Friday, March 20, 2015

The Road Before Us

This morning as I drove into the morning sun, I watched as it rose, it changed and moved my view along with the movement of my vehicle which carries me down the road to work.  Some days I yearn to just stop, get out and wander, not arriving as I should – but my reality doesn’t have me tarrying this Friday. 
My commute time is my time alone – 40 minutes of the day to myself in my own space – allowing my brain to wander, to stress, to plan, to absorb what is to be and what has been.  I take joy in my views some days, while other days I lament the time to hasten to get on with what needs to be done. 
This morning’s light frost and fading fog with the rising sun was beautiful.  With only my cell phone, I reached for it yearning my “real” camera.  The cell phone doesn’t do it justice, but captured well despite itself.
New roads by God’s changing hands on the same roads I travel everyday – he paints them for me daily.  27 years of the same drive – it can still take my heart and move it.  There is always change despite always being the same.
As we age – we have new roads as well by God’s changing hand on our same roads of life.  My mother-in-law a fiercely strong, faithful, independent women who 5 years ago beat breast cancer, has a return of cancer in the form of lung cancer.  A new road on her same road to journey.  We all want to help – she has 7 children who love her deeply.  We live the closest.  She has been a giver to us all these years, meals, quilts, books, time, support – you name it – she has been there.  Now, on this same road, we ask and beg for her to allow US to give back in new ways.  It will be a journey.  While the first treatment wasn’t effective, bless her – she wants chemo.  She is small, frail in body – but bold in spirit. 
If you are reading this and you are a praying person – please lift her up as we journey through this fog of cancer.  I believe in the power of prayer….I also know God calls us all home when our work on earth is done.  Praying through this journey for his wisdom and guidance that we as a family honor her and come to her aid in the ways we can – each with gifts different from the other, but each with a heart of love and support for a lady large in spirit. 

Mathew 7:14  But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

And again...Forgiveness


Ephesians 4:32 – Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.

Matthew West – "Forgiveness" lyrics really put the guilts on me….I know what I have to do….70x7…..it takes all I can to fall and come back up…..over and over again….from the highest of highs to the depth of the seas.....roller coaster days.....this is the life of a RAD child mother....this is the life of any mother who loves their children....especially the teen years! 


It’s the hardest thing to give away
And the last thing on your mind today
It always goes to those who don’t deserve
It’s the opposite of how you feel
When the pain they caused is just too real
It takes everything you have to say the word

Forgiveness
It flies in the face of all your pride
It moves away the mad inside
It’s always anger’s own worst enemy
Even when the jury and the judge
Say you got a right to hold a grudge
It’s the whisper in your ear saying “set it free”

Forgiveness

Show me how to love the unlovable
Show me how to reach the unreachable
Help me now to do the impossible
Forgiveness

Help me now to do the impossible
Forgiveness

It’ll clear the bitterness away
It can even set a prisoner free
There is no end to what its power can do
So let it go and be amazed
By what you see through eyes of grace
The prisoner that it really frees is you

Forgiveness
Show me how to love the unlovable
Show me how to reach the unreachable
Help me now to do the impossible
Forgiveness
I want to finally set it free
So show me how to see what Your mercy sees
Help me now to give what You gave to me
Forgiveness
 

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Cold Frosty Morning

You dance on my windows
You display your artistic flows
Patterns that grow
In the cold morning slow

The defrost on high
Is your demiseful goodbye
Your beautiful freeze
Gone in the hot breeze

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