As we enter into our Easter celebrations this week I can’t help but reflect on what Easter means. At the age of five one Sunday afternoon after church I remember hearing a voice louder than anything I could hear with my ears yet it was still and soft. The voice of Jesus was simply saying “Anita you need me.” With the pure faith of a child I went to my mom and told her I needed to ask Jesus into my heart. That afternoon we knelt by our 1970’s yellow and brown floral couch and I prayed to ask for forgiveness of my sins and for Jesus live in my heart. At the age of five there was not a true grasp of sin, Jesus was my best friend and I loved Him and knew that His love for me was greater than any kind of love. It was that simple. As I grew fears started to creep in. At the age of nine we moved to a new town and I desperately wanted to make friends and fit in. It was the first time in my life that I started to fear rejection. As pride, selfishness, vanity, and fears grew within me I started to focus more on pleasing the world instead of God. There was a time in my life that I lived a double life of acting out the church charade, but in the meantime strived to please my friends and sought after their approval instead of God’s. Of course with stepping outside of God’s protection there were consequences, guilt, shame, and pain that came along with my own way of choosing the paths in my life. You see I had no idea what my weaknesses were as a child. As a child I had no idea how very wicked and selfish my own heart could be. (Jeremiah 17:9) As we think or state out loud the “I would never do’s” Satan is listening very closely and at the right time will place the temptations and circumstances in our paths to test the “I would never do’s”. (1 Peter 5:8) It has been through my mistakes that God has shown me the depth of what Jesus did for me and for the world. You see God loves us so much that He sent His only Son Jesus, God in the flesh, to pay the price for our sin. (John 3:16) The realization that Jesus took every sin of mine and of all people upon Himself on that cross is mind boggling. It is a love that is so personal to know that despite my mistakes He loves me and calls me by name. At the age of five He already knew there would be a time I would try to step out on my own and test the teaching of the Bible. He called to me anyway. It is through my mistakes that I realize how I deserve nothing but death. (Romans 6:23) Because of God’s grace and mercy I have the gift of an abundant joy in life here on earth no matter my trials and eternal life in heaven when the time comes for my last breath. Easter is the celebration that Jesus is God. That He proved who He said He was by conquering death and raising again. He conquered sin, death, and brings true peace to the lives of those who truly give their all to Him. Our pastor discussed tonight how Satan wants to expose our sins and weaknesses to use against us. God allows our sin and weakness to be revealed so that we can give it all to Him. When we surrender our weaknesses to Him He then can refine us into the person He created us to be. He then can show us our true purpose in life. So Easter is a time to reflect on a love greater than anything this world could ever offer us. Jesus is alive and He is personal. He wants to be our friend and reveal to us the beauty our lives can have through having a relationship with Him.
If we Take the Time to Listen
Sometimes it is the smallest of meetings, the tiny conversations held with a stranger that makes such an impact on life. There have been far too many significant people whose life path has crossed my own for me to believe that anything happens by chance in this life. One thing I have noted in my life especially in raising children, and teaching children in various church ministries is that children need to be listened to. As adults we get so wrapped up into all of our tasks and busy lives that we so often miss the profound wisdom that can only come from the mouth of a child. So often I learn so much more about life from a conversation with one child than I ever can from conversations with ten adults. About a year and a half ago I shared a story on my face book page of one of God’s divine appointments. One of the sweet blessings I am referring to. A coworker of mine had asked me to trade and come in to work at eight a.m. instead of nine a.m. By doing so I had the opportunity to meet a delightful four year old little girl. We had quite the lengthy conversation. We discovered that both of our names start with “A”, both born in March, both love to sing and dance, both have a big dog and a little dog, she loves turtles and I have a pet turtle, and best of all we both (in her words) are “getting to know Jesus more and more.” She held her little cupped hand up into the air and said “Jesus holds me like this!” I agreed and cupped both of my hands together and said “Yes, and he holds the whole world like this!” I told her there is even a song about it! She went on to tell me about the picture of Jesus on the cross at her grandparents and that he died and rose again. We discussed the fact that he did that for us to pay for our sins that we would no longer be separated from God because of our sins. She also told me that there is “No one stronger than Jesus!” A divine appointment for our paths to cross? I think yes!!! She referred to me as her “friend”. I pray she keeps her pure faith and boldness to talk about it! She also was telling me of a bridal shower she attended and that “No one actually takes a bath or shower!” What a sweet surprise she was in my day. If I don’t get to see her again in this life we will have all of eternity to continue our delightful conversation! This sweet angel had so much to share. As a mother one of the greatest things I have learned is to listen. Children need the affirmation that what they have to say is important. That everything about them is important. Have I perfected the art of listening? Most definitely not, I am far from perfection. I can see in the eyes of my children if I have affirmed them or crushed them by my attitude, lack of listening, and by my own words. We all need to be heard. To have our cares and troubles affirmed as important. There is One that we can all have that affirmation from one hundred percent of the time. Jesus is always there and always listening. Whatever our care, worry, trial, or triumph He wants us to tell him. He is always listening. He IS the perfection to the art of listening and giving affirmation. Yes you matter, yes your feelings count, and yes I loved you so much to die for you my dear child. 1 John 5:14-15 “This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to His will, he hears us. And if we know that he hears us-whatever we ask-we know that we have what we asked of him.” Romans 5:8 “But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”
