Seeking the Light

As Christians, we always have access to light on our path.

On a recent visit to my parents’ house, we decided to take a walk. There’s nothing like heading out into the woods to clear my mind and see God’s fingerprints. I debated about whether I should bring my phone or not. Lately, I have become very intentional about putting it down. The cyberworld is loud these days and the loudest voices tend to be the angriest ones full of the most venom. I have learned that my soul needs regular breaks from the noise and chaos.

But, I felt a gentle nudge to take it. I sensed that God wanted to show me something and I was well aware that He has the ability to use any form of technology for His glory. I have learned that when I follow God’s nudges, I am never disappointed. I was rewarded with a beautiful blue butterfly that held still and posed for a picture as well as tiny wayward flowers that seemed to pop up out of nowhere. Each little gift of Creation filled my soul a little more.

I definitely felt lighter after the walk, but it wasn’t until later that evening that I discovered what God wanted to show me. I was on the porch scrolling through my photos, when I came across one I had taken of a path dappled with sunlight. It looked so inviting that I showed it to my mom. She commented that she had taken a photo there on a previous walk of her own, but that mine was much nicer because of the lighting.

She found hers and we compared. Sure enough, her picture showed a dark path. It was the same exact path, but it wouldn’t be one I would be drawn to take. We laughed and talked about how all professional photographers will happily tell you about the importance of lighting.

I thought about our conversation days later, as I was scrolling through those same pictures and landed on that photo finding myself once again mesmerized by the light. The Bible is full of references of God and light. One of my favorites is, “This is the message we heard from him and declare to you: God is light; in him there is no darkness at all.” 1 John 1:5

We walk on many paths during our journey here on earth. Some are well lit and we can skip and run down them or just stroll and happily enjoy the scenery. Others are quite dark and we dread every step, wondering if we will ever reach the end. For many of us, 2020 has been one of those paths. Yet, as Christians, we are called to remember the light of Jesus is always available to us even on the darkest paths.

Hope is alive. God has a plan and we know that in ALL things God works for the good for those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose, because the Bible tells us so.

So, take each small step in faith and look for the light. It’s there. A picture reminded me. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂

Lessons from the Trail

If we want to experience all that God has for us, we have to keep moving towards Him.

A couple of weekends ago, my kiddos were both home from college and we decided to go on a hike in the North Georgia Mountains. Hiking is something we have always enjoyed as a family, even when the kids were little. There’s just something about getting outside and exploring, completely surrounded by nature, that has always fed our souls.

We have an interesting history with this particular trail. The first time we attempted it, we weren’t prepared. We stumbled upon it when we were driving around and just parked the car and hit the trail. It was late when we started and we didn’t bring water, but the trail was shaded and it wasn’t that hot. We had a late breakfast, so we hadn’t eaten lunch. The trail follows a stream the entire way and there are waterfalls along it. It’s beautiful, but it’s a five mile hike round trip and we didn’t know where we were going. We finally gave up and turned back.

When we got home and Googled it, we missed a pretty waterfall at the top and we were very close, when we gave up. But, how could we have known? There was no cell service there and we had never been before.

The next time we went, we were prepared. We brought water and snacks and we got an earlier start. We were a little discouraged because there were tons of cars when we arrived, but when we got on the trail, it wasn’t crowded. We saw people, but there was plenty of space. I am always amazed at how friendly people tend to be out on a hiking trail. Most people smile and speak. Folks seem visibly relaxed as if Creation somehow brings out the better part of all of us.

This time, we made it to the top, but it was Fall of 2016 and a large part of the mountains were on fire. We had no idea that there was a fire just over the ridge and a lot of the people there were hoping to see it. We got down off of that mountain trail in record time.

Fast forward to 2020. We decided to give that trail another go. My children were now a sophomore and senior in college instead of high school like the time before. The entire world had been in some level of quarantine or lock down from Covid-19 since March, not to mention, reeling from months of social unrest and it was now Labor Day and we wanted to get out, to escape the news and the noise. This time, we brought provisions and my daughter’s precious pup.

When we arrived, there were cars everywhere. They were parked all up and down the road so close together that we wondered if our truck could even get by. It seemed a lot of other people needed to escape as well. We almost left, wondering how it would be possible to safely hike with all of those people, but we didn’t. We found a spot and hit the trail.

We were pleasantly surprised. While we did encounter people along the trail, there was plenty of space and masks. We saw old and young. We saw people of every color and as I have come to expect while out on a nature trail, there were friendly smiles and greetings. There was no tension or politics. No one seemed to mind if they had to wait for others to snap a photo. No one seemed to be in a big rush. There were simply people trying to enjoy some beauty and quiet and to soak up Creation.

This time, we made it to the top and sat and rested for a bit, taking it all in, so glad that we had come. Thankfully, there was no fire, just lots of fellow travelers who like us, seemed genuinely pleased to be there.

