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.

Fighting for Ivy

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"For nothing is impossible with God." Luke 1:37
“For nothing is impossible with God.” Luke 1:37

When I accepted a job offer at a local elementary school, a couple of months ago, I knew that God had placed me there for a reason. I didn’t know what it was, but there were way too many tiny pieces that fell into place one after another, for it to be a coincidence. My faith walk has taught me that there are no coincidences.

I have been blessed to be welcomed by a wonderful community of teachers, administrators, kids and their parents at my new school. But, perhaps the person who has welcomed me the most has been our nurse, Ivy.

She’s a quiet soul with one of the kindest hearts I have ever seen and a true healer. She loves every child who crosses the threshold of the clinic. She made it her business to tell me almost everyday how glad she was that I was there and I would tell her how glad I was to be there and I meant it.

The two of us would start the day in the office, at 7:00. The lights were still off and it was quiet, the way it rarely is in an elementary school. We would each talk about what was going on with our families in those few minutes of quiet and then we would pray together.

Afterwards, we would turn on the lights and begin the day.

Ivy, is a woman of great faith and an inspiration to me. She has recently received a diagnosis of ALS. You may remember all of the, “ice bucket challenges,” that covered social media last year. That’s ALS. The prognosis is not good. But, Ivy is a woman of faith and faith changes everything.

She confided in me that she had prayed about it and she believes she will be healed. So do I.

The odds are not in her favor. Fortunately, our God doesn’t play by the odds. We worship the God who created the earth, the God who created the human body, the God who parted the Red Sea, the God who sent us Jesus, who raised the dead and healed the sick. Do I believe He is capable of healing Ivy?

I do.

Everyone at school is asking how they can help her. Meals have been lined up and money is being raised and I know my sweet friend is grateful beyond words. She has told me so.

But, I also remember about this time last year, asking for prayers, here in this space, for a friend of mine’s sister-in-law who was going to Africa to help fight the Ebola virus, even though it would be dangerous for her. She too, was a woman of faith. God protected her and I believe we all had a part.

When we pray, we are standing in the gaps. When we pray as a group, the miraculous can happen. It has been said that while miracles do not produce faith, faith does produce miracles.

I am asking all of my readers to become prayer warriors with me for Ivy. I am asking that we remember who the God we serve is and what He can do, and the things that are possible with prayer.

One of the last scriptures that Ivy and I prayed together before she was put on medical leave was from Mark 5:34. Jesus was speaking to a woman who had been suffering for twelve years. No doctor could help her. The woman simply touched Jesus’ cloak. Jesus turned to her and said, “Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed from your suffering.”

Let’s pray that prayer for Ivy and wait expectantly for big things.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

 

Cradled in Prayer

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A Sunday morning trip to the emergency room was an opportunity to Jesus at every turn.
A Sunday morning trip to the emergency room, was an opportunity to see Jesus at every turn.

On Sunday morning, my seventeen year old daughter, came downstairs saying she wasn’t feeling well. She said her stomach had been hurting all night. Her face was covered in sweat and then she dropped to her knees at the trash can.

My hubby immediately suspected appendicitis and said we needed to go to the emergency room. I wasn’t convinced. She was obviously sick, but there are a lot of stomach bugs going around. She said she was feeling much better, but he was insistent and having had a ruptured appendix many years before, I trusted his judgement.

We brushed our teeth and put on some clothes and headed to the emergency room. There are two hospitals in our area and both are good, but one is Catholic and very open about Jesus, so that was our choice. There’s something about a hospital that has a cross hanging in every room, that I find comforting. As my daughter would later say, “Jesus was in every room I went into.”

Indeed He was.

We were treated with great kindness from everyone who crossed our paths, from the registrar, to nurses, to our doctor, to our radiologist, to the nice lady who took out the trash, and every single kindness extended to us, went noticed by this mama.

When we got the appendicitis diagnosis and were told she would need surgery, I posted a picture on Facebook and asked for prayers. We had the first prayers sent up on our behalf within minutes. Within the hour, my phone had buzzed 25 times with people offering up prayers for my daughter and each one made me a little stronger.

Our pastor arrived and he talked with her and prayed over her and the minute he finished, the surgeon walked in.

In a day that could have been filled with fear and anxiety, I literally felt like we were being cradled in prayer. All day long, into the evening the prayer notifications continued. I heard from childhood friends, high school friends, family, my daughter’s former teachers, coworkers, my church family, our Salkehatchie family and other members of my faith family.

Each time, the message was something short and simple like, “prayers for her,” or “prayers going up.”