Most Times Our Way is for the Birds
For nearly a week now there has been a bird flying into one of the windows to our unfinished basement. At this point in my life I have come to the realization that God can speak and teach through absolutely everything. Every event in life, every person, and every circumstance has significance. This bird for days now has taken flight from the ground just below the window ledge and flies directly into the window pane. It makes a loud dong noise that echoes from the basement on up the stairwell. Part of me wants to go talk to the bird and explain that what it is doing is only going to hurt and possibly lead to death. I want to point out the nice trees and bushes all around to the bird. Explain to the bird that they are available to make a nice cozy nest to rest it’s now…
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Most Times Our Way is for the Birds
For nearly a week now there has been a bird flying into one of the windows to our unfinished basement. At this point in my life I have come to the realization that God can speak and teach through absolutely everything. Every event in life, every person, and every circumstance has significance. This bird for days now has taken flight from the ground just below the window ledge and flies directly into the window pane. It makes a loud dong noise that echoes from the basement on up the stairwell. Part of me wants to go talk to the bird and explain that what it is doing is only going to hurt and possibly lead to death. I want to point out the nice trees and bushes all around to the bird. Explain to the bird that they are available to make a nice cozy nest to rest it’s now injured head. Part of me wants to tell it that I would love to invite it inside, but that isn’t the best place for it. There is not a supply of worms and insects for it to maintain its nourishment within our home (at least I hope not). My words would not be understood by the bird I would only frighten it. It does not have the ability to reason as we as human beings have. The only one who can truly help this little bird is God Himself. Thinking of this little bird I am reminded of myself and of all human beings. Like the bird how often do we repeat behaviors time and time again only to find that it is a dead end, destructive, and brings significant consequence to our lives? However we continue on in our pattern because it is what we have grown accustomed to. Maybe it is the fear of letting go of what actually brings us harm and enslaves us. Do we actually fear freedom? In my own life there was a time that I tried to do things on my own. I was blessed with God fearing parents and instruction from God’s Word from the day I was born. Yet still there was this side of me that was determined to find things out on my own. My actions quickly led to consequence and pain that was brought on purely by my own decisions. Thankfully God protected me from complete destruction and death and has come to show me what true living really is. There are many choices and patterns in life that lead to destruction. My greatest problem was putting friends and boyfriends before God. For a time I was one that followed down destructive paths instead of taking a stand and leading others down the right path. One may think most often of the addiction to drugs and chemical substances as this sort of life I am speaking of. As we see someone we care about continuously hurting themselves again and again knowing that one of the times their high will lead to death. It may be seeing someone you love continuously going back to an abusive relationship wondering is the next time going to be the time he actually kills her. Addictions come in every form, food, money, power, our jobs, sex, and even our relationships. Too much of anything can bring destruction. There are even church-aholics that are so busy with ministries through their church that they may forget what is truly important. What is most important is a relationship with Jesus. As I think of everything involved in life, relationships, eating, sleeping, what we spend our money on, and what we spend our time doing there are only two things I can think of that cannot be “ too much” even of a good thing. The two things are time with Jesus and time in the Word of God. Of course we have lives to live, but what I mean is continuously being in a mindset of conversing, praying to Jesus. Continuous prayer means running our words, actions, and thoughts through Him first before we react in life’s situations. There can never be too much time spent in the Word of God, the Bible. It is crazy to think that the two things that we can never overdose on are what we spend the very least amount of time doing. How often are we like this bird just beating our heads against a wall hitting dead end after dead end. Jesus leads us to the safest, most joyful life that leads to eternity. We still have struggles in life, but I have to say that in my darkest times that is when I feel Him the most. He pulls me through stronger and better than I was on the other side of that pain. Praise God I am more addicted to Jesus and His Word every day!!!
