Saturday, August 13, 2016

Immersion Into Perfection

As I totally immersed myself in a friends pool, I was reminded of how God immerses us in his invisible yet ever so real being. It's funny because the more aware I am of this union, the more complete and alive I feel.

There is meaning in every moment of the day. Whether a quiet or chaotic time, I can pause, whisper the name Jesus and feel the light within me glow. I can thank him for this wonderful me he made. As I push aside the worries about the boys and my job, the pressures of work left undone at home, the physical parts of me that are feeling 50 some years old, I am reminded of my perfection in him and the gifts he has blessed me with that are mine alone. How grateful I am.

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Three Years Today

As I sat down today to do my daily devotion, I realized it was 3 years almost to the minute that Steven passed away. It was a sad day but one that was anticipated. I'm glad I was not alone. My sister and Steven's brother had came to be with us both through the end.

Steven simply would not give up. He took the minimal amount of pain medication and would not talk about the fact that he was dying. He was a fighter, and that fighter is still missed by me.

It is only by the grace of God and his plan of well placed family and friends that I've made it thus far. Plus, the learned ability to ask for help. This is a skill I am still working on. Who knew this independent, decision making woman would emerge from all this?

So how appropriate that it should storm now. I hear the thunder moving in. It will be a doozy with all the humidity. He would have enjoyed this with me. And who knows, maybe he is.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Who Else Would Do This?

In my devotion for today I read how God rejoices over me with gladness. This amazes me because honestly, I can't think of this happening in my past living in this world. I love this idea. I'm here, in this moment, this day, right where he wants me to be. And I'm going to cling to the idea all day, and even a visual of Him rejoicing...over me...with gladness. Thank you God!

Friday, May 20, 2016

And I Thought Abraham Had It Hard

As I listened to a sermon on Abraham's obedience in sacrificing Isaac as an offering, I said a quick prayer asking God to not ask me to ever do that. And I heard His say in my head, that I already am, every day.

It brought tears to my eyes as I realized He was right. My hands are tied as far as their salvation and all I can do is offer them to God in trust. It is both a blessing and a curse. It's a blessing because I can only show by example the joy and peace obtainable from God, and a curse because I love them more than life itself and can't for one second imagine the alternative of eternity in heaven.


Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Home Is Where We All Want To Be

We have a tear off portion on our bulletin at church. You can write out a prayer request and drop it in the offering. Or you can put in a prayer request at our website. These are printed out and as a staff, we gather and pray for each one of these. It was incredible how many of these there were at our Easter services. So many sad situations like illness, finances, unemployment, relationships and so on.

But there one short request that has been on my heart. All it said was, I hope I can go home soon. It made me wonder the circumstance behind it. Was it a teenager, a husband or wife estranged? Perhaps a hospitalization, rehab or foster home were the separating culprit. Regardless, it made me thankful to...be home. It's just me and my plants so there is not a lot of welcoming when I come in the door, but it is home.

I pray for this person, to soon be home.

Sunday, April 17, 2016

The Last Sermon on Healing

As I listened to the sermon this week on God's ability to heal, I was reminded of the last time Steven came to church with me. Ironically, it was also on healing. I thought of him the whole time the pastor spoke, knowing it wasn't irony at all that he was here for this message but wondering what he was thinking. Church had never been a comfortable place for him. And especially now when the odds of catching a cold were much more likely around this many people.

I knew Steven probably would not be healed from the cancer that had left him bald, weak and with only a whisper for a voice. But it did not stop me from the mantra prayer that came as easily those days as breathing. "Please God"

I was silent as we left the church. We walked not hand in hand like we used to, but slowly, weakly, as one who had to deal with poison in their veins and radiation in their brain. He finally spoke,
 saying simply, "I guess I needed to hear that."

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Is A Dream Better Than Nothing At All

I had the weirdest dream last night that I was held. Held as in man and wife at night sleeping. It wasn't a sexual thing at all, just that physical warm enfolding that we take for granted when we are married for years.

But, I woke up sad and missing Steven. We knew just how to fit. Someday, I'll have that again. And he and I will learn. It seemed so long ago since I had been held while I slept. I don't know why I can't be happy I had it in a dream.