Monday, December 16, 2013


Revelation 21-22

21 I looked again and could hardly believe my eyes. Everything above me was new. Everything below me was new. Everything around me was new because the heaven and earth that had been passed away, and the sea was gone, completely. And I saw the holy city, the new Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God, prepared like a bride on her wedding day, adorned for her husband and for His eyes only. And I heard a great voice, coming from the throne.
A Voice: See, the home of God is with His people.
He will live among them;
They will be His people,
And God Himself will be with them.
 The prophecies are fulfilled:
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes.
Death will be no more;
Mourning no more, crying no more, pain no more,
For the first things have gone away….

This is what I read this morning  -  
       I woke up
             I opened the Word to where I'm currently reading
                   And I got to read the end of the Book!
                          It filled me - the Victory filled me - the glimpse of His Return - - - filled me.

I'm so grateful He came the first time. (I am very challeged this year to not get distracted by the "wrapping paper" and miss the "gift" - as Dennis talked about yesterday in our time together.)
 I'm so grateful that He Is with us now - God With Us.

But I'm so very grateful that our journey here is just a breath compared to the rest of the story...

(22:17) The Spirit and the Bride:  Come.

And let everyone who hears these words say, “Come.”

And let those who thirst come.
All who desire to drink, let them take and drink freely from the water of life.

(:20) The Anointed One: Yes. I am coming soon.

To which we say, “Amen. Come, Lord Jesus.”

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Quiet but smiling...

(Sharing this pic because it shows some things that make me smile!)

Matthew 11:28-30 (The Message)
 ”Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.”

My heart is quiet these days.  
My Christmas decorations are subtle.
My creativity with words and gifts - limited.

{This from the person who at one time led the charge for a Christmas light display
that encompassed our whole church campus!}

I actually started crying in Staples this week because it reminded me that I wouldn't be doing a Christmas letter for my parents this year.  What's up with that?

But - quiet and limited and subtle aren't bad.  
It's a time to listen.

It's a chance to "learn the unforced rhythms of grace".
It's an opportunity to "learn to live freely and lightly."

 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”
Matthew 11:28-30 (NIV)

Yep, just sharing another smile…. my most favorite part of the light display still shines
every year because of the faithful labor of some very wonderful people!

Monday, November 18, 2013

My Cracks ...

I have a friend who described to us what she 'saw' during worship at the church a couple of weeks ago...

The picture was one of a cracked vase - and as she watched, the cracks were filled up with gold - making a breath-takingly beautiful pattern.

She was so humble, and so excited as she shared this picture.

In the past, I have been astounded at the fact that our Father would take broken pieces and heal them - making beauty, AND actually making the cracked places stronger (not more vulnerable) than the rest because of His touch.

Now I add this new element.  His Super Glue is like gold, and the pattern of our brokenness is a beautiful pattern.


2 Corinthians 12:9
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.

Monday, October 28, 2013

A beautiful, cracked container...

“But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.” 2 Corinthians 12:9, NIV

I LOVED being at our home church yesterday.  I had missed the Sunday before, so that leaves a hole in my heart for our church family.

The worship team helped me RUN into the embrace of Jesus.  The missionaries expanded my heart by their vision - helping the deaf and hard of hearing in China - water filters supplied in one country - a surgical suite installed in another - nurses going to volunteer to provide medical care for children in yet another - familiar faces from our church family getting ready to go back to Cambodia.  Expanding the tent stakes - expanding our hearts...

But, one thing still sounds loud in my heart.  Someone described a picture they were seeing during worship of all kinds of containers with cracks and holes in them.  Those containers were us.  Some people thought they couldn't be a 'usuable' container because of those cracks, but the word she was given was this - God can always fill us faster than the leaks in our container.  The only thing that can stop us is - - - - us.  WE can decide He can't use us like we are, and WE can say no.  But the strong word was - HE fills us and continues to fill us and fills us faster than our weakness leaks.

