Friday, January 4, 2019

"Red-Letter" Words/Day 1 - A Man is Only as Good as His Word

A Man is Only as Good as His Word
The “Red-Letter” Words of Jesus
Day One

For the word of God is living and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the division of soul and spirit, and of joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.  Hebrews 4:12 (NKJV)

I invite you to join me in studying Jesus’ words. More precisely, His “red-letter words” recorded in the Bible from the book of John (using the New King James Version). Words that not only impacted people during His time on earth, but words that are alive and active today.

The disease of alcoholism plagued my father a good portion of his life. Thankfully, a couple years before he died, he committed his life to Christ. Even though his life was marred by alcohol, he had one strong character trait which defined him. He meant what he said. Numerous times I heard him say, “A man is only as good as his word.” I don’t ever recall a time, with the exception of his promise to quit drinking, where he didn’t honor his word. If he said it, then it was so.

Perhaps my father is a poor comparison to the Son of God, although the fact is he did place great value in what he said. As we look at Jesus’ words, we can be assured He meant what He said and He said what He meant. He never wavered. He never second-guessed Himself. He impacted society and changed lives by the truth in what He spoke. Even now, His living and powerful words define His character and transform lives.

However, before we look at His red-letter words, let’s take a closer look at the Word, Jesus.

Dear Father, thank You that Your Son’s words are true, alive and powerful. They carry as much authority now as when they were first spoken. Thank you for the Word who is Jesus. In His name, Amen.

Saturday, December 1, 2018

Pretend Fried Chicken

By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another
John 13:35 (NIV)

I was driving down the interstate when my granddaughter, PJ, screamed from the back seat. I shook my head and looked in the rear view mirror. "Now what are you fighting about?" I demanded. PJ and another granddaughter, Kira, were at it again. Since the two girls were only three months apart, they turned everything into a competition even at the age of three.

Evidently they were eating pretend friend chicken and Kira stole a piece of chicken off her cousin's plate; hence the screams. PJ was inconsolable and no amount of reasoning could calm her. It didn't matter that is wasn't real food. I have to admit I shed a few tears myself...laughing hysterically.

Do you know what's not funny? When God's children behave like my granddaughters. The truth is some of the things we squabble about are as petty as pretend fried chicken. God calls His church to love each other unconditionally. He calls us to unity. He calls us to extend grace and mercy. Denominations should not be in competition with each other. We have the same heavenly Father who freely offers His love to each one of us. As we reach out and encourage one another, our world will be impacted for Jesus.

At fourteen years of age, my granddaughters are now the best of friends. Church, let's allow God to mature us into the loving and unified family He desires for us to be.

Prayer:  Lord, grow us into Your loving, merciful family which can then impact the world for You. Amen.

Bible Reading:  Psalm 133

Thought:  I will seek to intentionally love all of God's family.

Friday, November 30, 2018

My Grandma's Quilts

This is the day that the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.
Psalm 118:24 (KJV)

"Not another quilt," I moaned. I held it up looking at the colorful blocks of little Dutch boys and girls. "Why can't grandma understand kids don't think quilts are cool?"

And yet, every year that's what my grandmother gave her family for Christmas. That particular year I had hinted for a bike but I wasn't surprised when the annual package made its way from Illinois to southern California. Unfortunately, I didn't appreciate the value of what she gave me. Not only did a lot of time, effort and love go into each one of those well-crafted quilts, they had monetary value too. Each quilt sold for eighty dollars. Fifty-seven years ago that was a lot of money. As a child, I simply took those beautiful quilts for granted.

God's blessings are gifts I hope I don't take for granted. I can joyfully unwrap the gift of each day,  appreciating the value of what I've been given. I can recognize the value of His love...a love so great that He gave His one and only Son that I might have eternal life (John 3:16). I can understand the value of His mercies that are new every morning even when I don't deserve them (Lamentations 3:22, 23). I can see the priceless value of Him as my Savior, my Lord, my Provider and my Healer. Great is His faithfulness.

Prayer:  Dear Lord, may I always appreciate Your blessings in my life.

Bible Reading:  Ephesians 3:14-21

Thought:  May I find the goodness of the Lord in this day which He has given me.


I'm not done with the I AM series (I think) but I'm going to take a break from it for a while and focus on some other writing I've been wanting to delve into.

Wednesday, July 25, 2018


I Am Who I Am #11
I AM the Resurrection and the Life
John 11

Focusing on zombies probably doesn't seem like a topic most Christians would want to read about, and yet, that's where we're headed right now. (I've only watched one zombie movie in my entire life and that was World War Z. Not too bad, actually.)

Picture the setting...a marsh deep in the swamps of Louisiana. Spanish moss is hanging thick off the trees, steam eerily rises from the water, and an acidic musty smell permeates the swamp making it difficult to take a deep breath. A full moon casts creepy shadows...and, and, and then - oh no - those shadows begin to move. It's a horde of the walking dead wandering aimlessly and soullessly through the swamp. Their pitiful moans can be heard for miles.

Metaphorically, that is a picture of us before we gave our hearts to our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. We were spiritual zombies, dead in our sins and hopelessly lost. We had a lot to moan about, for sure.

Right before Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead He said to Martha, "I AM the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though He may die, he shall live." (John 11:25) We indeed were spiritually dead but now, because we've given Him our lives, we have been resurrected by the power of God.

Lord, when You raised Lazarus from the dead You declared, "Loose him, and let him go." That perfectly describes the transformation You made in my life which miraculously took place when You raised me from spiritual death.  Spiritual death could not hold its power over me. Thank You for the resurrected life I now live. I am now alive in You. In Jesus' name, Amen.

Personal Application
The best way I can describe spiritual death is that it's a separation we have from God. We are separated from God because we are all sinful beings (Romans 3:23). Let's be brutally honest here, we've all done things that are wrong. It's part of our selfish nature.

The separation started with Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden when they disobeyed God by eating the forbidden fruit. I don't want to be too hard on them because that could easily have been me. (For the full story see Genesis, chapter 3.)

God created human beings for relationship. That's why He came to the Garden every evening to meet with Adam and Eve. He loved them and loved hanging with them.

Up to that point, death hadn't entered the picture. Not only did Adam and Eve and the rest of humanity have to face a physical death, their sins separated them from God causing a spiritual death as well. That was their punishment.

However, that's not what God intended. God still desired fellowship with His greatest creation...human beings who were created in His image.

Long story short (it would take the entire Old and New Testament to tell the story), we still deserve death - physical and spiritual - because we are sinners. When Jesus, the Son of God, died on the cross what He did was take the ultimate punishment for our sinful nature (Romans 6:23; Romans 5:8) . Why? Because He loved us. It's that simple.

You know, we really are eternal beings. Our bodies may die but our spirits and souls live forever. We have a choice where we spend eternity. It will either be with God or eternally separated from Him. He desires for it to be eternity with Him.

What must I do, you ask? Pray. Admit you are a sinful being. Ask the Heavenly Father to forgive you for your sins. It's okay to be specific about some of them, if you want. Give your life to Jesus. Live for Him. The resurrection from spiritual death to life is immediate. (Rev. 3:20; 1 John 1:9, 10).

The above is just a quick overview. If I can help you further with any of this, please leave me a message. I suggest you to seek out a pastor or a friend who is a Christian who can encourage you further in this new, resurrected life.   

Friday, July 20, 2018

Jesus Can Handle "My Stuff"

I...AM He
John 4:1-42

It was no accident the Samaritan woman came to the well at a different hour than the other women. She was rejected by others because of her lifestyle. We know she previously had five husbands and wasn't married to her most recent conquest. The Bible doesn't give us the details as to how it all came to be but it does give a clear picture that she was a disgraced woman.

