Sunday, December 14, 2014

White Elephants


I think I'll send this picture out as our Christmas photo card this year.  It's a white elephant I got at a white elephant gift exchange this last week.  I.love.it.  It was one of those gift exchanges where you can steal what someone else has (unless it's been stolen 2 times previously - in which case the gift is frozen and no longer available to steal. [Yes, sing "Let It Go" right now!]  NOTHING says Merry Christmas like a party where you get to steal a gift that you REALLY wanted that someone else has!)

In this case, my friend (Mark Swanburg) who opened this literal white elephant was more than glad to let me have it.  I loved that someone (Andy Frye) brought it in the first place - plus - I really like elephants so it was a win for me!  




Sometimes our anticipation of something being great turns out to be less than great.  I prayed four years for a live camel to be a part of our living nativity scene at the church.  When it finally happened, I found out it was more like a nightmare than a dream.  The cars driving by to look at the scene really stressed the camel out.  He would only calm down if Dennis stood there and let him put his face next to his.  Really?  He spit on me.  :-P  Mary and Joseph were not happy with his need to get rid of the water he had consumed that week.  It came out in a hose like fashion a couple of feet away from them.  They asked me to get him to stop.  Really?  He was a Seventh Day Adventist camel so he couldn't work on Fridays.  I was never so happy to see a donkey in my life.  (The donkey took the place of the camel.)

On the other hand, blessings surprise us sometimes!  Like getting a white elephant at the white elephant exchange and being truly thrilled to get it.

The church light display that included the above mentioned live nativity had many wonderful moments, but one that we get to live with for eternity.  Randy and Lia Crees came to know Jesus at that light display.  Amazing.

This year I will read many perfect-life Christmas letters, and look at many perfect family photo Christmas cards.  Our life doesn't look like those wonderful letters and photos.  It has change and sorrow in it - and an occasional flea - you don't want to read about it, I know that.  But I am looking for wonderful moments that bring joy, and even effect eternity.

Ephesians 3:20 -  Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, 21 to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.





Sunday, November 30, 2014

PUSH BACK

Is. 54:13 - All your children will be taught by the Lord, and great will be their peace.

I think that the picture of all the parents, grandparents and mentors standing in the front of the church today with kids of all ages to sing, "You Make Me Brave" and "Never Let Go", will stay in my heart for a very long time.  It opened up heaven over us in a way that will impact the eternity of someone.

To hear those who have already walked farther down the journey sing, "Great is Thy Faithfulness" - with such strength - over the generations shook something in the Kingdom of darkness today.

Of this I am sure.

The thing that the enemy wants to steal the very most is our faith.  Young - old - he wants to steal our faith - kill our faith - destroy our faith.  Our joy?  Yep.  Our body?  Sure.  Our marriage?  Yes.  But most of all OUR FAITH.

We must see his strategy and refuse to fall for it.  PUSH BACK.

The scripture at the top of this blog is one of three that I've prayed over our sons for almost their entire lives.  Having a scripture base for praying for our guys has been huge for me.  When I don't see what I so desire to see, I run back to scripture and pray His own words back to Him.  Yes, I'm so grateful to be able to pray in the Spirit - but man do I LOVE praying the WORD.


Ps. 33:11-
 But the plans of the Lord stand firm forever, 
the purposes of his heart 
through all generations.

Ps. 89:1 -
 I will sing of the Lord’s great love forever; 
with my mouth I will make your faithfulness known through all generations.

Ps. 100:5 -
For the Lord is good and his love endures forever; 
his faithfulness continues through all generations.

When what you see with your eyes captivates your attention,  run (don't walk) to Him - to His Word - and fix your heart on Him, lean into Him,  - the Author and the Finisher of our faith.   

Eph. 3:21 - 
...to Him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, 
for ever and ever! Amen.

Monday, November 17, 2014

The joy of losing teeth.....



Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.....



We've been losing teeth in the Webber family lately.  (We're talking about the little Webbers right now!)  There's such joy in the baby teeth coming out - and the new, bigger, permanent teeth moving into their spaces.

Change and loss doesn't always bring joy and excitement and tooth fairy feelings.

