Category: Trusting God

Sometimes life seems upside-down. When we draw closer to God, we begin to learn and trust that He has a plan for us and we can let go of many of life’s anxieties knowing that He has our best interest at heart.

Piper Lessons

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Piper often misses out because she overestimates her size.

When I leave my house in the mornings, to go to work, I put a baby gate on the stairs. If I don’t, our big dog, Sandy, will go upstairs and scratch on my kids’ bedroom doors, until he wakes them up. I have no idea why he does that, but my teenagers do not appreciate being awakened before 7:00 A.M. on days they don’t have school, and so to keep peace among all of the living creatures in my home, I use the gate.

Interestingly enough, there’s usually a pretty large gap between the gate and the wall and our smaller dog, Piper, could easily squeeze through it if she chose too, but she doesn’t. One of her favorite things to do is to go back to bed, but she misses the opportunity because Piper thinks she’s much bigger than she really is.

She will sometimes growl at the bigger dog for no good reason. She seems totally unaware of their size difference. She will sit at the door on the porch indefinitely, waiting for someone to open the door a little wider for her although she could have easily walked through the opening that was already there.

On Piper, her overestimation of her size and the limitations she places on herself are comical. She’s such a silly dog.

But, I sometimes ask myself if I do any better. What opportunities do I pass up because I’m too old, or not qualified enough, or smart enough?

Sometimes God opens a door for us, just wide enough for us to step through. But, we don’t walk through it because we would prefer it to be wide open with a neon sign pointing the way and great fanfare leading us on.

More often than not, I have found that, that is simply not His way. When we take quiet time and pray, we are able to see the open doors around us and the different paths that become lit up. We become more comfortable stepping out into the spaces He provides instead of insisting on our own preferences of wide, bright, and loud.

We begin to understand that man’s ways and God’s ways have never been the same. “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord. As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.” Isaiah 55:8-9

And when we see an opening, we aren’t afraid to take it. My dog, Piper, reminded me. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂

Saying No to Fear

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From across the pool, something completely harmless, appeared threatening.

Over the Memorial Day weekend, my family was blessed to spend the weekend with my parents. More specifically, we spent the weekend at their pool and with a record breaking heat wave, we were especially thankful.

My first day in the pool, I checked the skimmer carefully, like I always do. Anyone who has ever owned a pool, knows the importance of that task. On most days, a skimmer will have leaves and dead bugs in it. But, sometimes there are dangerous critters like snakes, that aren’t really trapped and can get back out into the pool.

After my skimmer check, I hit the water. I was floating along, minding my own business, when something in the skimmer, caught my eye. Something blue was hanging down behind the face of the skimmer. I couldn’t see it when I looked inside from outside the pool. It was only visible from the pool. It looked like the tail of something and I immediately reported it to my parents as I paddled a safe distance away.

My Daddy, the reliable slayer of unwelcome skimmer intruders, got on his knees on the scorching hot cement and attempted to investigate. He couldn’t see anything. I kept telling him he had to be in the pool to see it. He tried to splash the area,but it didn’t move. He finally informed me I would have to get closer to direct him to the interloper.

I reluctantly obeyed. I paddled over timidly, just waiting for a ten foot python to come coiling out of the skimmer. But, as I got closer, I realized it was something else entirely.

The intruder that had filled my heart with fear and had Daddy on his hands and knees, was a sliver of their new pool liner that hadn’t been cut closely enough.

At first, I was filled with relief and then I felt incredibly foolish. Daddy was a good sport about the ordeal and moved on to other projects he had to work on.

But, the skimmer incident stayed on my mind long after I got out of the pool. We have become a society obsessed with safety. From helmets, to seat belts, to car seats, to cell phones, to cameras on our front porches. We seem to live with a certain amount of fear on the edge of all we do.

What opportunities are we losing due to our safety obsession? What trips do we pass up? What job opportunities do we turn down? What dreams do we pack away? How many opportunities to serve God do we turn down because of fear?

