Saturday, June 10, 2017

Where does your help come from?

“I just don’t know how we are going to survive?”, “This country is going to be destroyed now!”  “My children are having nightmares because they are so afraid of what’s going to happen!”  

These are just a few of the mass hysteria questions and comments that saturated social media last November and on through the winter. It affected me so badly that I had to take a hiatus from Facebook in January, just to minimize all the hysterical and yes nasty comments and memes that were being posted.

The TV and radio news were the same, so that went off too.  Call me a wimp, but to be honest it grieved my soul so much until it affected my health. Heart palpitations, stomach upset, and anxiety, not because I was worried about the future of this country, but because of the arguing, bickering and just plain awful attitude that some people began to exude. Since this affected me so negatively, I wondered and worried what kind of impression this would have on the people of this country and the world, those who may not follow Christ or even believe in God. 

Since we are a country supposedly built on the foundations of our beliefs in God, even have “In God We Trust” printed and stamped on our currency…what was and is all the hysteria about?  What is that saying to a world that so desperately are seeking answers; if we that call ourselves Believers are exemplifying the same hysteria as they may feel?

It seemed that all the degrading and insulting comments made was to prove that the election HAD to come out in their favor…or else. Even among Believers there were some of the most awful things said to each other because they “believed” that their candidate (both sides) was the right one, THEE ONE that would bring about Hope for this country…honestly, there is something quite scary about that premise, but that’s for another post.

Friendships were lost over this past election, but to me the worst was the example that was set and forever engraved in the minds of the very people that we as Believers claim to want to lead to Christ.  If Christ is Peace, Hope, Joy and Salvation to us, then what happened to it during the election? Did God suddenly renege on His Promises in His Word? Because what I saw was anger, arguing and gnashing of teeth (never knew what that meant but when I read it in the Bible, it sounds like a good description of what was going on. Luke 13:28) lol

It was a real eye opener for me, and it really showed the true colors of folks for sure. See I KNOW I’m not perfect, but this I do know, our help is in the Lord. Our help is not in a man. God uses men to bring about His purpose, but our Hope should not be in them. Our help is in the Lord.
“I will lift up my eyes to the hills—
From whence comes my help?
My help comes from the Lord,
Who made heaven and earth.”  Psalms 121: 1-2

You can bet your bottom dollar that God is interested in every tiny detail of our lives, so there is no need to panic. He sees the small and the big. He sees all the plans of nations that want to do us harm, and He also sees the anxiety and concerns we have for ourselves and our children. He does not miss anything and He’s got it. He wants us to trust Him and not put our trust in men. 
Trust in the Lord with all your heart,
And lean not on your own understanding;
In all your ways acknowledge Him,
And He shall direct your paths.” Proverbs 3:5-6

We as humans will have times of fear, but our confidence should be in the Lord and the only way to have that is to surrender those things which bind us and give them to Him.

Recently talking with a friend who lost a parent and they shared that there was a moment that the thoughts of now being an orphan (in a way) came to mind, that even as an adult, the feeling briefly came;  then I added that in losing a spouse, there are moments of feeling uncovered, unprotected. BUT we both agreed that though the feelings may come, our Hope is in the Lord! HE is our Father, HE is our covering and protection, Glory to His Name!

The most courageous thing that we can do is to be a light for Christ in this world. It is not about arguing and even defending what we believe is right, but it is in standing for WHO is right…the Righteous One. Jesus is the example that we should follow, He did not come with anger and insults, He came with TRUTH. He is Holy and He showed kindness and mercy. 

Have I made the mark…nope and I believe that God will continually be working on me until my time here is done (Philippians 1:6). But that’s just it, I have to surrender each day so that He CAN do the work. It ain’t always easy, but I want to obey and please Him. 

If we say that we are Believers in Christ, then it is not just mere words, but it is our actions. This world is crying out for Truth and those of us that have it, must be the lights to show the Way to the One and the only One that has the answers. 

“Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven.” Matthew 5:16







Sunday, May 14, 2017

Giving Honor


‘Honor your father and your mother, as the Lord your God has commanded you, that your days may be long, and that it may be well with you in the land which the Lord your God is giving you." Deuteronomy 5:16


I wrote this article back in 2004, it was published in the county newspaper. It still holds true today...

My mother's positive influence in my life has helped me so much in the past years. Through many events and phases in my life I have the blessing of remembering how my mother handled herself through some of the same experiences. Whether it was child rearing as a young mother, parenting a teen, experiencing an empty nest, caregiving for a sick husband and even widowhood; my mother’s example stood as worthy footsteps to follow. She poured into us all that she had and with God’s strength she did it to the best of her ability.


Each time that I reflected, "How did Mom handle this?" I remembered that she was strong, resilient and determined.
Strong through sorrow, resilient through trials and determined to live her life to the fullest.

My mother did not have an easy childhood, she grew up in a small southern town as the daughter of sharecroppers during the late 1920's and the 1930's. The south was deep in segregation at the time and life for her family was hard in so many ways; and yet with all that she experienced, she never allowed it to deter her from becoming a woman of distinction and character. She married young and became a stellar wife and confidante to my father. It may be understandable to use your negative childhood experiences as an excuse for not living a positive lifestyle as an adult, but my mother used her experiences as a "ladder" to take her higher where her dreams could be fulfilled. Her childhood experiences were hard, but she made a choice as a child to have a better life. By making that choice with God’s help, she nurtured and encouraged us as a family to succeed in life.

She never allowed me nor my siblings to ever feel that we were less in
some way to anyone. She taught us that we could do or be anything that we wanted to be if we tried hard enough and that we, ourselves were the only people that could keep us from achieving our goals.

She encouraged in us good esteem that gave us the ability to be comfortable in the presence of all people, no matter what race, level of wealth, education or social status. We were God's creations and in His eyes there is no special preference.


The love of a mother is a wonderful thing. Throughout history, many mothers have given up their own happiness, careers and even their lives for their children. Whether if it was during the years of slavery in America, the Holocaust in Europe; on every continent and from times past until now, there are stories of women that sacrificed for their children. These were mothers who by the Grace of God were able to gather the strength during great trials to protect and preserve what they believed to be precious and priceless.

Some of you reading this may say, "Well I never knew my real mother." or "I never experienced a mother's love." Well look at it this way, the fact that you are alive to think that thought is proof that you had a mother that loved you enough to give birth to you. The situation surrounding your birth may not have been ideal, but you're here! You couldn't get here by yourself...someone thought enough of you that they carried you inside their body for 9 months, and endured the pain of delivery. There was another option, but they chose not to go that route...and here you are! Praise God!


No matter the circumstances of your conception, your biological mother chose to give you the ultimate gift...life. Surely that is something to thank God for.

My precious Mom went home to be with the Lord February 2000, and I miss her so much. She was a loving wife, mother, grandmother, sister, aunt and friend. She loved and honored her parents and taught us how to honor our elders and to show respect to all people. On the day of her funeral, so many people came by to give their condolences, people of all races, social and economical strata.There were many tears and stories, but one thing in common, they all said that she was their "Friend". She was always there to listen, to hug, to encourage and to love...she let her light shine!

This year (2004), 4 years after the passing of my beloved mother, I adopted a Mom. I firmly believe that women should have a least one elder and one younger female friend...to me it just brings about balance in life. We can both learn from as well as deposit into both friends. It's a win win situation.

This precious elder woman that I adopted lived in a nursing home for many years and seldom had any visitors, because her only daughter lived many states away. My visits to her may have seemed as if I was there to encourage her, when in fact she was the one that encouraged and comforted me.

For about six months we would laugh and talk together and when I would leave the nursing home, I felt somehow that the void of not having my mother was filled. Eventually her daughter made arrangements for her to come and live with her and that season was over, but I will never forget how the Lord put me and my adopted Mom together. I needed a Mother's love and God in His mercy fulfilled that need.

This Mother's Day, if your Mother is alive, cherish and honor her. If you never knew your biological mother, reflect on how blessed you are to have been given the gift of life. If your Mother has passed, remember her love and count yourself as blessed to have had her for the time that you did.