But we can KNOW that His plans for us are for good and not for evil - to give us a future and a hope.

Loss often makes way for what's new and more powerful. 

So....
Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding...

     We hand our baby teeth to the "tooth fairy" hoping to get SOMETHING tucked under our pillow in return.  The tooth fairy is a flea compared to the Magnificience of our God.  Hand God what's gripped in your hand.  There's something powerful coming.




Sunday, November 9, 2014

Anybody need a haircut?

Life is like railroad tracks - challenging things running right along side of beautiful things.  I've been asking God to help me hear and see - really hear and really see in my heart - the blessing...the beautiful....more than hearing and seeing the negative ... the heartbreak ... the pain.

Here's what came to mind -

The last time I gave one of our sons a hair cut... I was using these big household scissors, and really watching that I was cutting straight along the back hairline.  What I wasn't watching was the tip of the scissors.  I cut his hair straight but caught the back of his ear with the tip of the scissors.  I remember blood, and the "I can't believe you'd do that to me" look in my son's eyes.  Oops.

When Dennis started wearing his hair shorter I thought we could save some money if I learned to use the clippers and did it myself.  He is a very patient man - so encouraging.  He said it looked, "fine".  We tried this experience several times - but one day he came home having gone to a barber and it looked so even, so right.  I hadn't drawn (a lot of) blood with the clippers but I do remember having said, "oops" during the last hair clip session.

And then there was the time that I was getting the boys ready for school and it was super cold outside.  One day I decided I'd warm up Jeremy's jacket so it would be nice and toasty.   I popped it in the oven on what I thought was a nice low heat.  I took it out and found that "toasty" was a good word for it.  The oven rack had burned holes in it!  His face had a mix of "thanks, mom"  and "I can't believe you'd do that to me" going on.  It was his only coat and I'm sure he was trying figure out how he would explain that his mom had cooked his coat too long.  Oops.

I've had so many "What was I thinking?" or "WAS I thinking?" moments, and most of them are making me smile right now.

So.  Why would I share this with you?  I'm incredibly glad that we can laugh.  Right now I need to be reminded to laugh.  I think it's fun that these things - I haven't thought of in a very long time - would come to mind while I am asking the Holy Spirit to give me eyes to see and ears to hear the good, the blessing, the beautiful.

The same Bible that says that the rain falls on the just and the unjust - and - in this world you will have tribulation - also says...the joy of the Lord is our strength - and - 
Rom. 12:17 For the kingdom of God is not a matter of eating and drinking but of righteousness and peace and joy in the Holy Spirit.  

1 Thess. 1:6 You became imitators of us and of the Lord, for you welcomed the message in 
the midst of severe suffering with the joy given by the Holy Spirit.  

Ps. 126:2 Our mouths were filled with laughter,
    our tongues with songs of joy.
Then it was said among the nations,
    “The Lord has done great things for them.”


Today holds eternal treasure.  And joy.  And laughter...along with pain or disappointment or sorrow.

Rom 15:13 May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.  





Sunday, October 26, 2014

He won't let go...

What happens when you lose something that's important to you?

A person.

A dream.

A thing.

A relationship.

An ability.

A promise.

You grieve.  

Can I tell you something so great about God?  You will never lose Him.  He has a strong hold on you, so even if you are too weak to hold on to Him, He has a firm grip on you.  He won't let go.  

My Father, You see my friend who is reading this note right now.  You love my friend who is reading this note at this very moment.  Will You please speak deeply into their heart - comfort, encouragement, destiny, restoration, healing, love and HOPE.  Thank you.
                                                                           I love you a ton...
                                                                                   Jeanette
                                                                                                   










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Wednesday, October 1, 2014

YOU WILL NOT STEAL MY JOY

We sang Audrey Assad's "Good to Me" song again this morning during our study time.  Here are the words...

I put all my hope in the truth of Your promise
And I steady my heart on the ground of Your goodness
When I'm bowed down with sorrow I will lift up Your Name
And the foxes in the vineyard will not steal my joy

Because You are good to me, good to me
You are good to me, good to me, 
You are good to me

I lift up my eyes to the hills where my help is found
Your voice fills the night
Raise my head up to hear the sound
Though fires burn all around me I will praise You, my God
And the foxes in the vineyard will not steal my joy

(The Youtube of this song is on my last blog if you'd like to listen...)

