Friday, September 27, 2013

Here Comes the Sun (Son)!


I've never considered myself a lover of nature, but that's recently changed; I'm learning to slow down and take it all in; I'm learning to appreciate the beauty of nature and all of her amazing gifts.


I can be a million miles away in my thoughts and multi-tasking at the same time, and then I'll walk into a room and there He is in all of His splendor and glory.                       
BRILLIANT  & RADIANT!

"I am the way, the truth and the life.  No one comes to the Father except through me."  John 14:6



And I am awe-struck by His Presence and His Power. The light brightly illuminates the entire room; He occupies every inch of space. It's an extravagant welcome from an old friend and I feel His warm embrace; I feel so very loved! I can't help but smile just as big as His shine. 

Other times, the sun is much more subtle,like                                    peeking behind a curtain,



                       or sunlight seeping under a door


                  or appearing as a "Son"flower-

all gentle reminders that when I'm feeling lost and alone, He is ever near and will not forsake me.  

 I will not leave you comfortless.  I will come to you."  John 14:18


PRAYER:  I see you, O God, in the sliver of sun that settles in the nooks and crannies of my book shelf.  I see you, O God, in the purple-blue sky as I wait in the steady stream of traffic.  I see you,O radiant Son, shining over my family and in my life and I thank you, God, for the blessing of your presence and your power. Thank you,God, for your healing rays that soothe my sun-burned soul.  AMEN


Friday, September 20, 2013

To Gail, With Love...

Five Minute Friday ~ SHE

I don't know about you, but for me, it was a long week!  Thank God it's Friday! And thank God for Five Minute Friday.  The writing prompt for today is SHE. Whatever wells up in your spirit on this prompt, go for it! 5 minutes, no editing, no worries, just WRITE!  And then link up below to share your masterpiece with other writers, get some love (encouragement) and share some love as well! Ready? GO!
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1995.  With her, I never saw “it” and I fully expected to – I had heard all of the horrific stories about that dreadful disease and how “it” destroyed people beyond recognition.  But, from the moment I met her, I recognized her. 

                         She was beauty. 

                        She was strength.  

                       She was courage.  

                      She was laughter.  

                      She was genuine 
                               and 
                      she was a free spirit.  

Except for the nasal cannula across her face, I would have never known that she was sick – very sick.  Would have never known that “it” had spread throughout her body and was at work on her demise….

I loved visiting her. We were new friends who felt like old friends – her eyes would light up with a smile, her embrace was genuine and lingering.  Whenever I visited, she made it easy for me to arrest my unspoken curiosity and fears about it because she never talked about it; it never mattered to her – and thus, it didn't matter to me.  And although it had power in her body, it never had power in her spirit or in her life.   It didn't change who she was.

 Later that year, she died,and I wept uncontrollably for  the loss of my sister-friend.




Over the years, as I remember her, it’s not in sadness and mourning, but rather in celebration of her vibrancy and the brevity of her spirit.  By the example of her living, she showed us all how to die in the most beautiful way – with His perfect peace and in the fullness of His grace.

"But by the grace of God, I am what I am and His grace to me was not without effect.  No, I worked harder than all of them - yet, not I, but the grace of God that was with me."  1 Corinthians 15:10

Monday, September 16, 2013

And A Little Child Shall Lead Them



Mom, can I take Malachi to school for show and tell next week?”  That was the year that Joshua was a fifth grader.  My initial reaction was shock- actually, I was horrified.  Who does that?  I mean, what kid would think to take his brother to school as his show and tell project?  Moreover, what kind of mother would I be to allow such a thing?

Then I began to play the tape back; I began to think back to the times our family had gone to the zoo or museum and Joshua had become so fed up with other kids pointing or staring at his little brother that he literally stood in front of him, arms crossed, angry scowl on his face and a menacing look in his eye, daring anyone to even questioningly glance his way.   Joshua sees himself as Malachi’s protector.  Having a little brother who is severely disabled has been emotionally challenging for Joshua; it’s taken him some time to process what all that means and how to navigate being a sibling of a little brother with special needs.