A Balloon Artist and Life’s Great Artist
Last June our family had the opportunity to travel to Orlando for vacation. My parents, my sister and her family, and my own family were able to all go together to share the Disney experience. Surprisingly losing my dad just eight short months later it is a trip that has come to have such significant memories. One evening we had diner outside of the Disney parks. This particular restaurant happened to have a young college aged girl that was making balloon animals for children for tips. She made four wonderful balloons for my niece, nephew, and two daughters. My father tipped her well for all of the balloons and both my husband and brother-in-law threw in a tip. She did very well at our table that evening. Her talent became very inspirational to two of the young eyes that watched her turn the deflated balloons into wonderful inflated creations. My nephew decided that he wanted to learn the art of balloon twisting after our trip. My sister and brother-in-law bought him a pump and balloons and helped him learn to make swords and dogs. A little later last summer he and my youngest went camping with Nana and Papa. My nephew Ben taught Cora how to make the balloons while camping and she was hooked. She came home and started getting on-line and learning how to make more and more beautiful creations from balloons. She has done a couple of events now twisting balloons into fun creations for kids. Watching her eyes sparkle as she watches the children smile in delight and share their thanks with her has been priceless. As she works her magic with the balloons I am reminded of how we are like those deflated balloons without a relationship with Jesus. We are alive yet lifeless not truly knowing our purpose and potential. After we turn to Jesus and follow Him with our lives, God breaths true life into every cell of our being if we allow Him. God will twist, shape, and mold us into the beautiful being He created us to be. You see without Christ there is a void within us. Many of us convince ourselves that there is no void that we are just fine as we are on our own. Most of us try to fill the void with material things, other people, chemical addictions, adrenaline rush addictions, all sorts of things. We see as evidence many beautiful talented people who have had the world at their fingertips whom allowed addictions to destroy their marriages, their careers, and eventually their life itself. Nothing can fill the void other than Jesus. Some of the balloons my daughter tries to inflate are so resistant to the air that as soon as just a fragment of air starts to stretch them they explode. How many are so resistant to the truth of God that they explode in anger toward Him with the opposition to allowing the heart to change. Some of the balloons allow her to inflate them, but there is a hole in them. The air she gives for them to take shape leaks right back out. How true of us who will listen to God’s calling and tugging at our heart and we allow our old ways to create a hole in our spirit. We allow what we learn to leak right out not allowing God to truly change and shape our lives leaving us deflated. The parable of the farmer sowing seeds that Jesus shared in Matthew 13:1-23, Mark 4:1-20, and Luke 8:1-15 explains this far better than I. The fact that it is written in scripture three times shows the significance and importance of being firmly rooted into the Word of God. Like the balloons our lives twist and turn. Sometimes those twists hurt, but are necessary for the growth, change, and direction God has planned for our lives. He knows what is around the next bend, what tomorrow brings, and He can create beauty from any trial we face. My prayer is for me to let go of me and all resistance I have to allowing God to fill me, mold, me and shape me. I pray that He can turn me into all that He has planned for His glory and purpose.