I sang this song obnoxiously loud this morning.    Not ballad-y and gentle like Audrey does -  - LOUD - YOU WILL NOT STEAL MY JOY - LOUD - ENEMY, YOU WILL NOT WIN THIS ROUND - LOUD.  






Philippians 4 - "...I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances..."

That's my bottom line today.  


Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Powerful spoken word on doubt by Joseph Solomon

Thursday, September 4, 2014

STAND FIRM

"The Lord is my strength and my shield; My heart trusts in Him, and I am helped" (Psalm 28:7).

Your son needs healing.

"The Lord is my strength and my shield; My heart trusts in Him, and I am helped" (Psalm 28:7).

Your daughter in law needs healing.

"The Lord is my strength and my shield; My heart trusts in Him, and I am helped" (Psalm 28:7).

Your son's heart needs healing.

"The Lord is my strength and my shield; My heart trusts in Him, and I am helped" (Psalm 28:7).

Your friend's broken heart needs binding up in a huge way.

"The Lord is my strength and my shield; My heart trusts in Him, and I am helped" (Psalm 28:7).

Your sister needs healing.

"The Lord is my strength and my shield; My heart trusts in Him, and I am helped" (Psalm 28:7).

Your friend's one dog just died, and the other dog had a seizure yesterday.  (Only dog lovers will get this one, I know!)

"The Lord is my strength and my shield; My heart trusts in Him, and I am helped" (Psalm 28:7).

Your friend's marriage needs what only God can give.

"The Lord is my strength and my shield; My heart trusts in Him, and I am helped" (Psalm 28:7).

Your friend's son wants to run away, your other friend's son is arrested.

"The Lord is my strength and my shield; My heart trusts in Him, and I am helped" (Psalm 28:7).

Your husband's life is threatened at a public meeting.

"The Lord is my strength and my shield; My heart trusts in Him, and I am helped" (Psalm 28:7).

That just describes PART of my day yesterday.  Ugh.  

When you look back up this page, what do you see?  I hope you see...

"The Lord is my strength and my shield; My heart trusts in Him, and I am helped" (Psalm 28:7).

"Therefore, my brothers, stand firm.  Let nothing move you.  Always give yourselves fully to the work of the LORD, because you know that your labor in the LORD is not in vain."  I Cor. 15:58

"Be on your guard; stand firm in the faith; be courageous; be strong."  I Cor. 16:13

"Stand firm, and you will win life."  Luke 21:19

"The Lord is my strength and my shield; My heart trusts in Him, and I am helped" (Psalm 28:7).

That's all I have to say today.....






Saturday, August 23, 2014

No lawsuits, please...

Disclaimer:  This is not intended as a restaurant review.  (I reviewed a VRBO home experience - giving it a 3 star rating - and was threatened with a lawsuit by the owner.  This is not a review, it's an observation..)

DW and I went to Ashland for lunch yesterday.  Not a big deal to some, but a very big deal to me.  We don't get a lot of time alone together these days so a date day is crazy fun for me.

We chose to eat at a place that has unique, fresh menu items.  We were given a "creekside table" - yay!  (The hostess even said, "creekside table" with a "you're so lucky" attitude!)  Doesn't that sound great?
On the other side of my line of vision was quite a bit of activity.  Evidently, the storage/stock room was closer to me than the creek was!  Boy, was it busy.  There was a food delivery while we were there, and many items needed by the kitchen for preparation.
It was time for a choice.  (I am growing to hate extremely dislike having to be mature.)  "Jeanette, (I say to my mature self), "what will you choose to focus on - right now - choose.  How much it bugs you to watch people go in and out to get carrots and pasta?  The delivery guy who brought boxes up the cement stairs behind us on his wheeled delivery thingy - one clunk at a time?"  

OR

The chance to be with Dennis.  And the chance to hear & see water from the creek (which you COULD hear if you tuned out the other noise and busyness)."

This is the kind of choice we make every day.  Sometimes minute by minute.  "WHAT WILL I CHOOSE TO FOCUS ON?"