My Mother ran the race and has passed the torch to me, may I be faithful to God's calling to be a light in this dark world, to be a mother, grandmother, sister, aunt and friend that listens, hugs, encourages and love with the love of the Lord. 

Friday, May 12, 2017

Letter to my Mom (repost from 2012)

This was a blog post from Mother's Day 2012, I thought it is worth repeating...

Dear Ma,
Well, another Mother’s day has rolled around; this is the 12th one without you.  But your passing from this life to eternity seems like yesterday sometimes. I miss you so much.  And it seems that the older I get, the more I understand you…does that make sense?

I passed by a mirror the other day and wow I could see you in me so much…your mannerisms and movements! If I am becoming even a fraction of the woman of grace that you are I am so thankful.  I know, I know…during my turbulent teenage years I wanted to be anything but my mother. But now Ma, I am so thankful that you hung on to me during those times. Me with my smart mouth and “always having to say the last word” self; you hung on to me, even when I’m sure I broke your heart a few times.  Thanks Ma…only a Mother’s love can do that.
I can think of a lot of things I’m sorry for; like the time I missed your 50th wedding Anniversary; and the time after Dad had passed, I should have had more compassion, instead of trying to rush you through your grief. And even the time I never got around to trimming your hair for you on one of my visits. But I know Ma you wouldn’t want me to feel guilty about any of that stuff, because not once  have you EVER made me feel guilty about anything while you were with us on earth. You only showed unconditional love.

You gave birth to me with God’s help on a hot day in July after you discovered my older brother had splattered mud on your clean laundry hanging on the clothes line! (I love when my brother tells me about that day).  And from that day on you have been the most excellent example of what a real woman should be; strong, smart, giving, loving, graceful, a cute dresser and on and on.  You taught me how to be a good wife, even the part about “in sickness and in health”, when I watched how you took care of Dad during his illness.  Who knew that I would be following in similar footsteps?  And you taught me how to be strong and resilient during times of sadness.
You Ma gave me the gift of humor and laughter!  Oh the times we’ve shared laughing so hard that I literally crawled on the floor, because I was laughing so hard I could not get up from the spot where I’d fallen! I still laugh out loud when I think of some of the things we laughed about and your gift of humor has spread from generation to generation.  Thanks Ma!

I won’t be sad this Mother’s Day, because I know you would not want me to be.  You would want me to be happy and enjoy the life God has given me. You always would say to me “Roni, enjoy every second of your life.” And that is what I now say to my son and daughter-in-love, “Enjoy! Enjoy!
Thanks Ma for being a wonderful mother to me, and I pray that somehow God will let you know how much I love and appreciate you.  I miss you like crazy, but know that one day we will see each other again and Oh! What a day that will be.

With much, much love,
Your middle daughter,
Roni

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Beauty for Ashes

Years ago on one of my trips to the West coast during the Christmas holidays, as a gift, my son and his sweet wife took me on an excursion up the Pacific coast. I’ll never forget the beautiful scenery. At some point as we traveled it was clearly the expanse of the ocean on one side and the mountains on the other. We stopped at rest stops and admired the beautiful views. We even stopped along the way to visit the luxuriously opulent Hearst Castle and also saw the elephant seals come up on the beach to rest, it was awesome!

The other surprise of my gift was spending Christmas and several days in a beautiful rented house in walking distance to the beach, in fact you could see and hear the beach from the balcony off the main living area of the house.
It is there that I sat early one morning with Bible in hand and inwardly speaking to the Lord about my life. So many things had changed for me personally as well as my family. We, my son, his wife and I had all been through a series of losses and brokenness that felt like a never-ending avalanche of inner pain . My energy was spent on trying to understand the “whys” and “what ifs” that left me sometimes staggering under the weightiness of sorrow. We loved God and knew He loved us, but in our human frailty I admit, we hung on with a diminishing hope.