Amazingly, Jesus didn't see her as damaged goods nor was He repulsed by all "her stuff," True, He addressed the sin in her life but He didn't write the woman off as hopeless either. He cared enough to break tradition. According to the law and cultural traditions, He should have shunned her because of her race, her reputation, and the man/woman restrictions. He broke through all of that to reach out to her because He saw something in her no one else did.

The Samaritan woman had a thirst deep within her soul which her lascivious lifestyle could not quench. That's what Jesus saw because He said to her, "...but whoever drinks of the water that I shall give him will never thirst. But the water that I shall give him will become in him a fountain of water springing up into everlasting life (John 4:14 NKJ)." Jesus even boldly revealed to her He was the Messiah. "I who speak to you AM He (John 4:26)."

Lord, as you very well know, my life was soiled like the Samaritan woman's life. I was the lowest of the low. And yet, for whatever reason, You looked beyond "my stuff" and saw my wounded soul hungering for something "my stuff" could never satisfy. Thank You for offering me the "fountain of water springing up into everlasting life." I'm forever grateful. Remind me of where I've come from. Show me others who are thirsting and hungering for more than "their stuff" can offer them. May I point them to the Fountain that will never run dry. In Jesus' name, Amen.  

Personal Application
This is a tough question, especially if I'm honest with my answer, but when I look at other people, do I see "their stuff" and condemn them or do I see thirsty souls in need of Jesus, the Living Water?


When Danger Lurks - Hasta La Vista, Baby

I AM the Good Shepherd
John 10:11-21

On a daily basis Jesus laid down His life for others. He was constantly giving up His comforts to minister to people. He knew what it meant to die daily in order to fulfill His Father's purposes and plans. Jesus declared, "I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd gives His life for the sheep (vs 11)."

He contrasted a good shepherd to a hireling. It was customary for several shepherds to hire someone to watch their sheep in the sheep fold while they went home for a good night's sleep. The problem was the man hired didn't have any investment in the flocks. Many times when danger came the hireling was more interested in self-preservation than in sheep-preservation. It was easy to say, "Hasta la vista, baby." (Or whatever the equivalent Hebrew or Greek would be.)

Jesus was trying to warn the people that not all of those in authority had their best interest at heart. They weren't committed to laying down their lives for the people. Not only was Jesus willing to sacrifice His daily comforts to minister to the needs of the people, a time came when He gave His life for his sheep.

Personal Application
I hate to think what would happen to a person, if they ever tried to attack one of my grandchildren. It wouldn't be a pretty sight once my son or daughter got a hold of the perpetrator. They would fight for their children with their lives. Jesus did that for us by dying on the cross. The perpetrator Satan desires nothing more than to spiritually destroy humanity, especially those who belong to the sheepfold of Jesus Christ. However, we are spiritually safe when we abide in Him.

Thank You, Jesus, for the spiritual safety we find in You. Nothing can separate us from Your love. Nothing can spiritually harm us when we abide in You. Thank You, Good Shepherd, for Your protection. Thank You for the abundant life You have given to us, your sheep. May we know intimately the safety of Your arms. In Jesus' name, Amen.

Friday, March 2, 2018

Which Door Do You Choose?

I AM the Door
John 10:1-10

After spending a sleepless night at the Mount of Olives in prayer, Jesus had a busy day. You can read the past few devotionals for details of the events which unfolded from John 8:1 up to this point in John 10. And amazingly, His day still wasn't over.

After all the craziness which took place, the crowd was still there. He began talking to them about sheep and the sheepfold. When Jesus talked about the fact that there was only one door into the sheepfold, folks understood what He was talking about because it was a part of their culture. They knew that if a man tried to get into the sheepfold any other way than by that one door, he was probably a thief and had evil intentions. They knew that the sheep were trained to respond to their shepherd's voice and would only go with him when he called them. Then Jesus told them, "I AM the door of the sheep." (See John 10:7-9)

Jesus wanted the people to know there was only one way to the Father and it was through Him. The scribes and Pharisees were other voices crying for the people's attention, but their intentions were for destructive, selfish gain. However, through The Door (Jesus) they could have life and that life more abundantly (John 10:10). They had to learn to recognize the Good Shepherd's voice from those who intended them harm.

Lord, help us to understand that You are the only door to eternal life. It is only attainable through You. You desire to protect us from the lies of those who would want us to stray away from the truth of Your Word. Yes, the path is narrow but the broader way will lead to destruction. May we listen for and recognize Your voice. When we respond to Your voice we will be safe. 

Personal Application
Today there are voices vying for our attention. These voices shout at us through the t.v., newspaper, radio, internet. They're fairly angry voices and quite intent on leading us astray. They would like to convince us Jesus isn't the only way to eternal life; that there are many other doors we can choose to walk through. "After all," they say, "You could be enlightened to the truth if you would open your minds." Good news - we can recognize Jesus' voice amid all the rhetoric. Becoming intimately acquainted with Jesus will help us to recognize His voice thus leading us through The Door to eternal life. Stop. Listen carefully. Obey. Let's respond to the voice we know desires that we live more abundantly.

Saturday, February 3, 2018

This Little Light of Mine

You are the Light of the World
John 8 & 9; Matthew 5:14-16

Over the past couple of devotionals, we've focused on Jesus being the Light of the world. For today, let's look again at John 8 & 9. We see that Jesus had a busy, crazy day in the temple where a lot happened. He protected an adulteress from her accusers, He then spent time defending Himself before the Pharisees, and finally, He spoke to those Jews who followed Him and His teachings. Jesus told them, "I am going away. Where I go you cannot come." (See John 8:21). Jesus predicted His return to His Father, declaring He would soon no longer be physically present on earth.

While exhorting the believers the crowd became enraged when He began to declare His deity. The crowd turned on Him and wanted to stone Him. (I told you it was a busy, crazy day.) While escaping, Jesus noticed a blind man and stopped to minister to him. Right before Jesus healed the blind man He stated, "As long as I am in the world, I AM the Light of the world." (See John 9:5.) Again, He gave indication that there was a time coming when He would no longer be with them.

Jesus is still the Light. However, He made provision for the time He would no longer physically be present. In Matthew 5:14-16 Jesus said, "You are the light of the world...Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven." Do you realize before Jesus returned to His Father, there was a transference of authority onto believers?

Jesus, You shone Your Light in the hearts of men and exposed their wickedness but You also illuminated Your love, mercy and compassion to those in the bondages of sin and the ravages of disease. Your healing touch toward the blind man (while You were fleeing for Your life, no less) radically changed his life. As the light of the world we can manifest Your Love to a darkened world and help others to see You. The impact on their lives could be radical as well. May Your compassion flow through us to those who are lost. May we be a beacon of light showing them the way to You.

Personal Application

Sing along with me:
This little light of mine,
I'm gonna let it shine.
This little light of mine,
I'm gonna let it shine.
This little light of mine,
I'm gonna let it shine,
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
'Nuf said.

Wednesday, January 31, 2018


I AM the Light of the World
John 8:1-12

Jesus made the statement, "I AM the light of the world" twice in one day. For the next couple of devotionals we'll take a look at the events which led Jesus to make those statements.

