Routine:  A sequence of actions regularly followed.

I have a routine every workday morning when I am not traveling. . . when I first wake up, I say a quick prayer - which includes help everything I say and do be reflective of You.  When I get up, usually around 5:30 a.m., I have a cup (or two) of coffee and read the scripture and its application in Our Daily Bread and more recently the Dare to Be devotional written by Natalie Grant and Charlotte Gambill.  My workday begins around 6:15 a.m. with Christian music playing.  I have found the words I read and the words I hear in the songs put me in the right frame of mind and prepare me for the day.  (I do wish the "right frame of mind" lasted longer some days!)

An interesting thing happened on Valentine's Day - the scripture for Our Daily Bread was Genesis 29:16-30 and titled Second Best.  It told the story of Leah and how she knew her husband did not want her.  It went on to tell the story of the names she gave her sons and what they meant.   The first three sons had names that indicated the lack of love she felt from her husband.  Her fourth son was named Judah, meaning praise.  And although she was unloved by her husband, she realized she was greatly loved by  God. 

When I opened Dare to Be, the title was Dare to Be Beautiful.  And it was once again the story of Leah.  Leah is described as going from a place of rejection to a place of rejoicing - opening her heart and letting God love her.

Wow - two different devotionals both on the same topic. What was God trying to tell me?

It was simple - God loves me!  When I open my life to God, He will reveal the beauty that is inside.  God wants to be my constant companion.  He loves me for whom I am, flaws and all.  While people let you down, God never does.  I am so thankful for a loving and forgiving God.

Have a blessed week!

Faithful . . . To What?

Yesterday my husband and I attended a Memorial Service for my sister's father-in-law, who passed away after a long illness.  It was a blessing as he had been in much pain and now he is in the presence of Jesus.  I always enjoyed being around him, as he always made me feel part of his family.

Our two nephews and niece shared during the service about their Grandfather - the special times they shared and their many memories.  It was emotional for them and emotional for me as their Auntie to see them so sad.  It is comforting for me to know they will be comforted by Him as they go through this next year of firsts - First birthdays without their Grandpa B., first Father's Day, first Christmas, etc. 

Many other family members shared their memories as well.  When describing this Godly man, one word used over and over and over was faithful.  Faithful to his Lord, his wife and his family.
 

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So the question -

What or whom are you most faithful to?  Work &/or  Play &/or Spouse &/or Family &/or God?   These areas are in the wrong order - but could be the order for some.  I know that I struggle (more times that I would like to admit) to make my faithfulness to God my top priority - that is, my faithfulness in my time and attention. I am working on that!!

 

 

Driving home from Mr. B's Memorial Service yesterday, I saw a beautiful rainbow through the raindrops - God's visual reminder of His creation and that He is faithful - He is ALWAYS there for us during the storms.  He is faithful to me, even when I am not deserving.  I am so thankful that He loves me in spite of myself!

We sang Great is Thy Faithfulness at the end of the Memorial Service - it was Mr. B's favorite hymn. 

What would I love to hear said to me when I enter His Kingdom?  "Well done, good and faithful servant!" (Matthew 25:23)

Have a wonderfully blessed week!

Leaning on God's Word - Really?

What conclusion can be reached when a blogger hasn't had a new post in over a year?  It could mean the blog had served its purpose so it was no longer needed. Or that it was no longer important to the blogger.  In my case, it is neither.  It hasn't served its purpose (at least for me) and it is important.  But I have allowed many other things to fill my life, consume my time, and to be honest, I had not really given much thought to it (obviously!) until the beginning of this year.

Last night I attended a Dare to Be Revolution and was convicted about many things; most of all about my lack of time for Him.  I can find myself traveling for work, in a hotel room, and have time for games on social media - but no time for writing about how He impacted my life.  Wow!

So I left Dare to Be with this thought:  Make It Matter!

Make It Matter (sung by Natalie Grant)

Pack my bags and my regrets
Every moment that I've wasted
Chasing after my pursuit of happiness
Has only left me searching, there must be more

Take my life and lift me up to the sky
Take my dreams and help me to fly
On the wings of possibility
Come rewrite my history

'Til it's only You I'm chasing after
Take this life and make it matter

Help me give more than I take
And let me see into somebody else's heartache
And be the difference love can make
My heart is finding there's gotta be, gotta be more

Take my life and lift me up to the sky
Take my dreams and help me to fly
On the wings of possibility
Come rewrite my history

'Til it's only You I'm chasing after
Take this life and make it matter

Only one life to live
Only one love to give
Only one life, only one love
So make it, make it matter

Only one life to live
Only one love to give
Only one life, only one love
Make it, make it matter

Only one life
Only one love
Give my life
Take it, make it matter

Pack my bags and my regrets

Take my life and lift me up to the sky
Take my dreams and help me to fly
On the wings of possibility
Come rewrite my history

'Til it's only You I'm chasing after
Take this life and make it matter
Make it, make it matter

Only one life
Only one love
I've got only one life
To make it matter
Until next month . . .

