"Blessed is she who has believed that what the Lord has said to her will be accomplished." ~ Luke 1:45

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Less Is More

So here it is, the last day of 2011. It is Saturday morning, and I am sitting alone in the small travel trailer we have called home since our home burned on November 1. The past several weeks have carried with them a variety of experiences and emotions. Just after the fire, the company David works for changed their pay structure, eliminating commissions altogether and dropping everyone to a barely over minimum-wage hourly rate. Then they eliminated overtime.

As you can imagine, this made a significant impact on our plans to stay here a little while and save up to get back into a real house. During this time, I have been brought face-to-face with some things in my heart that, uncomfortable as it is, had to be dealt with.

For starters, I have obviously realized how little of the "stuff" we have that we actually need to survive. Living in a tiny space for an extended period of time forces one to make different choices when deciding what items to bring into the living space. "Less is more" takes on a whole new meaning. I have wanted for a long time to live a more simplified life, and this experience has made me move from thinking about it to actually doing it. We currently have "stuff" stored in several locations while we are still in this transitional phase, and the majority of it we obviously don't need, because quite frankly we are getting along okay with out it.

Second, Christmas was a different experience for us this year. With no (and I mean NO) available funds to purchase gifts for anyone and no space to decorate (other than stringing a few lights on the outside of the trailer), there was no running around trying to find the perfect gift for people who (like us), don't really need anything anyway. I did a little cooking for a family gathering, and I made a little fudge to give out to a few people as gifts. That was it. Frankly, I enjoyed it. As I listened to coworkers stressing about how they were going to pay for the expensive things their family members wanted and trying to shop smart so there would be a large number of presents under the tree, and how they could not wait until Christmas was over, I felt thankful that I was not wrapped up in that this year. Our time with both families was relaxed and comfortable and focused on each other. As it should be.

Third, we were given a couple of lottery tickets for Christmas. The jackpot was 8 million, with the cash payout estimated around 6 million. We didn't win, of course, but it was fun to dream and wonder how we would manage that kind of wealth. How would our lives change? Would we splurge and spend and squander it away like so many have done before? Would we live in a grand home and drive fancy cars and travel the world in luxury? Would we give the majority of it away, putting others in the same position to squander it away just as quickly? I would like to think that we would tithe, pay off what little existing debt we have, buy a comfortable home, drive reasonable vehicles, help family and friends who could use a little boost, and invest the majority of the rest in income-generating business ventures and in furthering the kingdom of God in changing the lives of others.

I know this current situation we are in will not last forever. Provision will come and this season will be behind us as we move into the next one. What I take with me into that new season is up to me and will determine whether or not this is a season that needs to be repeated.

As we enter into this new year, you may have parts of 2011 you would like to leave behind, never looking back. I would like to challenge you to spend a little time examining those things before moving forward. Look at where and who you were 12 months ago and where and who you are right now, in this moment. Take something of what the Lord has brought you through into 2012. What you have endured and survived has strengthened you and prepared you for what is to come. His goodness prevails.

Finally, last night, as I was leaving the grocery store, I encountered a group from Teen Challenge Texas (based in San Antonio). They were asking for donations and selling beautiful woodworking items. At first I started to walk by, knowing that I only had a few dollars left and still many days until the next pay day. But I didn't. I turned around and emptied my wallet into their bucket. Then I stood there visiting with three fresh-faced young women who shared how God was changing their lives and awesome that was. We encouraged one another, and I wished them a safe trip home. My wallet was empty, but my heart was full.

Walking back to my car, I asked the Lord to multiply my very small offering, and then to multiply it again.  As I put my key in the door, it occurred to me that I had no fear or hesitation in giving, and that I am confident that the Lord will continue to provide for our needs and beyond. That is what I am taking into 2012.


Filtering through the life-affecting moments of 2011, what are you taking with you into 2012?