After spending the night in prayer, Jesus went to the temple early one Sabbath morning where He began to teach the crowds who sought Him out. The scribes and Pharisees were there in full force trying to trap Him with His words so they would be able to discredit His reputation. On that morning, while He taught, they brought in a woman who was caught in the act of adultery. They addressed the fact that, according to the Law, she should be stoned. After writing something in the sand of which we can only speculate what it was, Jesus spoke to those accusing her, "He who is without sin among you, let him throw a stone at her first." One by one her accusers left until none remained.

Jesus told the woman He didn't condemn her but He also told her, "Go and sin no more." At this point, He spoke to the crowd saying, "I AM the light of the world. He who follows Me shall not walk in darkness, but have the light of life."

Two things happened that morning. First, He shone His truth into the hearts of this woman's accusers and exposed their own darkness. Second, He illuminated His love for the woman, freeing her from the bondage of sin and shame.

Jesus, one thing is for sure...when You shine Your light into our lives, it impacts us greatly. Your light will either expose our sin or illuminate Your love. Sometimes it does both. When You expose our sin it's because You love us and know that "if we confess our sins, You are faithful and just to forgive us our sins" (1John 1:9) thus drawing us into closer relationship to You.

Personal Application
I've had both happen to me. When Jesus uses His light to expose my sin my first inclination is usually to run and hide. (Yeah, just like Adam and Eve.) And yet, if I allow Him to illuminate His love, I see that conviction is a good thing. Years ago, a youth pastor at the church we were attending used to say, "Conviction is my friend." It is if I allow it to lead to repentance. Jesus wants an intimate relationship with me and He wants to free me from those things which cause a barrier between us. Instead of running away from Him, He desires that I run to Him.  "Search me O God, and know my heart; try me, and know my anxieties; and see if there is any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting."  (Psalm 139: 23 24 NKJ)

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Jesus, Our "Pillar of Fire"

Jesus is the Word and Light
John 1:1-9; 1John 1:5-7 (NKJ)

Jesus stated He was the Light of the world twice on the same day. For several devotionals we'll take a look at the events surrounding those two I AM statements. We'll hang there for a while because it's "good stuff." First though, let's take a look at the writings of John and what he has to say about Jesus being the Light.

He starts the book of John by stating Jesus was the Word (1:1) and Jesus was the Light (1:4-9). He also addresses Jesus as the Light in 1John 1:5-7. One of the main concepts which John emphasized in his writings is comparing light to darkness; comparing the Light who is Jesus to the darkness who is Satan.

In the Greek (as used in John 1:4; John 8:13; John 9:5), the world light comes from the word phos meaning "to shine, or make manifest, especially by rays." According to Strong's Concordance phos can be interpreted light or fire.

Just as the pillar of fire was a guiding light for the Israelites in the darkest of nights, Jesus lights the way for us, His followers. As the Light of the world, He illuminates the spirit realm and helps us to see His Kingdom more clearly. As the Light of the world, He exposes the lies of the deceiver (see John 9:42-47). As the Light of the world, He shines from within us emanating His love toward others. As the Light of the world, He lights the difficult, narrow path we are called to follow (Matthew 7:13, 14).

Father, thank You for sending Your Light into a darkened, sinful world. Darkness can be scary and eerie and the shadows can seem more ominous than they really are. Thank You that in Jesus, as the Light, there is no darkness at all (1 John 1:5). Thank You that Jesus, as the Light, dissipates the darkness, thus quieting our fears. Thank You that Jesus, as the Light, exposes the lies of the evil one and illuminates the truth of His Word. In Jesus' name, Amen.

Personal Application
For some reason I don't get spooked during the day when I hear something go "bump." However, let something go "bump" in the middle of the night and I'm waking my husband to check out the noise. What is it about darkness that turns me into a nervous ninny? For one thing, I can't see the "enemy" even if the enemy is nothing more than a discarded old coat rack lurking in the shadows of my basement. Just like the darkness of night can be creepy, the darkness of this evil world can be overwhelming as well. Sometimes it makes me want to pull the covers over my head and refuse to come out. Thankfully, Jesus' Light quiets my fears as I walk down the paths He wants me to walk, even the dark ones. He exposes the lies of the evil one and illuminates His truth. Hallelujah! Jesus is the Light of the world. I pray you will find comfort and peace as His Light shines brightly in your little part of the world.

Friday, January 26, 2018

Defining My Blog

One of my friends asked me to define this blog because she is confused as to what I am trying to accomplish here. Hmmm. Define this blog. It's fairly simple really - I like to write children's books/stories, short stories and devotionals. I don't publish everything I write but some of it does find its way to this blog. I understand that this may be too broad of a platform for some folks but I'm cool with it. I blog because I like to write. In the process, hopefully my blogging brings glory to the Lord and encourages folks in their faith walk. I do write stories from my teaching experiences (past and current) on another blog so it's more focused from a teacher's viewpoint. You can find it at That's it. Enough said. Hey, friend, did this help?

Sunday, January 21, 2018

Jesus, The I AM

John 8:58

We have been looking at God's declaration of being I AM WHO I AM to Moses at the burning bush. Moses was a hesitant leader but, under God's powerful authority, he was able to deliver the Israelites from Egyptian bondage bringing them to the door of the Promised Land.

The Eternal One with no beginning and no end also kept His covenant to Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. He was more than able to handle any and all situations that came Israel's way showing Himself to truly be the I AM WHO I AM. He fulfilled His promises to Abraham by turning his descendants into a great nation.

Fast forward approximately 1500 years. God wasn't done declaring that He truly was I AM WHO I AM. On numerous occasions Jesus made the same claim. His powerful statement in John 8:58 eventually cost Him His life. The NKJ reads, "Most assuredly, I say to you, before Abraham was, I AM."

The footnote in my Bible states that the above "scripture should read, 'before Abraham was born' indicating that Abraham's life had a specific beginning. This stands in sharp contrast to Jesus' self-claim, 'I AM.' In other words, He was without beginning - the Self-Existent One, the Ever-present One. The claim of Jesus to be eternal was a claim to be Divine. Thus, in the eyes of the Jews He was guilty of blasphemy, a sin punishable by stoning."

Lord Jesus, I'm not for sure we completely understand the magnitude of who You were declaring Yourself to be during Your three years of ministry here on earth. The religious leaders understood all too well. And they hated you for it. When confronted with the Truth, they chose to reject that Truth. Today, when we are confronted with the Truth, who do we say You are? It's an important question we must answer if we hope to be a part of Your kingdom.

Personal Application:
Who do I say You are, Jesus? I say that You are indeed I AM WHO I AM. You have always been. You always will be. You spoke the world into existence. You are the Ever-present One. You are my Savior and my Lord. You are my Provider. You are my Comfort. You are my Peace. You are Just, Holy and Righteous. Thank You for showing me who You truly are...not only does it build my faith but it draws me into a more intimate relationship with You.

God's Got This

The Self-Existent One
Exodus 3:14-15; Ephesians 3:20-21

When God first revealed Himself to Moses, He chose to be known by the name I AM WHO I AM. After doing some minor research using a couple study Bibles, I discovered that I AM WHO I AM gives reference to God as the Self-Existent One, the Eternal One, the One Who Always Has Been and the One Who Always Will Be, the Ever-Present One, the Living One.

What should that mean to you and me? The way I look at it, we're in good hands. As the Eternal One with no beginning and no end, He has been more than able to handle everything which has come His way. He has always been in control and He will continue to do so.