Sure, a certain amount of fear is useful, but there’s a reason that the Bible tells us over and over to, “Fear not.” When we walk with Jesus, we are called to walk with courage, not with fear.

A pool skimmer reminded me. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂

Squeaky Hinge Reminders

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Take time this summer to slow down and enjoy the ordinary.

Yesterday, I had a day off, the first in a much needed extra long weekend. I was exhausted from work life and personal life. My youngest just graduated from high school and while it was a wonderful celebration, it was emotionally draining as well.

We did pictures with grandparents and attended the ceremony. We went to dinner and opened gifts. The following day, we met with friends for more pictures and went to an arcade/restaurant with those friends and their parents for more celebrating. As I was walking around taking photos of him with his friends, I was reminded of birthday parties of the past when I did the same and I found myself fighting back tears.

I would have never believed when he was five, that I could love him even more at seventeen or that I would still consider photos with him and his friends just as precious as when they were little.

On Sunday, our church recognized him, presented him with a Bible and a gift card and prayed over him and I found myself tearing up yet again, feeling the love and support that surrounded him.

Yesterday, when I woke up, I tiptoed downstairs for a cup of coffee and some quiet time. I had had very little quiet in the past week. My mostly grown kids, were still sleeping and I gave a prayer of thanks that they were both home and safely tucked away. As I headed out to the porch to soak in the quiet cool morning, the hinges on the door, made their usual high pitched squeak.

I smiled as both dogs came running.

We’ve been in our house for fourteen years and that door has always squeaked loudly. I used to try to get my hubby to fix it, but I’ve grown used to it and these days it signals that the porch is open for business and by business, I mean sitting and visiting, resting and chatting, and enjoying Creation and each other.

The dogs went right to their preferred spots on the porch, like they always do this time of year, one right by my side and the other at my feet. On the weekends, my hubby joins us and the kids head straight out there when they wake up. We sometimes sit out there for hours talking and sharing stories, dreaming and remembering.

It’s an ordinary, yet extraordinary recognition of who we are, where we have been and where we are going. But, then life has taught me that the extraordinary is often found in the ordinary.

As summer officially kicks off this weekend, I’m going to try to slow down as much as possible and take in all of those ordinary moments, keeping in mind that in hindsight, those moments often become extraordinary. Some squeaky hinges reminded me. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂

This summer, I’m blessed to have both of my kids at home. I’m not sure when that will happen again, so in order to enjoy every possible moment of family time, I’m going to only post on Fridays.

Standing Amazed at God Winks

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There are never coincidences when we walk with God.

My hubby facilitates an adult Sunday school class. We’ve been in the Old Testament for a long time now. We’ve traveled through Genesis, Exodus and Joshua. He was pondering what to do next and was considering Jeremiah when I suggested that maybe he should switch gears and do Acts next.

It’s in the New Testament and it’s the story of the birth of The Church after the Resurrection. It’s full of a very active Holy Spirit and miracles, lots of action, and fun to read. I don’t really know why I suggested it. But, we have a new pastor coming in July and it just seemed appropriate.

New leadership always involves some change and transformation and Acts has lots of both.

My hubby pitched it to the class and they liked the idea, so on Sunday, we were set to get started. Sunday, was May 5th. Right before class started, the new pastor and his wife came strolling in the door unannounced. Did I mention they came all the way from Indiana and no one had any idea they were coming? They weren’t due until July 6th.

They came to close on their house and they hadn’t told anyone.

What are the chances that on the day we began the new study on Acts, that the future pastor shows up out of the blue from over 700 miles away?

I found myself once again in awe of God’s timing and His plan. I’ve heard these situations referred to as God Winks. When those who are faithful are praying and watching, He gives us signs that we are in fact on the right path and He is in fact at work. They happen all of the time. We just tend to miss them in our busyness.