"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you,” declares the LORD, “and will bring you back from captivity. I will gather you from all the nations and places where I have banished you,” declares the LORD, “and will bring you back to the place from which I carried you into exile.” 
Jeremiah 29:11-14

Friday, November 25, 2011

30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 25 - Unexpected Blessings

I love it when God grants His favor in unexpected ways, times and places. I am never sure why I am the recipient of it, but I am learning to stop questioning it and just bask in it. 
Last night, while leaving the home of my brother-in-law's fiance, I took a nasty little tumble in the driveway. It was dark, and I misread where the edge of the driveway was. My left foot landed solidly in an awkward position in the wrong place, and down I went.

Landing hard first on the front of my right leg, then with both hands hitting the concrete very hard, I knew that bruises and soreness would be inevitable by today. Within minutes of being in the car and on the way home, I was already feeling the effects of my graceful little maneuver. I went to bed sure that today would be a painful one.

Boy, was I wrong. Not only is there no bruising, I was so NOT sore that it was well after noon before I remembered that I had taken my little spill last night, and a quick awareness check revealed that I am not the least bit sore. Cool!

"Father, thank You for Your unexpected blessings. I don't know why we were spared from losing as much others did in the fire this month. I don't know why I am not pumping ibuprofen and soaking in a hot bath with Epsom salts tonight. I don't know why so many little things happen to, through and around me every day that are such beautiful evidences of Your presence in my life. But I am very thankful for all of it.  Help me to be ever-aware of You in every moment. Thank You for staying with me and in me, especially when I don't deserve it. I love You." 
Amen.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 24 - Quiet Moments

One of my most treasured things is quiet moments. Quiet moments can happen anytime, in unexpected places and can bring with them little revelations and reminders of who I am and why I am here.

Quiet moments sometimes happen on their own. Sometimes they need a little encouragement. Sometimes they require outright planning and protection. Each one is treasured and well worth the momentary sacrifice of whatever else I might be "missing" in order to indulge in them.

Even on a day like today, quiet moments are welcome. Now that I have one in progress, I am going to stop writing about it and go enjoy it.

Happy Thanksgiving, and if you have the opportunity (or have to create one), try to find your own quiet moment today to savor. Enjoy!

30 Days of Thankfulness: Days 23 - Traditions

Day 23: Traditions

Freedom from Want*
Holidays are steeped in tradition, perhaps more so than any other thing we share as a culture. We have national traditions, local traditions, family traditions and personal traditions.

When I was growing up, no matter where we lived, we always tried our best to make our way home to the Leander area to share a Thanksgiving meal with the extended family at my grandparents' home. The food was the same every year - the tastes that became a focal point of our family traditions. Two things that always took place were domino games and football (UT vs A&M, of course).

Over the years, as generations have passed and others are being raised up behind them, some of those traditions have changed. But no matter where I find myself, one of my personal traditions (stemming from my childhood), is watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade on tv while I prepare for whatever else the day holds. This year is no exception.

Today I am thankful that no matter where we are, and no matter what circumstances we find ourselves in, we can still carry on even the smallest of personal traditions - those things that connect us to each other and to generations past. They remind us that we are a part of a larger family, of something bigger than just what we see in front of us.

One of my favorite moments at our family gatherings when I was growing up (I still cherish it on the rare occasions we still get together), was the family prayer over the meal. Everyone would gather in the kitchen and dining room, the house would grow quiet, and one of our men would begin to pray. My dad or one of my uncles or cousins would offer thanks for all the many blessings we all enjoy, for our freedom and family, and then ask the Lord's blessing over our meal and our time together. This moment always reminded me that I have a rich heritage of godly men and women - of patriots - of good people with good hearts, solid work ethics, generosity and humility. For this I will always be most thankful.

* Image: Freedom from Want, from the Freedom Collection by Norman Rockwell

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

30 Days of Thanksgiving: Day 22 - Warmth

Today I am thank for the simple pleasure of warmth.

As we enter into the colder months, many of us are flipping on heaters, building fires in fireplaces and cuddling up under warm blankets in an effort to maintain a certain level of comfort. Warmth has a therapeutic and healing element to it, and it just makes us feel good.

