A Reminder to Celebrate

Sometimes we must choose to celebrate in spite of the chaos.

When my kids were little, I often marveled at how God used them to speak to me. Sometimes the most profound wisdom would come from their little mouths and I was always amazed. Now they are college students and I sometimes forget that He can still use them.

This year, due to Covid-19, there would be no attending Easter church services. I planned for us to just watch one on television in our pajamas with a cup of coffee, like we have been doing for the past few weeks. But, my college age daughter had different ideas.

She said that Easter is a big deal. She felt like we should get dressed up just like we were attending a church service and she felt like we should have a big Easter meal like we always do with deviled eggs and the good dishes. I had to admit she caught me by surprise, but I felt like she was right.

Why do we dress up on Easter and who do we dress up for? Why do we celebrate? While it’s definitely wonderful to worship and fellowship with other Christians, they shouldn’t be the motivation why we do what we do. Easter is a big feast day for Christians. It’s our holiest of days. Shouldn’t we have our feast even if it was just with our family?

We planned our menu and in the process were able to support some local restaurants that are desperately trying to keep afloat right now. We cooked some dishes and ordered some dishes and got to work together on our meal as a family.

When my daughter suggested that we watch the live stream of the church she has been attending, we agreed. We believe in the Church Universal and we don’t believe that one denomination is superior to another. We got up and got dressed and were blessed by the sermon. The pastor was young and energetic and we could see why she liked him.

We took family pictures after the service, like we always have. I wanted to remember this year where everything was so different in many ways, yet the same in others. I wanted to document our blessings amidst chaos.

Long after our meal, I thought about this year’s Easter celebration. I thought about how God has always used my children to speak to me. I saw it so often when they were little and I guess I thought maybe since they are no longer little, He would no longer use them. I can’t imagine why I would think that.

This year, He used my grown up daughter to remind me that when we have a reason to celebrate, we should pull out all the stops and celebrate. It doesn’t really matter what our circumstances are and Easter is a huge reason to celebrate, for Christians, it’s the biggest.

Sometimes I need reminding. Perhaps you do too.

Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂

Finding His Provision

“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” Romans 8:28

We have a place in our yard where we have talked about putting in a fish pond for years. We had one at our last house and really enjoyed it, but we never got around to taking the time and doing the work it took to put one in when we moved. We’ve been here for fifteen years now and it seemed like one of those projects that was simply never going to happen. The kids grew up and went off to school and we all just had better things to do.

That was until Covid-19 put us under a mandatory quarantine. The kids came home from college in March instead of May. Internships and part-time jobs were off the table. All of a sudden, we had time on our hands and the desire to add a spot where we could sit in the shade, watch goldfish swim and hear the soothing gurgle of a waterfall.

My daughter and my hubby dug the hole together and ordered the items needed and Saturday morning, my daughter and I went to gather some rocks from the edge of our property. When we got ready to go outside, I found myself grumbling aloud about the overcast skies. I wondered why we couldn’t have a sunny day to do our work.

As we began to use our shovels to dig around, we found some really big rocks. Some of them took both of us to lift and we had to call my hubby to help us with a couple. We worked up quite a sweat. As we dug and pulled and lifted, a soft breeze blew. Before I could stop myself, I found myself commenting to my daughter, how hot it would have been if the sun had been out.

The moment I said the words, I felt both humbled and convicted. I wanted the sun to be out. I was tired of clouds and rain. As is often the case, I thought I knew what was best for me and equally as often, I was wrong. God had provided as He always does in His way, not mine and His way as always, was infinitely better.

I’ve helped roof houses before when I knew the clouds were a gift and gave thanks immediately for them. But, sometimes in valley seasons, we miss those gifts, God’s provision, even though it’s always there.

Covid-19 has us all walking in a valley season. Everyone is affected, old and young, rich and poor, all races, genders and nationalities. It’s easy to miss the gifts and provision when we listen to the news and become filled with despair and panic.

But, when we focus on Jesus and trust in His love and grace, no matter the season, we will see His provision. An overcast Saturday reminded me. Sometimes I need reminding. Perhaps you do too.

Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂

A Mandatory Season of Lent

“Such love has no fear, because perfect love drives out fear. If we are afraid, it is for fear of punishment, and this shows that we have not fully experienced his perfect love.” 1 John 4:18 NLT

Last week I began to take a daily walk during my lunch break. Covid-19 has me working from home, so I really have no excuse not to get out and walk. The people I work with all encourage us to get outside and take brain breaks away from all of the technology that pings, dings and vibrates all day long vying for my constant attention. Everyone seems to intrinsically know that nature is good for the soul.

Since this crisis has hit us at the same time spring has, there has literally been new discoveries everyday. I have been amazed at how pink buds appear seemingly overnight on a tree that was barren the day before and then wowed again at the blossoms that burst forth so quickly after. I’ve seen wisteria vines go from dormant, to a few blossoms, to dozens of clusters in days and the fragrance they release is a small wonder all its own.

As I was praying and giving thanks for the beauty, I found myself almost overwhelmed at God’s timing. If Covid-19 would have shown itself during the winter, most of us would have had to remain locked up indoors and for those of us in the Deep South, our winter included an unprecedented amount of rain. It was a miserable winter. We all grumbled about it. I even blogged about it.

But, those showers, as incessant as they were, have led to a beautiful spring. Would we have appreciated our beautiful and warm weather if we hadn’t endured that rain?

It also struck me that we are in the midst of Lent, a period of time when Christians are called to draw closer to Jesus by asking ourselves what it is that keeps us away from Him. It’s a time of self-reflection when we are supposed to put down those idols that we put before our relationship with Jesus.

If I’m honest, there are years when I have wholeheartedly participated in Lent and there are years when I have not. But, this year, it seems that Lent has been forcibly thrust upon us. We are living in a time of fear, chaos, panic and uncertainty. Our economy is in a free fall. We are confined to our homes with our families and isolated from other people and just about everything worldly. We are barraged with hourly messages of doom from the media.

Maybe now is the time for us to prayerfully ask, what has kept us from God and what He wants to teach us. Since we have had to put down just about everything we have held tightly in our hands, maybe now is the time to refocus and rededicate our lives to the higher purpose to which we have been called. Maybe in doing that, we can become part of a revival that our nation and even our world, has never seen before.

A walk reminded me that people who keep their focus fixed on Jesus can’t help, but become people of love and light and people of love and light, spread hope faster than any virus can ever spread desolation and fear. Sometimes I need reminding. Perhaps you do too.

Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂

Honoring the Greatest Two Commandments

The azaleas reminded me that God has a plan and is not surprised by this pandemic or anything else.

I don’t usually post on Mondays, but today I felt led to. I am astounded at how quickly our world is changing. Every 24 hours the news is a little more grim. What weeks ago, was a virus called Covid-19, that I had never heard of, in an area of China I had never even heard of, has now crossed our borders. At this writing, 46 states, including mine, and the District of Columbia all have reported cases.

Unfortunately, panic has ensued. There’s not a drop of hand sanitizer to be found anywhere and for some bizarre reason, toilet paper has become scarce.

We have been told not to panic. Some 80 percent of people will clear it with no problems if infected. But, the remaining 20 percent will get very sick or die. Our government has asked us to stay at home if possible, for two weeks. Schools and colleges have been cancelled. People have been asked to work from home if at all possible.

Yet, it seems to me, that most everyone seems to believe that they are included in that 80 percent, even though the twenty percent includes anyone over 60, which is over 60.7 million, anyone with underlying health conditions like diabetes and emphysema and people who are obese, which is 70 million, not to mention anyone on chemotherapy. That’s a lot of at risk people.

Last week at my office, the question that arose over and over from my younger co-workers was if any of us older folks remembered a time this surreal. The answer most often repeated was the days after 911. Those of us who lived through that dark time remember it well. The difference is that we all came together, even Congress (for a time, if you can believe that). We reached out to our neighbors. We were all Americans and we shared concern for one another.

