The Beauty of Connection

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Sometimes the smallest gestures can foster connection.

My day job includes work as an academic advisor at a university. The students have to make an appointment with me before they can register for the next semester. I always give them the option to meet with me over zoom or in person in my office. Many of them choose zoom. After almost two years of the convenience of not having to actually go to meetings, they like the idea of meeting in their dorm room or apartment. It’s less awkward and it takes little to no effort on their part.

I think we have all been there.

They get the same information that the students who come to my office get, but they don’t get the connection. There’s something about meeting with people face-to-face that makes relationships more genuine.

I keep a bowl of Jolly Ranchers on my desk and I always offer the students one on their way out. It’s so fun to watch them smile and pick their favorite flavor. It’s an unexpected treat and I have never had anyone turn the candy down. In fact, I have had a few of them that stop in to say hello from time to time and I always offer them another one. They always accept.

It’s such a small thing, sharing a piece of candy, but after a pandemic that had people separated for so long, little gestures seem to go a long way. Connection goes a long way.

Those Jolly Ranchers got me to thinking about connection and church. I think maybe many of us have found ourselves still participating in virtual church. Year after year, Sunday after Sunday, we got up and got dressed and went to church and then a pandemic hit and everything went virtual. Don’t get me wrong, the ability to worship virtually was a gift, but now for many of us, it’s become convenient. It’s easier than getting up and getting dressed. It’s easier than leaving the house. It’s easier than dealing with people, but are we missing connection?

There’s something incredibly powerful when God’s people come together to worship Him. There’s connection with Him and with each other. If we actively sought connection both physically and spiritually and spent more time face-to-face instead of in cyberspace, what would our world look like?

We might be pleasantly surprised. A bowl of Jolly Ranchers reminded me that the beauty of connection is worth the work and inconvenience. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Called to Bear Witness

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“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” Psalm 34:18

Last week was a rough week for my family. We lost our 14 year old dog, Sandy to a stroke. I suspected that his time was growing short, but his passing still caught me by surprise. When my children were in school, he was my constant companion. When I worked from home for a year during Covid, he was always on his bed next to my desk. He had been a big part of my life for a long time.

I almost didn’t write a post this week because it’s just been a depressing week, but then my daily devotion changed my mind. I’m reading Acts and Paul was sharing what he knew about Jesus. The writer of that day’s devotion said, ” Like Paul, we are also called to bear witness to what we’ve seen. What have you seen today that speaks of God? What have you seen that you can share with others?”

I felt convicted.

While it had been a hard week, I was thankful for all of the years we had with Sandy. He literally showed up at our house and brought my family so much joy and I caught a glimpse of God.

This week, when we had to take him to the vet, one of my sweet co-workers texted me to see how I was doing and I saw God. The next day at work when another sweet co-worker emailed me and told me she had been praying for me, I saw God and when she came to my office just to give me a hug, I saw God again.

When our newest edition, Annie, met me at the door after work, wagging her tail, and bouncing up and down with pure puppy joy, I saw God once again and I was completely humbled by the fact that He knew a month ago, when we decided to adopt her, that Sandy was going to be passing. He knew our hearts would be broken and He knew she would bring us comfort.

As I was walking at work the next day, I couldn’t help but be in awe of fall the leaves on trees. The seasons are changing and we are entering into a season of Thanksgiving and even though I feel a little raw, I am thankful, thankful that God made dogs, thankful that He made Sandy, thankful that He sent us Annie and especially thankful for the friends and family that He has surrounded me with who regularly show His love and grace.

To answer the earlier question, even in a particularly painful week, I saw tons of examples of God’s presence and in the end, I felt called to share.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

A Reminder to Plant

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We never know when we are planting seeds.

Last Sunday at church, right after we began singing our first praise song, a young family slipped in and sat in the pew in front of us. They had two young girls with them and they were clearly tired and frazzled.

The older of the two girls sat down beside her mama, but the younger one rolled around in the pew, much to her daddy’s dismay. He handed her a pen and his bulletin, but she wasn’t interested in singing or sitting  down. When the song ended and we were asked to greet one another I leaned over and asked her what she was going to be for Halloween. She grinned and said, “Supergirl.”