What you focus on will grow.  For me - during yesterday's lunch - it was the choice of peace on one side and frustration on the other.  I could choose to listen with intention to DW, or be distracted by disappointment.  

That pretty much sums up my every day choices right now.  Circumstances yell for my attention, my emotional involvement, fuels my need to want to fix,  but  - rubber meets the road - it's my decision what I will magnify with my attention.  Joy, peace, beauty, God's faithfulness, any ol' blessing that comes around.  Right now I focus on, "where sin abounds, grace does much MORE abound"  (Rom. 5:20)

Oh magnify the LORD with me and let us exalt His Name together.  I sought the LORD and He heard me, and delivered me from all my fears.  Psalm 34:3 - 4

Saturday, August 9, 2014

No duct tape in sight...


I love the Sundial Bridge in Redding, CA.  The design is unique and amazing - and it's useful!


 Jack and I on the Sundial Bridge


The deck of the bridge is glass.  The support cables have a beauty of their own.  It's stable.  It's beautiful...I would say it's magnificent.  (Yes, I really like this bridge.)  It's well thought out and purpose-filled.

Jeremiah 1:5 tells us - "Before I formed you in the womb I knew you.  And before you were born I consecrated you..."

The biggest achievement of this bridge is one that many people miss.  It's so easy to be entranced by the glass and the structure and the view that it's easy to miss it's bigger purpose.  One thing this bridge attracts is spiders.  It's even easy to be distracted by the shear volume of spiders that find housing on this bridge.  (Yuck.)

THE BIGGER PURPOSE - to tell time.  Yes, the bridge is beautiful, but I've watched people walk along side the time line where the shadow falls and not notice that it's TELLING US THE TIME OF DAY.  A-MAZING.

Psalm 139:14 - I will give thanks to You,  for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.  Wonderful are Your works, and my soul knows it very well.

Here's what comes to mind - - - 
The way God masterfully constructs our journey has incredible beauty, strength and purpose behind it.  We might not always see that.  

We can easily be distracted by what is easily seen with our eyes, and find it hard to remember that each piece, each day, each moment fits together to make something magnificent....purposeful.  We will not see the complete picture until heaven, but until that day we can walk with wonder.  A wonder that says....thank You.   Thank You for having perspective that I do not and cannot have.  Thank You for not being random, not duct taping my life (or the life of those I love) together.

And, thank You for the opportunity to be part of something huge.  When I am who You created me to be, Your light will shine and the shadow will point in a way that gives sacred direction.  

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

PUSH.THE.PEDALS!

I had a great moment this week.  Went to work out - the gym was packed - lots of sweat in the air.

The level of intimidation for me to go work out at a gym is pretty high.  The shaking that happens when I plank could start a small earthquake.  Trying to stretch - touch my fingers to my.....ankles - while someone is stretching next to me whilst doing the splits.  Ugh.  Reconfiguring weights from someone's 150 pounds to my 15 pounds.  INTIMIDATING.  But, dang it, I'm doing this.

First, evidently one starts with CARDIO.  This is athlete talk for making your heart beat harder, faster for an extended period of time.  Sounds easy enough.  I've been doing the treadmill for, oh, six weeks now so I've got this cardio thing down.  Speed - incline - the whole thing.

Time to add....the bike...

I used one of those bikes a couple of days ago (when there were 3 people in the gym) and was successful, so I thought, I've got this - I'll do this even with a packed house.

This time I sat, I adjusted, I put my earbuds in, drank some water, put the towel close by for the anticipated sweat.  Pushed buttons.  Nothing.  Nothing happened.  No blinking lights.  No request for "manual" or "plan".  Nothing.  I gathered up my stuff - pushed the button on the bike next door - nothing.  Really?

Headed to the "women only" area - which is evidently considered the wimp zone, but who cares.  I did some treadmill time and then, cautiously, I approached......the BIKE.  Sit down.  Adjust the seat.  Take a drink.  Earbuds in.  Push the button.  Nothing.   NOTHING?   NOTHING.....until I started pushing the PEDALS.  Evidently pushing the pedals wakes up the machine somehow and the magic happens.....after you PUSH THE PEDALS.  Made me laugh.  Made me smile for all the rest of my work out.  Sweat dripping into my eyes - smiling.  People smiled back.  They didn't know that I was smiling cuz I'm such a dork.  They didn't care - they just smiled back.