I love that.

Will He heal our wounds, our cracks and holes.  Yes.  But meanwhile HE SAYS that His power is made perfect in weakness.

Oh how I love that.   

Sunday, October 13, 2013


This weekend we celebrated Dennis' dad's 80th birthday. 
 He wanted a family party, so that's what he got!  

Four generations of fun.

Absolutely crazy-loud, crazy-messy, crazy-laughter, crazy-hugging with occasional outbursts from the  I-don't-want-to-share moments.  And that was just great-grandpa!  (Just kidding...)   Five kids -  6 years old and under will provide lots of opportunities to 'make good choices'!

Also, this weekend, I was a part of a worship leaders conference.  The first session centered around the unity theme.  Yesterday, my thoughts of the Kingdom - and our family - collided.  All different ages, all different levels of maturity and personality and style and income and places in the journey.  All being together on purpose.

If I LOVE the fact that our family makes sacrifices to be together - to honor - to respect - to love - to serve - to ENJOY each other,  how much more must God LOVE when His family chooses to do the same?


Monday, September 30, 2013

Singggging in the rain....

God has said, "Hold up your cup and I will fill it with My rain."

So simple.

So hard.

I want the cup to be filled up faster than rain - I want a hose.

Please, Father?

I've longed, for too long, to be 'right enough'...
 "Right" enough for my parents.
"Right" enough for my family."
"Right" enough for people.
"Right" enough for God.

I'm even trying really hard to be 'right' about where the rain is so I'm holding my cup up in the right place.  I am worshiping enough?  Praying enough?  Listening enough?  Longing enough?
Growing up I heard people say something like, "Stand under the spout where the Glory comes out!"
Where's the dang spout????
I'm doing 5 Bible studies (or classes) right now - surely the rain is in there somewhere?
I want to do things right.  I want to be right.

God doesn't seem impressed.

He says, "Let go.  You have never, are not - and never, ever will be right enough.
That's why I came.  That's why I died.  That's why I hold the keys to every thing that binds."
He says, "I AM the One who is Right.  I AM Enough.
You abide in Me - You rest in Me and My 'Enoughness',  My Sufficiency,
My Abundance is yours.  What's Mine is yours."

I have a new picture of holding up my cup in the rain!

Yay for His rain that fills and heals and cleans and refreshes!

I have that famous gospel song  :-)  going through my head,
"I'm singgggggging in the rain..."

Probably should switch it to,
"There shall be showers of blessing...."

Nope - pretty stuck on Singing in the Rain!  My new favorite worship song!

Friday, September 6, 2013


We went on a road trip....with a portion of the trip planned with reservations and everything...the rest - - - under the "let's just see what happens' category.  If you know Dennis at all, you know that he is a planner.  He likes order.  He REALLY likes order.  And, yes, there were a few messy moments.

I had plans.  I anticipated deep (physical, emotional, spiritual, mental) rest, and lots of fun, and incredible clarity from God, and a significant move forward in processing my own grief and the grief of other people that I carry.  That was my plan.  I wasn't asking for  much.  :-)  And, yes, I will not be giving up my day job to be a travel agent.

What we DID experience were giant moments of joy.  The kind of joy that makes your heart feel like it's swelling.

I wanted to show you a video of Dennis dancing with Tilly, but I couldn't make it work so you'll have to picture that in your mind's eye.  So fun.

Then there was the day in Glacier Bay.  Immense, unbelievable beauty.  Ok, so, we aren't cruise people - we discovered that on this trip.  But, seeing the hugeness of God-made beauty really helps put my "stuff' in perspective.

Such a wonderful moment!

After the cruise we spent a few days in Victoria B.C.  Lots of fun moments - but coming across an accordion parade was unexpected.  A big international competition was happening and those players, from all over the world were SO EXCITED!  An excited accordion player is really interesting to watch - but hundreds of excited accordion players is very hard to describe!  (I have a little video of this as well, but couldn't get it to load.  Oh well.)