That’s all it took to bring peace to my soul.

For all of its negativity and for all of the political rants and ugliness that can plague it, Facebook became a holy place for me last weekend, a place where the light of Christ shone like a beacon. On reflection, I realize it can always be that way, if we choose to make it so.

The surgery went perfectly. Her appendix had not ruptured. The surgeon told us it took him like twenty minutes. We went home that night.

It’s been a few days and my daughter is on the mend. In the end, I had 90 comments and probably 85 specifically said they were praying for her.

I sincerely cannot remember a time when I have felt so blessed. When bad things happen, it’s so easy to ask where God is. I have often written that He’s always here, always with us, if we take the time to seek Him with open hearts.

Last Sunday, He was everywhere, in every face of our health care workers, on every crucifix, with every buzz of my phone. I have difficulty finding the words to express my gratitude to all of those prayer warriors who intervened for us. All I can say is my cup runneth over.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

See You in Heaven

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I will always treasure the lessons I learned on my mission trip.
I will always treasure the lessons I learned on my mission trip.

There’s a man who has been a leader on both of my Salkehatchie mission trips. He’s a retired navy fighter pilot. He’s completely white-headed and a force to be reckoned with. He’s tough as nails, just as you would hope one of our soldiers would be. He loves Jesus and he loves working with and sharing his faith with teenagers.

The kids have a deep respect for him as do I, even if they are a little intimidated by him at first.

On our last trip, we were finished up on our work site and we were headed out for milkshakes at a local restaurant called Rush’s. We were in three different vehicles. As we loaded up, he said, “I’ll see you at Rush’s or I’ll see you in Heaven.”

I kind of laughed and I must have had a puzzled look on my face, because he went on to explain that he always tells his wife that when he leaves home. He tells her he will see her when he returns or that he will see her in heaven.

I thought about that statement long after we finished our milkshakes. I thought about the faith behind the words. I thought about the dangerous job he had has a fighter pilot and then as a commercial airline pilot. Those are both jobs that I would think, would take great faith to engage in everyday.

But, I also thought about how we are never certain which day on earth will be our last. We could all go at any time. No one knows when tragedy will strike. But, my friend’s words are such a beautiful reminder that none of us are permanent residents here. We are all just travelers.

When he says confidently to his wife, when he leaves the house, that he will see her when he returns or he will see her in heaven, it serves as a daily reminder who he is, who he belongs to and where he is headed. It reminds him to make his days count, to make his actions count, to make his words count.

It reminds him to tell the ones he loves that he loves them.

The words are not morbid or pessimistic. They are a promise that when we belong to Jesus, something better awaits us. If we don’t make it back to our earthly home, today, or tomorrow, or next week, or next year, we are assured and our loved ones are assured, that we will see them again. We will one day be reunited.

They are words of hope that I feel blessed that he shared with me and I felt led to share here. See you next time or I’ll see you in heaven. I think those are words worth repeating.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Changing the View

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I couldn't change what was going on outside, but I could change his view.
I couldn’t change what was going on outside, but I could change his view.

Last weekend, I was up before my teens and having some much needed quiet time at the kitchen table, with a cup of coffee, my laptop and my Bible. Silence is a rare thing for me these days and I was basking in it.

Then, the dogs started barking. They ran to the window in the dining room and barked to the top of their lungs. I kept shushing them, but they kept barking. There was someone walking another dog in the cul-de-sac and they were upset and stressed and no amount of shushing them would make them stop.

Have I mentioned that they aren’t the most obedient dogs on the planet?

Exasperated, I finally pulled the curtains closed, so they couldn’t see out. It worked like a charm. Immediately, all barking ceased and my peace and quiet were restored.

It was really kind of amazing. Covering up what was agitating them, was all that it took.

I thought about the resulting peace from my action over the next few days. I couldn’t remove what was going on outside of my house, but I could limit their vision of it.

What other things would have the same results?

Well, for one thing, there’s social media. Depending on who you follow and the pages you like, your news feed may be full of inspirational quotes or it may be full of political rants. If social media stresses you out our makes you angry, or makes you feel badly about your imperfect life, stay off of it. Life will go on, and quite likely, more peacefully.

Then of course, there’s the news, this election cycle is a hot mess to say the least. There’s been nothing that’s ladylike or gentlemanly like about it. Sure, we need to stay informed, but reading through the headlines in the evening before bed will probably suffice. If we all refused to watch all of the mudslinging, it may even get better.

But, here’s the bottom line, we can’t change it at the moment. The election is not until November. Is watching the daily negativity helping us in any way? If it’s causing stress and anger, we can simply turn it off, pull the curtains, like I did with my dogs.