Aloha . . .

There are no excuses for the months without a post.  All I can say is that things have been crazy - crazy busy.  And human nature being what it is, the longer I went without a post the harder it was to get back into it.    I have let myself down . . . again.  How is it that I have been able to find time for all the other things going on in my life, yet have failed to take "blogging" time for the most important thing in my life - my relationship with Christ?

I am working in Hawaii this week and my husband was able to join me this trip.  This morning we went to Hope Chapel Waikiki - a place where I am able to get spiritually fed.  I LOVE this church and what this church does for the community. There are so many outreach ministries.  I LOVE the  praise music - many of the same songs we sing in our home church but with the Hawaiian style.  The message today touched me during the service, but it really touched me a couple of hours later. 

While my husband stayed on the beach, under an umbrella, I spent time in the water floating around on an air mattress.  Being on the water is total relaxation for me . . .  hearing the waves coming in, the soft murmer of people's voices, and the warmth of the sun.  A perfect time to think about God's creation and my relationship with Him.  I was going over the words I heard during church and was immediately convicted.  Let me explain.

Yesterday morning on our way to Hawaii I experienced something for the first time - going through a body scan at the airport only to be taken aside and told that because of an "anomoly" on my chest area, they needed to do additional screening.  When I asked the extent of the additional screening that was going to be done in the open with everyone around, I stated I was not comfortable.  So, I was told that I either allowed the search there or I would have to have a full body search in a private area.  I chose to be taken to a private room with two female TSA employees where I was the recipient of a very, very invasive body search. I told the TSA officer I was uncomfortable with where she was touching me to which I was told I had a choice - I could choose not to fly.  Sparing the details, , I will say that in addition I was treated and talked to very disrespectfully.  When they were done, I left so shook up that I cried and felt anxiety unlike anything I had experienced.   It was a horrible way to start a trip to Hawaii.

After church and while on the water enjoying God's creation, it became very clear to me - I needed to forgive the TSA workers for how they treated me  - I needed to let go!  Time I spent thinking about it, talking about it and wondering what was going to happen when I reported them to Homeland Security was time better spent elsewhere.  Thinking about them and harboring anger was not impacting them at all - it was only impacting me and those around me.

By the way, I realized what the "anomoly" was - I am pretty sure it was the trace amount of pink glitter above the scoop of the neckline on my top - I had a pink top and thought the glitter added a little fun. 

Therefore, as God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.  Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you.  Colossians 3:12-14 

Veggie Tales At Any Age!

Veggie Tales was not around when our daughter was young.  Honestly, when I first heard them, I thought their voices were irritating although I understood they delivered positive messages for children.  I was a little surprised when I actually bought their CD. The reason?  It was the only CD for children that contained the song, Lord I Lift Your Name on High.  A favorite of mine, every Sunday School class I have ever taught ends with this song being sung by the children with the accompanying hand motions.  Every AWANA Council Time begins with this song.    This song says it all - Christ came to down from heaven to save us.  To save me and to save you.  So, I wanted to have the children sing to music; thus, the Veggie Tales CD.

Lord, I lift Your name on high
Lord, I love to sing Your praises
I'm so glad Your in my life
I'm so glad You came to save us
You came from heaven to earth
To show the way
From the earth to the cross
My debt to pay
From the cross to the grave
From the grave to the sky
Lord, I lift Your name on high

Lord, I lift Your name on high
Lord, I love to sing Your praises
I'm so glad Your in my life
I'm so glad You came to save us
You came from heaven to earth
To show the way
From the earth to the cross
My debt to pay
From the cross to the grave
From the grave to the sky
Lord, I lift Your name on high


I recently visited my granddaughters and took the CD with me.  I wanted to teach my almost 3 and almost 5 year old precious granddaughters my favorite song.  But that is not what happened - they taught me a song and dance.  

While I was going through the songs to get to Track 9, my older granddaughter started dancing to Track 3 and she told me she knew that song.  Come to find out, her preschool had learned a dance to Track 3 and would be performing it at their upcoming preschool graduation.  The song?  Track 3 Every Move I Make.  I love watching them with big smiles on their faces. I know God is smiling as well!  His children praising Him!

This is now my favorite song on the CD.  I can no longer listen to this song without remembering  the joy on my granddaughters' faces as they danced and sang about our Lord.  I undoubtedly have a smile on my face the entire song.  I also find myself making the handmotions when I am at home listening to the song.  But it is not just the memory of my precious granddaughters singing and dancing that makes me enjoy this song.

It is the words to the song - the words that challenge me to be a better Christian.  That every move I make and every breath I take is for my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ; that everywhere I look I see Him and am reminded that I have been truly captured by His Love.  

Veggie Tales is played constantly in my car and I rock out with them - no longer are their voices irritating.  Veggie Tales is not just for children!

Next week we are traveling 3000 miles to attend our granddaughter's preschool graduation.  Who knows, maybe I will post the video of her singing this song!