We met so many genuinely nice people.  And, had many more unexpectedly good moments.

One moment happened as we drove into So. Oregon....

 Crazy, beautiful moment!
The sun shining through a layer of lingering smoke produces incredible colors.  Hmmmmm....

I was (strongly) reminded of the fact that God cares (very much) about how we do the journey - not just that we get to a destination.  We might think that some big event or experience is the answer to our prayers, when - in fact - He is giving us gift-moments EVERY DAY but we miss them, because we are so focused on the big event.  I think it saddens Him that we miss His gift-moments....that we dismiss His gift-moments as not enough...that we discount His gift-moments as too little.  

He knows that we need rest, and fun, and clarity, and progress in processing life issues.  He knows.  And I am very, very, very grateful for the vacation time with Dennis.  So grateful.

But there is now a more heightened value of the gift-moments in my every day.

Jude 1:2

 May mercy, peace, and love be multiplied to you.

Proverbs 16:9
 The heart of man plans his way,
    but the Lord establishes his steps

Deut. 31:8
The LORD himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged."

Thursday, August 1, 2013

When the smoke clears.....

We've had major forrest fires in So Oregon.  Most caused by lightning strikes.  The smoke is not expected to clear for weeks as it looks now. 
What WILL it look like - when the smoke clears?

Have you ever been in a season where you knew that God was working deep, and strong inside the core of who you are - but you can't really see what He's up to? 
 You just know that something is happening... 
 You are aware of the circumstances that are providing this opportunity of change...
You know that it's in His control, not yours...
In the past you've even prayed that He would clean away the stuff that keeps His image from being seen clearly in your life....
Holy fire...

The Native Americans used to set fires on purpose to burn away low growth and slash, that if allowed to stay in the forest would be fuel that would eventually cause extreme damage to the forrest.
That forrest management style meant that trees grew tall and strong with deep roots

We aren't of that opinion these days, so many of our forrest fires have devasting results.

I honestly believe that God knows how to 'manage' the forrest of my heart.  Sometimes that means that there's some stuff in there that needs to get burned out, removed.  It might not look that bad to me, but if God can see down the road - (and He can!) - and He sees the filler bush and slash (dead wood) from the past as being ultimately dangerous to my heart - 
Holy Fire come.  

I am in a Holy Fire season.  I am counting on seeing new growth, and the stability of stronger roots  - - - when the smoke clears. 

"They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. 
 It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. 
 It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to  bear fruit."  Jer. 17:8

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Yep, I smell.

I smell.

(Just using this picture because I like it and I think it would be a weird job to have!)

Today I smell like menthol.  Not the cigarette kind - the clear your sinuses kind.  The smell that reminds me of my grandpa - who died when I was in grade school - but had (I think they called it) rheumatism.  Not really sure what they'd call it now but evidently he found something that brought him pain relief....the smell of which has stayed firmly planted in my brain.  And today I smell like him.

It seems my body reacts to stress.  Things seem to blow up, shut down, flow too freely or freak out with pain at various times - in my body - in reaction to walking out this end-of-life-on-this-earth journey with my parents.

Today's goal was to be able to sit or lay down without pain. It's not hugely convenient to have to stand 24/7, and I've waited for the last 'blow-up' to calm itself down, but after 4 weeks it seems that I needed help.

After a session of acupuncture the practioner suggested a pain patch.  She said there would be a fragrance, but that if I could tolerate the smell it would help.  When she uses this patch she says the smell reminds her that things are healing.

I smelled like my grandpa everywhere I went today - and I had a lot to do.  I tried to walk fast so the smell couldn't congregate around me, but have to stand still - like at a check-out counter.  You look around and hope people can't figure out that you're the source of the odor - similar to when you pass gas.  (I know - Christians never pass gas.  Whatever.)

