Monday, July 06, 2009

Marriage Monday- Traveling with my husband



Chuck and I met as traveling door-to-door encyclopedia salesmen. I was one of his trainers who helped him in the book business. I loved every aspect of the job, especially all the travel. Chuck liked the traveling part but not the sales part. So in the end we quit our jobs right before we were married to start a new life together. To this day, I look back on those times with great fondness. We were young, in love, and travelled all over the western United States it was wonderful.

After Amanda came along, Chuck was offered a position in Iowa. We packed up our little family leaving all of our friends and family behind, looking forward to a new adventure in a new state. I remember rolling down the highway looking at tall the bales of hay, corn, and cows wondering what I had got myself into. Settling into a smaller town wasn’t an easy transition for me, but it drew Chuck and me closer, for we were all we had. It helped us establish “us”. We celebrated our fifth anniversary there and we drove to Kansas City, Missouri for the weekend. That weekend was magical for us; it was the first time we left our kids. We had reached our first milestone, five years. We had survived the death of our daughter and his brother, the loss of Chuck’s job, which included our home and car. That trip brought us back to why we married each other. It enabled us to just have fun and enjoy each other without thinking about all the stress we had just come through.

We stayed in Iowa for about three years and then moved back to Denver. We have been here ever since. Yet, every anniversary he takes me somewhere. One year we went to Ouray, Colorado so I could capture fall colors. It was so romantic, just the two of us deep in the mountains of southern Colorado. As I look back on all of our trips with the kids or without I see that our perspective changed due to a particular road trip. We were able to regroup, pray, and engage in uninterrupted conversation. All of life’s responsibilities lay dormant till we returned.

I wouldn’t have wanted to travel with anyone other than Chuck through this life. With each valley or peak, he has been by my side. I look forward to entering the years of just the two of us and I wonder where the road will lead us to…





Thursday, July 02, 2009

Let us touch the dying, the poor, the lonely

TMV© 2008
Defend the poor and fatherless;
Do justice to the afflicted and needy.
Deliver the poor and needy;
Free them from the hand of the wicked.
Psalm 82:3-4


I don't believe this mandate is seasonal or optional. Through the giving of our extras, the helping of our hands, and the voices of our prayers, let us as women, make a difference in lives around us.

Dear Father,
Help us as women pray for those around us that are in dire straits. Let us remember those that are less fortunate with extra meals and clothing. Let us really be Your hands and feet that make a difference in the world today. Give us eyes to see, ears to hear, and willingness of heart to walk with those who have burdens to big to bear. Give us the strength, joy, and love to look beyond ourselves to support those who are in need.
In Jesus name,
Amen

Please share how you are making a difference in your part of the world. You ideas may spur others to action. :)

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Kindred to the woman at the well

Jesus answered and said to her, “Whoever drinks of this water will thirst again, 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 4:13-14

A couple of weeks ago I heard a friend speak about how her walk with God dramatically changed from feeling like a guest to a daughter of the King. This was a woman who had walked with God for almost twenty years when this happened. Experiencing the God who chooses you, transforms your walk. As I listened to her compelling testimony, the Lord started to reveal how my heart was guarded just like the Samaritan woman at the well. Like her, I didn't want to get my life or water with everyone else in the cool of the day. But instead I went by myself, when no one was around.

Yet in the heat of the day, she stumbles upon Jesus. He is tired and thirsty and asks her for a drink. She is astonished that He would ask her, a Samaritan woman for water. But Jesus isn't like other men in her life who has abused and judged her, he just wants to give her life. Like her, I was in the intensity of one trial after another feeling isolated and alone. Marked by past authorities that had spoken words of judgment and condemnation, why would anyone really want to get close to me? My soul was too tarnished. Being cloaked in shame and fear, I didn't realize how isolated I had become. I chose not to get close to others for fear that they too, would judge me with harshness and disparaging words. Yet, my Lord didn't see me this way. How could my thinking change? This revelation almost overwhelmed me.
"Now what do I do with it, Lord." I asked.

For a couple of weeks this revelation stirred in me. I became aware of so many circumstances where I felt judged or slighted, even though, I didn't think these people meant to do harm to me. My feelings were so twisted, I didn't know which way was up. This roller coaster of emotions left me dazed and confused, which only added to my guilt and condemnation. I felt like I was sinking farther and farther into a hole that I would never get out of.

Then Sunday came, and during worship the Lord started dealing with my broken heart. He brought to me peoples faces and the angry, hurtful words that they had spoken over me the pain was so intense I felt like the tears would never stop. I told the Lord that if he wanted change in me, that Pastor Gerry would need to pray over me and break the deception off of me. As worshiped ended, they had an altar call for prayer. I went forward and Pastor Gerry prayed over me. As he started to pray about my control issues which had led to my fear of authority and how I had to defend myself for years. I was so broken I couldn't even look up. God had answered my prayer in such a powerful way. The words flowed straight into my heart and started to heal the breaches of the past, even to my early childhood. I was told I could lay down my sword now, for the Lord would go before me and be my rear guard. For once in my life, I felt safe and protected, like someone was looking at for me. Even now as I share this tears well up. For the road has been a long with many disappointments along the way. As I left the altar that day, I knew I would never be the same, just like my friend who had shared a few weeks earlier, His Love will forever change you.

