Author: Wendy

The Amazing Light of Grace

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Our scrapes and cracks can allow the light of Christ to shine through in beautiful ways.

A couple of months ago, I decided I wanted to make my own hand soap. I had read about all the chemicals in store bought soap and I wanted to give it a try. I went and bought some mason jars because I have been trying to use more glass than plastic. I painted a bunch of them with different kinds of paint and I put them to use holding the soap.

But, I made more than I needed and one was left unused. I don’t know why I didn’t pick that one, but I didn’t and so it sat on a shelf in the pantry.

Then I decided I wanted to make candles. I Googled it, read a bunch of articles, bought the supplies and talked my hubby into helping me and we made a batch. As I was searching for different vessels to use, I came upon the one left over from my soap making extravaganza.

I had painted it with latex paint and when it dried, I lightly sanded it. I don’t know why. I’m not particularly artistic or crafty. I just didn’t want it to look new or perfect, like it had just been purchased. I wanted it to look like it had been around a little while and had seen some action and use of some sort.

I took the jar and we poured the wax and waited for it to harden. The next day when I finally got to light it, I was delighted.

All of the sanded places in that jar allowed the light to seep through and the effect was beautiful. A perfectly painted, unscratched vessel would have never produced that kind of light.

I like to light that candle when I write. It reminds me of the beauty that can come from just traveling around the sun year after year. We may be born close to perfect, but every year that goes by causes scratches and cracks in our hearts and souls. Some come from our own bad decisions and some happen to us through no fault of our own. Sometimes we can even completely shatter and we wonder if we will ever be whole again, but we always have a choice on how to proceed.

We can remain shattered in the darkness or we can choose another way.

If we are people of faith, we can surrender all of the pain, anger, regrets and mistakes to Jesus and ask for forgiveness if we need it and redemption and He will help. He was a carpenter after all and He can rebuild even the most badly broken people. We won’t be the same. We won’t be unblemished. We will still carry the scrapes and cracks, but the beautiful thing about the light of grace is that it shines even more brilliantly through the cracks than it ever did before they were there.

Our past makes us who we are and no one is beyond redemption.

Isn’t grace amazing? A candle reminded me. Sometimes I need reminding. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂

Shining the Light

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“The light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not overcome it.” John 1:5

A few Sundays ago at church, for our praise song, we sang, “God of Wonders,” by Third Day. I really love that song. Phrases like, “the universe declares your majesty,” really resonate with this outdoorsy girl. When further into the song, it says, “Early in the morning I will celebrate the light and as I stumble in the darkness, I will call your name by night,” well, who hasn’t been on both ends of that spectrum?

You don’t have to live on planet earth very long to realize that we all walk in seasons of light as well as darkness. No one walks in only one or the other.

As the song was going and different members of the congregation had their hands raised in praise, a young child of maybe three or four, made her way up to the stage. She wasn’t a regular member. She was visiting with her grandfather, but she boldly went to the stage and raised her hands up for one of the singers to pick her up.

She obliged her and hugged her tightly and smiled and continued to sing. There was a collective, “awwww” that came from most of the congregation as the little girl remained content in the singer’s arms until the end of the song.

I thought about that moment long after the church service ended. I thought about the lyrics of that song that point to our holy majestic God. I thought about the music that drew a child closer to the musicians singing His praises. I’ve often thought that young children are possibly the closest people to Jesus’ heart because they love, trust and believe without fear. They don’t fear rejection. They don’t fear ridicule. They don’t doubt. When they sing, “Jesus Loves Me,” they believe it. Period. They don’t see a need to add a, “but” or “except for,” on the end. “The Bible tells me so,” is good enough for them.

But, besides being inspired by the little girl, I was also inspired by our trio of singers. What about their song drew her to them? As people of faith, perhaps we should ask ourselves what we are doing to draw others to Jesus? Do we act a certain way? Do we talk a certain way? Are we kind? Compassionate? Forgiving? How do we treat our spouses or our kids? How do we treat the waitress at the restaurant or the cashier at the grocery store who might not treat us very kindly? How do we react to the guy who cuts us off in traffic?

Are we light bearers in this sometimes dark world?