The warmth of sunshine seemed to really activate it.  Great.  It's SUCH a nice day out today.

If you've stuck with me this long let me thank you, and let me tell you what my heart is thinking.

When we do life together, and Jesus is doing a healing work, sometimes it might 'smell' odd to those around.  ("She's not acting/talking/singing/responding like she usually does.")  When we have given ourselves over to Him to heal, to bring freedom, to restore in any way He chooses - people around us might not understand what's going on.  We might always want to smell sweet, but sometimes the 'fragrance' of the healing process might be uncomfortable.

My family, my extended family, my church family has experienced significant loss and I feel like Jesus has applied a menthol pain patch on my heart.  Sometimes our hearts need to rest.  I've finally started to sleep at night again (after months and months of not sleeping) - my body needed rest.  But my heart needs rest as well.  HE says, "Be still..." - - - there's healing there.

"He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside still waters, He restores my soul..."

The Lord bless you and keep you
The Lord make His face shine on you
and be gracious to you
The Lord turn His face toward you 
and give you peace
Numbers 6:24-26

Friday, June 7, 2013



I think the fact the life changes all the time is just weird.

Tomorrow we are having a yard sale - an event that just doesn't happen very often with me - I'm not a good negotiator.   I want people to just see the worth and enjoy the bargain!   The uniqueness of tomorrow's sale is that we are selling things that my parents had in their home. - for a quarter, a dollar, five dollars, thirty five dollars, fifty dollars.  I've moved them 3 times - each time to a smaller location - so each time there was pondering and decisions about what to keep and what to give away...and this time we are doing an 'estate' sale - final sale.  How crazy that our 'things' can be reduced to a yard sale. Yes, we've kept things of sentimental value - but there just hasn't been a lot of financial wealth in our family.  How really lovely that they were rich in eternal stuff!

Today I said good-bye to my sister.  We have both always lived on the west coast but now she is heading into a great adventure.  She's moving to be with her son's family in Cincinnati - not on the west coast.  We've maneuvered the passing of our parents these months and now she's on her way to a new neighborhood and new divine appointments and new freedom.  How weird that it's so far away from me.  Yuck, but good.

How can "yay" and "yuck" exist in the same sentence?  I don't know, but it does.  So many days it does!!!!

The trick is to not deny the "yuck", and not miss the "yay" of each day - each change.  I want to lean into Jesus - the One who makes all the "yucks" and 'yays" into something so great - the One Who never changes....ever.   Jesus Christ the same, yesterday, today and forever.

Ok - I'll report in after the sale....after watching people seriously consider whether something is REALLY worth a quarter or not!  "Keep sweet - keep sweet - keep sweet..."   (...tomorrow's mantra!)

Friday, May 24, 2013

Ruth's Poem

We were in Colorado this week to be together with a group of friends that we have met with on a regular basis for the last 21 years.  Initially when we started this, it was for a couple of specific reasons. Accountability - we had seen too many ministers become casualties and didn't want to walk this journey alone.
Growth - we wanted to learn.  Dick and Ruth Foth agreed to meet with us once a year.  Our commitment was 5 years....which has continued for 21 years!

This year's time will be unforgetable.  Ruth is a quiet, strong, deep, Godly woman.  Dick is the teacher, the story teller,  the traveller.   

We spend this time together sharing, talking, praying - which we were doing on Tuesday morning.  Ruth "leaned in" to look me in the eye and share the following....

"Dear Child, God does not say today, 'Be strong.'

He knows your strength is spent; He knows how long 

The road has been, how weary you have grown.

For He who walked the earthly roads alone,

Each bogging lowland, and each rugged hill.

Can understand, and so He says, "Be still,

And know that I Am God. The hour is late

And you must rest awhile, and you must wait

Until life's empty reservoirs fill up

As slow rain fills an empty upturned cup.

Hold up your cup, dear child, for God to fill.

He only asks today that you be still."