Some of our fondest memories and most indulgent moments are connected to warmth. We share fellowship around campfires and snuggle up under warm blankets at football games. We share secrets and sorrows, hopes and dreams over hot chocolate and hot coffee. We kindle and rekindle romance over candlelight dinners. We sink into hot bubble baths, indulge in steamy hot showers and soak in soothing hot tubs.

When we lived in Fort Smith, our church, The River, collected blankets for all the residents of a low-income apartment complex. They were gift-wrapped and given as Christmas gifts to precious families and individuals, some of whom could not afford to heat their homes. Some were young mothers with small children, some elderly and some disabled. Some were men with pasts who were making their way back into society. All were thankful. Some blankets were received with huge smiles, some with tears of gratitude, some with eyes that found it difficult to connect with ours.

Of all the types of warmth I enjoy reveling in, my favorite is the warmth of the presence of family and friends. Relationships with those who love us in spite of ourselves invoke a warmth of heart and spirit that can get us through even the coldest and darkest of times. I am blessed with many of these relationships, and for this I am truly thankful.  

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 21 - The Patience of God

I have been doing a little soul-searching the last few days, and as I was pondering my current situation and how I am responding to it, the Lord flashed a picture in my mind today (Monday). It was an image of the children of Israel in the desert, moaning about their circumstances and looking to a man (Moses) for relief, rather to the God of their fathers Himself. It was a silent visual message that spoke loud and clear of where my heart has taken a momentary step back as of late.

Ouch.

As I repented and discussed this further with Him, I saw how the Israelites followed a man (God's man) into the wilderness for what was to be a short journey to their Promised Land, only to wander around in the desert for forty years as their inability and/or unwillingness to fully trust the Lord was exposed time and time again. They mumbled and complained, schemed and blamed when things did not go the way they thought they should.

Lord, cleanse my heart.

They relied on Moses to hear the voice of the Lord for them, when God Himself had summoned them to come up the mountain so He could reveal Himself to all of them; but their fear got in the way, and they sent Moses alone, settling for less than the intimacy the Lord had in His heart for them.

Lord, let Your perfect love remove all fear from every corner of my heart.

They doubted His ability to provide for their every need, then questioned the provision when it came in unusual ways from unexpected sources.

Lord, blast through my understanding and lead me by Your spirit.

Tonight I am thankful for the immense patience of my God, who repeatedly receives me as His child, working out His perfect plan within me. He walks with me, talks with me and continuously opens His arms to me every single time my heart falters. His love is unfathomable, and I am humbled to be the willing recipient thereof.

Love is patient ... 

Sunday, November 20, 2011

30 Days of Thankfulness: Days 19 & 20 - Lazy Days & Chocolate

Day 19: Lazy Days
Today (Saturday) was a lazy day for me. I did almost nothing and I'm not ashamed to admit, I loved it. Some days we just need to rest and recoup, recharging our batteries for the days and weeks ahead. Today was one of those days. Most of the day consisted of Hallmark holiday movies, napping, a little light shopping and getting a haircut. Yep. A little break now and then is a good thing!

Day 20: Chocolate
Chocolate is a wonderful little thing that can perk up almost any occasion. It is a part of some of our most memorable moments and celebrations.

Classic romance encourages the giving of chocolates to the one we love. Chocolate ice cream holds a strong second place as the most popular flavor (second only to vanilla). But even if we prefer vanilla ice cream, what do we put on top of it? Hot fudge or chocolate syrup, of course!

Dark, white or milk, bring it on! It is a serious mood enhancer, and as such, it is an effective stress management tool.

From Hershey's kisses to hot chocolate, S'mores to mocha coffee drinks, chocolate fountains to puddings, cakes and pies - chocolate is a welcome part of my little piece of the world. Pass the Oreos, please!

Saturday, November 19, 2011

30 days of Thanksgiving: Days 17 & 18 - Stretch Denim & Laughter

Day 17: Stretch Denim

'Nuff said.