As I continued to think about it, there are many things in daily life we could choose to block out, things ranging from office gossip to squabbles among friends.

In each situation, we could ask ourselves if participating or watching can better ourselves in any way? Will it cause us stress? Will it draw us closer to God?

If the answer is no, then perhaps, we should pray about it because that always works. We can give it to God on a spiritual level, but physically, we can just close the curtains and block it out. We can’t always change what’s going on, but we can change how we view it.

We might find ourselves living with a little more peace.

My barking dogs reminded me. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Shedding the Bullets

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Healing is a choice.
Healing is a choice.

My pastor told a story on Sunday about preaching at a revival in Maryland, many years ago. He said that during his visit, he took a walk with the pastor of the church he was visiting, to the Battlefield of Antietam. That spot marks the single bloodiest day battle in American history. There 22,717 men killed, wounded, or missing when the battle was done.

As they walked around the area, the other pastor pointed to the houses that had been built around the area. Almost every single house had members in it with cancer.

As it turns out, the tens of thousands of bullets that were shot during that battle, settled into the ground, and scientists believe, into the ground water. The bullets were made of lead.

Over two hundred fifty years later, the bullets shot so long ago, are still killing and wounding people.

I suppose that’s not too surprising, because our hearts work the same way.

We can carry around hate and hurt for generations allowing it too, to slowly kill us if we aren’t careful. We can pass down anger and distrust that stem from situations so far back we don’t even remember. Things like, someone refusing to go to church because of some hurt from the distant past, can keep the next generation out of church too. Racism can get passed down from generation to generation.  Distrust of authority, because it was abused at some point, can get passed down to future generations and hatred of police officers is born.

Sometimes those festering bullets can be a little more recent. Sometimes something was done or said to us personally, as children, and we are still allowing ourselves to be poisoned from them, carrying around pain and anger, refusing to let it go and let it heal.

But, walking around hurting, hating, distrusting, and angry ,is not God’s plan for His children. Jesus offers us another way.

He is willing and able to heal anything that we bring to Him, no matter how old or new those bullets may be.

Jesus said: “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Matthew 12:28-30

We know that carrying around unresolved anger and pain causes all types of stress and even physical sickness. Those people who lived in Antietam probably didn’t know the physical danger they were in. They probably didn’t have a choice until it was too late.

We do. The question for us, is are we willing to be healed? Are we willing to remove all of the bullets? Jesus always gives us a choice.

A Civil War battle reminded me. Perhaps you need reminding too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Seeing the Hand of God

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After experiencing God's power in a huge way, we were rewarded with this sunset.
After experiencing God’s power in a huge way, we were rewarded with this sunset.

Today’s post picks up where yesterday’s left off. My family and I had just left Walmart and we were traveling home on Loop 10 at fifty-five or so, miles per hour. My hubby and I were discussing with our kids the ability, and the call, to extend kindness to others when we can, whoever that person may be, when our conversation was stopped in its tracks.

A car traveling in the opposite direction, ran off of the road, over-corrected and rolled in mid-air (a complete flip), and landed on its tires, facing the opposite way, in the median. The driver and her passenger in the backseat, were securely fastened in their seats. No one was ejected.

Since we were traveling in the opposite direction, and noted that drivers on the other side of the road were stopping, I called 911, with a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes.

There was no one traveling on her side of the roadway when she flew across. Mere, seconds later, several cars came flying by. If she would have made the same mistake seconds later, it may have resulted in serious injuries for her and her passenger, as well as several other drivers traveling on that roadway. It may have even cost them their lives.

That road is notoriously busy and the traffic moves rapidly. What if an eighteen-wheeler had been driving by? What if she had landed back in the road going the opposite direction; she would have had a head on collision. What if she would have ended up on our side? What if the car had landed on its roof; the occupants would have been crushed.

All of these scenarios raced through my mind as I drew the only conclusion that I could. My family and I had just witnessed the Hand of God at work.

There were a hundred reasons why those people should have been seriously injured, but they weren’t. There were many scenarios where other people should have been injured, but they weren’t.

I couldn’t stop thinking about it for the rest of the day. I am still in awe as I write about it.

My teen daughter often tells me that her friends struggle with their faith because the can’t “see” God. I am amazed that we had just left Walmart and were discussing with our kids, being the face of Jesus, to a world that desperately needs it, when God showed up and showed us His mighty hand.