~Grace Noll Crowell

She shared this poem with strong eye contact with me that reached into my heart.  Very clear.  Very from her heart.  Very much from heaven.  That fact that she rarely voluntarily shares out loud was unique in itself, but....the Presence of God was so incredibly strong.  Hard to adequately express this.  After she finished the last word, she leaned back and went into cardiac arrest.  


Amazingly fast response from the Estes Park emergency crew.  Amazing medical teams.  AMAZING GOD.  Today the question of brain damage from when she coded for a few moments is answered.  This morning she has woken up and is responding to complex commands.  She still has a road of recuping ahead of her.

For the last few days - during the waiting - "He only asks today that you be still" - has been repeated many times.  

And again today I will hear and respond to His desire for me/us to be still.....

Thursday, May 16, 2013


"Cast your cares on the LORD and He will sustain you;
He will never let the righteous fall."
Psalm 5:22

Here's an excerpt from C.H. Spurgeon's devotional book, "Morning and Evening:  Daily Readings" . . . 

Care, even though exercised upon legitimate objects, if carried to excess, has in it the nature of sin.  The precept to avoid anxious care is earnestly inculcated by our Saviour, again and again...the very essence of anxious care is the imagining that we are wiser than God, and the thrusting ourselves into His place to do for Him that which He has undertaken to for us.

We attempt to think of that which we fancy He will forget;
we labour to take upon ourselves our weary burden , as if He were unable or unwilling to take it for us.

...Anxious care often leads to acts of sin.  He who cannot calmly leave his affairs in God's hand, but will carry his own burden, is very likely to be tempted to use wrong means to help himself....

Anxiety makes us doubt God's lovingkindness, and thus our love to Him grows cold;
we feel mistrust, and thus grieve the Spirit of God,
so our prayers become hindered, our consistent example marred, and our life one of self-seeking.

Thus want of confidence in God leads us to wander far from Him;
but if through simple faith in His promise, we cast each burden as it comes upon Him...
it will keep us close to Him,
and strengthen us against much temptation.
"Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on Thee
because he trusteth in Thee"

Beth Moore recently shared this devotional thought in her blog, along with this addition....

Ps. 55:22 (NET translation)

A friend of mine sent me a copy of this blog entry and I have been carrying it with me for - let's see - over  10 weeks.  Now I'm sharing some of it with you - along with a prayer from my heart...

Oh Father - You see.  You know.  You get what we are walking through.  You long for us to have light burdens - not because we are in denial - but because we fully lean in to You - we fully throw our burdens to You to carry. You catch them and hold them and reveal Yourself in the middle of them.
My heart feels very heavy right now over someone that doesn't think You are moving fast enough on behalf of their situation.  Help them, Father, to KNOW that YOU KNOW and YOU ARE ACTIVE in that circumstance even when we can't see You.  
Thank You.  I pray because of Jesus -   Amen.  

Monday, April 29, 2013

Keep Calm and Eat Donuts...

What a weird, whacky season this has been.  
I'm sorry - it's just been a ... messy .... season.
Finding moments of joy in a season of sorrow.  
Wanting to GIVE joy and comfort when my storehouse of joy and comfort feels dry.
Loving the gentleness of Jesus at the same time as having (what feels like) an open wound on my heart.

When my dad died a few months ago, I gained 20 pounds.  They weren't fun moments of comfort food pounds.  They were middle-age, stress-reaction, not-really-eating,  bummed-from-watching-my dad in pain pounds.

I have evidently proudly embraced those pounds through the passing of my mom a couple of weeks ago.  This time I figured I'd add a few donuts to my moments so there would be a fun reason to look like I did when I was pregnant 30 years ago!

I think a donut is better to eat than a piece of cake - it has a big hole in the middle of it, for goodness sake.  It's almost a diet food.  Logically, eating donut holes are almost like eating - well - nothing.  Logically - not calorically.  