Day 18: Laughter
At the risk of sounding a little self-focused, one of my favorite things about me is the fact that I am easily amused. I am somehow able to find the humor in most things (eventually), and a lot of things that slip right by others strike me as funny.For this I am thankful.

Laughter has a unique power that nothing can replicate. It is a healing balm that transcends realms to have a profound effect on physical, emotional, mental and spiritual boo-boo's. Aside from music, I'm not sure there is anything else I can say that about.

Throughout life's journey, my favorite movies, moments, memories and people are the ones that make me laugh. From a little snicker to an all-out gut-busting laugh-until-you-cry moment, laughter is one of our most precious gifts - and the ability to find things and people (and ourselves) funny is something for which we can be truly thankful.

"A cheerful heart is good medicine..."
Proverbs 17:22 
 

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

30 days of Thankfulness: Day 16 - Emergency Personnel

No matter where you live, you have likely heard the wail of a siren and seen the familiar flashing lights of an emergency vehicle on its way to someone in trouble. I have often prayed for the person(s) who were waiting for help to arrive. Now when I hear those sirens, there is a much deeper personal appreciation for the people who serve our communities night and day and are always ready to respond to someone who needs assistance - often placing their own lives in harm's way.

Yesterday it was two weeks since our home burned. It was my first personal encounter with local fire departments, and I cannot say enough about my deepened respect for these men who work with such precision and skill to preserve life and property.

Some of the fire trucks that responded.
Five different fire departments responded to our 9-1-1 call, and every member of every team moved in and tackled a different aspect of the emergency. We have them to thank for the preservation of our living and dining room furniture and other belongings that were in these rooms. While one group worked to put out the flames upstairs, another team laid down heavy salvage tarps over our living and dining rooms before the deluge of water flooded our apartment, and most of our things in those rooms were spared.

They entered the scene and immediately took control of the situation, while several wide-eyed residents ripped from their sleep and standing in the street barefoot and in our pajamas followed their instructions in moving to safety. The urgency in their voices was a clear indication of how serious the situation was as they tackled fire not only in the building itself but in the tops of some of the surrounding trees.

When the fire was extinguished, it was a group of about 15-20 firefighters who stood shoulder to shoulder guarding the property to make sure only the residents got through. It was they who went back into the burned and soaked building to retrieve whatever personal items we needed immediately (of what was still there) before they secured the premises.

I am thankful for the brave men and women of the Jonestown, Lago Vista, Cedar Park, Leander and Lake Travis fire departments for their responding so quickly and preventing this incident from becoming a much larger tragedy that could have spread to neighboring homes and businesses through the tinder box of trees that surrounded us.

I am thankful for the Travis County Fire Marshal who patiently talked with every one, getting all our statements and asking all the right questions to help him piece together what happened - and who continues to investigate to determine the cause of the fire.

I am thankful for the Lago Vista Police Department, in particular Officer Simons, who was so compassionate and helpful, keeping us fully informed on what was going on and what to expect and kept checking on us throughout the morning.

I am thankful to the EMS team that arrived so quickly (I'm still not even sure where they were from). They were among the first on the scene, checking on everyone and providing blankets to those who needed them.

Lord, I pray a special blessing on those men and women who serve our communities as emergency personnel, and on their families. Protect them, Father, as they give themselves to protect us. Let us never take for granted the great gift we have been given in these front line warriors who have chosen helping and serving others as their life's work. They are among our greatest everyday heroes, so we ask You to cover them and provide for their every need. Show Your grace in a special way to their loved ones, granting them all peace and showing them how much You love them. Amen.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

30 Days of Thankfulness: Days 14 & 15 - Hot Showers & Meatballs

Day 14: Hot Showers

This morning, Monday, as I stepped into the shower, it occurred to me that I was about to experience something to be thankful for, especially on cold autumn mornings. You turn a knob and clean water, heated to just the right temperature, comes pouring out of an overhead stream, soothing sore muscles, easing stress and washing away the grime of life. Steam fills the room, and ahhhhhh. Hot water and steam are therapeutic in almost any form, and hot showers are definitely one form I am quite thankful for.