He’s here with us everyday. We probably miss His handiwork more often than not, but sometimes He shows up in huge ways that are impossible to miss. And it’s in those moments that I am reminded that the God we worship, called the stars into being, and parted the Red Sea, and tumbled the Walls of Jericho with a horn blast, and helped a child slay a giant, when an army could not.

There is nothing that is impossible for Him or for those of us who put our faith in Him. Last weekend He sent me a mighty reminder. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Too Good Not to Share

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It only takes a spark.
It only takes a spark.

My daily prayer is for God to show Himself to me in a way that I can share with others and hopefully, inspire them on their faith walk. One of my favorite Bible verses is: “Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing.” 1 Thessalonians 5:11

There are some days, however, when God is hard to see and hear and I sometimes find myself wondering if I will spend hours staring at a blinking cursor with nothing to write. Do you ever have days like that? Do you ever wonder if He’s really near or if He’s really listening?

But, God is always faithful to those who seek Him, even when we insist on doubting.

At the end of my day yesterday, when I was getting ready to go home, one of our teachers came in and was chatting with some of our office staff. They were talking about never knowing when they should help someone who claims to need help. There are so many people out there who are scammers.

Quite honestly, I was only half-way listening. I think this is a struggle that most people have, when to doubt and when to trust, but then the conversation grabbed my interest.

The teacher was giving an account of the story her priest had told the Sunday before.

He had been at a gas station when a woman approached him for money. Said she had a long drive and no gas. He said he was skeptical at first, but there was something desperate in the woman’s eyes that made him want to help her.

He looked at her car and it was full of children.

He told her he wouldn’t give her cash, but that he would pay to fill her car up. He went into the store to pay for her gas and since he was one of eleven children himself, he bought her a bunch of snacks for the road for her kids and two more gas cards.

He told the grateful woman that he wished he could do more, but that was all he had. (After all, priests don’t make much money.)

The woman went on her way and he went back to the rectory.

When he arrived, there was an envelope lying on his desk containing the exact amount of money that he had given the desperate woman, apparently donated by some new parishioner.

Do you have chills yet? Is your heart warmed?

I thought about that priest and the choice he made long after I left work.

I was reminded that God is always there for those who seek Him. The Holy Spirit guides us to give and share when we should. Perhaps we should spend less of our time worrying about being cheated and more of our time listening to the nudges of the Spirit.

That’s what that priest did and look at what his faithful obedience produced, a story that was just too good not to share. Hopefully, you will feel the same.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

 

Kindergarten Wisdom

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We can learn a lot from children.
We can learn a lot from children.

In my new job, in an elementary school office, my desk sits in front of the nurse’s clinic. Now, in a kindergarten through fifth grade school, I’m sure you can imagine that we have a steady stream of visitors. The little guys have all kinds of boo boos. That doesn’t even account for the upset stomachs resulting from nerves that naturally accompany a new school year.

We are blessed with one of the sweetest nurses on the planet. She is soft-spoken, calming and kind-hearted. I mean she’s one of those people where kindness actually radiates from her. The kids feel calmer just being in her presence. I feel calmer being in her presence.

One day this week, we had a kindergartner come in who wasn’t feeling well. It’s been a long time since I’ve been around little guys like that and they are adorable. This little fellow was running a fever and our nurse called his mama to come and get him.

While she was on the way, another student came in and the little guy had to come out of the clinic and wait in the office for her. He sat on the floor for about two minutes before he just went ahead and lay down. He pulled his jacket over him. When my coworker asked him if he was cold, he said he was, so she put her sweater over him.

He put two little fingers in his mouth and went right to sleep. His mama arrived very shortly and took him home.

I thought about that little guy all day the next day and what I could learn from him. I thought about how Jesus said we should have the faith of a child.

When that kindergartner felt bad, he sought help from the nurse and then he just lay down and waited for his mama to come and help him feel better. He didn’t worry or fret. He rested, knowing that help and comfort were on the way. He wasn’t embarrassed about feeling bad. He didn’t try to soldier on, plastering a smile on his face and powering through it. He readily admitted that he couldn’t keep going at the moment.

Have you ever been there? I know I have.

How many times have we been so overwhelmed by what life has thrown at us, yet we plaster a smile on and keep on going. We have been programmed not to show weakness. How often do we end up with stomach-aches of our own, or headaches, or sleepless nights? Stress can manifest itself in a hundred ways that can harm us.

What would our lives look like, if we modeled that kindergartner, and we sought help from God when life gets chaotic and out of control? What if we went to Jesus in heartfelt prayer about what is troubling us and then rested at His feet, trusting that help and healing is coming?