Even though Lucifer attempted to overthrow God's kingdom, his efforts were thwarted. He may have thought he won a battle or two but let's face it, he lost the war.  In the midst of an attempt to destroy mankind (through sin), God was victorious through the shed blood of His Son, Jesus Christ. In the midst of world turmoil which even now we face, it's all within the capable hands of the One Who Always Has Been and Who Always Will Be. Nothing is impossible with our Self-Existent God. As the Ever-Present One, He knows about our personal circumstances. He cares about them because of His great Love for us. Absolutely nothing is to big or too small to escape His attention or go beyond His abilities.

Lord, we thank You for being our I AM WHO I AM. We know you are "able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think."* Our absolute faith, trust and confidence are in You. Instead of fretting about the downward spiral of our world in recent years, we will sleep well tonight knowing You are in complete control of Your kingdom. Thank You that You also venture into our small part of the world and know everything about us. Thank You for Your care, concern and love. We choose to put our lives into Your capable hands. In Jesus' name, Amen.

Practical Application
"God's got this!" That's a pep talk I give myself whenever I find myself in the middle of a trial where there seems to be no end or no way out. If I could open my spiritual eyes I would see that when I'm carrying a heavy burden, God is carrying me. Amazingly, even though He has the cares of the whole world in His hands, He knows the details about what I am facing and He's more than capable of seeing me through. The I AM WHO I AM - the Self-Existent One, the Eternal One, the One Who Always Has Been and the One Who Always Will Be, the Ever-Present One, the Living One - knows my name personally. That's humbling. What are you walking through right now? Just remember, no matter how intense the trial "God's got this!" You are safe and secure in Him.

*Ephesians 3:20

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

More Intimately Acquainted

Becoming More Intimately Acquainted
Exodus 2:23-3:15

Previously we looked at Moses and his encounter with I AM WHO I AM. We're going to take a couple devotionals to look at the character and attributes of I AM WHO I AM. Why even go there? Let's face it, doing it just for knowledge's sake isn't a good enough reason because knowledge itself can puff up (I Cor. 8:1). Knowledge isn't our goal here...becoming more intimately acquainted with God is.

In the last devotional, the comment was made that Moses had to choose to trust God. Trusting God is a choice. As we look at the character and attributes of I AM WHO I AM, we will stand in awe of who He truly is, which will help us become more intimately acquainted with Him. The more intimately acquainted we become with I AM WHO I AM the easier it will be to choose to trust Him. Got it? Sounds like we went in circles but I hope you get the point.

In the beginning of his relationship with God, Moses struggled and had doubts. He even questioned whether or not God had chosen the right man for the job. By the end of his life, he didn't just know about God, he personally knew I AM WHO I AM. We can too.

Let's agree with the prayer Paul prayed on behalf of the church at Ephesus. I pray "that the God our our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of glory, may give to you the spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of Him, the eyes of your understanding being enlightened that you may know what is the hope of His calling, what are the riches of the glory of His inheritance in the saints, and what is the exceeding greatness of His power toward us who believe according to the working of His mighty power." (Ephesians 1:17-19)

Lord, we want to know You more. We want to know Your character and Your attributes. As we draw closer to you, it will be easier for us to trust You as You guide us in all that You've called us to do. Trusting You is a choice. But the more intimately acquainted we become with You, the easier it will be to trust in You. In Jesus name, Amen.

Personal Application

When Mike and I first started dating we would spend hours talking together. Why? Because we liked each other, liked hanging together and wanted to know everything there was to know about each other. Even then, once we were married it didn't take us long to realize we had just scratched the surface of truly knowing each other. In the early days of our marriage I struggled with trusting Mike. I never met my dad face-to-face and my stepdad left our family a couple different times. I figured it was just a matter of time and Mike would split too. After forty-one years of being together, I have no doubt my husband is in this marriage for keeps. I know his heart and know he loves me unconditionally.

In the same way, the more I become intimately acquainted with I AM WHO I AM and know His character the more I trust Him. The eyes of my understanding have been enlightened because I am in right relationship with my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. I love Him and like hanging with Him...I truly want to know Him and trust Him deeper. It's a choice I make on a daily basis.

Thursday, October 26, 2017

God, You Want Me to Do What?

Who Is the I AM Who I Am?
Exodus 2:23-3:15

After moving his family to Egypt during a severe famine and being reunited with his son Joseph, Jacob's large family grew even more so. In fact, over a period of 430 years, Jacob's family grew into a nation. They became a nation within a nation. However, once the life-saving deeds of Joseph were forgotten, the Israelites became slaves to the Egyptians and were severely abused. God heard their groans and remembered His covenant with Abraham, with Isaac and with Jacob (vs. 2:24).

This brings us to Moses and the burning bush. Understandably, Moses struggled with his ordination ceremony on that holy ground where he was commissioned to save a nation. Moses could only see the reasons why he couldn't lead the Israelites. He couldn't see how his life experiences were beneficial to God's cause (vs. 3:11).

God's proclamation of I AM WHO I AM was a powerful declaration of His character and His attributes. Moses had to come to the realization it wasn't important who he was or what he lacked. He needed to choose to trust the I AM WHO I AM, the One who was more than capable and would be with him throughout the journey (vs. 3:12-14).

God is still the I AM WHO I AM. We call Him Jesus (see John 8:58). Are you struggling with those things He has called you to do? Do your insecurities hold you back? Good news. You too can choose to trust Him. Our Lord isn't in the business of setting you up so you can fail. If He calls you, He will equip you and will capably walk with you every step of the way.

Jesus, You truly are the I AM WHO I AM. It has nothing to do with our inabilities but it has everything to do with Your capabilities. It has everything to do with who You are. Draw us closer to You so that we can intimately know You as the I AM WHO I AM. The more we learn of Your character and attributes, the easier it will be to trust you. In Your powerful name, Amen.

Personal Application:
There were a few times in my life when God called me to do something specific where my response to Him was, "Say what?" Yeah, sort of like Moses' response of "Who, me?" When I was a single twenty-three year old young lady, He called me to teach a Sunday School class of twelve high-energy 14 year old boys. "Say what? Who, me?" After Mike and I had been married for almost two years, He called us to move away from my family and friends in beautiful San Diego, CA to landlocked Omaha, NE. "Say what? Who, me?" Right now He's called our church, Omaha Christian Center, to minister to some fairly crazy and wild children. About 90% of the children don't have a church background. On more than one Wednesday night I (along with the rest of the team) have cried out, "Say what? Who, me?" It has been one of the hardest things I've ever done in my life.

And yet, in every circumstance, God equipped me to do what I never thought I could do. Like Moses, He has never failed me. Not once. Whenever I focus on His capabilities instead of my inabilities, I find myself doing the impossible. (Right now, in this moment, I so needed to remind myself of that. My insecurities have been raising their ugly heads.) I'm thankful the I AM WHO I AM wants to be an integral part of my life and what He has called me to do. I can't do it without Him, and frankly, don't want to do it without Him.

Monday, September 25, 2017

Mike's Miraculous Journey

This is really Mike's story. A story he has lived for the past seven weeks. A story he probably can tell much better than I can but it's a story I can only tell from the only perspective I know best...mine.


At 1:30 a.m. on Saturday, August 5th, we received a phone call which no parent wants to receive, even if their child is a forty year old grown man. Our daughter Christy is the one who answered the phone. It was a friend of our son's, Jon Elliott, telling her that Mike had been in a motorcycle accident and was at the University of Nebraska Medical Center. He had no further information which he could tell her.

We couldn't get to the hospital fast enough and, yet, it was a long ride since it seemed like time had slowed to almost a crawl. We tried not to speculate but not knowing whether Mike was dead or alive was probably the most difficult part of the night for us. I prayed most of the way to the hospital. When Mike was a baby we had dedicated him to the Lord. Forty years later the only thing I could do was to put him into God's capable hands once again. No matter what news we received when we got to the hospital, it would be what God willed for his life.

