He calls me up and says “Honey, I’m pregnant” and then proceeds to tell me… Humor. It gets you through the tough times.
2020 – What a year this is turning out to be. Who would have thought we would be going through a pandemic? Life still goes on. Several months ago my husband went for his yearly check up. Check in. Check something. 😄 I reminded him to ask about why his voice always seemed to fade toward the end of the day. He told me – I’d be hoarse too if I had to deal with twenty plus women all day. 🤣 But he said he would ask because he had noticed the hoarseness happening more often and even at work his voice would sometimes fade. I felt bad about asking him to sometimes repeat himself but he would be talking normal and it would sound like a whisper. Once when he had to repeat something he yelled (at least he said he did) and it sounded normal. When you make a living talking to people, it’s kind of important to be able to talk.
His doctor did blood work and the normal yearly check up stuff. He sent my husband went to an Ear, Nose & Throat Specialist. They didn’t find anything of concern and thought it was possibly stress related. Possible since he does have a stressful job. Meanwhile his doctor continued to keep an eye on things and sent him to another specialist when he noticed something. They did an ultrasound and then my husband was off to another specialist because his doctor had noticed the area of concern that he had been monitoring had changed. In the midst of the doctor visits, COVID-19 made its entrance into the world. Well after multiple tests, an area of concern growing, and more specialists, we found out my husband has…
Recently I was reading a book and came across a simple yet, to me, a profound statement: “Pay It Forward”. When was the last time you hit “pause” and took a moment to reflect on how you got to where you are? The people in your life that helped mold you into the person you are? Now, I realize that this may open a can of worms, maybe stir up bad memories for some. Maybe you think there is no way you are going down that path. I get that. I used to think of myself as a survivor and having survived no way would I go down that path again. But I came to realize that I am more than a survivor, I am an overcomer, and you can be one too. Consider this, every person that has ever crossed paths with you, has helped to shape you in some small way.
Never pay back evil for evil to anyone. Respect what is right in the sight of all men. If possible, so far as it depends on you, be at peace with all men.
Have you ever worked with clay? The satisfaction of creating something out of a lump of clay as you mold and work with it until you create the vessel that fit the clay. I remember one year working with clay in art class. We each had to design our own vessel. It could be anything we wanted but we had to decide what we wanted to make. As we worked on our projects, the teacher would explain each step and had samples of what our vessels should look like at that particular stage. I don’t remember what I made, probably a small bowl or dish, but I do remember the excitement of going to class each week, and the anticipation of seeing the finished product. Since we each had created our own vessels they were all uniquely different.
But now, O Lord, You are our Father; we are the clay, and You our potter; and all we are the work of Your hand.
We are all the work of His hand. All. As I read this verse I thought about how we are each molded and shaped by the Father. He is the potter and we are the clay. He didn’t make a mistake when He created us. He knew exactly what He was doing. He knew when He created some with disabilities that they would bring glory to Him. They would be able to reach people that you or I wouldn’t be able to reach. I have two nephews, both have Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. I also have a sister-in-law with a host of disabilities. Some would say that they were mistakes. Some would say anyone with a disability was a mistake. They would be wrong. Then again some people would say that the ones who make such comments were the mistakes. But they too would be wrong.
Then God said, “Let Us make man in Our image, according to Our likeness; let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, over the birds of the air, and over the cattle, over all the earth and over every creeping thing that creeps on the earth.” So God created man in His own image; in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them.
Genesis tells us that God created man in His likeness. Which means that everyone was created in His image and therefore not a mistake. God does not make mistakes. Can’t you see the love He poured into each person He created? People He knew when He created them, would bring glory and honor to Him just because of their disabilities and how they handled life. I don’t get to see my nephews that often. Nor do I get to see my sister-in-law every day. We all live in different states, the boys with their parents live in one state, my sister-in-law in another. But each time I do see them I am amazed at their outlook on life. The boys are typical young men, one is in high school and the other is in middle school. My how time flies! My sister-in-law lives life not letting her disabilities get in her way. Sure she has issues, but it is her outlook that blesses me when I do see her.