So MUCH of life is like this bike.  Nothing really happens until you start pedaling.  You want to be in complete control before beginning, but nothing happens until you actually START DOING SOMETHING.  Then things start coming your way - choices and victories and defeats (but good tries).

With my outside bike, I've learned that if I'm too cautious the bike falls over.  I need momentum to achieve balance, which is evidently important in bike riding 101.  The wind in your face, laugh out loud fun does not happen until some speed is built up and you've got that hummer GOING.

So my Motivating Moment is this - don't let fear keep you from trying,  from getting on that bike (whatever that bike represents) in the first place.  Just start pedaling.  See what happens.  Some things take time, but they are worth the investment.  Don't let people or the past intimidate you from trying, or trying again!

God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, love and sound mind.  2 Tim. 1:7


Monday, June 23, 2014

Black Buggers (Boogers)

Yes, today I am going to be talking about buggers.  Really - someone has to!  Ha!

Buggers began being a bigger part of my conversation after we started having children.  I'd look down and see a finger up a nose hole at very inconvenient times.  I'd have to answer, "what color is the stuff coming out of their nose" questions at the doctor's office.  Clear was good.  Yellow - not alarming.  Green - time to see a doc.  Red - something is lose that shouldn't be.  Brown - sign of lots of time outside…brown caused the most laughs around our house….yes, there was some comparing.  We have two sons!

Yesterday, my nose hairs were stiff and my buggers were black.  The answer…Serve Grants Pass.  Dennis and I ended up with black spray paint duty - for over 3 hours.  Yes, I wore a mask indoors - but then we moved outdoors because of the fumes.  Outdoors.  90 degrees - with an occasional breeze.  Eventually the mask came off.  Black face, black arms, black hands, black hair…black buggers.

(FYI -also not water soluble paint.  Ugh.)

You'll never believe where I'm going with this, but thanks for hanging with me here…

"Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks."  (Luke 6:45)

I'd say that attitudes and words are evidence of the condition of your heart.  "Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it".  (Proverbs 4:23 NIV)  "Keep your heart with all diligence,  for out of it spring the issues of life."  (Proverbs 4:23 NKJ)

I know the signs that show when I need the spring of my heart to be refreshed - the daily accumulation of crud washed out - the offenses and hurts (that tend to stick) need spiritual Orange Goop to scrub away all evidence and leave nothing  behind.

Last night we used baby oil (it's suppose to soften and release paint), paint thinner (to thin paint!), acetone (I soaked my hands and rubbed them with this stuff), and Orange Goop with pumice (to scrub off paint).  We used it all!  This morning I used Orange Goop with pumice and a tooth brush to try to reclaim my fingernails.

The most resistant paint was the paint left on for the longest time - in the heat.  That paint did not care that we were painting for a good cause.

I think - no, I know - that hurts and offenses allowed to stay attached to our hearts for the longest time become part of us, and are the most resistant to forgiveness.

Catch the paint of offense, hurt, sin, neglect early and that removal process - that forgiveness process - is much easier.

Open your heart to the oil of the Holy Spirit in the area of forgiveness.  Allow him to soak you, scrub you, wash you so clean that there's no sticky stuff left that even shows where that dark spot was.  Stay in His presence so the sticky stuff won't attract another offense easily.  You know what I mean…you took a price tag off of something, but the sticky stuff is still there and attracts dirt like crazy.  Allow the Holy Spirit the full and complete permission, time and process so that there is absolutely no sticky stuff left to make that place vulnerable.

Don't get frustrated with the process if it takes longer than you'd like it to take.  Keep spending time with the Holy Spirit so that He can do the deep cleaning work, that shines.  It shines for the glory of our God.

(No pictures will be included in the making of this blog…)  :-)

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

"Are you someone famous?"



This weekend the best church family in the world (Parkway) did something for our family (the Webbers) that we will never forget.

