as He restored my soul, for it had been in the valley of the shadow of death just a week before.

“What is the cleft of the rock anyway?” you may be asking. “Then the LORD said (to Moses), “There is a place near me where you may stand on a rock. When my glory passes by, I will put you in a cleft in the rock and cover you with my hand until I have passed by.” Exodus 33:21-22

In the cleft (the safe place) of the rock I hide! From what do I hide? How about fear, pain, suffering, concerns, sadness and anxiety? Maybe it is the past that hurts. We run into the cleft of the rock where there is refuge—a place to hide.

No one escapes pain of some kind. After all we live in a world of heartache and sorrow. But what joy for those who escape into the cleft of the rock. I lift my voice in praise for this place near the Lord where we can stand in His protection; a place where we are hidden beneath His hand of mercy.

Dear friends, if you are alone in the storms of life, our Lord has prepared a shelter just for you where He stands guard over you. In the cleft of THE ROCK, you are safe. You are safe from the cares of the world, safe from losing hope, and safe from living a life without love.

Let go of all you cling to and run. Run into the cleft of the rock where God is waiting to shield you! David was always in some kind of trouble but he knew where to go for safety and peace. In Psalm 18:2 he wrote: “The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.” I really think he was in the cleft of the rock when he wrote those words.

We may never have circumstances like Moses or David did, but we all need clefts for safety. As Christians, we have a very tangible enemy with a very real presence, that seeks to destroy and steal our faith and courage. Our need for a place of refuge is real. But, really, our cleft is not carved from rock or stone, God makes for us a cleft of safety in the palms of His hands.

When the enemy circles the skies above us like a hawk eyeing a prey, the Lord provides a cleft as our hiding place. If life is overwhelming you today, join me in the cleft where we find our answers, our peace, our comfort.

“He hides my soul in the cleft of the rock, that shadows a dry, thirsty land. He hides my life in the depths of His love, and covers me there with His hand. And covers me there with His hand.”  

Happy Birthday to my Sweet Mama

On July 12th, 1911, a star was born. That star was my mama, Edna Pearl (Halbert) Wheat. Today she would be 111. She made it to 94 before heading to her home sweet home in heaven! If anyone deserved heaven and all it affords, Mom did. I know she earned a jeweled crown by lovingly and adoringly, at age 19, marrying my 31-year-old dad and becoming mama to his two children (Rocky & Jeannie, ages 3 & 5), plus my biological sister, Lydell, a few years later – then me, Donna, 12 years later.

I know my readers must get tired of me talking about the loves of my life so much. But, when these loves altered the course of my life in so many ways to be the woman I am today, I must give credit where credit is due. This sweet woman was my greatest life influencer. She “marked” me for loving Jesus. She “marked” me for staying so tight with Him through the ups and downs of life that I’m still standing today.

The best parts of me came from her. If ever there was an angel on earth, it was her. She was my mentor, role model and everything a mother should be. She selflessly gave -- "Just give me the fried chicken neck -- that's good enough for me." She always forgave -- "It's okay. God forgives me all the time. I sure can forgive you." She unconditionally loved "It's okay that they hurt my feelings. I love and pray for them anyway." Her integrity and honesty were of the utmost importance to her and now they are mine, too!

She gave me boundaries that worked: "Let your conscience be your guide." And those words always rang in my ears when I was choosing right or wrong.

She showed me undaunted faith and determination in the toughest of times when my daddy was so sick and when our finances were so meager. I heard her praying for me and my siblings from her bedroom. She was unquestionably the most tender, kind-hearted, loving, gentle, caring, and pure woman I have ever known. She was and is my hero. Her example made me a better me. As I type this today, I realize my shortcomings and I determine to up my game to be more like her.

The reason why I'm emphasizing her today, as such a role model, is for you and me to realize -- it's not the things or treasures or inheritance or life insurance or jewelry -- the tangible things that make us. What makes us, and the legacy we leave to our children, are the things that money could never buy.

Her influence on me caused me to be honest, to love and care passionately, to put my faith in God during the best and worst of times, to give and to suck it up when I've been hurt or offended, to trust in God's plans for my life and to leave my family with something so much more than the things that can be bought.

I intend to leave them the very best of me......and the very best of me is my precious mother's example. What are those things that you'll leave to your children and grandchildren? "Her children rise up and call her blessed...." Proverbs 31:28

To my beloved grandparents (John and Mary Pearl Halbert) in heaven, thank you for raising my mama up in the ways she should go! And, to my beloved mama, my children and grands’ mamaw, dad’s sweetheart and God’s one-of-a-kind original – Happy Heavenly Birthday, Edna Pearl! It won’t be long, and we’ll be having grand celebrations around the throne together! I can hardly wait!

P.S. Please forgive me for so many photos! I just knew some family members would like to see themselves with mom.