Thirty minutes after receiving the phone call Mike (hubby), Christy and I walked into the ER. As soon as we were told Mike was in surgery my legs turned to jello. I told the admissions clerk, "Okay. Surgery is good. We can deal with surgery. At least you didn't tell us to go the morgue." Relief and a lot of hope flooded me as we headed to the second floor surgical waiting room in Clarkson Tower.

We still had no idea as to the severity of his injuries. Again, we tried not to speculate as to how bad it might be. I know I was expecting them to tell us he had surgery for a broken leg or arm, maybe even both...after all, it was a motorcycle accident. But we just didn't know. Around 4:30 a.m. the surgeon came out to talk with us. She told us everything went well during surgery for some internal injuries and he was recovering nicely. I suppose our first indication that things were fairly serious was when she told us that he would be moved shortly to the Surgical Intensive Care Unit.

At that point she began to list his injuries. It's easier for me to do exactly what the surgeon did...start from the head and work down. His injuries included:

-A brain injury and small brain bleed
-A broken left eye socket, broken bones in his nasal cavity, broken cheek bones
-A broken neck at the #1 vertebrae - it was "hanging on by a thread"
-Broken back in several places, plus small chips broken in some of his middle vertebrae
-Several broken ribs
-Punctured right lung and bruising to both lungs
-Deeply bruised heart which put him into AFib meaning he now had a rapid irregular heartbeat
-Internal injuries where they removed his appendix and cleaned up and "repaired other organs" although I'm still not sure what that meant
-Broken pelvic bone which would require surgery
-Burns on his feet, legs and arm along with some road rash

We were dumbfounded. Overwhelmed by what we heard, we quickly realized Mike's life would be radically changed for quite some time. Our lives too for that matter. I later told our family we were going to have to find a "new normal" for awhile. My grandson Micah reassured me, "Grandma, our family's lives have never been normal." Point well taken, Micah.

We also realized it was a miracle he was alive and still with us. Immediately we gave God the praise and honor He deserved in sparing Mike's life. It didn't take long for me to see that everything wrong with Mike's body was either fixable, mendable or removable. That's what I began to share with family and friends in reassuring them that he would eventually recover from the accident. We knew he wasn't going to die.

Around 5:30 a.m. my husband and daughter went home to get some sleep. Once Mike was settled in his bed they allowed me into his SICU room. There were tubes and IVs and machines everywhere. He was also on a ventilator. As I stared at my son a few tears trickled down my face but it would be a couple more weeks before I would be able to break down and have a good cry. While watching his chest move up and down with the help of the ventilator, I made a vow that I wouldn't cry while in the room with Mike. No tears; only rejoicing in God's goodness. 

Even though Mike was in bad shape it wasn't a morbid scene. As I sat in a chair next to his bed an incredible peace settled over us. It was as if someone took a vial of Peace and began pouring it over my head. I could feel it saturate my entire being in a warm fluid sensation. God still had plans for my son and he was in God's capable hands. I began to quote out loud, "For I know whom I have believed and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I've committed unto Him against that day."  Ephesians 3:14-21 came to mind. I wrote out the passage and left it by Mike's bed stand. God's peace indeed sustained and strengthened us during the difficult days ahead.

I want to step away from Mike's story and share about his daughter, Kira. She was in Mitchell, SD with her mother and stepfather when the accident occurred. They waited until Sunday to tell her when they were ready to head back to Omaha. Papu (her other grandfather who is a doctor) did a wonderful job of sharing with Kira about what happened to her daddy and what to expect. By Sunday night when they got back into Omaha, Mike was off the ventilator already so they decided KiKi could see her daddy. Even though it was emotional for her to see her father's broken body, she handled it amazingly well for a twelve-year-old. This was a tough time for Kira but she was strong and continues to remain strong. She visited her daddy as much as possible.

Her biggest concern was his angry combativeness due to the brain injury and the meds he was taking. We had to have family and friends with him 24 hours a day to keep in him in bed and keep tubes in his body. At one point, he even managed to pull out his chest tube which totally amazed the medical staff. Was he going to be like that for the rest of his life? We simply didn't know. Understandably she wanted her wild, crazy and loving Daddy back. It was a huge relief to her when about two weeks later she walked into his hospital room and realized her dad was indeed back. His personality and everything she loved about him was still in tact.

I am very proud of my granddaughter. Even during the most stressful and fearful moments, she was there with her dad. What she experienced and saw was tough to face but she never backed down or stayed away from visiting in the hospital because it was too difficult for her. Now that's he's home and with a ways to go in his recovery, she continues to be the best medicine he could ever receive. I sure am proud of my sunshine, Kira.

Back to Mike's story...during the first couple days in the hospital as the numerous specialist came in, each one shared with me why Mike was a miracle. As we began to hear details of the accident we were stunned he was even alive.

A friend of his, Jerry, was with him and their bikes collided causing both riders to go down. Jerry was in the hospital with a broken back, broken ribs, shattered shoulder, broken ankle and horrible road rash. Mike doesn't remember the accident. Even seven weeks later he can't remember anything and can only go by what he's been told. Jerry says he remembers every second of it. With the exception of sharing a couple miraculous incidents, I'm not going to get into the details of how the accident happened. I will share that alcohol wasn't a factor. The toxicology report came back and showed Mike had what was equal to one beer in his system. We knew our son well enough to know that wasn't an issue even before the results were made known.

I do want to share with you the incredible miracles God gave to my son, Michael Hofer, on August 4th at approximately 11:30 p.m. It is obvious that God is not done with this man yet and God has a rich plan for his future.

Miracle #1  Location, Location, Location
I can't share this without tearing up some. After the two motorcycles collided, Mike slid under an SUV while still on his bike, slid about 60-70 feet (according to the skid marks on the road) while the motorcycle caught on fire. There were two police officers at a gas station less than a block from where the accident happened. They heard the collision, jumped into their cars and were there in a matter of seconds. They had fire extinguishers and quickly had the fire out. Mike was wearing a leather jacket and heavy pants which protected him. He has some burns on his feet, legs, hands and arms and some road rash but it would have been a different story if the police officers hadn't been at that gas station with those all important fire extinguishers.

Miracle #2  Trained Personnel
Those police officers were trained to handle this situation. They assumed Mike had serious injuries (he was unconscious for awhile) and they carefully removed him from the bike. By taking the right precautions they saved his life or kept him from being paralyzed from the neck down since his #1 vertebrae was broken One specialist said when a person breaks that vertebrae they usually just simply stop breathing. Mike didn't.

If the police officers had not been there, the outcome could have been totally different. If Jerry or a Good Samaritan would have tried to pull him off that burning bike...well, yeah, the outcome could have been radically different. The police officers knew exactly what to do to save Mike's life.

Miracle #3  No Helmet
I know, right? In Iowa there are no helmet laws for motorcyclists. Neither Mike nor Jerry were wearing helmets which, at least for Mike, was unusual. He's usually quite cautious when it comes to his Italian bike. Even though he didn't have a helmet, he came away with some minor brain damage and a small brain bleed and a few broken facial bones. At his last CT scan a couple weeks ago, it showed that the brain bleed had almost diminished. With the exception of not remembering the accident, his short-term memory loss has improved radically over the past few weeks.