I smiled, remembering those days.

We sang more songs and she squirmed more. When it was time for the offering, I leaned over and handed her a visitor’s card that I had drawn a jack-o’-lantern on. She was delighted and ran over to show her daddy. Later, she left her seat and went up the aisle. Her parents were not amused and I’m sure they wished that had have been able to sit further towards the back. During our final song, the little girl gave me a picture she had drawn on the bulletin. I smiled and thanked her. She grinned proudly and then she went off to children’s church.

Her parents visibly relaxed.

I thought of that little girl during the entire service and how hard it can be to parent young children. I remembered the days of trying to get my own kids dressed and out the door for church. I remembered being stressed and annoyed and sometimes even questioning if taking them to church was worth the hassle. Were they learning anything at all?

Of course in hindsight, it was absolutely worth it. I will never regret taking our children to church even if some of those Sundays were complete chaos. I’m a big believer in planting seeds and there’s not much more fertile ground than the hearts of littles.

After we sang our last song, I went over to those young parents and said hello. I told them they were doing a great job. The mom seemed surprised. I told them that I remembered how hard it was to get little ones to church and I remembered the stress and the rushing. She nodded and agreed that it was hard. I assured them that these days will fly by and what they were doing  mattered. They seemed truly grateful to hear those few small words of encouragement.

As I look at my gift of art from a restless child, I am reminded that being a part of the Body of Christ is so much more than showing up to church, singing a few songs and leaving. It’s about seed planting. We all are given many opportunities to plant seeds. Will they be seeds of encouragement, kindness and affirmation or seeds that foster doubt and judgement, or will we decide not to plant anything at all and just stand by in silence?

A little girl reminded me that we all need to be in the seed planting business. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an Awesome Day!

Wendy 🙂

 

Having Faith in Abundance

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Annie reminds me that we need to trust in the abundance in God’s economy.

We recently adopted a pup from the pound. We saw her online and went to meet her and just had to have her. We named her Annie. When we first brought her home, we noticed her ribs were showing and we joked about how we are always good at fattening up our pets. When we fed her the first time, she ate like she hadn’t eaten in days. She wolfed her food down in no time flat and then she went after our other dogs’ food.

I figured it was her first time in a real home and it would take some time for her to trust that there will always be enough. I knew it would take some patience. It’s been a couple of weeks at this point and she still eats like every meal is her last. There are lots of treats and plenty of food, but she still doesn’t really believe in abundance.

There was a time in my life when I would have been frustrated with her lack of trust, but I have to admit that she reminds me a little of all of us on our faith walk. When we become Christ followers, we are given this unbelievable amount of grace. In fact it’s so abundant, we have a hard time accepting it.

We are given gifts and talents to further the kingdom and yet, we are reluctant to share them. Whether it’s financial gifts, the gift of our time, the gift of encouragement or even hospitality, we have been given countless gifts, but like Annie, we tend to be tight fisted with them. Living in this world, on this side of eternity, has made us believe in the principle of scarcity.

What we have to remember is that even though we live in this world, we are not of it. We are only travelers here. We are citizens of heaven and in God’s economy, there is no scarcity, only abundance.

Keeping that in mind, we are called to live not with fists held tight, but with hands wide open, open to receive blessings and open to give them back to a world around us that desperately needs them. We have to learn to trust abundance and believe there will always be enough.

It takes time. Building faith takes time and so, I am patient with Annie, because honestly, she reminds me of me and maybe she reminds you of you. Sometimes I need reminding. Perhaps you do too!

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Seeking the Wonder

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“After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper.” 1 Kings 19:12

A couple of weeks ago, I was driving to work. It was foggy out, but it was a normal day. There was nothing going on good or bad for me, but I was tired and I was running late. I prayed that God would show Himself to me in some small way.

Years earlier, I read a book called, “Wonderstruck,” by Margaret Feinberg. It was about rediscovering the wonder in her relationship with God. She prayed that God would show her a piece of the wonder He was capable of and He obliged.