 They celebrated with us (our 20th anniversary of being lead pastors here at Parkway).  They enjoyed our family.  They enjoyed our friends that aren't usually in the building (either physically or by video) - people they didn't know but loved anyway because we love them.  Thank you for every thought, every prayer, every word, every well-kept secret plan and preparation.   Thank you for filling our adult sons with your love - and letting our little Webbers be little (they LOVED the streamers shot out of the cannon).  Thank you!

Monday, four generations of Webbers did the jet boat trip down the Rogue River - a first with little Webbers.  We did the shorter trip and had a blast (although I was counting on great-grandpa getting a little wetter than he did…)!

After the trip, there was a gentleman who seemed to always be where I was.  Finally, he asked our son if I was famous.  "Is she who I think she is?"  Andrew said, "Well, she's famous to us."   Very nice.  The man said again, "She's not who I think she is?"  We kept walking.  His next comment to me…"Well, you're much prettier than her anyway."!

Sometimes we are similar.  The picture (above) of an inner tube rider is not me - it's my friend Debbie.  I really wouldn't post a picture of me in a bikini (ok, she doesn't have a bikini on either.)  We must look somewhat similar because when we are out together people consistently ask if we are sisters.

The big similarity needs to be that we all look like…..Jesus.  It should not surprise people to find out that we are related to Him!   But, He made all of us kids to be so different - and He did that on purpose.  You are who you are with eternity reaching destiny in mind.  We need you to be  - - - you.  You hold in your hand the faith key that will unlock someone else's ability to experience FREEDOM.  Please don't discount who God made you to be.  We.need.you.

Father - thank you for letting us serve alongside so many heroes of the faith.  People who walk with You in such a way that brings courage and encouragement in moments they are never aware of.  Thank you that we do this journey with those who build up, who rejoice when a step is taken, and know victory when they see it.  Thank you for these precious ones who lay down their own desires for the sake of your Kingdom.  Thank you for those who contend (and praise You) while under pressure, sorrow, pain and disappointment - a harvest is coming because of their faithfulness.  

May You increase in us…...



Monday, May 5, 2014

A Piece of My Heart

There will be very few words in this blog….because I still have very few words….

Where language is a barrier, you need to find some other way to communicate…

….our mutual love of Ann and her family….


….enjoying someone's child….


…even having a mutual love of hats...


…all open doors in our hearts…

Where we spent most of our time, we heard VERY little english.  Ann translated when appropriate or needed.  It makes you pray that heaven shines out of your eyes, and Jesus smiles through your smile.

I don't want that deep desire to go away.   

       "Preach the Gospel at all times, and when necessary use words."
St. Francis of Assisi


Thursday, March 20, 2014

Embracing obedience….



First - time in DC with a group of crazy great students...



Then - on to Turkey to honor a deeply loved brother….
and love those that he deeply loved...




"I know who goes before me
I know who stands behind
The God of angel armies
is always by my side
The One who reigns forever
He is a friend of mine
The God of angel armies
is always by my side"


So grateful for all of you who are praying over this adventure that we are about to embrace.  I FEEL your prayers as we prepare.  We are grateful.  We cannot do this without your prayer - opening the heavens.

Thank you from the bottom of our hearts.




Friday, February 28, 2014

Just call me…..SHANIQUA!


I love this picture!

I tend to be like the girl in the front seat.   You can call me Shaniqua from now on.  Really, I'm laughing out loud right now because I soooooo get this girl.

Second row - that's kind of like Dennis.  Smiling - laughing - talking through the biggest dip on the ride - maybe even trying to decide where we'll eat lunch when the ride is over.

Back rows - "THIS IS THE BEST RIDE EVERRRRRRR!"  (That was Dennis in younger years.  His dream vacation for us was to hit the top 7 roller coaster rides in America.  Ya…..not happening!  Fortunately, sun and sand and scuba diving won over the dream roller coaster vacation!)

Evidently life is a roller coaster.  The ups and downs and corkscrews - hoping to shake loose anything that is loose - all a part of the ride.   

Today… and the last couple of days …. okay - the last couple of years ….. I have had a deep need and desire for peace.  I don't pray for the roller coaster to stop anymore.  I pray for peace on the roller coaster.  Not church-words peace - real passes any understanding, shouldn't have it, can't make this peace up, kind of peace.  Today (at the dentist) I was telling God, "You are my sole source for peace right now."  (Yep, I'm Shaniqua at the dentist as well as on the roller coaster ride.)