Our nation turned back to God and the churches were full, for a time.

I also have vivid memories of the Ebola outbreak in 2014. I even wrote about it. With a 50 percent death rate for all exposed, it was terrifying. I remember asking my readers to pray and a scripture came to mind.

“If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and heal their land.” 2 Chronicles 7:14

Our nation once again, turned back to God, for a time.

The Ebola outbreak was halted. I’ve no doubt that was due to Divine intervention.

As I was walking today and I observed that the earth was coming back to life, bursting forth in bloom, I was reminded that God is not surprised by any of this. He’s at work and He expects us to be as well. First of all, we all need to pray for intervention and we need to remember that we are not now nor have we ever been in control of our lives.

We need to acknowledge Who is.

Then perhaps we should ask ourselves how we can help that 20 percent. Can we deliver groceries or meds to them, so they can stay at home? Can we call them on the phone so they don’t feel so isolated? Can we stay at home as much as possible ourselves to avoid becoming carriers?

How can we effectively “Love our neighbor?”

Jesus said that the greatest commandment was, “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: Love your neighbor as yourself.” Matthew 22:37-39

Panic has never solved anything. The Bible repeatedly tells us not to fear, but apathy isn’t the way to go either. Maybe we could all dig deep and reach for empathy and remember that God is in control. Those of us who belong to Him need not fear.

Our most recent global crises reminded me. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂

The Gifts of Light

Sunset
Perhaps we are made to crave light both physically and spiritually.

I recently started a new job where I work in a downtown in a small city. As in most downtown areas, there’s lots of pedestrian traffic. Most people, myself included, have to park our cars and walk to wherever we are going. It rained my first four days of work. Most people either carried an umbrella or huddled underneath a raincoat. No one made eye contact. People seemed to be looking down or zoning out as they trudged to wherever they were going.

Even inside the building where I work, the topic of rain randomly popped up in most people’s conversations. We all needed some light.

But, on Friday, the sun came out. The transformation was amazing. I actually took a walk during my lunch break.

There were tons of people out. Folks seemed to have a bounce in their step. I smiled and made eye contact with people and they smiled back. The sun seemed to have made all of the difference. Even on my drive home, people behaved a little better on the road. They were less aggressive and more patient.

On Saturday, I had errands to do and I was shocked at how many people were out. I live in a college town and the college is on spring break so I didn’t expect much traffic. When I grumbled to my hubby about it, he reminded me that it was the first warm sunny day we had in a while and people were more inclined to get out and get things done.

He was right of course. Errands that would have been complete drudgery in the rain, became no big deal in the pretty warm weather.

As I was sitting in church on Sunday and the sun was coming through the windows, a Biblical reminder popped into my head. In Genesis, God’s very first words in the Bible were, “Let there be light.”

It goes on to say, “God saw that the light was good.”

It got me to thinking that maybe we are drawn to the light because God created it and it’s good. It seems to effect our mood and even our actions. Maybe that’s by design.

John 1:4 talks about Jesus and says, “In him was the light of men.” This light is a light for our souls.

So, God designed us to physically and spiritually crave light and He has provided us with both.

After the sermon, as my hubby and I walked to our car and I could feel the warmth on my face and in my heart, I said a prayer of thanks for both.

A sunny Sunday reminded me that God loves us and knows what we need even before we do. But, then, He always has. Sometimes I need reminding. Perhaps you did too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Tree Wisdom

God can take the seemingly dead and useless and turn it into something spectacular.

I’m a big fan of trees. My yard is covered in them. I feel like I’ve learned a lot from them over the years. Being a lifelong Georgia girl, I grew up surrounded by pine trees. They are evergreen, but they aren’t very sturdy. A good ice storm will take them out like a bowling ball knocking down pins.

The trees that surround me these days are hardwoods, mostly oaks. They provide amazing shade in the summer and actually help keep our house cooler. In the fall, their leaves are so brilliantly colored, that they seem hand painted by God himself. They are horribly messy when they fall, covering our yard and filling up our gutters, but I’ve found over the years, that most of the beautiful things in life are messy.