That premise stuck with me, so from time-to-time, when I find myself in a spiritual doldrums of sorts or I feel that God is far away, I pray for God to show me His wonder. So, that morning, I said that prayer.

As I made the next right turn, I was greeted by a burst of sunshine. It was really hard to miss. I smiled and said a quick prayer of thanks as I whipped into a spot in the parking lot. I jumped out of my car and headed towards my building, I found myself looking over my shoulder to catch another glimpse of the wonder, as I kept walking. I was running late after all, but something deep inside urged me to stop.

So, I did. I stopped and I turned around. I took a deep breath and I took that beautiful light in. I said a heartfelt prayer of thanks. I even snapped a picture.

This time, when I turned around to walk to my building, my soul felt lighter and I didn’t feel like I was rushed. I felt truly thankful.

I thought about my morning encounter for the rest of the day. I thought about how often we ask God to intervene and how often He does and we miss it, because we are busy and distracted. I thought about how often He shows up in a whisper instead of a roar and again, we miss it because of all of the noise.

I was reminded of Elijah’s interaction with God in 1 Kings 19:11-13; “The Lord said, “Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by. Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper.”

A morning sunrise reminded me not to miss God in the quiet. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

The Courage to Choose Restoration

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The path to restoration takes courage.

I recently had a gum graft. I put it off for a long time, but my dentist finally told me my time was up. My gum recession had gotten to the point that I was going to eventually lose my tooth if there wasn’t an intervention. I reluctantly made an appointment with a periodontist. The procedure was successful, but there was a lot of scraping to prepare the tooth for the new skin and I went home with a bunch of stitches.

I was really sore the next day as expected, with a good deal of swelling and a huge purple bruise on my chin. As I was sitting on my porch, reading my daily devotion, feeling the morning breeze on my skin and listening to the birds singing, it occurred to me that restoration is rarely easy or comfortable and is always a decision that takes courage.

I was reminded of my Daddy’s knee replacement years before. He was in a lot of pain and walking with a limp, before he finally agreed to the surgery. His rehab was painful, but he always went and in the end, it was all worth it. He no longer limped and and the daily pain that he had resigned himself to live with, was gone. Nothing would have changed if he hadn’t had the courage to seek restoration.

Whether it’s something physical like a knee replacement that can restore normal movement and quality of life or something even harder like the decision to restore a broken relationship, restoration takes commitment and hard work. It also requires faith because the in between can be grueling. There are bruises and scars that take time and patience to allow them to heal.

God calls us to restoration in our hearts and souls with Him and with each other. But, sometimes the emotional and spiritual restoration can be more painful than the physical stuff. Scraping away years worth of baggage like anger, pain, guilt and bitterness that we have allowed to accumulate in our hearts, takes hard work and courage, but the results, the freedom, the joy and the life, that comes from restoration is worth every moment.

My recovery from a gum graft reminded me that it takes courage for restoration to be possible. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

 

Encouragement for the Journey

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Be encouraged! The view in the end, will be worth every difficult step.

My family enjoys hiking together. We don’t love the same music or the same movies, but we do enjoy the gift of nature. When we decide we want to go somewhere, one of us will usually Google it, get a few reviews and some directions and off we go. This system usually works well for us.

There was a time when we didn’t pack any water and gave up before we got to our destination. There was another time when we unknowingly hiked into the edge of a giant forest fire. Needless to say, we made it back off of that mountain in record time! But, for the most part, our system works.

On a recent hike, when we finally found a place to park on the edge of a gravel road, we headed across a bridge where we saw other people going across. But, when we saw a sign for the Appalachian Trail, my hubby questioned if we were heading in the right direction. My son happened to have some very spotty phone reception and figured out that we were going the opposite way of the waterfall that we were seeking.

We  laughed as we turned around, but I’ll have to admit I felt a little frustrated. I like to plan our excursions a little better, but we had spent time debating what we wanted to do and we had ridden around lost with no cell service, before we actually found the turn off. Then we ended up going in the wrong direction.