My friend Stan loves donuts.  My friend Stan loves Jesus.  My friend Stan is loving people in another country so that they will see the love of Jesus.  My friend Stan has cancer.  I am praying that the desire of Stan's heart will be answered in a strong and powerful way.  I will continue to pray for miracles in, through and around Stan's life.  I have not and will not eat a donut from Stan's favorite donut place in GP until the Lord chooses to call him Home.  I don't love donuts as much as Stan, but I love Stan (and Ann and Elle and Stanley) and somehow, our past laughter over donuts makes me smile.  

The time spent with our kids and grandkids pour comfort over my heart.  I went to Blue Star Donut (in Portland) with my fam and saw this on their wall.  Fun.  

I am aware that this blog entry is not exactly deep.  But honestly, I've never known anyone who had both parents die in the span of eight months.  The pain I have watched has done a number on my heart and I'm not sure how to navigate this season of grief.  I know better than to deny it.  I LOVE that my parents are with Jesus and each other and are happy and FREE.  But, I'm still here.  There's some grief work to do.  

I will worship.
I will lean on Jesus.
I will grieve with hope.
And, evidently, I will do that outloud.  
(Without donuts for awhile!)

Thank you to EVERY ONE of you who has loved me and walked with me through these difficult, exhausting, messy yet triumphant days.  Thank you for letting the pastor's wife be a regular woman, a daughter, a friend in your life and in your prayers.  Thank you.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Yes, I steam-cleaned my face...

Tonight seemed like a good night to check in - blogging style.  I'm in an interesting place in the journey.  I want to be encouraging and honoring and fun and a few other seems easier to express what I am not.

This week I am reminded that I am not a good cook.  Last night, Dennis asked me why my face was red and glowing.  The reason - I snuck a peek at some potatoes roasting in a 450* oven and evidently the steam from that hot of an oven can burn your face.  In my case, my nose proceeds my other facial features so much that it attracted most of the action.  I would not recommend steam-cleaning your face.

Tonight, all I have to say is...there is a big difference (evidently) between 3 tablespoons of flour, and 2 teaspoons of flour when you are making a sauce.  My eyes simply skipped a line on the recipe list of ingredients - I missed one stinkin' line - and magically I have now made some sort of instant paste instead of sauce.  Dennis, once again, was incredibly kind (and very hungry) - he said it was good.  Bless him.

The other thing that I'm not super great at is...waiting.  Every day.  Sitting in (what was) my dad's blue chair.  Listening to my mom breathe.  I haven't actually talked with my mom for, let's see, I think 6 days now.  So, her breath is what I listen to.  Sometimes it's hard to listen to it.  Sometimes it seems unlabored.  Waiting.  How weird that waiting can be exhausting.

Psalm 119:72 (The Message)

With Your very own hands You formed me; now breathe Your wisdom over me so I can understand You. When they see me waiting, expecting Your Word, those who fear You will take heart and be glad. I can see now, God, that Your decisions are right; Your testing has taught me what’s true and right. Oh, love me—and right now!—hold me tight! just the way You promised. Now comfort me so I can live, really live; Your revelation is the tune I dance to.

This is where my heart is during this waiting season.

Meanwhile - it's my turn to bring a snack for care group tomorrow night. Grown-up snacks, that (in our group) are homemade.  I'm sure I can whip something up......  :-}

Saturday, February 23, 2013

He will refresh and restore...

"Be on guard against the pit of self-pity.  When you are weary or unwell, this demonic trap is the greatest danger you face.  Don't even go near the edge of the pit.  Its edges crumble easily, and before you know it, you are on the way down.  It is ... harder to get out of the pit than to keep a safe distance from it..."  part of February 23 daily devotion from JESUS CALLING (by Sarah Young)

Do I dare confess to you my weariness?  Can I say out loud that watching my mom's misery every day is flat out kicking my....behind?  Does it REALLY encourage anyone to know that they are not alone in the decision to FIX their eyes on Jesus, the Author and the Finisher of our faith - no matter what they are walking through?  To be okay with praise and prayers that aren't perfect, but are the best we have to offer in the moment?  To be reminded that He hears our prayers and keeps our tears.  To want to hear His voice above every other voice.  His voice is what keeps me from the edge of the self-pity pit.  Really.