What if we always remembered that God is in control and that it’s okay to rest, and to heal, and to admit that our lives are messy sometimes? What if we remembered that what God thinks is the only thing that really matters, so what others think doesn’t?

I was reminded of some beautiful truths from a kindergartner. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

 

Lessons from a Box Truck

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We don't have to know what lies ahead; we only have to trust the One who does.
We don’t have to know what lies ahead; we only have to trust the One who does.

I was recently driving down the road when I got behind a big box truck. I really dislike driving behind them because I can’t see what’s up ahead. Sure enough, we came to an intersection with a stop light. He blasted through it, but I couldn’t see the light. It was obviously green for him, but was it still green for me?

I couldn’t see it. If it was yellow for him, then it might have switched to red for me. Someone barreling through in the other direction, could have gotten a brand new green light and t-boned me at full force.

What was I to do? Should I hit the gas and pray for the best?

Ummm, no, what I needed to do and I did, was to slow down, which turned out to be a good thing because the light had turned red. Hitting the gas instead of the breaks, would have been a dangerous decision.

But, hitting the gas is our nature, isn’t it? We don’t like to wait. We don’t like to go slowly and we definitely don’t like not knowing what lies up ahead. That’s why we don’t like box trucks.

That box truck stayed on my mind in the days to follow. Walking with Jesus is often like traveling behind a box truck. If we are in a hurry and insist on our own way, we will often find ourselves frustrated.

Faith teaches us to take one step at a time, one day at a time, and to trust that God has a plan. Faith teaches us that His plan is better than ours and that He will provide for us in His way and in His time.

In a world that asks us what our ten-year plan is and seeks to have us plan every minute of every day until we retire, that path often doesn’t sit too well. But, His path is not and has never been a worldly path. The journey with Christ is a daily walk where we sometimes walk the same road for years and then sometimes we take a new turn everyday.

We don’t have to know the way or even see the road ahead. We only have to know and trust the One who does and it can be excruciatingly difficult at times. Yet, that’s what we are called to do.

When we willingly follow Him, we will always arrive at the destination He intended for us and it will always be much more than we could have imagined.

The question for us is really a matter of trust, faith and obedience. I sometimes struggle with those, but thankfully, we have grace and redemption on a daily basis and the Holy Spirit to light our way. When we get off track, Jesus always reaches out for us to pull us back, closely to his side.

A box truck reminded me. Sometimes I need reminding. Perhaps you do too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

 

Walking in Faith

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The light of Christ changes everything.
“For we live by faith, not by sight.” 2 Corinthians 5:7

I was recently praying as I was getting ready for my day. I was in my bedroom and it was quiet. I had so many things on my mind, so many people and circumstances to pray for. I felt certain I was missing some of them.

I had been praying about our current political scene in this country. I had been praying about the recent violence involving police. I had been praying about people who I hold close who are battling sickness as well as other emotional issues. I had been praying about a new chapter in my own life.

My heart was a little heavy and I briefly wondered if I had met my prayer quota for the day. Was God getting all of this? Did I need to back up and repeat?

Of course, I know that is not how God works. The Bible says He knows what I need before I even ask it, but at that moment, the world around me from my little space to globally, seemed to me, to be in great need of His guidance and intervention.

As I finished my prayer, I went to the windows and opened my blinds for the day. The sun was bright and flooded the room with light and tiny rainbows dotted my ceilings and walls. The scene took my breath away. I grinned as I grabbed my cell phone to snap a few shots that don’t even begin to do justice to the moment.

Within minutes, they were gone, but the message was received. Yes, He was listening. Yes, He is in control. No, my list of prayers is never too much for Him. I looked heavenward and whispered, “thank-you.”

Now, those of you out there who may be the Doubting Debbie types, I am fully aware that the sun was reflecting off of something in my bedroom that acted as a prism. I am well aware that it wasn’t some kind of miracle. But, the fact that I just happened to open my blinds at the same exact time I said, “Amen,” and at that precise moment, the sun just happened to hit the right spot at the right time to produce those little rainbows…..

That, my friends is faith. I know that God was letting me know that He was listening. The amazing thing is that when I seek Him with my whole heart, in a quiet place, He always has a way of showing Himself, if I am diligent about looking.

There are so many Bible verses that pop into my mind here: “Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.” Matthew 7:7 or “This is the message we have heard from him and declare to you: God is light; in Him there is no darkness at all.” 1 John 1:5  or maybe, “Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.” Hebrews 11:1

They all point to the Amazing God who we worship. They all point to Jesus. God is always listening to our prayers. Perhaps you needed reminding today.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