Day 15: Meatballs
Tonight I made meatballs with brown gravy and rice for dinner, one of the dishes that falls into the category of "comfort food" for me. Mom used to make this when I was growing up, and while I have added my own personal touch (brown rice instead of white), it still reminds me of a time when life was simpler and my most pressing decision was what to wear to school.

I am thankful tonight for the simple things, and that something like a bowl of gravy-drenched meatballs and rice can help me return to some sense of "normal" in this crazy, post-fire adventure I have found myself on.

30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 13 - Clean Clothes


Okay, so clean clothes may not seem like a big deal, but when everything you own has been saturated by fire hoses and/or permeated by the smoke of a house fire, putting on a shirt the smell of which doesn’t transport you right back to “that day” is something you readily appreciate. 

In the first several hours that followed the fire that destroyed our home, the well-wishes and “let us know if you need anything” offers poured in. But one couple surprised me when they offered to do something specific. They offered to take our clothes and linens and wash the smoke smell out of them.

My first response was, “Thanks. I’ll keep it in mind,” while I inwardly thought, “That won’t be necessary. I’ve got this.”

A few days later, when I was facing the task of washing everything we own (and rewashing it), my pride was tucked cleanly away, and I made the phone call. “Does that offer still stand?”

Of course, it did, and I humbly dropped off everything that had been hanging in our closets, all the sheets and towels that were in the linen closets, and various other miscellaneous smelly items at the home of a couple of friends I had not seen in over fifteen years – someone I had attended church with many years earlier and had only recently reconnected with through The Town Messenger, a webzine I started publishing last year.

Today, Sunday, I picked up a few things I needed for work, and I was thrilled at how nice and clean and fresh everything smelled. I could swear that my clothes had never smelled so good.

This is what family is all about - the Body of Christ doing what we can for each other. Giving of ourselves does not have to be extravagant to be effective. For me, the time and energy someone took to wash my clothes was one of the sweetest gifts I have received in a long time.

And for what it’s worth, what made them think of this thoughtful offering was the fact that they had been through a tornado several years ago, so they understand first-hand what practical needs arise when a disaster destroys your home. Out of hard times comes the capacity to help someone else – but that’s a message for another time.  

Saturday, November 12, 2011

30 Days of Thankfulness: Days 11 & 12 - Veterans & Bagpipes

Day 11: Veterans
Yesterday was Veteran's Day. This is a national holiday that always stirs in me a deep gratitude for the freedoms I enjoy and the ones who have made it possible for me to enjoy them.

I come from a family that has at least one person who has served in every branch of the Armed Forces. I am proud of each and every one of them. Some served in wartime, others in times of peace. Each served for his own reasons, and each has his own stories to tell.

Last night, my Navy veteran husband, David, and I had dinner at an area restaurant that was serving a free meal to all veterans. We were greeted at the door by several members of a JROTC group from a local high school. They were young, fresh-faced and in full dress uniforms. Throughout the evening, they (and their commander) went from table to table, shaking hands with and thanking every veteran in the restaurant.

As I looked around, I saw men and women who have served our country in every generation that is still drawing breath. Behind me in line was a young woman who could not have been more than 25. In front of me were a grandfather who had lost his arm in wartime and a man who was sporting a Viet Nam POW/MIA emblem on his vest. At the table next to ours were two gentlemen who had to be staring ninety in the face. On our way, David made a point to stop by their table to shake their hands and thank them for their service. It was a simple gesture, but one which gave me a little glimpse into the heart of the man I married - a glimpse into a part of him that was his life years before I knew him. The tenderness and admiration in his voice toward these fellow comrades made me love and respect him all the more.

Being in that restaurant last night surrounded by veterans from every branch and several generations, I felt honored to be a part of their world for a little while. There is an unspoken connection between these men and women, and you could feel it in the air. To all our veterans and those currently serving, and their families, thank you. You are our heroes.