It’s probably never a bad idea to take stock on how we are doing. The wonderful news is that because of grace, we get a brand new chance every morning. A little girl and a praise song reminded me. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Tending Gently to Old Injuries

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It truly is amazing how far a little grace can go.

Back in high school, I decided I wanted to run track. All my friends ran track and they all had so many fun stories. They got to check out early on many spring afternoons and I wanted in on the fun. The problem was, I wasn’t a runner. I hated to run with a purple passion. I had been a gymnast for quite a few years and later, a cheerleader, but never a runner.

However, a friend convinced me that the long jump could be for me. It wasn’t running. It was jumping. I reasoned that years of doing vault in gymnastics, made me a prime candidate. About the third practice, I injured a hamstring, severely. It hurt to walk or move much at all and jumping was definitely out. After resting it a few days and it was no better, I sadly gave up on my track dreams and that was a good thing because I didn’t think that hamstring would ever stop hurting. But, eventually it did.

I rarely think about my long jump failure, until that hamstring starts aggravating me and it still does. From time to time, it aches, either from running, (who knew I would end up liking a little bit of running?) or most recently, from a new yoga program. In the past, I would just ignore it an push through it, but as I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned the importance of listening to my aches and pains. When something hurts, it’s best to give it some rest and care, because the older you get, the harder it is to heal.

As I was putting some heat on it the other day, I began to think about some of the aches and pains that come from simply living and I found myself thinking about the heart ones as well. Just like our bodies sometimes have to deal with old injuries, our hearts sometimes carry old hurts.

Even the ones that have healed, sometimes leave scars and can ache. Old childhood traumas like rejection and anger or broken hearts and broken relationships later in life, leave their mark on us. Sometimes for seemingly no reason, something happens that triggers a painful memory or emotion. When that happens, we have two options, just like we do with the physical injuries.

We can ignore it and power through, pushing it all down and hoping that it doesn’t manifest itself later through some hurtful words or actions towards others, who did nothing to deserve them, or we can choose a different way.

We can choose to acknowledge old hurts either just to ourselves, or in prayer, or even to a trusted friend and then we can let them go. Because sometimes just the acknowledgement of the trials and battles we have survived, is enough to strengthen any weak spot and get us back on our way and if we need further help with healing, God is always willing to provide. We only have to ask.

It’s truly amazing how far a little grace can go.

An aching hamstring reminded me. Sometimes I need reminding. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂

The Gift of Boldly Sharing

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What would happen if we all boldly shared our gifts and talents?

I work in the front office of an elementary school. While I see a lot of people everyday, the high point of my day always comes from one of the kiddos who happen to come in for one reason or another. Yesterday did not disappoint.

A little boy came in to get some ice for an injury and while he was waiting for his turn in the clinic, we started chatting. I told him I liked his sweatshirt. It had Roblox on it, a game my son used to love to play when he was growing up. He was more than happy to talk about Roblox and I remembered that I had a picture of a group art project that my son had done in his college class. His team had built a dinosaur out of potatoes. I shared it with my little friend and he was as expected, enchanted.

He immediately shared with me that he was working on building a robot based on a television show in one of his classes. He told me that his project was 3D and made out of paper. I told him that he needed to let me know when with it was done because I wanted to come and see it. He said he would.

I chuckled about our conversation after he was gone. I had no doubt he was building something super creative and I couldn’t wait to see it. But, he surprised me. Right after the dismissal bell rang, he came into the office with a drawing of his robot. He had the name of it on the top. He had been so excited about our talk that he couldn’t wait to show me.

I was so flattered. It truly made my day. I thanked him and sent him on his way and I carefully packed his drawing and took it home with me. Later that night, as I looked it over again, it occurred to me how brave young children are with their gifts and talents. They know what they like to do and they do it. They don’t second guess themselves a dozen times.

They draw, build, paint, color, write, run, flip, pray and everything in between, with wide open hearts. They don’t care about judgement or criticism. They live creatively because they were meant to live creatively and they are happy to share. I think we grown ups could learn a thing or two from our younger counterparts.

What would our hearts and souls look like if we all boldly and openly shared our God given gifts and talents? What would our communities look like? What would our world look like?

A young friend reminded me of the gift we give others when we share our gifts. We have the opportunity to make someone’s day and sometimes maybe even change someone’s life. Sometimes I need reminding. Perhaps you do too.

Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂

The Power of Prayer

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Although we are just travelers here, we never walk alone.

Right after Thanksgiving, my computer crashed. I mean crashed as in dead and never coming back. One minute it was on the internet and the next it was dead. After several stern lectures from my little brother about not keeping my hard drive backed up, he was able to salvage most of my files. I reluctantly ordered a new one on a Black Friday deal which didn’t arrive until the first week of January.

Meanwhile, on Black Friday, our family dog got really sick. She’s elderly, but still has a ton of spunk and we all adore her. It was touch and go for about a week and we weren’t sure if she would make it. It was kind of a surreal week for me. Everyone around me was talking about their Thanksgiving break and their Christmas plans and all I could think about was our dog. My hubby and I have become Empty Nesters this year and that little dog helps to fill a void. It turned out to be pancreatitis and she finally got better. We were so very thankful.

Things were looking up and my two college kids arrived safely home for Christmas. We were on the way to the lighting of our town Christmas tree when I got a call from a dear friend telling me she had breast cancer. I was shocked. We talked for a while. Her prognosis was good and her spirits were high, but it was hard to reconcile all of the celebration around that huge tree, all of the happiness, with that dark cloud of news.

The week before Christmas, a sweet friend at work learned that her young, very active, son, had a stroke and was asking for prayers. Once again, it seemed difficult to reconcile the joy of Christmas with the pain the people around me were experiencing. My heart went out to them as my prayers went up for them.

As God’s people, we know that the power of prayer can change situations as well as the heart of the one who prays. We know this because we have all been on both sides of prayer. We have prayed and been prayed for and we have all had our hearts broken.

Pain and joy live side by side on this side of eternity. As we travel through here, we will always be witnesses and recipients of both, but the good news is we never walk alone. A baby in a manger made sure of that. One day we will be in a place where there’s only joy.

Until then we should celebrate the good times and hold onto our faith in the bad times and find as many prayer warriors as we can to join us along the way. Those people are truly gifts.

This Christmas reminded me of the gift of our faith family. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Happy New Year (a couple of weeks late!)
Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Craving Christmas

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Maybe all of the early decorating is because we are craving the peace, joy and hope that Christmas promises.

As I write this post, Thanksgiving is a week away. Every year, I try to take time out in November to intentionally be more thankful. I try to start each morning with a prayer of thanks for the many blessings I have been given. I make every effort not to rush ahead to Christmas, although it has always been my favorite holiday.

This year, however, I have noticed that people have decorated earlier than ever before. There were people sharing pictures of their Christmas decorations on social media, the day after Halloween. I’ve even read about debates on talk shows about how early too early is for Christmas decorations.

While I chuckle at the discussion, I mean seriously, who cares when your neighbor decides to decorate for Christmas?, I began to witness more and more early decorations on my day-to-day travels and a theory began to form. When a sweet friend at work asked me early last week, if I thought it was too early for her to decorate, I shared it with her.

Our country is really divided at the moment. Politics seem to dominate all that we do. There’s an impeachment trial in process and friends, neighbors and even some families, aren’t even speaking to each other over it. Despite our booming economy, the homeless population has exploded. The stock market is still doing well, but folks in general, don’t seem to feel very secure or thankful.

Perhaps, all of this early decorating is due to the fact that we are all craving Christmas and what it really means. Perhaps, we are craving hope and joy and peace. It’s the time of year that tends to bring the best out in us. It’s the time of year when we are willing to choose kindness. We will carefully shop and fill up shoe boxes to send to children around the world, who we will never meet, to share the Gospel. It’s the time of year when we will pull tags off of a bulletin board or a department store angel tree and buy just the right gift for a stranger in need. It’s the time of year when we will scrounge around our pockets to find money to put in a red kettle out in front of a store.

It’s the time of year when we revisit the manger where hope was born.

My friend agreed that I was probably on to something. She’s seen it too. I suspect we all have.

Later in the week, as I was getting ready for work and feeling a little down myself, about the state of our world, I tested my theory and pulled up a Christian Contemporary Channel on my phone. The first song was, “O Holy Night,” a thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices, and I knew I was right. My entire spirit was lifted.