There was a stillness in those moments as I sat admiring the view of the ocean and the mountains, smelling the early morning sea breeze, with only the sound of the waves gently crashing against the large rocks on shore. Then in my peripheral vision I saw movement. When I turned my head there stood the most beautiful majestic deer, it was just a stone’s throw away. The deer held its head high and proudly walked even closer and just stood there as if in a pose to make sure that I had full view of his beauty in all its grandeur.
The moments seemed holy, so much that I was afraid to breathe less I dissipate the presence of God that I sensed and felt. I have seen many deer before, but this was different, this was true beauty that I was allowed to witness...

After a few more moments the deer darted off into a wooded area, but I still sat in awe of what I had just experienced. I believe God used those precious moments to speak to my shattered heart that even in the midst of pain and brokenness, God STILL has beauty; and if we trust Him with that pain and brokenness, He can make something beautiful out of it. Even when the ashes of our lives are so thick that we cannot see nor have the strength to search out the beauty, He will help us to gaze upon His beauty and find the strength to go on. We may not know how or when He’s going to do it, but He’s our Father and He WILL.

As we celebrate “Passover” and “Resurrection Day”, let us remember that Jesus became the sacrificial lamb to be crucified for our sins. That He did not come to just “fix” us, but to redeem us”; and He was the only one that could pay the price. His suffering and death were terrible to look upon, but out of the horrendous ashes of what satan thought he had destroyed, arose God’s beauty of His True love...His love for you and me. Isaiah chapter 61:1 reads:
“The Spirit of the Lord God is upon Me, Because the Lord has anointed Me
To preach good tidings to the poor;
He has sent Me to heal the brokenhearted, To proclaim liberty to the captives,

And the opening of the prison to those who are bound; To proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord.”
Jesus in the book of Luke chapter 4 read aloud this portion of scripture in the synagogue and then said “Today this scripture is fulfilled in your hearing.”
He came to do just what He said He would do...He died, He arose and He is alive...
“To comfort all who mourn,
To console those who mourn in Zion,
To give them beauty for ashes,
The oil of joy for mourning,
The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness;
That they may be called trees of righteousness,
The planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified.” Isaiah 61:3


“Because he lives, I can face tomorrow
Because He lives, all fear is gone
Because I know He holds the future, and life is worth the living Just because He lives” -Bill Gaither

-Veronica Y. Brayboy 

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

When It's OK to Unplug...

Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us. Hebrews 12:1

When I tell people that I was up at 5:00 AM cleaning the house or organizing my files they think I'm nuts, but really it is just the habit I developed when my husband and I got up to  prepare for our day at work. There's only one thing wrong with being an early riser with an energy surge though, you get so caught up in doing some things, you manage to be late for others...bad habit that I am working on. Don't judge!


So as usual, I was up around 5:00 AM with tons of energy, it was then that I decided that I was tired of all the cords and wires under my desk.  My son who is a tech wizard, had already told me in a phone conversation that there were certain things that I could remove and did not need any longer, but since I am NOT a tech wizard, I just left all the excess wires and cords connected to my old computer.


Now don't laugh at me, but even though everything functioned wireless, I still thought that "just in case" I had to still be hooked into my old computer...I dunno so don't ask!  Hence all the extra cords and wires, which by the way were using up good storage space on top of and underneath my desk! Okay, I'll just say it, I was AFRAID that if I pulled the wrong cord, that I would forever be thrown into the internet-less abyss, never to be connected to social media and the world again...ummm yeah...


So back to the 5 o'clock surge of energy (without caffeine mind you) ...I decided that's it! The wires have to go. So with flashlight in hand I'm crawling under my desk to see which wires are connected to what and to start eliminating the ones I did not need.  I gotta tell ya, each time I disconnected a cord or wire, I did wince, yep...eyes closed tight, teeth gritted. You cannot imagine my relief when I was able to eliminate several without being disconnected from my source for the internet!


The excess cords and old computer put away, desk cleaned off and organized, I felt so accomplished and actually FREE !  With all the excess stuff removed I had storage for other new things and I didn't even lose my internet source!  HA!


Now here's what I learned...