We are so hard on each other when we don't get things exactly right.  I'm grateful, grateful, grateful for the grace of God.  He takes me as I am.  He takes you as you are.  He holds you and I in the middle of our messiness.

Jeremiah 31:25

The Message (MSG)
25 I’ll refresh tired bodies;
I’ll restore tired souls.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

My name is Jeanette Webber, and I have been involved in an IPad accident...

Psalm 139:13-14 “For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well”
I happen to be one of those people who need to be reminded that I am made the way I am, on purpose - for a purpose.  
Last night I dropped my IPad on my foot - the corner of it shot like an arrow and hit like my foot had a target painted on it.  I had just taken a bath with nice, clear (not orange like the last 2 years) water from our new water heater.  I tried REALLY, REALLY hard to not drop my IPad in the water, cuz that would have been dorky.  Evidently I should have been REALLY, REALLY careful AFTER water was no longer involved.  It appears that an IPad can also be used as a weapon.  
"I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made..."
This last Sunday I forgot Moses' name.  Really?   In the middle of a time of moving mountains in praise, I can't remember MOSES?  What most people don't know is that before church I went and visited our new women's bathroom - there was available seating in there at that moment. ( I love that people can't talk to me through the crack in the stall door anymore!  Truly grateful.)  Walked from the bathroom to the front door of the church - and felt someone pull something.  I looked at my friend's face and heard her say, "Your skirt was tucked in your tights.  I thought I'd help you!"   Yes, that REALLY DOES happen to real life people.  At least it was taken care of before I went on the platform to lead worship.  Dork.  Dork.  Dork.
"...Your works are wonderful, I know that full well."  
Ok - it's true that my foot is too swollen to wear a shoe comfortably today - and I don't want to put my prayer request on the prayer chain because I don't know how to explain an IPad injury accurately. But guess what?   Right now, my heavenly Father is saying, "That's MY girl!  She loves me with her whole heart.  She listens for My Voice.  And she's unique - the only IPad accident I saw all day yesterday!  I love her, that's MY girl!"
"This is my Beloved Son (daughter), in whom I am well pleased."   Help our hearts hear Your heart, Your opinion, Your love, Your grace, Father.  Amen.  

Monday, January 7, 2013

Life is Not A Drive Through...

Sunday, as I was leading worship there was a definite time when I felt we were waiting for something.  What are we waiting for, Lord?  It's interesting to be the leader when your leading a time of....waiting.  Waiting is not a comfortable time for most people.  (I'm grateful for a church family that is willing to wait in the Presence of God.)  Most of us like quick service, done in a way that pleases us the most.

When I was pregnant with Andrew, I learned a huge lesson in waiting.   Andrew was "due" December 1st and was born December 27th.  Since Jeremy (our first born) was 2 day's early,  I thought I knew how to do the birth thing.  Sometimes your past experience does not determine your present experience!   It was such a long wait.

Now, I'm waiting on the Home-going of my mom.  A couple of years ago it seemed that the Lord reminded me of my birth coachng days.  It seemed that I was going to be a coach for my parents' birthing into heaven.  I know - sounds kind of weird - but, that's what I heard.

I'm trying to see that times of waiting are not as bad as sometimes they feel....that God does the incredible in our times of waiting and I can trust Him in the waiting - not just the arrival of what's anticipated!!!!

Galatians 6:9 
Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.

Psalms 62:5
For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my hope is from him.

Romans 8:24-25 For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.

Lord, I pray for us as we wait - that we will know Your strength, and Your joy, and Your presence, and.....You - in the waiting.  

With Love,