Yet, if we slow down, we can be amazed on a regular basis just like I was on Sunday. I need to be amazed more often and reminded that He’s always at work. Perhaps you do too.

Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂

Wherever You Are

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Jesus meets us wherever we are on our journey.

Last Sunday, our sermon was about seeing Jesus in the world around us, which is one of my favorite topics. Part of the sermon was about the travelers on the road to Emmaus found in Luke 24. Most people who are familiar with the Gospels know the story.

Two men are walking along and talking after witnessing the Crucifixion and hearing rumors about the Resurrection. The Crucifixion was real to them. They saw it. It was tragic, but it made sense on a physical level. When a body dies, it stays dead, to believe anything else would have been a giant leap of faith.

But, Jesus joins them and begins explaining scripture to them, yet they don’t recognize Him. Our pastor noted that they didn’t really recall if He caught up with them from behind or they joined Him walking ahead, but He fell in step with them.

That little detail stayed on my mind long after Sunday. Jesus met them where they were. The Resurrection was supernatural and so Jesus could then be anywhere at anytime. He was no longer hampered by His human form. The glory of grace is what He chose to do with the power.

He could have chosen to stay right there at the tomb and wait for everyone to come to Him. He could have gone to the temple to show everyone that He was who He said He was, but He didn’t do either of those things.

He went and met the people who had earnestly sought Him all along. He found them where they were, cowering behind locked doors, walking along the road, in the cemetery and fishing, to name a few mentioned places. He appeared to men and women and to people who were doubters. He encouraged and He forgave.

He still meets those who seek Him, right where we are. Whether we are traveling or settled, bold or cowering, rejoicing or mourning. It doesn’t matter if we have walked with Him for many years or are brand new to the faith, or whether we have stumbled somehow.

Jesus walks with those who love Him regardless of where we are on this earthly journey. A Sunday sermon reminded me. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂

Remembering to Pray

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A bad day got immediately better as soon as I remembered to pray.

Earlier this week, I had to get my son registered for freshman housing college. He’s going to be attending a really big school and the housing registration process was in three parts. We got started the very first day available and he was really not very interested. But, he was much more enthusiastic a few months later, for the second phase, when he got to choose roommates. It didn’t take him long to be a part of a group of four and they were all set.

When he finally got issued a time for the final phase, when they would pick out their unit, he got issued an early slot, but it was during his school day, so I had to do it. I carefully got all of the information on what they wanted and logged on with no problems. I chose the complex they wanted and hit submit.

I was really proud of myself until I saw the term chosen was summer. Had I really just signed my son and three strangers up for summer housing? There was no way to back up or cancel. I called the school and was told someone would call me back. I sent an email and I stared at my phone all day. I waited from 10:30 until 3:00 and heard nothing.

I was panicked. What if I had messed up their housing? What if they got a bad dorm because I did something wrong? Would the other boys be angry at my son for my mistake? I felt helpless and stupid. I don’t know why I didn’t stop to pray in my panic, but when I got in my car to drive home, I literally cried out to Jesus and asked for help.

When I arrived home, I sat down at my computer and logged in again, then I picked up the phone and called again. I was on hold for a long time and as I waited, I got a notification that someone had commented on my blog post from Monday, which was interesting because it basically said, I had been so busy with family over the weekend, that I was too tired to post.

But, this sweet woman, who was clearly an answer to my prayer, wrote that she appreciated my honesty and transparency and my balancing priorities and love for family, friends and celebrating young people and that it was a great reminder for a Monday.

Tears slid down my face. My honesty about being completely wiped out had meant something to someone.

When I finally got to talk to the nicest person I have ever talked to, when I have called the school, she checked on everything and assured me all was well, that my son was in fact registered for fall not summer. She wasn’t sure why it said summer, but the dates that were listed were correct. I thanked her several times and we hung up.

I immediately said a prayer of thanks which was where I should have started to begin with.