The neuro doctor actually told me it was probably a good thing he wasn't wearing a helmet. They felt Mike broke his neck on first impact and with a broken neck, a helmet would have been a huge risk trying to safely remove it from his head. I am not stating a case against helmets because I'm a strong advocate for them, but in this case, not having a helmet was a blessing.

Miracle #4  Kidney
Mike did have internal injuries. They removed his appendix, repaired his spleen and cleaned up some tears, etc. His right kidney was deeply bruised and the surgeon said she almost removed it. At the last minute, she put her stethoscope up to it and heard the smallest of gurgles. She decided to wait and see what would happen. They sent him to the SICU with an open gut. Sunday afternoon he went back into surgery only for the surgeon to find a pink, functioning kidney.

Miracle #5  Bruised Heart
The impact of the accident sent him into AFib (rapid irregular heartbeat). Although his heart rate was an issue for the first two and half weeks, it began healing quickly. Originally, they were going to do further tests on his heart but it had recovered enough that they didn't see it as a long-term condition he would have to deal with. They did say that he would probably have to be on low blood-pressure medicine for the rest of his life. At about week five, he was able to stop using the low blood-pressure meds altogether. We did find out the hard way he didn't need the meds anymore. At four o'clock in the morning he passed out in the bathroom. After hours of testing, they determined it was the low blood-pressure meds that caused him to pass out.

Miracle #6  Broken Pelvic Bone
The Ortho surgeon said that if he had to break his pelvic bone he did it right. The break ran the entire length of the bone but stopped above the hip socket. The surgeon was amazed that the ball in the hip socket didn't dislocate which would have created its own serious problems. He said it was highly unusual for that to happen. Since he broke his pelvic bone "right" it went back nicely together with plates and screws. At the follow-up visit, the surgeon was shocked as to how well he was doing. He still can't put weight on that leg for a while but he is mending quickly. He will know on October 5th if he'll be able to start putting weight on that leg. There will be no long-term issues with the pelvic bone with the exception of setting off alarms at the airport when walking through scanners.

Miracle #7 Broken Neck
For me, besides having the police officers at the right place at the right time, this is probably the biggest miracle God gave to Mike. Simply put, he should be dead. He should have stopped breathing as soon as his neck broke yet he slid under an SUV and down the road for another 60-70 feet or so and still kept breathing. He could have been paralyzed. The doctors are still amazed that considering the seriousness of the break - "his neck is holding on by a thread" - he is alive and mending rapidly. He will have a CT scan on October 10th and they'll let him know then how much longer he will have to wear the neck brace.

I am sure there are other miracles that only God and heaven know about. To God be the glory! Throughout this entire ordeal I have declared, "God is good. Always." Even if the outcome had been different then the one Mike received, hopefully I would still have declared, "God is good. Always."

Not everything was smooth sailing in the hospital. First, as I already stated, due to a combination of brain injury and meds, his anger and combativeness was a challenge for a couple of weeks. Second, once they found out that Mike didn't have health insurance, the goal of the case worker seemed to be to get him out of there as quickly as possible. I had to file a complaint for early dismissal. It worked and he stayed another eight days in the hospital. Third, Mike demanded that his feeding tube be removed but the trauma team flat out refused to remove it even when he declared his patient rights in having it taken out. He gave me power of attorney over his health care and I had to fight for his rights. After me raising quite a fuss it was out within a couple of hours. Fourth, we also found out that even though he needed to go into a nursing care facility for further recovery, that wasn't going to happen since he didn't have health insurance. Nor did he qualify for any disability programs that the state had to offer.

We had to meet with financial aid and fill out forms in hopes that they would help him with some of the medical costs. We still haven't heard the results of that yet but I'm believing they will cover at least 80% of the cost. I know God has this under control along with all his other financial needs. God has faithfully met his at-home medical costs as well as his day-to-day expenses and bills. God used many, many people who blessed Mike by donating to help cover most of these expenses. There is no way we can adequately thank all the family and friends and his work who donated money. Thank you to those who faithfully prayed for him as well. Your prayers were answered miraculously time and time again.

One of the toughest lessons I've learned through this is not to question God's sovereignty. While Mike was in the hospital there was a young man in his early twenties who was also in a motorcycle accident. It was heartbreaking watching family and friends say their good-byes to him over a 2-3 day period of time. He had a fractured skull even though he was wearing a helmet and would not survive. At first, I felt guilty because as they were losing their beloved son, grandson, brother we were learning that our son, father, brother, uncle would survive. But God...only God knows why those two outcomes were different.

I would like to think that our worship and praise of God would have been just as passionate if Mike had not survived the accident. I really don't know what I would have done because it would have been the greatest trial my family would have ever faced. But God...obviously he isn't quite done with Mike yet.

Before signing off, I would like to share with you the scriptures kept by Mike's bedside during his 20 days hospital stay.

"For this reason I kneel before the Father, from whom His whole family in heaven and on earth derives its name. I pray that out of His glorious riches He may strengthen Mike Hofer with power through His Spirit in Mike's inner being, so that Christ may dwell in his heart through faith. And I pray that Mike, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, TO GRASP HOW WIDE AND LONG AND HIGH AND DEEP IS THE LOVE OF CHRIST, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge - that Mike may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God. Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all Mike asks or imagines, according to His power that is at work within Mike, to Him be glory in the church (and Mike's body) in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen."     Ephesians 3:14-21 (emphasis mine)

God is Good. Always.


Saturday, May 13, 2017

Chase Finds Friends

(Renamed from "Chase's Request.")  I would like to publish this as a children's picture book.

Chase Find Friends
A Far-Fetched Tale about Furry Friends

     Chase laid on the ground looking up at the sky. With one leg crossed over the other and chewing a blade of grass he longed, for about the hundredth time that day, to have a friend.

     "Momma?" Chased asked. "Why don't I have any friends? More than anything in the whole wide world, I would like to have a friend."

     "Tis true," Momma mumbled with a clothespin in her mouth. She shook out a blue bed sheet. "We don't have any close neighbors and that's a fact. Why don't you pray and ask Jesus for a friend? I'm sure He'll help you. Nothing is impossible with God."

     Chase loved their small cottage with its thatched straw roof but Momma worked hard to keep the house clean, the laundry washed and the garden freed from weeds. She made the best meals from the garden produce. As he chewed on the blade of grass, he imagined eating Momma's delicious vegetable soup. Even the clouds were shaped like some of the veggies. He knew that as much as she would have liked to, she simply didn't have that much time for playing.

     Right before he climbed into bed, Chase knelt at his window. He looked toward heaven. "Jesus, I sure could use a friend or two. It's mighty lonesome-like around here with no one to play with. Thanks, Jesus!" With a heart full of hope, Chase crawled into bed.

     Huntley, the hound dog who lived a couple miles down the road, always ran through the forest at night. He liked to howl at whatever moved. On this particular night, Huntley took off for the forest at top speed. There was a full moon to brightly light his way. He ran through the clover patch, waded the creek with a splash, jumped over a dead log, and ran around the bend. Finally, he sat on straight front legs, pointed his nose toward the moon and...

     "Ow, ooooooooooooooo.  Ow, ooooooooooooooo," Huntley howled.

     "Huh?" said a startled brown bear who was busy licking honey from his paws. "Now cut that out, would ya!" he demanded.  "I don't like loud noises." The bear ran away but Huntley howled as he followed him.

     The bear fled through the thick trees as fast as his big ol' body would let him. He lumbered over the bridge, down through the hollow and over a steep hill with Huntley right behind him and...

     The bear ran right into a buck eating tender leaves from a tree. "Huh?" said the surprised deer.

     "Ow," said the bear, "that hurts! Get your antler away from my nose."