For so long I was unable to let some things go, now I know that it really was fear. These things had been such a part of my life, relationships and places,even people, that with my type of personality, I felt that if I let go, I could not enjoy having a full life. That if I really let go, I would somehow be disconnected from my Source. You see, by not truly trusting

God's Character of Love and Faithfulness, I felt that I had to stay attached to these things in order to be on His good side. I knew that I wanted to move forward in the Lord, but also felt a sort of allegiance, maybe even dependency on the things I was holding on to...which left me going nowhere.  

Fear, something that God never gave us, can keep us from moving forward in this life that God has given us. Thinking that we are secure by holding on to things that we perceive as good, but are really leaving us "attached" to something we do not need and really is not working for us...that particular season is over.


Letting go is not an easy process, to disconnect can be painful at first, you may wince, close your eyes tight and grit your teeth...but what a relief when with God's help, you begin to see that you really no longer need that connection anymore.


Letting go does not necessarily mean that you hide yourself away and seclude yourself from people, places and things, but it means knowing in your heart who your True Source is...that you are free and free indeed.

Letting go means that you can love with the heart of God, unconditionally and not expecting anything in return. Letting go also means that you free others as you pray with a pure heart for them.

One last thing, letting go means that you make room for all the new things that God wants to do in your life..."Behold I will do a new thing...now it will spring forth, shall you not know it?..."  Isaiah 43:19






Tuesday, March 14, 2017

EXPOSED !

"SKUNK!" That was the word out of my mouth as I scrambled to the back door to get the dogs in from their late night potty break. If you have ever smelled a skunk's spray just once before, you will never have trouble identifying it again...ever. You may also know that not only is that odor smelly but is very hard to remove, from anything it comes in contact with...in my case, the dogs! Since I know that skunks only spray as a defense mechanism, I also knew how my dogs love a challenge and in this one they surely lost.

Let me back up a bit to share what lead to our little backyard visit with Mr. or Mrs. Skunk (both male and female spray by the way). Before I get sidetracked and give you a mini lesson about how, when and where the skunk sprays, let me stick with the story... ANYWAY...for the past several weeks, contractors have been restoring a house whose backyard is adjacent to mine. This house has sat abandoned for several years and though the township kept the outside tidy, it still was an unoccupied house. The trees and shrubs were trimmed, even in the backyard, but even though it gave the appearance on the outside that all was okay, there was much deterioration going on inside.



During the restoration process of this house, as the workers went inside,  a whole lot of stuff had to be ripped out and disposed of, which was evident by the large dumpsters that were filled and emptied on a regular basis. A house that had sat for that many years was bound to have some critters and insects move in to have a safe abode, hence the presence of the Pest Control truck outside the house. These pests were unwanted "guests", but heck they figured no one was chasing them out and plus it was probably very comfortable...


During the moving and shaking process of restoring this house, it rattled and upset the comfortable "home" of some critters. I know this to be true because, it is totally off season for skunks to be so openly out and about. So you guessed it!  All that "shake, rattle and rolling in restoring that house got the skunk family out and moving.with their tiny suitcases... right under the fence to my backyard and the rest is history...well sorta history, if you don't count that I'm STILL trying to get the odor out of a section of one of my dog's fur.


That experience got me to thinking about us as believers, well... let me just speak about myself. For so many years I have believed in, loved and hopefully served God. On the outside I always try to exude a good Christian example, nothing wrong with that right? But guess what folks??? God is so much more concerned and interested in what's going on inside of us.


As Pastor Abie puts it "God confronts us". God confronts us about what things we need to change because He loves us and wants us to become all that He knows we can be in Him. Hebrews 4:13 says " And there is no creature hidden from His sight, but all things are naked and open to the eyes of Him to whom we must give account."   Okay, since God sees all and knows all, then why haven't I been annihilated or zapped from above with only a grease spot on earth remaining? Because He loves me...so He "confronts me" about the things in my life that may not be evident to others, but He knows they are not good for my growth and relationship with Him and with others as well.



The critters in that abandoned house had settled in and were comfortable, when it came time for restoration; the process  caused them to be exposed. In order for the restoration to be done correctly the critters had to go!