Day 12: Bagpipes
Just as we were finishing dessert last night, there was suddenly a sound in the restaurant - the unexpected and almost surreal sound of bagpipes, slowly overcoming the din of diners and television football games. I turned around to see a man, in full Scottish regalia, walking through the restaurant playing the familiar strains of a song I can not name. He slowly made his way to a center point near the bar and stood there as he finished his opening song.

There was a brief  pause, then the sweet strains of Amazing Grace began to fill the restaurant and bar. There was a noticeable decline in the noise level as many stopped their conversation to listen. I paused and simply took it in.

Being of Scotch/Irish descent, there is something inside me that has always been drawn to the unique and somewhat forlorn sound of bagpipes, and this was the first time I had seen them played in person. What an unexpected treat, and what a poignant reminder of the very freedoms we embrace - to have a song with such an unmistakable Christian message as Amazing Grace played in a restaurant filled with veterans and their families - that we could enjoy such a moment without fear of backlash or government intervention is the very reason our veterans have served and our current military now put themselves in harm's way.

God bless America. But even more so - America, bless God.

"If my people, who are called by my name, 
will humble themselves and pray and seek my face 
and turn from their wicked ways, 
then I will hear from heaven, 
and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land."
2 Chronicles 7:14

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Friday, November 11, 2011

30 Days of Thankfulness: Days 9 & 10 - Temporary Home & Vanilla Spice Candles

The last few days have been a new variety of crazy-busy as I am beginning to catch up on missed work while still determining which of our clothes and kitchen  and personal items will be able to comfortably fit in our new little temporary digs - without cluttering things up.

Physically, I am finally starting to rest a little better and while I do feel like I'm in a battle with a mild ear and/or sinus infection, I am determined to win this little skirmish with my health in tact.

Here is my catch up for days 9 and 10:

Day 9 -  Temporary Home 
I am thankful for this cozy little travel trailer we are now calling "home" during this transitional phase. I was talking to my dear friend, Wendy, yesterday about my new little casa, and she commented on how flexible she thinks I am for embracing this unexpected change rather than resenting it."What are you gonna do," I replied. I come from a long line of strong people who became very accomplished at making the best of whatever life handed them, learning to laugh about it, loving each other through it and thanking the good Lord for every bit of it. I am just carrying on a family tradition.

As I sit here at the little dining table that doubles as my work space, I look around at this miniature version of home, and I am reminded of Alan Jackson's song, "Little Bitty," especially the chorus:

"It's all right to be little bitty
Little hometown or a big old city
Might as well share, might as well smile
Life goes on for a little bitty while."

I may have no idea of what the Lord has in store for us next, but for now, we are together, happy and blessed. Our not-so-little-bitty 60-pound canine companion is enjoying her not-so-little-bitty cushy pillow - on which she is currently passed out and snoring. There is a lot to be said for simplified living. Life is good.


Day 10: Vanilla Spice Candles
I'm a sucker for holiday-scented candles, and this year I discovered a new-to-me fragrance that is helping to make our little home on wheels smell a little more warm and inviting. It's Vanilla Spice - a wonderful blend of the warmth of vanilla and the pick-me-up undertones of cinnamon and other spices. It really doesn't take much to make me happy, and this candle is doing a fine job of it. What's YOUR favorite holiday fragrance?
 

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 8 - Cool Autumn Breezes

Tonight I am thankful for cool autumn breezes that soothe and refresh body and soul. Little more needs to be said about that, except perhaps that our God has designed this planet with so many wonderfully amazing things for our enjoyment that time will never allow us to list them all.

In regards to these simple and complex wonders, ours is only to enjoy them and acknowledge from Whose hands they come to us.

How cool is that?

Monday, November 7, 2011

30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 7 - Modern Technology

Today I am thankful for modern technology and the flexibility it affords in making it possible for employees to work from home - even a temporary one. As of today, I have been set up by my employer to work remotely. I like this because I can continue to be productive while we look for a place to live - not to mention the opportunity to work odd hours if necessary, since our routine is definitely more than a little upside down right now.
 
Added bonus: a welcome return to some sense of normalcy as I re-engage in some familiar daily tasks and responsibilities.