The next song, by Casting Crowns, really said it all. It’s called, “Somewhere In Your Silent Night.” I’ve shared it here, if you want to test my theory. We all need Christmas, maybe this year more than ever. The good news is that it’s coming. Perhaps you needed reminding.

Have an awesome day!
Wendy:)

Focusing on the Beauty

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Don’t allow life’s distractions to make you to miss the beauty.

Last Monday morning while I was driving to work, I was praying that God would show me His wonder in the week ahead. I often find that after a weekend of rest and relaxation, followed by a meaningful worship service on Sunday, that I promise myself that I will do and be better, the following week. I will have more energy, more patience, extend more grace and just be more at peace in general.

But, as I trudge to my car after work on Monday, my resolve is usually worn down and by Wednesday afternoon, I’m completely exhausted and it’s gone altogether. Maybe this happens to you too?

Last Monday morning as I was driving and praying, I was greeted by a stunning sunrise. The sky was a spectacular shade of pink and it took my breath away. I thanked God for showing it to me and I was a little sad to turn out of my neighborhood and lose sight of it, but I didn’t. After I turned, it appeared brightly in my rear view mirror.

As I continued on my journey to work, it was everywhere. It wasn’t always in front of me. It was sometimes to the side and sometimes behind me, but always beautiful and always close by. I found myself trying to keep it in my view for just a little while longer.

Here, in the midst of this season of Thanksgiving, I’m intentionally seeking things to be thankful for and while it was just a simple sunrise, it somehow gave me hope for the coming week. My spirit felt a little lighter as I gave thanks for another day here on earth, for a fresh start and a new beginning.

That sunrise was a gentle reminder that no matter my age or what season that I may find myself in, that God is not done with me. He still has plans for me. I know this because I woke up today and if you are reading this, He’s not done with you either.

It also reminded me that He is always close by, wherever I find myself on my journey, at every turn.

As I reluctantly parked my car and got out, I attempted to take a picture of it. It wasn’t nearly as brilliant as it had been earlier and I couldn’t get the power lines out of the photo. I was a little frustrated because I wanted to capture the moment so badly.

But, that’s when I felt the nudge, that little reminder to not be distracted from the beauty of the moment. We should never miss the wonder because of our focus on the distractions. Those power lines didn’t matter when I was focusing on the majesty of that sunrise.

A simple sunrise reminded me of God’s constant presence and of His grace that offers us a fresh start everyday. It also reminded me to focus on the blessings and not the distractions. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Giving Thanks for the Rain

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Although rain is often inconvenient, it’s essential for growth.

I’ve been thinking about the rain a lot lately. We have been in months of drought with no end in sight. Everyone I work with has been diligently checking the weather hoping for a pop up storm. Even the tiniest chance of rain gives us hope, but the rain hasn’t come for a long time.

Then a couple of weeks ago, I went to an engagement party of the son of a dear friend. Most of the affair was planned outside. It began raining during the night. It rained buckets and it was cold. Plans were rearranged and the festivities were moved inside. It was a huge inconvenience.

After months of prayer, did we welcome the rain?

A week later, my hubby, my mama and I, attended a football game at our daughter’s college. We planned it a month ahead of time. The weather was supposed to be cloudy with a thirty percent chance of rain and mild. It poured for hours. We couldn’t even attend the game and the drive home was a miserable crawl.

This was the rain we had been praying for, but how did we feel about it when it ruined our game day plans?

My hubby was out of town for a few days for work this week and when I returned home from work the day he left, my garage door wouldn’t work. While not a huge deal, it began raining the next day.

I’ll have to admit that I wasn’t super happy to see it as I walked to my car in the dark rain at five in the morning holding a flashlight.

As I write this, the forecast for rain on Halloween is 100%. I’ve no doubt there are some stressed out mamas and daddies wondering what to do with their kiddos for trick-or-treat.

Like everyone else, they know we need the rain, but would likely prefer that it come at a more convenient time.

Most of us simply don’t like to be inconvenienced. Our culture has done a fabulous job at convincing that we should have everything we want the way we want it, when we want it.

But, God’s way is different and nature belongs to God.

Rain is important. The earth needs it to sustain life and to grow things.