May you have a blessed week and may every step, move and breath be for Him.

Every move I make
I make in You
You make me move, Jesus
Every breath I take
I breathe in You

Every step I take
I take in You
You are my way, Jesus
Every breath I take
I breathe in You

Waves of mercy
Waves of grace
Everywhere I look
I see Your face
Your love has captured me
Oh my God, this love
How can it be

 

What Will I Leave Behind?

I missed last week’s Thursday Ramblings From the Road.  Wednesday, I knew I needed to put fingers to keyboard.  But while I was able to do so, it was all work.  I was disappointed in myself and knew that I could not let it happen two weeks in a row.   So now I sit, pondering about what I should write. 

When I have the thought or an inspiration of what to write, I usually go with it.  This week is different.  I have felt the need to consider what you the reader will think.  So, I push it back and within minutes it makes itself back to the forefront.  After 10 or 15 minutes of “come forward” and “push back” it is clear to me that I should write about the original inspiration.  So bear with me, here goes.

A terrorist died this week.  There seems to be much debate over whether or not we as Christians should “celebrate” the death of another.  That, however, is not the subject of this writing.  The legacy lthe terrorist left behind is.

I have wondered at random times this week who is mourning his passing?  How many family, friends, or co-workers (?) are sad?  If he had had a typical memorial service, how many people would have waited for the microphone so they could share a memory? And, would that memory be funny or sad?   I am pretty sure I know how he will be remembered by most of the world, but how will he be remembered by those that he loved, those closest to him?  What is his legacy?

This caused me to think about my legacy.  While I am not comparing myself to a terrorist, I like him am a human being.    When I join my father and other loved ones in heaven, sitting at the feet of Jesus, what memories will I have left behind?  How will I be remembered? 

I want to be remembered as a daughter, sister, wife, mother, grandmother and child of God.  Someone who lived for Christ.  Someone who internally and externally demonstrated the fruits of the spirit.  Someone who tried to leave the world a better place.  Someone who was seen as a Godly woman more often than she was not.  Someone who loved to worship through song.  Someone who loved teaching children about our Lord.    Someone with a sense of humor that admittedly at times pushed the envelope.  Someone who was truly blessed.  Someone who had a positive impact on others and spent more time building others up as opposed to tearing them down.  Someone who wasn’t afraid to share her faith with strangers.   

I cannot leave this legacy without God.  It is only through Him and with Him that I can become the child He wants me to be.  Every day brings it own challenges, but I cannot do it on my own.    Nor do I want to.  I have tried and it does not work!  This is the message I shared with the young woman sitting next to me on the plane last week. 

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.  Galatians 5:22-23

 

Have a blessed week . . .   

Lions and Tigers and Bears Oh No. . . and Leprechauns

When I was about 3 ½ years old, we lived in Fort Devens, Massachusetts.  One night I had a nightmare during which I woke up terrified that there were bears in our house.  My mother came into my bedroom and held me, telling me I was just having a bad dream and that there were not bears in our house.  I did not believe it – there WERE bears in the house. And, they weren’t just any bears -  they looked just like Dancing Bear on Captain Kangaroo.  As I continued to cry, mom took me around the entire house, opening closet doors and even taking me down to the basement to prove there were no bears.  She then tucked me back into bed, gave me a kiss and I eventually went back to sleep.

I was reminded of this story when visiting my daughter and her family in Georgia this past week.  On the first night I was there, my 4-year old granddaughter told me she was afraid of leprechauns.  I had to stop a smile from appearing on my face as she was telling me that leprechauns are little, they carry a hammer that they hit you with, and they take your gold.  She even made a noise and told me that was the sound she heard from the leprechaun in her preschool classroom.   She was dead serious.   I reminded her that leprechauns were pretend, and we played a little game of “Is it real or is it pretend?”.  This game consisted of me saying something and she would say whether it was real or pretend.  Each time I said leprechaun she correctly said pretend . . . but I could tell she wasn’t quite sold.

The last night I was there, I was tucking her into bed when she brought up leprechauns.  I asked her why she was scared. She told me her teacher had read a story about leprechauns and that she had a scary dream about them that night.  I asked her if leprechauns were real or pretend. Again, she said pretend but was obviously still afraid of them.  I shared with her that when I am scared about something, I ask Jesus to help me – to keep me safe – to make it go away.  I asked her if that sounded like a good idea and she said yes. So, Grandma prayed with her little granddaughter.

What is the “leprechaun” in your life?   What is it that you fear – what keeps you awake or scares you during the night:  Finances?  Relationships?  Your Job? 

Do you let God get you through these fears?  Scripture tells us that worrying is not good. 

Proverbs 12:25
Worry weighs a person down; an encouraging word cheers a person up.

God wants us to need Him, to rely on Him to get us through our fears and worries. He wants to help us deal with the "leprechauns" in our life.

Philippians 4:6-7
Don't worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus.

Will you let Him?