A long stressful day, reminded me that prayer is where I should always start. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Hearts that Overflow

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When our hearts are overflowing, sometimes we have tears.

I work in an office at an elementary school and from time to time, a couple of the teachers will send a child my way to help reinforce something they may be working on in the classroom. I’m always happy to help. I often get a glimpse of Jesus when I talk with children. I used to tell my own kids when they were little, that children were His favorite people.

There’s a little boy who was coming in for a short while to read to me for a minute. He was working on fluency and every little bit helps, so he would come in and read a short passage and we would count his words together. It was always so fun to see his eyes light up when he read a little bit more than the day before. I think I enjoyed his progress as much as he did.

I hadn’t seen him in a while, but he popped in a couple of days ago with a new page to read with more difficult words. I was happy to see him. I’d missed his excitement and little stories. But, this time he had something on his mind. He didn’t miss a beat when he told me, “He had tears.”

I found that a strange expression for a little guy, but I waited as he went on to tell me he had tears because he was going to be leaving his teacher and going up to second grade.

My heart ached for him. Change is hard at any age. I remembered having teachers in my own life, who left footprints on my heart and I had been really sad to leave them, even though I was moving forward. I remembered my own children having teachers who left their footprints on my babies’ hearts and my own as well.

I have come to appreciate what a gift it is when we become so touched by the people in our lives that leaving them, gives us tears, to borrow my little friend’s expression. Those tears are simply evidence of the lasting, beautiful effect that those people will always have on our hearts. Those people change us forever and help to shape the people we become.

I reassured my little friend that he would get to see his teacher next year and that I was sure he would love second grade. That seemed to be enough for him. He took a deep breath and began reading and went a little further than the day before.

This time of year often brings lots of change, grade changes, school changes, graduations and weddings are just a few things that tend to occur in the spring. Those events while happy, often lead to us having tears, but the good news is that those tears mean we’re alive and our hearts are full, so full that they are overflowing, and that is truly a blessing.

A little boy reminded me. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂

Living Like Easter People

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What if Christians lived like everyday was Easter Sunday?

When I left church yesterday, which happened to be Easter Sunday, I was chatting with an elderly lady in our congregation. She’s 90 and quite spry. She rarely misses a Sunday. She commented on how she was so happy that the day turned out to be beautiful. I agreed with her and we talked a few more minutes before I gave her a hug and headed to my car.

I was thinking about our conversation on my drive home when I crossed the river. It was way up past flood stage and was moving very quickly. It rained Good Friday and on Saturday almost continuously. It was cold and dark, the way I picture the earth being, the day Jesus was crucified and the days He was in the tomb.

But, Easter Sunday turned out to be gorgeous as if Creation itself was celebrating along with Christians around the world.

Our pastor shared the concept and challenge to let Easter be the first day of the rest of our lives in Christ. I have to say that I never really thought about it that way.

I think of fresh starts on New Year’s Day and on my birthday, but Easter is a call to a spiritual fresh start, a clean slate that comes from the Resurrection. It’s a brand new call to accept grace and redemption and meets us at whatever point we find ourselves on our faith journey.

It doesn’t matter if we are brand new or seasoned Christ followers, or whether we have been traveling faithfully or have fallen away for some reason. Even if we find ourselves completely upside down and on the wrong road altogether, Easter is an invitation back to Jesus, back to forgiveness, back to healing, and back to unconditional love.

Easter is an invitation to all who choose to accept it. There are no exceptions.

When I scanned my Facebook feed it was full of “Happy Easter” and “He is Risen,” messages and each one was beautiful and encouraging to see, but on Monday, we tend to go back to business as usual. Those messages are a one day deal.

What if we tried to live like Easter people all year long? What if we chose to remember first thing each morning, the glory of the miracle that we are blessed to be included in? If we lived with that fresh joy and revelation everyday, it wouldn’t matter how badly our day went, because in the end, our thoughts and sights would be set on something much bigger than today’s troubles.