I have learned a lot from that mountain trail. I have learned that on our journey here, it’s okay to rest when we get tired, but if we want to experience all that God has for us, we have to get back up and we can’t turn back. I have learned that we need to plan for some provision both physically and spiritually. I have learned that the path rarely stays exactly the same, but God does. Perhaps most importantly, I have learned that in God’s economy, there’s always room for one more. His space is unlimited.

Sometimes I need reminding. Perhaps you do too. Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂

Spider Lessons

“As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, summer and winter, day and night will never cease.” Genesis 8:22

A few days ago, I was heading out to my backyard when I encountered a big garden spider on a huge web. I’m in my backyard almost everyday and it seemed like she appeared overnight on her web and all in all of her glory. If I’m completely honest, I will admit I have never been a fan of spiders, however, as I’ve grown older, I have come to admire their craftsmanship.

Have you ever really examined or stopped to appreciate, (from a respectable difference of course!), the intricacies of a spider’s web? They are so precisely made, like natural works of art. Besides their artistry, those webs are very effective as well, as anyone who has had the misfortune of unknowingly walking into one can tell you.

So, I paused for a moment to admire nature’s art, and I was reminded what seeing a spider in that spot likely meant. It’s late August in Georgia, as I write this, and we are easily hitting ninety degrees on most days, yet spiders on large webs, begin to appear every year as summer nears its end and fall draws closer. I chuckled to myself and wondered if this particular spider was mistaken. Fall feels very far away at the moment, despite what retailers would like for us to believe. It’s hard to think about pumpkins spice when it’s ninety outside.

But, a couple of days later, when I was out on a walk, I saw another spider on a large web, high up in the trees and I knew that the first spider wasn’t out of sync somehow. Why would she be?

As humans, 2020 along with the corresponding virus, social unrest, masks and divisive politics that will forever be linked with it, has created havoc for us. The human world is in chaos and nothing seems normal and sometimes we wonder if it ever will be again. We don’t trust the news, or our leaders or even our health officials, who seem to change their minds on a daily basis. It’s enough to make us want to throw up our hands and just give up. What’s the point of trying to make a difference in this crazy world?

Yet, God shows us another way. God is a God of order, not a God of chaos and when we want to find Him and some order, which is part of His plan, we can always look to His creation. Nature is completely unaffected my the chaos currently plaguing humanity. Spiders are building their webs. Fall is coming. God is still in charge despite what humanity might think.

As I thought about the spiders on my way home, I felt some peace settle into my heart as I always do when I truly seek God. A dear friend of mine recently reminded me that when we intentionally seek more of God and less of man, peace will always be close by. She was right. Some spider webs reminded me. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂

Pear Tree Lessons

What we sow today can last for generations.

On a recent visit to my parents’ house, I was delighted to learn that the pears were ready. If a stranger were to look at their pear tree, they would likely conclude it’s the ugliest tree they have ever seen and to the casual observer it probably is. My daddy has had to stake and tie the branches up because they are too week to hold the fruit.

The tree itself is covered in lichen and it truly looks like a good puff of wind would blow it right over, but that tree represents a beautiful picture of faith.

My grandmother planted that tree well over 50 years ago. She had an amazing green thumb and when she and my granddaddy built the house they planned to retire in, she lovingly planned and planted trees and bushes all over their property. She even had a pond built because she loved to fish. But, my grandmother never got to live in the house, she went home to be with Jesus before they ever moved in, one month before I was born.

I never got to meet her. Yet, I see her all over the property. There are azaleas, camelias and a wide variety of bulbs and other things she planted that still bloom. Her great grandchildren fish in that beautiful pond and my brother, her grandson, delights in fishing as much as she ever did.

And then there’s the pear tree. The spindly pear tree that she planted with her own hands, all those years ago, looks like it’s barely hanging on. It would fool the casual observer, because as frail as that tree looks, it produces so many pears, that it can hardly remain standing. The fruit is misshapened. You would probably never pick it up if you saw it in a store, but you would be missing out. Those odd looking pears are the most delicious pears I have ever eaten, sweet and amazingly juicy.

Every year when I learn that the pears are ready, I am reminded that we all will leave some type of legacy from our time spent here on earth. We all plant whether we intend to or not. Sometimes it’s physical planting like that pear tree and sometimes it’s a spiritual planting. We all sow seeds. We decide what kind they are. We can sow seeds of hope, love, faith, peace, patience and kindness or we can sow seeds of anger, hate and fear.

And just like that pear tree, what we sow, can live for generations after we are gone. The pear tree also reminds me that we sometimes never see what we sow on this side of eternity, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t keep sowing. Sometimes the fruit produced from our seeds might not look pretty on the outside, but the sweetness on the inside has always been what really matters.

A pear tree reminded me to be mindful and intentional about what we sow and to never stop sowing. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