And lest I forget - the undeniable connectivity that social media provides, allowing the rapid spread of emergency needs and prayer requests. Facebook prayers for and by friends in other parts of the world have blessed me on many occasions.

Despite the use of technology for less than desirable purposes, it has proven to be a powerful ministry tool as well.

I feel like I am starting to ramble, so I will turn in for the night.

Blessings on you and yours.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

30 Days of Thankfulness: Days 5 & 6 - The Practical Church & Miracles

Day 5: The Practical Church

Today (Saturday) was the day we pulled the rest of our belongings from our home. With the help of family, friends, and a ministry called Men with Trucks, everything was removed and placed into a donated storage unit within 2 hours. EVERYTHING. I could hardly believe how fast it went. These guys did not mess around.

Today I am thankful for people who put their hands & feet (and backs and arms and legs) behind their faith and meet practical needs. For those who gave of their time and energy to move us, and for those who offered to take our waterlogged and smoke-smelling laundry, linens and other items and wash them for us, for those who donated a storage space for our things, and for those who have opened their home to us while we are looking for a new home, we are thankful.

Day 6: Miracles
Yesterday after we got everything out, I finally took a little time to really look around at the property and fully take in what happened this past Tuesday. We lived in a heavily wooded area of Central Texas, and if you are even remotely familiar with the record drought and wildfires our area has suffered this year, you understand why there was an immediate and serious concern about the flames jumping from the building to nearby trees. Once everyone was safely out of the building, David had a cell phone in one hand calling 9-1-1 and a garden hose in the other trying to prevent that very thing from happening. By the time we were all outside, the flames had actually already reached the trees, but I started praying, and miraculously, the fire did not spread through the trees.

This photo (one of many) shows green branches actually touching the burned, charred remains of the apartment directly above ours. The wood is charred and black, and the leaves are green and untouched by the flames.

Yesterday as we walked around the building and really looked at the damage, someone asked me why I thought the trees were not burned that close to the burning building. I said simply, "God."

There is no other explanation.

"But let all who take refuge in you be glad; let them ever sing for joy. 
Spread your protection over them, that those who love your name may rejoice in you."
Psalm 5:11

Friday, November 4, 2011

30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 4

Today was the first day since the fire that I had a chance to sit down and catch up on emails and phone calls (some of them); the rest of my day was spent running errands and coordinating the final move out tomorrow. My heart is full as I see the blend of people God is bringing together because of this, and how help is coming from unexpected places.

I have not slept through the night since the fire, and I'm hoping that tonight will be the night that changes, perhaps from sheer exhaustion. Tomorrow begins early, so I will make an early night of it tonight and turn in as soon as I finish this post.

Tonight I am thankful for the peace that passes all understanding - that crazy peace I have written of so many times before - that now has flooded through my spirit in the last three days with a ferocity that says, "I am not merely passing through. I am here to stay."

This peace is so intense that it has already produced an eager expectation of what the Lord will reveal next as He repeatedly and continuously shows Himself very present, very real and very involved in every experience of our lives.

Tonight I will lay my head down for the first time on my brand new pillow with a brand new pillowcase, purchased with funds made available to us through the American Red Cross by someone somewhere who one day felt moved to donate money to this wonderful relief organization. I am thankful for my new pillow, and for all the individuals along the way who made it possible for me to have it.

As you lay your own head down tonight on your own pillow, may you also experience the peace that passes understanding - the peace that goes beyond logic and reason and provides rest and strength and hope. May you sense the presence of the One who promised to give us His peace, as He whispers softly, " I am here."

"Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. 
I do not give to you as the world gives. 
Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid."
John 14:27

30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 3

It has been quite a day, and I can already tell that narrowing down things I am thankful for to one per day is going to be quite a challenge - one which I think I will have to succumb to and not fight with great fervor. Today's blessings include:

My Favorite Linebacker
  • The donation of a large storage unit by the company I work for to store our things in as long as we need it.
  • My dad, who carted me all over the place running errands and packing up items to bring back to his house to clean and store. 
  • Precious friends (whom I have not seen in 12 years or more) who offered to take some of our clothes and linens to wash the smoke smell out of them. 
  • Spending the evening with my brother and his family watching my nephew play football. 
God is so good, and I am readily anticipating what tomorrow holds as He continues to show Himself faithful to His beloved.