In my life, the Lord has been confronting me ever so gently and lovingly about some things that need to be ousted in order for me to grow in Him. Things I thought I never had, things I thought never affected me, things I had become so comfortable with I hardly knew they were but had taken root so firmly until only the Holy Spirit could shine a bright light on, expose and reveal to me. I had become comfortable with those things, but after being exposed they had to go!


Being exposed is not a bad thing, you see, I have learned through the teaching of the Word of God these past few years that "God only exposes to heal". When God reveals, it is not to tear down , but to build up. When those contractors were restoring that house in my neighborhood, all that ripping out  and throwing away of the debris and critters was  not to tear down the house but to make it better!


If God today is "confronting" you about some things that you know should not be in your life, let Him do the work, let Him in His wonderful Love restore you. You have nothing to lose, only to gain. Open your doors wide and let Him come in and expose you in love as only He can. He wants to make you better. 


Unfortunately when we see folks that are publicly exposed, I believe that is not the way God intended. God is long suffering and will constantly speak to our hearts about things we need to change, but it is up to us to make the choice on rather to obey or not.

Philippians 1:6 says  "...being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus."


Father God, help us today to submit to the work that you are doing in us. Let us hear your voice and obey. We want to be better, we want to be what You have created us to be in and on this Earth. Restore us Oh God, expose us, reveal to us what needs to be removed and what needs to be built up; so that we can help to build your kingdom on earth as it is in heaven...Amen

Monday, February 13, 2017

Getting to Know God's Love...

May I tell you a story?

 Once upon a time, there was a princess who lived in a Kingdom that was ruled by a very just, kind and loving King, who was her father. This King was well known for His love and generosity, but the princess did not feel that she was worthy to have the honor of being His daughter. The princess knew all the bad decisions and wrong she had done in her life and knowing that if He, her father, the King would know her true being, surely He would never want to use her to represent Him in His kingdom.

Sadly instead of trusting that her Father loved her, the princess listened to other voices, voices that said they represented the King...some well meaning, some not.  These voices told her that if she ever made a mistake in following her Father's wishes, she would miss any further opportunities to be used by Him...that she would "miss" any good that would have come to her and that it would be passed on to someone else. The voices, in an attempt to control, also portrayed her Father as a King that would punish her if she did not obey them, the voices.  For years the princess listened to the voices and believed their interpretation of the King and His wishes, she believed that her obedience to the voices would somehow make her acceptable to the King; but instead she only grew in fear, fear of rejection and missing the opportunity to please Him.

The King was very wise and knew all along that his daughter's heart desire was to please Him. He heard her heart's cry to know Him more, He knew of her fears of not being good enough and of her weariness of trying to be what she thought He would want in a daughter.

The King, her Father was not only wise but also very merciful and compassionate and it moved Him that His daughter, the princess would not come to Him directly to get to know Him for who He truly was. You see, the years of deception and misguidance had created layers of unworthiness and fear around the princess and the King knew that only the Truth about Himself could pierce and take away those layers of fallacies...so He sent a voice. This one was a voice that shared the Truth about who the King really was, a voice that had learned, and knew the true character of the King, about His mercy, His kindness and unconditional Love. This voice had no hidden agendas, no desire for control...this voice had sat in the presence of the King and knew Him well. The King who loved His daughter very much, and wanted her to know Him, sent her this voice that understood her journey and whom was now free to help others learn how to have that same freedom.

The more the princess learned about the True character of her father, the King, those layers of fallacies fell off. The more she was encouraged to get to know and visit the King for herself, the more at home she felt in the King's presence. No longer is there a barrier of fear between her and her Father. She knows how much He loves her and wants the very best for her. Now she can walk in her Father's kingdom with assurance that she is loved...she can love the King freely and love others as she loves herself.