Everything from puppies, to babies, to relationships, if they affect our hearts and souls, they tend to be messy, but oh so worth it.

I am also in awe of the fact that the mighty oak tree comes from a tiny acorn. When you hold one up next to the other, it doesn’t seem possible. Acorns remind me of the possibilities of dreaming big.

I recently learned a new lesson from some trees. Yes, I love them when they are green and when they are brilliantly colored. I can even appreciate them when they are bare in the winter. They remind me that we all go through seasons of dormancy, but deep roots along with the change of seasons, guarantee that we will again produce beauty.

But, what about dead trees? Do they have anything to teach?

Jekyll Island has a beach called Driftwood Beach, where hundreds of trees that have been uprooted by storms or other calamities, land on a particular point on the island. Once they are there, the sun bleaches them to almost white. You would think that there’s no way a bunch of dead trees would have anything to offer. much less become a tourist attraction.

But, the sun, the salt and the sea have made these trees into works of art. They each become individual sculptures of sorts. Tiny beach creatures make their homes in them. Tourists come from all over to see them. Children climb on them. People even get married with them as a backdrop.

God has taken something that man would deem lifeless and useless, put His hands on it and made it into something spectacular.

He does the same with us. We can put something tiny like an acorn, in His hands and He can create something mighty like an oak tree. He uses seasons in our lives to sometimes produce much beauty and shade like those leaves. Sometimes He leads us into a season of dormancy and yet other times, when we think it’s all over and we have nothing left to give, He creates the most unexpected, unique beauty of all, like those trees on Driftwood Beach and quite frankly, I stand amazed.

Some sun bleached trees reminded me of the limitless possibilities we have when we place our lives in God’s hands, no matter our age or stage in life. Perhaps you needed reminding too!

Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂

Finding God in All Kinds of Weather

God is with us during both good and bad weather.

Last week we had some wild weather in parts of Georgia. We went from sunny and mid sixties to rain, to tornadoes, to really cold, to a beautiful snowfall within a matter of days.

On the tornado warning day, we had our kiddos at the elementary school, where I work, in the halls and bathrooms for their safety. Thankfully, we didn’t receive any damage, but we were all talking about it over the next couple of days. My favorite teller at the bank told me they took shelter in the vault. It seemed that everywhere I went, someone had a story to tell of a near miss with the bad weather.

Then it turned bitter cold on Friday and a little snow was forecasted early Saturday morning. No accumulation was expected.

But, when that snow started coming down in the late morning, it was spectacular. Big fluffy flakes fell over a couple of hours and our yards were blanketed for a couple of hours or so. It didn’t stick or stick around just as forecasted, but it made for a quiet peaceful picture for a little while.

My Facebook feed was covered in photos of people out playing with their kids and making snowmen on the little bit of snow that we had. Snow is a big deal in Georgia. It just doesn’t happen very often here and when it does, the child in all of us seems to awaken and beg us to go out and play.

A few hours later, the snow was gone, but memories were made that I suspect, will last a lifetime.

I’ve thought of our weather a lot over the past few days. I’ve thought of the scary tornado warnings and I’ve thought of the glorious snowfall and how God was present in both.

He shielded us when the weather was rough and later He sent us a rare winter treat. There were blessings in both, but I wonder if we really were able to comprehend them fully. It’s really easy to see God in the beautiful parts of life like the rare snowfall, or in the birth of a new baby, or in a new job, or when our prayers are answered. When times are good, we feel blessed and we believe that God is good.

But, what about when life is stormy? When we weather serious storms or even tornadoes in life like illness, divorce or the death of a loved one, do we believe God is with us then too? Do we believe that He’s still good and sheltering us in some unseen way? Do we miss the blessings in the storms by only longing for the good times?

The truth is we all will travel through both sunshine and storms on our journey here and maybe even a little snow, but we are called to remember that God is present in all weather and in every season and that we never walk alone. If we truly seek Him, we will always find Him.

Some wild weather reminded me. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

The Amazing Light of Grace

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

“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

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 🙂