The rain that falls in our personal lives is much the same. It often inconveniences us. It slows us down. It changes our plans, our priorities and often our perspective. Most importantly, it grows us.

We have to remember when we are in a period of growth and change that there’s usually rain involved. We need it to be transformed into something stronger and brighter. We need it to grow closer to Jesus on our journey here.

In the end, rain is life giving whether we welcome it or not. Sometimes I need reminding. Perhaps you do too.

Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂

Finding the Extraordinary Right Where We Are

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“As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.” Isaiah 55:9

My pastor has recently been preaching a series on learning to hear God’s voice. A couple of weeks ago, he talked bout Moses and the burning bush. This is a very familiar story to most Christians. Personally, I’ve always wished that God would talk to me in a burning bush or something like it. I would really appreciate a megaphone moment, giving me perfect clarity on the next steps I should take in whatever season I find myself in.

But, this time the pastor asked the question why God would choose an ordinary bush at the base of a mountain. Why wouldn’t He appear in a lush oasis, full of greenery and life? He could certainly show off His majesty that way. Why would He choose the ordinary?

I pondered that concept long after the sermon. Why wouldn’t God use all of His wonderful creativity when communicating with us?

But, when I thought about the Bible, He used ordinary people repeatedly. He used a prostitute named Rahab to help deliver the city of Jericho. He used a young shepherd named David, to become Israel’s most renowned king. He used a common fisherman named Peter, who had a tendency to shoot off his mouth and struggled to believe, to become the rock that the Church was built on. And then there’s the unplanned baby, born to a teenager, who had to use a manger for a crib, because there was no room for Him.

He would grow up to be the savior of all mankind.

When I think about it, God seems to go out of His way to intentionally choose the ordinary to further His plans. Maybe that’s because that choice is so very different than what we would choose. Humanity seems to naturally choose big, beautiful, bright and splashy. We like larger than life people and events.

But, God’s way is different.

So, why did He choose the burning bush, when all of Creation was at His disposal?

Perhaps it was because He meets us wherever we are. He meets us in the hospital room, in the midst of an upheaval, in the middle of the divorce or when we are surrounded by bad decisions. When our situation seems impossible, He meets us there.

He doesn’t usually zap us out to where we would rather be or appear to us in bright lights. Instead, He gently takes us by the hand and walks with us through the darkness. He sends friends and family and sometimes strangers, to cheer us on and when we get to the other side of the crises and look back, we know He was there, communicating with us all along.

We can often miss the extraordinary because it’s hiding in the ordinary. A burning bush reminded me. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Hibiscus Wisdom

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“Where flowers bloom, so does hope.” Lady Bird Johnson

It was a gray, overcast day when I arrived home from work. Fall had at last shown up and the air was cool. But, when I went to let my dogs out, I was greeted by some very bright hibiscus blooms.

Hibiscus bushes are tropical. When I see them I think of summer. I planted them last spring in anticipation of the season to come. Now, it’s mid-October and the world has turned orange, with pumpkins everywhere, from our porches to our coffee. Mums and pansies are the flowers of the moment, all the rage, one might say.

But there stood those bright pink hibiscus blooms. They were completely unaware of their surroundings or that they weren’t the color of the moment. They didn’t seem to notice that the days are growing shorter and their time is growing short as well. At best, they will go dormant until spring, but the reality is, they probably won’t survive the winter.

But, there they stood proudly, in their tropical beauty, blooming boldly against the dreary sky, daring to share their gift with anyone who cared to stop and drink it in. Their act of continuing to thrive was not lost on me.

I went and got my phone so I could snap some pictures to capture the moment.

I thought of those hibiscus blooms long after it got dark outside. I thought about how we all have great gifts and graces to share with a world that desperately needs more light and less darkness and ugliness. Like those hibiscus, we need to continue to contribute our unique talents even when the seasons change, even when the skies are dark, even when we don’t know what the future holds.

Because a little light goes a long way, especially when it’s dark. A small act of kindness can change someone’s outlook. A kind word has the capability to soften a hardened heart.

We can all make a difference simply by being who God created us to be and giving that glory to Him . When we intentionally do that, we may find that our own stresses and worries fade away.

Some pink hibiscus blooms reminded me. Sometimes I need reminding. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