A Sunday sermon and a sunny day, reminded me to remember the promise of Easter everyday. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂

Worshiping In the Storms

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We can always hold the promise of Easter close, despite our current circumstances.

Last Sunday morning, I woke my groggy seventeen-year-old up to tell him his daddy and I were going to church. (He always comes later than we do.) I told him to be very careful driving in because we were expecting some bad weather that day, possibly even some tornadoes.

Without even opening his eyes, he asked me, “If the weather is going to be so bad, why are we going?”

Ahhh, questions from the mouths of babes, are not really surprising, but I suspect that those of us who claim to be mature in our faith, may not do much better.

It’s easy to praise and worship God when life is beautiful and everything is going well. But, how do we do when the really rough weather arrives? What about when it sets in and stays a while?

We probably find ourselves praying and asking for deliverance, which is fine. We should call out to God when we are in distress, but do we find ourselves praising and worshiping Him? Do we revert to the, “I don’t deserve this/ why is this happening to me questions?”

Do we question God’s goodness when things in our lives aren’t good?

The Christian life has never been a promise of a trouble free walk. We live in a broken world with an enemy who is very active and intent on causing chaos.

But, today is Good Friday, a day many of us would prefer to skip over and go straight to Easter. I get it. Easter is glorious. God wins and grace and redemption were born. Death was defeated for good.

Yet, Easter Sunday couldn’t possibly be what it is without the darkness of that Friday. We have the privilege of viewing that Friday through the Easter lens. Jesus’s disciples, friends, family and loved ones, did not. I imagine to them, they felt completely abandoned. The pain and sorrow they felt during those three days must have been unbearable.

But, God was at work. He had a plan just as He always has, just as He always will. When Sunday at last dawned, everything had changed and life on planet earth would never again be the same.

As we contemplate the events of that Friday which ultimately led to that Sunday, may we remember to never stop worshiping and praising the God who loves us enough to grant us eternity with Him.

May we be reminded that our current circumstances are not how our story ends and hold that truth close always. May our souls be filled with the hope that Easter brings.

Today may be Friday, but Easter is coming. Perhaps you needed reminding.

Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂

Creation Inspiration

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It’s amazing what we can find when we are patient and look closely.

I took a field trip around my yard one day last week. We had been blessed with a couple of days in the eighties and my yard had sprung back to life. Everything was green and blooming and I walked around just snapping pictures, like a kid on Christmas morning.

My fig tree had a bunch of figs for the first time ever and my blueberry bushes were covered in blueberries, not just blooms, but actual berries.

I marveled as I walked around, at all of the life and growth bursting forth around me and I was reminded of the long wet winter. It rained for days and days last winter. I mean seriously, it was gray most of the time and I sometimes wondered if they rain would ever end. I think it was actually the second wettest for us in history.

We got no snow, but tons of rain, and I was so weary of it.

But, the aftermath of that wet, miserable winter, was proving to be stunning. Apparently that incessant rain had caused nature to flourish in a way I would have never thought possible back in February.

As I pondered the thought, I looked closely at my hydrangeas. They are such interesting plants. During the winter, they go completely dormant. If you didn’t know any better, you would swear they were dead and dig them up and toss them, but they seem to turn green again overnight and what was dead on the outside actually was alive on the inside. Mine actually had tiny blooms getting ready to explode.

When I finally went back into the house, I felt filled with the inspiration that can only come from Creation, the kind that comes from what only God can create and I was reminded of the importance of patience, perseverance and trusting His plan.

God knew in January and February about the new life that was coming in the spring. He new about the growth and the beauty. He knew what the rain would produce even when I wasn’t capable of seeing it, even when I was tired and frustrated.

He knows the same about His human creations as well. He knows the plans He has for us. He knows what’s coming after the long rainy seasons move through. He’s constantly working to knit it all together to create something beautiful and fruitful.

A spring walk reminded me. Sometimes I need reminding. Perhaps you do too.

Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