The Journey Through Grief
Grief is such a personal journey. Of course people always have their opinions of the right and wrong ways to grieve. The length of time one is allowed to grieve. The truth is that it is as unique and personal as our own fingerprints. The world does not stop for the broken hearted. A person is expected to put on a happy face, keep their brain focused and just keep going on. There are moments a person who is grieving really wants to just scream at the top of their lungs. There are times a person really wants to retreat to a corner and sob. As life continues around the individual seemingly in fast forward there is a standstill within them as the scar of losing a loved one has to form over the open wound. Our scars make us who we are. With each wound in life we are faced with the decision of how do we face tomorrow. I am so glad to have a God who meets me right at the depths of my grief. He mourns with me just like he did with the death of Lazarus along with Mary and Martha. (Found in John chapter 11) He knew full well that he was going to bring Lazarus to life and even better the promise of heaven in his future. Still “Jesus wept” and met them in their grief. He is the only one who truly understands where I am at. There is no true comfort that comes other than from my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. This writing came from a rough day of grief over the recent loss of my father. There have been many signs and comforts that I believe have been a direct gift from God. The day after he died my girls and I were driving to the one appointment that we kept for that week. The sky was beautiful and sunny with just a few white fluffy clouds. As we were traveling my oldest daughter, Michaela, cried out “Look it’s a smiley face cloud!!” The youngest, Cora, shouted from the back seat “Wow!” The cloud was on their side of the car so I had to duck my head some to look out the passenger side window. Sure enough it was the perfect smiley face. There were holes in this big white fluffy cloud for the eyes, nose, and a giant upward curved mouth just like what one would make with punctuation on the computer. The sun was behind the cloud so the facial features beamed with brightness as the rays poured through. I immediately stated “Maybe that is from Papa!!” The girls in unison said “That is what I thought too!” We all three felt a peace and had no doubt that the sculpting and timing of that cloud was a direct gift from Jesus and my dad. The other gift has been hearing the stories of how my father’s life has touched so many others. As a pastor for thirty seven years he has been with so many through their worst of times and best of times. He led many to know and trust in Jesus. You see my father was far from being a rich man as far as the world’s definition of riches. His treasure was the investment in all the lives of the people he ministered to. His work in this life was truly everlasting eternal work. He is in heaven today because of his belief in and relationship with Jesus. “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have everlasting life.” John 3:16 The day he died he was still conscious when the emergency crews arrived at my parents home. He had immediate CPR, medications, and equipment to revive him as he breathed his last. I truly believe that he had a glimpse of Jesus, heaven and all that he had spent his life sharing with others displayed before his very eyes. There was no turning back for him. The grief of missing him hurts. As a medical professional there has been a struggle within me of letting him down. The awesome thing is that I know that we will meet again someday and that God’s timing is perfect. He had finished all that God had planned for him on this earth. He finished his race well and very strong. Hebrews 12:1 “Therefore since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.”
How the Sin in my Heart is like that Black Bra on my Cart
A few years ago when my two daughters were younger I often found that my time to do our family shopping was after nine o’clock in the evening. Working full-time as a nurse, church activities, dinner, homework, the ever daunting task of laundry, the time after the girls were in bed seemed the best time to shop for the family food and staple items. One winter evening I bundled up and traveled on down to our local Wal-Mart to purchase the family necessities. This particular store is strategically arranged with the pharmacy, beauty supplies, and pet supplies at the polar opposite corners of the store from the milk, cleaning supplies, and paper products. With a lot of shiny objects in the middle to distract us mommas. This particular evening my cart filled quickly with large items like paper towels, laundry detergent, and toilet paper. Feeling distracted like a squirrel as I passed the clothing department I thought “Oh I need some new undergarments!!” Something I truly loathe spending our hard earned money on. As I perused these isles my indecisiveness and frustration of spending money on me ensued. I fail to remember if I actually bought a brassiere that evening. A very significant event happened within that bra isle. I decided to turn my full cart around mid-isle. Not an easy task in the narrow passageways lined with products. The brassieres were displayed in the manner of using peg boards with hooks at this particular location. There were long slinder silver hooks hanging ever so delicately in the balance of these peg holes. You might have already guessed. As I turned the cart caught one of these delicate hooks. The hook then turned to an amusement park slide for the bras sending them to the floor. It must further be noted that the brassieres were arranged smallest sizes up top of the display with the largest cup sizes gracefully adorning the bottom of these series of peg hooks. Of course it was a bottom hook that I displaced with the largest cup sizes now scattered onto the floor. It must also be noted that the color happened to be black. Black undergarments at times may carry the reputation as a bit more risqué’. Quickly looking around to see if anyone noted my clumsiness I started to toil with the question, “Do I pick them up or just move on before I cause more damage?” Of course I would not have slept that night if I had just left my mess so I squatted down in front of my cart, fixed the hook back into its proper place, and hung the bras onto the hook. There no harm done and back to shopping.