     "Well, get your nose away from my antlers," growled the buck.

     The buck began to lope through the forest with an angry bear behind him and Huntley close to the bear's heels. They all ran out of the dark forest. The buck sprinted around the lake, through the meadow, across a cornfield, and down to a barn with the crazy bear right behind him. Huntley was still howling just for the joy of the chase and...

     The buck tripped over a big ol' fat pig who was quite comfortable in the cool, mucky mud. Down into the mud went the buck. Down into the mud went the bear. Down into the mud went Huntley.

     "Huh?" snorted the pig. "What do you think you're doing? How rude! You made a mess of my mud and, besides, I was here first." He bonked the buck upside the head with his curly tail. That's when the pig looked behind him and noticed antlers aimed right at his curly tail.

     "Yikes!" yelled the pig as he crawled out of the mud. "I'm outta here."

     The pig waddled through the barn door and out the other side. He ran far down the road as fast as his pudgy little legs would take him. He ran right into Chase's yard and into Momma's garden. He stopped just long enough to scarf down a carrot. He ran under the clean sheets on the clothes line. One of the sheets tangled with the pig. He couldn't see because the sheet covered his head nor he could see the line of animals fast on his trail and...

     He ran into the outside wall of the cottage. The buck, which was blinded by pajamas on his antlers, bumped into the pig. Up went the pig on the buck's head. The bear with underwear on his head bumped into the buck. Up went the buck on the bear's head. Huntley, who was too busy howling and didn't pay any attention to where he was going, bumped into the bear. Up went the bear on top of Huntley's heard. For sure, Huntley was one strong hound dog.

     Chase woke from the noise outside his window. "Huh? What the?" he asked.

     Chase peeked out his window. He saw a dog, a bear, a buck and a pig piled high. They stared at him. He stared at them. Huntley howled. A big grin spread across his face. "Thank you, Jesus, for sending me some new friends."

     Chase waved at the pile of animals. "Hey guys, can't wait 'til we play tomorrow." He crawled back into bed with a grateful heart. His dreams were filled with sweet thoughts of good times with his newly found friends. Suddenly, his eyes flew open.  "Huh?" he said. "How DO you play with a big brown bear?"

     Reflection Page:  Truth be told, Chase really couldn't play with some of his new-found friends but it was a fun story to read and pretend that he could. Huntley the hound dog and even the pig would have made fun friends. Truth be told, God really does care about us and He does answer our prayers. Sometimes God answers quickly. Sometimes He says we must wait. Sometimes He even says, "No, not this time." But He always answers our prayers. Always. However, if Chase hadn't taken the time to ask God for friends, he may not have gotten any friends.

     The Bible says, "Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened."  Matthew 7:7-8 NKJ

Monday, May 8, 2017

God, Can You Hear Me?

(Renamed from "Lost, The Photographer and His Camera)

Intro to Poem

At FaithWriters, ( they give you an opportunity to hone your writing skills through The Writing Challenge. They give you a topic and you may use any genre, within 150-750 words, to write a story. After participating in the Writing Challenge for quite some time, it was getting difficult to come up with original, creative stories. I decided to make a Creativity Box. I divided it into various sections:  main character, point of view, plot, prop, location, audience, and genre. I wrote out index cards for each section. For example, under main character, I might have monster on one card, teacher on the next, sea captain on the next, missionary on the next...well, you get my point.

On this particular assignment, the topic was the word "Hear." I then randomly pulled out the following cards:

main character - photographer
point of view - 1st person
plot - fear
prop - camera (seriously and with great relief, randomly pulled it out)
location - sea
audience - adult
genre - haiku

I was stunned when I pulled out the word "haiku." Yikes. At first I decided to sit out the Writing Challenge for the week but then changed my mind. I wasn't for sure if an epic haiku was really a genre but decided to give it a try anyway. I knew that haikus gave reference to nature in some way. After some research I found out that originally Japanese haikus focused mainly on the weather and seasons. I decided to make an attempt, not only to be faithful to such things as using the correct syllables per line and correct lines per stanza, but to the weather theme too. I wanted to somehow reference the weather or season in each stanza, if at all possible although I wasn't successful every time. The following "epic haiku" is the result of the ideas generated above. Whew! It was no easy task but I believe God guided and anointed my creativity.

God, Can You Hear Me?

Lost on the breezes...
cruel waves toss my boat around
winter on the sea.

My ears are attuned...
to the sounds of frozen howls
blowing through the mast.

"God, can you hear me?"
I cry to mounds of icy
foam lashing the boat.

"God, where are you now?"
I scream at the forlorn depth
where darkness prevails.

The strength of the storm...
building to a wild frenzy
engulfs all my fears.

Nature at its worst...
reveals God as powerful
and mighty in strength.

"Where is God in this?"
I agonize as frigid
waters attack me.

"Use your camera,"
is all I hear from the Lord
upon heightened swells.

I can't fight the deep...
it's too powerful to win
against such a force.

I resign the fact...
God wants me to record death
in this icy sea.

"God, did I hear right?"
I ask Him while giant waves
mount a cruel attack.

The camera's poised...
documenting my final
day on the ocean.

A noise interrupts...
the cold death toll of my soul
as a ship appears.

"How did you find me?
A needle indeed in the
proverbial hay."

Many knowing smiles...
on faces of my heroes
warm my frozen heart.

The strobe of the light...
from the camera flashed bright
through the wintry storm.

Thursday, May 4, 2017

When Did That Happen?

Every time my husband, Mike, looks at a picture of himself the first question that comes out of his mouth usually is, "Do I really look that old?" And my response usually is, "Yes. We both really look that old." Maybe you can relate to the following poem. I hope it's not too much of a downer because I really don't mind getting older. It beats seeing my name in the obits.

When Did That Happen?

"Who is that person in the picture?" I ask.
"No way can that be me. I know it can't
be me because that person in the picture is old.
She looks like my mother and my memory of her is old.
As for me, I am eternally young. Right?"
Then I see the hands holding the picture.
Shockingly, I realize those are old people hands.
Shaking my head I ponder, "When did that happen?"

Saturday, January 16, 2016

The Town of Whiney-Oaks

Let's face it..those of us who live in the Midwestern section of the United States of America are probably complaining about the cold right now. And it IS cold. Tonight's temperature will be somewhere around -8 degrees F here in Omaha, NE. Burr. And some of my Australian/New Zealand friends are probably complaining about the heat. Go figure. Isn't it human nature to complain about the weather?

The Town of Whiney-Oaks

In the town of Whiney-Oaks,
Lives a passel of whiney folks,
They gripe, complain all day long,
Singing their silly, whiney-day song.

“When it’s cold, we want it hot.
When it’s rainy, we want it not.
When it’s sunny, it shouldn’t be.
We love to live in our misery.”

In the midst of these whiney blokes,
Lives a wee boy of different strokes.
Perry-boy likes all sorts of weather:
The rain, the sleet, it doesn’t matter.

When others gripe about the snow,
This dear, young lad will gladly go
Outside to skate and to play,
Having fun on a wintry day.

Not once will Perry-boy ever sing,
That song of woe in the spring,
While others whine about pollen from flowers,
He will sniff them for hours and hours.

On a hot, summery noon,
When other Whinies begin to swoon,
Perry-boy laughs with utter glee,
Swimming and biking joyfully.

Colorful leaves falling from the tree,
Makes his heart sing quite merrily,
While others gripe about the work,
Which most Whinies would rather shirk.

“Perry-boy,” others like to say,
“How can you enjoy this lousy day?
Come join us in our poor misery,
For this is the way it ought to be.”

