Category: Trusting God

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 🙂

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 🙂

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 🙂

I was recently taking a walk in the cooler weather. Now cooler for us in Georgia, is the 80’s which by most standards, is still really warm, but it was a nice break from the 90’s. As I got to moving, I began to heat up rather quickly, but every few minutes, there was a light breeze.

It was amazing how quickly the breeze would bring relief from the heat. I thought about that breeze my entire walk and I said a prayer of thanks for it when I finished.

Wind is one of those elements that fascinates me. It’s invisible, yet we know when it’s there. It can provide us respite from the heat or make us colder in the winter. It can also cause devastation in the form of a tornado or a hurricane.

I suppose it’s good example of God’s infinite power and grace.

A breeze is defined as a gentle wind.

I have been in situations where a cool breeze made all the difference, like working with a team on a roof in late June. There were times when the heat felt relentless and like it might get the better of us, but that breeze gave us enough encouragement and respite to keep working. It was almost as if the Holy Spirit himself was cheering us on.

When we look back on our journey, on the path we have traveled thus far, we can all find cool breezes. They come in many forms like a text or a phone call from a friend, or a post-it note left with a kind word from a co-worker. They can be from someone at church just checking in to see how we are or as an invitation of some kind.

I recently received a slice of pound cake on my desk from a co-worker and then some chocolate from a sweet mama of one of the kiddos at my school. Both actions made my day brighter.

Whatever the form may be, these little breezes, while on the surface don’t seem like much, but can make all the difference when we are having a tough day or even a tough season.

They remind us that we are loved and that even though the road may be difficult, that we worship a God who cares deeply about our individual situations. He is in control. He always has a plan and if we keep our eyes open, we can see that He sends us encouragement along the way through those who He has carefully placed in our lives for such a time as this.

A cool breeze reminded me to take note of the many life breezes He sends. Sometimes I need reminding. Perhaps you do too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

I live in a neighborhood that could definitely be described as hilly. When my kiddos were growing up, their friends called it the roller coaster neighborhood. Some of those hills are really steep and I can’t imagine anyone with good sense trying to skateboard on them and I’ve never seen very many people riding a bike on them, but lots of people walk them.

I see people both old and young, out walking. Some people walk dogs. Some talk on their phones. Some walk with others and some walk alone. Some run and some stroll very slowly.

Recently, I was out walking and I came to one of those hills. I remember when we first moved in, over a decade ago, that I used to dread those hills. They took so much extra effort. I had two young children at the times and they couldn’t walk very far at all, before they were ready to give up and go home.

I remember there were times when I longed to live in a nice flat neighborhood with sidewalks where we could easily stroll.

But, on this day, I found myself thanking God for that hill and all of the other ones on my path. Those hills have helped to keep me in shape. They have helped to build stamina and perseverance. They have helped to make me strong.

While sidewalks would have been nice, the nature that I have been gifted with, has been stunning. The huge old trees, deer, squirrels, birds and hawks, that I see almost every time I venture out, are always a treat.

I pondered those hills, long after I returned home, huffing and puffing for sure, but a little more at peace than when I started.

I though about our life’s journey and the hills that we often face. As humans, we tend prefer, easy street, flat roads with sidewalks and manicured lawns, nothing to really challenge us or make us work too hard. If I’m honest, I would have to say I have often wanted that myself.

Yet, I’ve come to appreciate the strength, wisdom and beauty that has come from the hills along the journey. There have been seasons when I have walked and seasons when I have run. There have been season when I barely put one foot in front of the other. There have been seasons when I have walked with others as well as solitary seasons. There have been seasons when I have tried to drink everything in and seasons where I have attempted to tune everything out.

But, whatever the season, there’s always beauty and those hills are an important part of the journey, giving us strength for whatever comes next. We aren’t called to know what that may be, but to trust our God who does and to simply keep moving.

A hill reminded me. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

I work in the front office of an elementary school. Because of where I sit, I get to encounter children from all grade levels and I hear amusing and sometimes inspiring, stories from them all day long. My favorite stories are very often from or about, our youngest students, the kindergarteners.

One of our custodians was buffing the floors out in the hall. The buffing machine is quite large and fairly noisy, but I never gave it much thought. Apparently, one of the kindergarteners did. She marched right up to that custodian, pointed to the machine and told him that she was afraid of it.

Since he’s one of the kindest men I have ever known, he took the time to calmly explain to her that he was just using it to clean the floors and there was nothing to be afraid of. I think she was satisfied because she went on her way.

I thought about that story long after he told it. I have always had a special heart for the kindergarteners at the beginning of each school year. Everything is new to them and they are all so small. heir backpacks are bigger than they are. It’s very easy to see how they can be completely overwhelmed at times.

But, haven’t we all been there? We’ve all been new in some unfamiliar place or situation. Maybe it was a new school, or a new job, or a new church, or even a new relationship of some sort. It could have been facing and then navigating, a serious illness or walking along side someone who we love, who was. It could have been a new chapter of some sort in our own unfolding story.

Like those kindergartners, we have all carried something around that’s bigger than we are and change is hard, no matter your age.

When we find ourselves in the unfamiliar, it’s easy to be gripped with fear. When that happens, we can shrink back and hide under the covers. We can ball up our fists and stomp our feet in anger at the unfairness of it all. We can allow ourselves to drown in sadness, wanting desperately to go back to what was.

But, as Christians, we have another option. We can go to God and cry out for help and mercy. We can pray for strength and courage. We can pray for healing and direction. We can pray for patience. We can pray for peace.

Quite often, the answers are not immediate, but we will get them because the more we lean into God, the more we learn to believe the absolute truth in Jesus’ words, “I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” John 16:33

Sometimes He even sends kindly people to point out that the loud scary thing we were afraid of, was nothing to fear after all. A kindergartener and a wise custodian, reminded me. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Every summer, I attempt to grow something that is edible. My backyard is mostly shade, so I’m very limited, but this year, I have a blueberry bush that was very happy in its spot and it made some serious blueberries. I had my doubts about how well it would do because it was covered in blooms very early in the season and I felt like it may have bloomed too early to actually make fruit.

I watered it and fed it anyway and hoped for the best.

I was rewarded with blueberries for several weeks and I was thrilled. Each day I would go outside with my bowl and search for the ones that were just the right color. It never ceased to amaze me that even though I would look carefully the first time, several trips around the bush would continue bless me with a few I had missed.

I was just as happy with those as I was with the first handful. It didn’t matter whether they were the first ones or the last ones. I treasured each one.

I marveled at how two berries could be side-by-side on the vine, yet one would ripen before the other one, even thought they received the same amount of sun and water. I also found that sometimes the berries on the bottom or on the inside of the bush would ripen before the ones on top, even though they received less sun.

There seemed to be no rhyme or reason as to why some were ready for harvest, but other ones weren’t. Everyday, I persistently looked for more, hoping they were ready.

One of the main reasons I love to try and grow things is that Jesus often reveals Himself to me in the process.

A little heart nudge reminded me that people, like blueberries, bloom and ripen at different rates on our faith journey. Some have the perfect amount of sunshine and rain. Some come close to drowning and get very little light at all, yet Jesus searches for us relentlessly wherever we are in the process.

He never gives up.

I was also reminded that sometimes we may feel that those around us appear to have little chance of bearing fruit, like I did with those early blooms, but we are called to water and care for them anyway.

We don’t get to decide when or how the fruit arrives. We are simply called to do our part and let faith do the rest. For nothing is impossible with God.

Some blueberries reminded me. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