Once we got on the right trail, the scenery was beautiful and we got into a rhythm when my foot hit a hard root. It was just a minor injury, but my big toe began to throb. The hike was taking longer than expected and I began to regret not bringing water along.

Just as I was thinking about grumbling, a woman passed by coming back down the trail with a big grin and she said, “The view is totally worth it.”

Those few words of encouragement were all I needed. I got my second wind and walked again, with purpose. She was right. The view was stunning.

I thought about that sweet lady long after our hike. I thought about how a few kind words made all of the difference and how we would have missed out on something truly amazing if we would have turned back. She didn’t have to say anything at all to us, but something led her to share.

The longer we live, the more trails we have walked. There’s wisdom that comes from living. We can choose to keep it to ourselves. We can choose to grab the megaphone of social media to tell others how they should be walking or we can choose to encourage the people who God puts in our path, to keep going, one step at a time, reminding them that the view in the end, is worth every difficult step and that God has a purpose for their journey.

God has a purpose for your journey too. Be encouraged. The view will be worth it. Sometimes I need reminding. Perhaps you do too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Appreciating the Waterfall Journey

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It’s sometimes difficult to imagine what the end of our journey looks like when we are stuck in the middle.

My family recently went on a hike to a waterfall. It was beautiful and an easy walk and so it attracted many people. The viewing platform was full when we arrived so we went to the base of the falls. We had a a few minutes to take pictures and appreciate the beauty before we were joined by more people. We headed back to the platform to snap a few photos and again, in a few minutes, it was full.

We were a little disappointed. When we go to the woods, it’s to enjoy nature away from crowds not fight with people for a little space. To be fair, I’m sure the other people felt there, the same. It truly was a beautiful and I could see why folks were drawn to it. There’s a certain majesty found in both the sight and sound of water crashing into rocks below. Waterfalls are one of those places in Creation that tend to make us pause in awe at something so much bigger than ourselves.

But, as we stood on the platform for a few minutes, we noticed a couple at the top of the waterfall, a little off of the beaten path, so instead of heading back down, we decided to head up there. It was much quieter away from the crowds. It was an entirely new perspective at the top of the waterfall, yet still breathtaking.

I wondered what it was like a little further upstream. Was it still just as gorgeous and dramatic? I felt the nudge to check it out and so I walked a little further.

What I found was a little mountain stream. It was pretty and clear, but it wasn’t large or in any way special. There were parts where it was almost completely dammed up by a fallen tree or debris. If you were to look at this little stream at this point in its path, you would have no idea it was destined for greatness. If you stopped here and walked away, you would completely miss its awesome destiny.

The thought of the journey of that mountain stream stayed on my mind for days after we returned home. We all have the tendency to celebrate greatness. We like to focus on the finish line and we often compare the middle of our own journey to the finish lines of others, but no one’s awesome waterfall moment ever started there. Nope, that journey started long before. There were likely twist and turns and sometimes they may have even gotten almost completely stopped, but the waterfall moments are proof of what happens with faith and perseverance.

Sometimes the majesty that awaits is more than we can possibly imagine, but God can.

They remind us to to the same on our own journey at whatever point we may find ourselves. Sometimes I need reminding. Perhaps you do too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

 

 

 

 

Everyday Mountaintop Moments

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How often does God protect us when we aren’t even aware?

My family recently hiked to a waterfall. It was a fairly long hike, but the waterfall was totally worth it. It was one of those thin places where you feel especially close to God, one of those places where you feel a deep sense of awe of Creation. We took a selfie together, but then we all went separate ways for a little bit. I sat on a huge boulder at the base just trying to soak it in.

I think I may have felt a little bit like Peter after the Transfiguration, not wanting to ever leave that mountain top. The crash of the water falling surrounded by huge old trees gave me a definite sense of peace that I was in no hurry to leave behind.

We almost didn’t take that hike. I really wanted to go kayaking,  but when we inquired, we learned that the river was moving very fast and that it wasn’t safe for inexperienced kayakers. We had kayaked before, but we were certainly not experienced and so we chose to hike.