“No, dear Whinies, I cannot be,
This thing you are asking of me,
I can’t sing your sad, silly song,
Not now nor my whole-life long.”

“Boy, what makes you not want to sing,
The song that means most everything,
To all the other Whiney blokes,
Who live in the town of Whiney-Oaks?”

“Folks, I’m glad you truly want to know,
The secret I found some time ago,
In the holy Book of books indeed,
There is a truth that has set me free.

You see, today I choose to rejoice,
It is truly a much finer choice,
To know that this is a special day,
God has given me to enjoy and play.

For today, I choose what is true,
What is noble for me and for you.
I choose on this day to gladly see,
What is pure and ever-so lovely.

My life isn’t always so grand,
Some days don’t go the way that I plan.
Yet, when I dwell on my Lord’s grace,
He gives me strength for the trials I face.

When I choose to thank the Lord,
To rejoice in His faithful Word,
It helps me to open my heart and see
That each day is a blessing to me.”

All the Whinies began shaking their heads,
Not quite understanding all he had said,
Each one went his whiney-filled way,
Ready to face another whiney-filled day.

Perry-boy felt a tug on his shirt,
Turning he smiled at Peggy and Burt,
Two little Whinies from Perry-boy’s school,
They thought what he said was ever-so cool.

“Can we play?” they hopefully asked,
“We don’t want to whine like in the past,
We want to rejoice in the Lord above,
We want to feel His grace and His love.”

Perry-boy was grinning from ear to ear,
Thankful for his new friends standing there,
“The three of us is a good start!”
He sang with an ever-grateful heart.

Over the years as the word was spread,
Others chose to live by what he had said,
Enjoying the season whether cold or hot,
Praising the Lord in good times and not.

The truth of God’s Word is plain to see,
Rejoice in Him always, and always you’ll be
Content no matter what life brings your way,
Enjoying the best in each blessed day.

Reflection Page:  “Rejoice in the Lord always.  I will say it again:  Rejoice!  Let your gentleness be evident to all.  The Lord is near.  Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.  And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.  Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable-if anything is excellent or praiseworthy-think about such things.”  Philippians 4:4-8 (NIV)


Friday, January 1, 2016

Finding the Perfect Home

I would like to publish this as a children's picture book using water colors for the illustrations. I wish I had the talent to illustrate the book but, alas, it wasn't a skill that the Lord blessed me with. I pray the story will encourage you. Enjoy.

The Adventures of Mr. & Mrs. Elf Owl
Finding the Perfect Home
       "Oh dear," sighed Mrs. Elf Owl. "I don't think I'm going to make it. The eggs aren't going to wait too much longer. And I'm so tired."
       Being nocturnal, daytime was usually for sleeping. Her wings moved slowly up and down and her tired eyes struggled to stay open. She barely had enough strength left in them to lift herself off the branch where she was perched. Mr. & Mrs. Elf Owl had flown south to Mexico for the winter where the insects they ate were more available. They had just returned from their migration. Now it was time for her to lay eggs.
       "By the way, where is my husband?" she asked as she looked around for him.
       At that moment, Mr. Elf was quite busy. He knew they must find a home soon before the eggs came into the world. He peeked into the hole of an oak tree.
     "Sorry ma'am, didn't mean to disturb you," Mr. Elf Owl said to a startled woodpecker. "The missus and I are desperate to find ourselves a home before our eggs are laid."
     "Well, this tree is taken," snapped Mrs. Woodpecker. "Next time be careful where you stick that beak of yours." Ruffling her feathers she settled deeper on her nest of eggs.
     Mrs. Elf Owl had hoped her husband would be able to find a home in the foothills of the Rincon Mountains. The summer temperatures were cooler and the Riparian Forest would provide needed shelter and water. Unfortunately, many other birds and animals had the same idea. There wasn't an empty oak tree to be found.
       When her belly tightened, Mrs. Elf Owl moaned. "You know, we wouldn't be in this mess, if you hadn't decided to try a new route home. At the border all you had to do was ask for directions but you said you knew exactly where we were the whole time."

       "Yes, dear," answered Mr. Elf Owl. He knew his sweet wife wasn't too happy with him because he really did get lost. He couldn't really blame her for being upset.

       "She may only be 4 1/2 inches tall and may only weigh a little over an ounce," he chuckled, "yet I believe in her desperation, she's quite capable of taking care of herself."

       Mr. Elf Owl thought about what to do next. "I know where there are some sycamore trees. The tall trees will provide protection from snakes, coyotes and bobcats. Hopefully, we can find a deserted one that's been pecked out by a woodpecker."

       Mrs. Elf Owl looked down at her big belly. How much longer do I have? she thought. I'm sure it won't be much longer now.

       They would have to find a place with an old nest because they didn't have time to make one of their own. After an hour's flight, they spied the grove of sycamore trees on the slopes of a large hill. The air was more arid and there wasn't as much foliage and brush.

       "Excuse me, is anyone home?" asked Mr. Elf Owl at a tree on the back edge of the grove. All the other trees seemed to be occupied already. This was their only hope.

       "I say there, you startled me," answered Mr. Sparrow. He stuck his head out of the hole to get a better look at his visitors. "How may I help you?"

       After they had shared their troubles with him, Mr. Sparrow shook his head. "Sorry, but this grove is full. Fairly close to the water supply, you know. There is still one more place you could try. On the Sonora desert floor, the saguaros would make a nice home."

       "Oh Elfie, not the desert," Mrs. Elf Owl cried. "It's horribly hot there. Please, not the desert." Mrs. Elf Owl shuddered at the thought of living in such a place.

       "My dear, I don't think we have a choice," Mr. Elf Owl said kindly as he stroked his wife's feathers. "I do believe, though, if the good Lord can take care of that sparrow family, He will provide for us too."

       Two exhausted elf owls flew to the desert right before darkness settled over the area. They found a deserted saguaro cactus with an old nest and settled in for a long, busy night. It was indeed time.

       Mr. and Mrs. Elf Owls' hearts were full of thanksgiving as the sun rose over the desert floor. "Oh, Elfie, it's lovely. I had no idea how beautiful it was here," Mrs. Elf Owl declared.

       Beautiful white flowers, with large centers as bright as the sun, had blossomed overnight on the hundreds of cacti which surrounded them. The arms of the cacti stretched upward toward the sky as if in praise to their Creator. As they enjoyed the beauty of the desert, they rejoiced in God's goodness.

     "You did good Momma. Real good," bragged Mr. Elf Owl.

       Safely tucked away in the nest of the saguaro cactus was a tiny egg with the promise of more to come in the next couple of days. With weary, but thankful hearts, they closed their eyes for a well-deserved sleep.

       Reflection Page:  Even though this is a pretend story, there really are birds called elf owls and they really do live in the saguaro cacti in the Sonora Desert. Look on a map and find the Sonora Desert in the state of Arizona. And there really is a God who cares about sparrows and woodpeckers and tiny little elf owls. Just think, if He cares about the birds how much more He cares about you... someone who is created in His image. God has a perfect plan for your life, including where you should live, who your parents and siblings are, and where you should go to school. You can't always see what's best for yourself but God knows. Always.

       "Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?"  Matthew 6:26 (NIV)

       "As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts."  Isaiah 55:9 (NIV)

       Can you think of a husband and wife (the wife was going to have a baby) in the Bible who had trouble finding a place to spend the night? God had it all under control and that baby was born right where God wanted Him to be born. (Hint:  The baby's name is Jesus.)