Peace because He stands in the past, the present and the future {all at the same time - so great} and holds on tight to me - and to you.  

And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, 
WILL GUARD your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. 
Phil. 4:7

I so love that!

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

I Shall Not Want - Audrey Assad


I Shall Not Want
Audrey Assad
From the love of my own comfort
From the fear of having nothing
From a life of worldly passions
Deliver me Oh God
From the need to be understood
From the need to be accepted
From the fear of being lonely
Deliver me Oh God
Deliver me Oh God
Chorus...
I shall not want, I shall not want
when I taste Your goodness I shall not want
when I taste Your goodness I shall not want
From the fear of serving others
From the fear of death or trial
From the fear of humility
Deliver me Oh God
Deliver me Oh God

I love when someone paints a word picture of the very thing your heart is longing for.  I want to be led by His love....not driven by fear or need.  The difference in being led and being driven is huge.
This is not a song I lead from the platform, it’s a song that sings over me as I lay - face down - in my living room.  
I remain confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.


Monday, January 6, 2014

White 57 year old Webber Woman really can't jump...

You have to laugh, cry or swear…might as well laugh

Cooking the ham in the plastic.  No, I haven't cooked ham very often - I'm a HoneyBaked Ham girl.  This was a Costco spiral cut - in foil - with no warming instructions.  I just put it in the oven and said, "that was easy".  Then came the unveiling moment….take the foil off….find that it's incased in plastic.  Kept the juices in - but……I didn't learn that on Iron Chef.

Stress pushing hair right out of my chin - 1/2 inch in one day.  I had a day of visual clarity.  I've figured out that God MEANT that we lose the ability to see up close for a reason when we get older.  It would scare us if we could see the details of our face clearly!  But, for one insane moment I could SEE.  And I saw a - - - - hair - - - sticking out of my chin.  I'm sure it wasn't there the week before Christmas, so it had to be stress that pushed that hummer right out into the open.  I'm lucky one of the grandkids didn't try to pull it out themselves.

Getting to see a calf being born.  We were driving on a large ranch in the area that Hearst Castle is located - - - in a well loved truck (our friend who was driving kept saying, "Don't worry.  I won't do anything that hurts my truck"),  when our friend casually said that the cow we were driving by (out in the boonies) was having a calf.  Right before our very eyes. Yes, I live in Oregon and am married to a hunter, but I was raised in CA and I feel more comfortable knowing that meat comes on a styrofoam plate, covered in plastic.   It was amazing and gross and crazy and fun at the same time.  After the calf was born, all the cow relatives came running over to see the new addition.

Pressing the eject instead of the play while running the cd for the Christmas kids musical, bringing the musical to a grinding halt until I could get it up to "30"-  one number at a time - the place on the cd that we needed to be.  (We have an old cd player in the sanctuary…)  Dennis was sitting in the balcony close by - I thought he was going to shoot something out of his nose, he was laughing so hard.

Seeing what I look like trying to do a Wii Dance thing with my grandson.  I won, but it wasn't pretty.  (Daughter in law sent a video.  So great to have smart phones to document our special family moments!   White 57 year old women really can't jump!)

Getting to actually touch something at the Hearst Castle Tour…


Nice pose!



The only person who got in trouble on our tour at Hearst Castle was great-grandpa.  He stepped off the tourist carpet with one foot.  Rebel.

We have a choice in what we meditate on.  I could have used this time to talk about missing my parents and sister, or being alone on Christmas (for the most part), or the narly stomach flu that hijacked our highly anticipated road trip/family time.  But I want, no, I need, actually, I CHOOSE to savor the fun moments, the treasure.  It is my choice to do so.

Every day we have that choice.  What will we magnify?  What are we grateful for?  What makes us smile - or better yet - laugh out loud.  God.is.good.

Psalm 50:23 (ESV)

23 The one who offers thanksgiving as his sacrifice glorifies me;
    to one who orders his way rightly
    I will show the salvation of God!”