 “Mom, they act like he’s an exhibit in a museum!”   I try to soften the blow with a plausible explanation, “Josh, you’re used to his wheelchair and all of the tubes.  A lot of kids have never seen disability up close.”


That evening, Joshua made his pitch about taking his brother, Malachi, to show and tell at school and I listened – really listened, to his heart.  He wanted to set the record straight; he wanted others to see his brother as a real person with real feelings.  He wanted the kids to know that it’s not okay to laugh, point or stare at people just because they’re different.  Joshua wanted to get in front of the situation and be in control of his feelings.  Bless his little heart. 

As a toddler, Joshua was the most kind and thoughtful child.  His compassion and eagerness to show kindness to others touched me.  Often, I would praise his acts of kindness by saying, “Bless your little heart” to him.  He caught on quickly and would often beat me to the punch – “Bless my little heart, Mommy?”

The following week, accompanied by myself and a nurse, Joshua proudly took Malachi to show and tell at his school and it was good – for both of them!  That day, both boys were rock stars!  Initially, Joshua’s classmates were a bit shy and apprehensive about approaching Malachi.   Then, they began to ask the questions they needed to ask to make sense of what they were seeing, hearing and feeling.  The apprehension began to shift.  “He can operate a computer with his feet?”  “Wow!  That’s cool!” The kids circled around Malachi and embraced him with acceptance and love. 

Show and tell was a huge success!  Joshua took his brother to school for show and tell.  Who does that?  A big brother who gets it that although his little brother is uniquely different, he’s not a museum exhibit or someone to be ridiculed; he’s a human being with feelings; he’s Joshua’s little brother; he’s a child of God – and Joshua wants everyone else to get it too.  Bless his little heart.

“The wolf will live with the lamb,
the leopard will lie down with the goat,
the calf and the lion and the yearling together;
and a little child shall lead them.”  Isaiah 11:6



Friday, September 13, 2013

Lord, Have MERCY....


It's Five Minute Friday!  Lord, Have MERCY.

A homeless man aimlessly wanders the streets in tattered rags.  His rust-colored mane twisted in a knotted,matted mess.  His bare feet rub the rugged, scorching hot pavement.  He stops in the middle of traffic and does an about-face.  And for a second, we lock eyes through the windshield of my car - his eyes, wide, bewildered, vacant....

Lord, have mercy......

7:30am.  A teenage girl stands on a street corner with her headphones on while eating a bag of Flaming Hot Cheetos.  Dressed in low-top gym shoes and khaki pants, her red polo shirt exposes her growing belly. A crowd of kids about her age, all strapped down with backpacks, stand about two feet away from her; they talk and laugh amongst themselves and occasionally throw a side-glance her way. She gingerly steps off the curb to search the street for the bus that will carry her to school...

Lord, have mercy...

A beautiful baby boy sleeps in a hospital bassinet. A wide tube is inserted into his windpipe and smaller,thinner tubes are taped to his arm. Seemingly, he is oblivious to the flashing lights and hum of activity around him.  His parents hold a prayer vigil at his I.C.U. bedside as they fretfully watch the mechanical rise and fall of his tiny chest...

Lord, have mercy.
It is a whispered prayer,
a plea of compassion,
an act of submission,
a desperate surrendering of the spirit,
a heart-to-heart
with Him
who knows and cares and grieves and heals and lifts up and loves.  Thank you, God, for your MERCY.  Amen!

Friday, September 6, 2013

Five Minute Friday - RED


Funny how some people either love the color red or hate it; it's just one of those things that you can't be on the fence about.
I used to be a red hater myself - couldn't stand her!                    
 Too different, too out there, too much!                                                       

But, over the last couple of years, I've come to appreciate and respect red.

She has come a long way in obtaining status, power and RESPECT.
She has fought unspeakable battles.
She has redefined quality of life.
She has a powerful story to tell if you would just take the time to listen with an empathetic, non-judgmental ear.

Yeah, RED is bold and brilliant - don't hate her because she is beautiful.
               RED is a survivor and she is here to stay baby!

                 C'mon and show RED some love.  










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