Confession (as if you didn't already know):  I am that princess, and for so many years I was so bound with the deception of what I believed was Truth. If there is anyone to blame, it would be myself, because during that time I chose to believe what I felt was truth. God in His loving mercy is always working in our lives to point us to the Truth, but we for various reasons often chose what we feel is the easiest way. God wants us to know Him for Himself, He wants us to KNOW the Truth of His love for us, not someone's interpretation of it. God's love is pure, transparent, no hidden prerequisites to obtain it, not controlling and certainly not deceptive. We can never truly love and appreciate ourselves or others, until we first KNOW the true character and unconditional love of God!

I am so thankful for His Mercy, for directing me to a representative whose only agenda is to share the Love and True Character of Our Father. No one is perfect and I'll be the first to raise my hand, but I am so thankful that God sees and uses "voices" that are willing to transparently share and represent the Holy, Loving, Kind, Just and Merciful God that desires to save, redeem, heal, restore and establish us in His Kingdom!

February is considered the "Month of Love", my prayer is that all who read this will get to know REAL Love and not someone's interpretation of it.  Get to know Jesus Christ, the King of Kings for who He truly is! He loves us with an everlasting Love and in getting to know that love, His Love, we can then begin to truly love others and to love ourselves.




Saturday, February 4, 2017

Comfort one another...

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. For as the sufferings of Christ abound in us, so our consolation also abounds through Christ."  II Corinthians 1: 3-5




January was a very gloomy month. A weather reporter on a local radio station even stated that this past January had a record number of cloudy days. Since it also is the anniversary month of my husband's passing...that added to the gloominess I am sure.

During times like that, I have found that it is best to embrace the grief, to not try and run from it, but to allow the feelings to run their course and to seek God's comfort through it all.    
Just for the record, embracing something and wallowing in it are 2 very different things.  To embrace it means to recognize it and walk it through; wallowing is to let it simmer continuously. Getting THROUGH is the key and with the Lord's faithful help, I did.


What also help's is an understanding friend. In my case, it is a precious woman that is a widow as well. She understands because a couple of years ago she walked the same journey as I did 15 years ago. We encourage one another. We have found how to comfort each other the way we have been comforted by God. 

The weekend of the actual day of my husband's passing, there was an early morning knock on the door and outside stood a delivery man with the most beautiful bouquet of flowers!  My friend remembered the date and sent a lovely bouquet with a note that simply said that she understands. It was such a comfort to read those words and to know that in this world that would take little notice of my grief that day, someone remembered...and cared enough to send flowers.

How has God comforted you? We must reach out to others in their time of need to let them know that we understand and share the blessing of our comfort in ways that have been a comfort to us from our Father God.



Friday, January 27, 2017

Think on good things...

January is the month of my husband's passing, so it can bring memories to the forefront. I was just thinking of the time when my late husband called me into the bathroom to see our then 1 year old grandson grin at his own image in the big mirror over the vanity sink as my husband held him...how we laughed! 

Just recently, that same grandson on a visit here, and now well over 6 feet tall, stood at that same bathroom vanity to replace a lightbulb for me; and as I watched his image in that very same mirror, it took me back to when his grandfather held him, prayed over him and loved him. Our grandson does not remember, but I do and I cherish the memory #thingstobethankfulfor






Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Reaction 101

 "Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God;  and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus" Philippians 4: 6-7

"BAM" is what I loudly heard as my car jolted forward! Sitting at the light waiting on it to turn to green, it was the last thing I expected to happen, never saw it coming. Yet it did...and loudly! The first thing I did was look in my rear view mirror and sure enough, it was not a dream, there was a car right on the back of me. I had about 60 seconds to get myself together, put the car in park, and though my heart was beating about 1,000 beats a minute...I said to myself "ok".

To be honest with you, I didn't think to pray a long prayer, because in times like these, you really only have the time and ability to say one word "Jesus"...and for me it was enough.  A calmness came over me, even though I was shaking and my legs felt like rubber as I got out of the car to view the damage.

The gentleman also exited his car and by the look on his face, he was very upset, scared or angry I could not tell. His defenses were up, because he expected me to be a raging, cursing lunatic...he appeared to brace himself as we both viewed my car. We both looked in silence (seemed to me like in slow motion) because I was expecting to see my car's rear end totally destroyed...but...there... was... NO DAMAGE !  NONE!  As we surveyed it closer,, both of us examining it very closely with our hands, there was no damage to either of our cars! not a scratch or a crack or chip!