Now I do usually have a list when shopping, but even with the words in front of my eyes I still forget or I remember items that I forgot to put on the list to begin with. A reason for retailers to strategically place items on end caps and in the checkout isles in hopes to increase purchases by us forgetful mommas. This being said I ended up tracking back and forth through the store a couple more times due to items being as scattered as my brain. While pushing my cart along I could not help but notice some stares. The feeling of people looking sometimes can be extremely powerful. While scurrying along with my full cart I passed a middle aged man. He sized me up from top to bottom and had the creepiest, most perverse look on his face. Of course my thoughts immediately went to “What on earth is his problem? I have a winter coat on all buttoned up, little to no makeup left at this time of time of day, I could not look that good, gross!!” As I continued to shop with my full cart I remembered gum. Gum is a necessity to me for those coffee breath or too many onions on the salad moments. I passed another man. This man was a bit younger yet looked at me in the same creepy up and down way. My thoughts then go to, “Momma must be looking good tonight. Girl you still got it!!!”
Finally finishing my shopping I proceeded to the checkout lanes. I began placing item after item onto the counter. Once the cart was empty I pushed the cart toward the checker so that I could pay for my purchases. It was at that moment that a strange movement caught my eye. After doing a double take there it was. It was as if the world went into slow motion and with a deep drawn out voice I utter “IT’S A BIG BLACK BRA!!” Laughter then ensued, the kind of laughter in which there is no sound nor air movement at all. My mind is the type that thinks of situations in funny animation, in song, or as both. The bra was not only hanging, but also dragging the ground so it had a swinging and dragging motion as it traveled as the figurehead at the prow of my shopping cart. In my mind it took on full animation with eyes and a mouth that spoke with a French-like accent. I envisioned that bra dancing at the end of my cart screaming and singing, “I am free!!! So this is what the rest of the store looks like!!! I was enslaved by the snare of that hook and now I am freeeeeeee!!! Just look at meeeee!!!” Then the vision of those two men in particular came back to me. Realizing that it was me that appeared to be the perverse one quickly humbled me from my previous line of thinking. Of course still trying to breath from my non-sound and non-breathing type of laugh I go to the front of my cart, snatch the bra and hand it to the cashier. Bless her heart she sweetly asked “Would you like me to ring this up for you?” Still consumed by laughter I shake my head “No”. Had I not had a winter coat on it would have been more evident that the size was not appropriate for my needs.
Through the years God brings this story to mind again and again. He has used this silly incident in my life to teach me so much about myself, His Word, and my own heart. How often does our own sin in our life cause a sinful reaction in others? We then respond with yet another sinful thought or action. I could not see that bra on my cart due to all the “stuff” filling the inside of my cart. Of course it was purely a crazy accident that the bra was there in the first place, but as we go on I will explain that sometimes that black bra can be from what we have placed in our lives and hearts. We may have sin that we are so calloused to that we have no idea it is there, but everyone around us can see it. My first sinful reaction to the first man was that of judgment. Matthew 7:1-5 “Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you. Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.” The second man my heart became full of pride and vanity. Proverbs 11:2 “When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with humility comes wisdom.” It wasn’t until I completely emptied my grocery cart that I was able to see the error of my way and why I was getting the reaction from others that I was. The same goes for our hearts. As we give more and more of our thoughts, addictions, habits, cares, worries, struggles, idols, our everything to Jesus the more He reveals the truth of our own heart. He will love, heal, and forgive any darkness of sin (the black bras) that we have if we just give it to him. As that bra had been ensnared by the hook we are ensnared by our sin. There is no greater freedom found other than surrendering it all to Jesus. 1 John 1:9 “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.” Matthew 11:28 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”
Welcome to my blog
Journaling has never been my forte’ with having atrocious handwriting. A positive of social media has been communication with friends and family. God has always revealed Himself to me through everyday life and I had never really shared what He puts on my heart until posting on face book. My love for writing and putting these thoughts into words has developed through sharing with my friends and family. As my journey through life continues with a growing relationship with Jesus Christ the more free I have become. It has been encouraged that I share my journey with more than my friends and family. My prayer is that as I learn more and more of the freedom found in Jesus that God can use the words I type to encourage and bless as many others as possible.