God had chosen me. He loved me. He would protect me. He would guide me. Though these words seem to simple, they are so profound when they reach to the innermost part of your soul. Where others had spoken death- He spoke life and life more abundantly. I chose to take the living water that He offered me on Sunday and drink deeply to satisfy the longing of my soul.

How about you? Have others wounded you so deeply that it clouded your perceptions of the Lord and other believers, if so can I pray for you? God doesn't desire for us to be afraid of being vulnerable or afraid. He desires to set us free, to live the life that we were intended to live for him.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Healing Stones


I saw book over at my friend, Kay's website. It looked interesting, so I read the book.
Have you ever read something and new it was for you and for your situation? This book ministered to me in so many ways.

The book is about how Demetria gets caught in a public scandal that threatens to destroy her and her family. She seeks counsel from Sullivan Crisp, her therapist. Micky gives her unusual grace and mercy by helping her with lodging and a job. As the story continues the relationships deepen in understanding, forgiveness, and compassion.

As I read how each of Demetria's family members handled her affair, I was convicted that I had been judgmental with one of my family members who hadn't used the greatest discretion in a decision. Even though I knew I was right, the way I handled it was oh, so wrong. I thought to myself, that if I was making my family member feel as bad as Demetria felt, I wasn't showing any compassion at all. The book made me take a look at myself from the standpoint of how do I handle offenses and sins. I found myself lacking...

Then you read about Sullivan Crisp-the therapist that is still dealing with his own issues of the past. How many times have you counseled your friend in something only to later have it come up in your quiet time with the Lord? I have many times. His path to healing was heartbreaking, yet very hopeful.

But the character that I related to the most was Micky. She gives all this grace and mercy to Demetria, yet when her own daughter has issues she draws a hard line. This no-nonsense woman felt like one of my own family members. She had a heart of gold even for her daughter, but responsibility killed the compassion that was needed to help heal situations, especially when it came to her daughter.

This is a book that depicts grace, but the type of grace that reveals one's heart and leads them to the One who can make them whole again.

Healing Stones gets 4 stars out of 5!

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Happy 16th Birthday Jonathan!


Where did the time go, Jonathan? How can it be that you are 16 today? It just seems like yesterday when you were our sweet baby boy.

It seems like overnight you have become a man. We are so proud of you, son.





Joyful-you are always full of joy and are willing to share it with everyone.
Open- you are open and willing to help anyone.
Noble-your character stands above many. You have incredible integrity.
Amazing- Whatever you set your mind to do, you do.
Tolerant- You seek to understand, not just to be understood.
Humble- You don't ask for much or expect much from others.
Astute- Your questions never cease to amaze me.
N
otable- You are our son in whom we are so pleased.

Happy Birthday! Jonathan!

Sunday, June 07, 2009

Bungoma Orphanage

Check out this SlideShare Presentation:
I was looking for old pictures when I found this presentation. It is missing the audio sound, but has my original pictures that I took.


Thursday, June 04, 2009

In quietness and confidence shall be your strength

"In quietness and confidence shall be your strength."



Tonight while Chuck and I were having dinner we discussed some of my mothering issues. I love being able to be so open and honest with my guy. Our openness is one of the most valued attributes of our marriage. I can talk to him about anything. So we were discussing my change of attitude when the kids are gone. It is like I am another person. This cloud lifts and Chuck and I have fun. But at home I seem to be all business. I think I have been this way since the babies were born. I remember having two under two and I would do the grocery shopping, clean the house, go to the laundry mat and make dinner all in one day.

How did I do that? Why did I do that?

I have always been this no nonsense mom. Everything was a mission. Chuck asked me if it was it a military mission or a missionary mission. My reply was both something like the Crusades and we all know how that ended…


This militancy in me derives from fear. Fear of not finishing what I started. One of my greatest sorrows in life is the fact that I didn’t finish high school. About three years into our marriage I found the guts to take my GED. I passed with ease, but secretly wondered if it was a fluke. I guess I haven’t been able to completely forgive myself for not finishing. Now, had I finished school, I wouldn’t have met Chuck or married him. So really, I can’t complain for Chuck has been the best thing in my life. But I really need to learn how to relax as a mom. Especially in these last few years I have with them.


Both kids have on numerous occasions told me how sad it is that I don’t know how to have fun. Amanda chalks it up to my childhood. :) She is such a sweet girl. Jonathan just shakes his head when I get a wide grin on my face from working out in the yard or cleaning the basement. Doesn’t everyone get happy when things get organized around the house?


Tonight I was reading Streams in the Desert and it quoted, in quietness and confidence shall be your strength. I think I have missed it over the years. Being confident in God that things were going to turn out for the kids. That we wouldn’t mess them up and then thrust them into society unprepared. I was so mission minded that I didn’t relax much. So as Amanda enters her senior year, I want to be more relaxed. I am not sure how to do this, but I am seeking the Lord in this area, hoping to find some pockets of peace as we finish out her education at home. For I want her to remember me not only as drill sergeant, but mom, too.