All this time we had not said a word to each other...me keeping myself calm and him waiting for what he thought would be the inevitable; a shouting, angry woman. As we both looked up at each other at the same time, I looked into his confused eyes and said "PRAISE GOD" !  Did I see him take a step back and slightly shake his head? We both were so surprised, me because of the loudness and big jolt from impact and him, because he knew how fast he was going when he hit me!  But, there was NO DAMAGE and we checked thoroughly.

As I looked at this relieved man, I smiled and I don't know why, but I extended my hand to him for a handshake (not sure why I did that, God knows). He had about 12 inches in height over me and the size of him could have been intimidating I believe if the situation was the other way around...but I wanted to let him know that I forgave him. In his surprise, he reluctantly took my hand and shook. THEN, now bear with me... my "Hug" instinct clicked in and I extended my arms to him for a hug...all this in the middle of traffic!  Did you know that I am the Hug Ambassador of the Northeastern region? LOL  Just kidding, but I do hug a lot, so watch out!
Don't ask me why I do the things I do...I just do it! All I can say is, the warmness of God's love came over me, and the gratitude that neither one of us had been injured nor damage to our cars and...I don't know, I just wanted to hug him!  Now I don't recommend this for everyone, but for me at the time, I knew I just had to do it. Oh! and this man who could have been a member of the World Wrestling League reached down and hugged me back, even though he did look a little embarrassed.

Then he dropped his head and said, "In my rush to get to the hospital ... I was speeding and did not look where I was going...I'm so sorry." I assumed he was on his way to see someone and God only knows what personal situation he was dealing with...and that's just it... GOD KNEW!

After settling that all was well and him probably summarizing that I was a crazy woman that loved to hug strangers...we got in our cars, much to the relief of the line of cars that had formed behind us, and went our own ways. But you know what? I prayed for that man all the way to my destination. I don't know why our paths were allowed to be connected, but I just knew that I must pray for him, that whatever he is going through, that he would allow God to take charge of his life.

The incident helped me to learn about how important our reactions are to situations.  We live in a world where we are constantly encouraged to react with anger and violence to what we feel is injustice.  Social media is loaded with posts, memes and videos of what we think are our right to use harsh and unkind words to "defend" ourselves.  Even people who claim to love Jesus, yet using social media to vilify what they feel is social injustice...that is wrong....wrong, wrong, wrong.

If my car was damaged would I have reacted a different way? I hope not.  What matters is that for that time and that situation, I pray that I reacted the way God would want me to react. I'm not perfect, I take this journey one day at a time, and I admit, sometimes I miss the mark, but I have learned to get myself back up, wipe off the dirt and pick up my cross daily...and that is all that He asks of us:

Our reaction...how important is it? To being mistreated, misunderstood, hurt, lied about, accused unjustly, cheated on, etc. How important is it to others and ourselves how we react? In the words of Corrie Ten Boom, a Dutch Christian, who suffered and lost her whole family in the concentration camps during the Holocaust for helping to save the lives of many Jews in their home, she said :

Friday, January 6, 2017

Thank You Lord for Another New Year!

Many are desperately looking forward to this year ending and a new one beginning, but actually in God's Eyes, a day is a day. The Creator of the universe... the One who always was, always is and always will be, created time only for us. He sees the whole "picture" from beginning to end and He tells us to rejoice...rejoice for THIS day! Why? Because He made it...for us! You may feel you have absolutely nothing to rejoice about today...but think about it, if you're able to realize that it is a new day, then that means that you are still here and the possibilities are enormously hopeful !

There are many that are having crisis in their lives and much prayer is needed. Praying for someone does not mean that you try to take on the burden of what they are going through at the time, but it means that as we pray we release them to God the Father to heal, help, provide and protect them. When we try to carry our and others burdens, are we really trusting God? God help us...help us to rejoice in You, the author and finisher of our faith.


"This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it." Psalms 118:24

Thursday, December 29, 2016