Have you ever stopped to wonder what it must have been like at the time of creation? I can remember the excitement I felt at each stage of working on my project for class and the satisfaction when it was working out the right way. The excitement I felt back then, pales in comparison to what the Father, Son and Holy Spirit must have felt when they decided to create man. Oh to have been there! The energy that must have been flowing.
God knew exactly what He was doing when He created us. There were no mistakes. Only special people who would impact the world as only they can. So when you see one of God’s special people, remember, they too are here for a purpose. To bring glory and honor to Him. God bless!
So, one of the hardest things for me is to come up with a title for the posts. When I first started blogging I read some of the ins and outs of blogging. You have to have this or that. You have to post every day. The title needs to be an eye catcher or people won’t read it. You need, you need, you need. I used to think I could come up with a title after writing and discovered that didn’t work for me. I also tried picking a scripture and writing about something that related to the scripture and yeah, that didn’t work either.
God knew before I started blogging exactly how He wanted me to write. I’m pretty sure He was prepared for my insecurities about writing. I imagine He chuckles every time I sit down to write because it seems like I think a post is going in one direction and it takes a totally different direction leaving me to have conversations with the Lord about whether He’ssure that’s the direction I’m supposed to head in. I can almost feel His gentle touch on my shoulder as He says, Trust Me, and of course I do as we go down the path He’s guiding me on. It’s a good thing you aren’t sitting with me because you’d probably hear things like: “Are you sure about this?” and “Okay if that’s what You think…are You certain?” Get the idea? Don’t misunderstand, if I’m not on the right path, I eventually find my way there as He waits for me catch up. I’ll get to where He is and even though I may have wasted time writing my way, He patiently guides me even with all my questions. But that’s okay to ask questions. I think He would rather we ask and seek than keep silent and not find.
Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks it will be opened.
What is it that you want? What are you seeking? As you stand before the door with your hand poised to knock are you ready for it to be open to you? For when you find the door opened to you, you will find the Master waiting to welcome you. God bless! 💗
We’ve all been there at one time in our lives. Whether young or old, we’ve all experienced some form of hurt. It could have been the child waiting with anticipation for his or her parents to attend a school play only to have them forget or were too busy with work to attend. The heart begins to crack. Promises broken. Pieces begin to fall away. Or maybe it’s the adult with the promised promotion or bonus that falls through adding to the hurts already there. The list could go on forever.
The enemy whispers “nobody cares about you”, “your not worthy of the promotion”, “look at you, even God doesn’t want you”. He torments you with feelings of unworthiness, shame, betrayal. He digs in pressing on the one thing that he knows will take the wind out of your sails. He is so busy tormenting you that he lets his guard down and doesn’t notice the change in the air around him until it’s too late. He whirls around only to see the Lord picking up the pieces of your broken heart. He screams at the unfairness as he turns and tries to attack you only to find a shield around you that he can’t breach, leaving him frustrated that he lost yet another one to the Lord. I can see this handsome fallen angel shaking his fist promising next time he won’t fail as he slinks away licking his wounds of defeat.
I can almost visualize the Lord picking up the pieces of our hearts and examining each one with loving care. How He might hold the piece in His hand and pray over it taking the hurt from our lives and setting it down to pick up the next piece of hurt and continue the process until each piece has been carefully handled and prayed over. I can imagine Him looking at the pieces after handling them and seeing them put back together again. Smiling as He whispers in our ear “I am with you always.”
Isaiah 41:10 “Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, Yes, I will help you, I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.”
Can you see yourself touching the jagged pieces and wondering why He didn’t just make it smooth and whole again? I can envision Him saying something like: “You wonder why the edges aren’t smooth and whole. The jagged pieces are a reminder of what you went through and how I was there for you putting the pieces together so you could find your way home again.”
Psalms 147:3 “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”
He’s waiting on you to open the door so He can heal your broken heart. Praying for you! God Bless!