I felt so grateful for that choice and felt reminded of the fact that when some doors close, others of equal value tend to open.

After we all took our photos, or explored a bit, or in my case, gave thanks, we started the climb back down. My hubby and son took the lead. My daughter and I chatted about how we were so glad we picked this hike and how different it would probably look with no leaves on the trees.

And then a snake crossing in front of my hubby and son caught my eye. My son and I yelled “snake” at almost the same time as my hubby almost put his foot down on top of a rattlesnake. We all jumped way back as the snake coiled into a strike position. We froze as it rattled.

My hubby couldn’t believe that he hadn’t seen it. I couldn’t believe that we had just walked through there on the way up. Had it been in the bushes then too? We stood there frozen, for what seemed like an eternity, although I’m sure it was only a few minutes. It finally uncoiled and finished crossing and disappeared into the bush.

We were a little quieter for the rest of the way, keeping our eyes peeled for more snakes. Thankfully, we didn’t see any.

I thought of that rattlesnake long after we were safely in the car. I thought about God’s everyday provision and protection for us that we so often miss. I thought about how we were celebrating my hubby’s birthday, a huge milestone that we weren’t sure he would make, due to family health history, but that God knew twenty years ago, when he gave us our son, not only would we get to celebrate that birthday, but that my son would save his daddy’s life that day.

I realized that although I was no longer on that mountaintop, I experienced a mountaintop moment. God was clearly very close.

A chance encounter with a rattlesnake reminded me that God is so much closer that we think, intervening and protecting in ways we can’t comprehend and that knowledge gave me a new sense of peace. Sometimes I need reminding. Perhaps you do too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Trusting the Path

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Sometimes the roughest paths lead us to incredible destinations.

My family recently took a trip to the North Georgia Mountains. We have always enjoyed hiking together, so this time, I put my daughter in charge of finding us some trails. We settled on a couple of waterfalls and a swinging bridge which happened to be the longest one east of the Mississippi.

The trails she chose were part of the National Forest system. We had never hiked National Forest Trails, but were up for new adventure.

The first trail had a sign on the road that pointed us to a gravel road. We turned and drove a fairly short distance, but questioned ourselves the entire way. Was this gravel road the right path? We seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. Soon, we saw other cars parked and just a short hike later, we were delighted to find a beautiful waterfall. We were glad we stayed on the path even though it was rough.

The next day, we headed to the swinging bridge. Again, we saw the sign and again, we found ourselves on a gravel path, but this one was rougher and longer. It was five miles and we marveled at how long it seemed to take to travel such a short distance. I watched as my phone reported that we had only traveled a mile. I couldn’t recall ever taking so long to travel just a single mile.

This time, when our phone announced that we had arrived, there was only one car parked. Were we in the right place? A carved out sign pointed to a path to the bridge. The hike was longer than our first one, but we were so glad we did it. The bridge was was worth it and we took tons of pictures as we laughed at how much it moved as we walked across the rushing river below.

Our last planned hike was to another waterfall. This one was much taller than the first. This time, when we saw the sign to the gravel road, we didn’t question the path even though it was much rougher and longer than the first two and at some places, much narrower. There was a steep drop down to a stream on the passenger side. A couple of times, when when passed a car going the opposite direction, they would stop to let us by. When we arrived, there was no central place to park. We just had to find a spot that wouldn’t block the path for other travelers.

Our hike was much longer than the two before. When we began to wonder if we should have brought some water along, we passed by a couple heading back down. The woman smiled and told us that we were close and it was totally worth it. We appreciated the encouragement. When we got to the waterfall, we were all amazed at its majesty. We sat and stayed a while so glad that we kept going even when the path was long and rough.

I thought about our trip long after we returned home. I was reminded that sometimes the distance we have to go isn’t nearly as long as it feels like when the path is rough and we are often much closer than we think to what we are seeking. I was also reminded that the roughest journeys sometimes lead us to incredible destinations far beyond our own imagination. When we are walking in faith and Jesus points us to a path, staying on the path will always be worth it even when we doubt.

Sometimes I need reminding. Perhaps you do too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