"I have always been mindful of your unfailing love
   and have lived in reliance on your faithfulness."
Psalm 26:3


    Wednesday, November 2, 2011

    30 Days of Thanksgiving: Day 2

    Catching up on this new little endeavor - two posts today, then fully on track tomorrow with daily posts exploring the heart of thankfulness.

    Today we went back to "the scene." David met with the City Inspector, and all four units have been condemned; no surprise there. The really cool part is that ours is the only unit that was released for anyone to be able to return to try and salvage and retrieve personal belongings. Anyone caught trying to enter any of the other units can be arrested for criminal trespassing.


    Not so with our unit. We were cleared to go back in and see what can be salvaged. The real miracle is that very little will have to be replaced. While there is a lot of water and smoke damage, much of our living room furniture was protected by salvage tarps placed by the fire department prior to the deluge of water going in.

    In other rooms, it is a mystery where there was water damage and where things were untouched by smoke or water.

    The bottom line is this - while some things will need to be replaced, most of our belongings can be salvaged. Hallelujah!

    What I am thankful for today - our home was spared the fully devastating blaze and water damage that completely destroyed all the other units.

    “Because he loves Me,” says the LORD, “I will rescue him; 
    I will protect him, for he acknowledges My name."
    Psalm 91:14

    30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 1

    As Thanksgiving approaches at breakneck speed, I am emerging from my writer's hibernation to launch a 30-day feature on being thankful. For the month of November, the matter at hand (and at heart) is thankfulness.

    I am starting a day late, but the reason involves the very reason for my thankfulness as this month kicks off.

    I was awakened about 5:30 yesterday morning by the voice of my husband (my hero), yelling, "Rachael! Fire!"

    What followed in the next 90 seconds was a mad scramble out the front door to see the upper left unit of our fourplex completely engulfed in flames that were pouring out from the front porch, then an even madder scramble to gather a single armload of items as smoke rapidly filled our apartment. Coughing and with eyes and throat burning, I followed the bare minimum of our emergency plan, scooping up certain items and running out the door as David called 9-1-1 and grabbed the garden hose to try to prevent the flames from jumping to nearby trees. When I ran out of our apartment for the last time as its resident, I was carrying my purse, David's wallet, my laptop, David's keys, a pre-packed emergency bag containing a change of clothes, and a recyclable Wal-mart bag filled with the contents of our safe.

    As David ran back inside to get the dog and a couple of other items, I dumped everything into the trunk of the car and moved the car to the street. All the residents were now outside, some yelling instructions to each other, others walking around in the horrific fog that results from being ripped from your sleep to find your home burning and that it's too late to do anything about it.

    We wrapped the neighbor's two-year-old son in a sweater from the trunk of my car and put him in the front seat of David's truck, where he promptly fell back asleep. David moved his truck to the street as I loaded our dog and the neighbor's dog into my car to keep them out of harm's way.

    By now EMS, a few police cars and the first firefighters were on the scene, and we were being instructed to move the cars (and ourselves) further down the street while they attacked the flames in the trees and then started on the dwelling.






    I will post more details on this event in the coming days. Click  here to view the link to the brief article in the Austin American Statesman.


    For now, here is what I am thankful for on Day 1:


    I am thankful that every resident got out alive, with only one person having minor injuries.

    "When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze."
    Isaiah 43:2

    Saturday, September 3, 2011

    It's All Coming Back To Me Now

    God is restoring what the enemy has stolen. Many years ago, a piece of recording equipment I had was stolen and pawned for drug money. By the time I tracked it down, it had already been sold by the pawn shop. The man on the phone said there was nothing he could do.

    Inside the sequencer was a disk with over seventy songs and soundtracks I had recorded. Many of them were original, among them the first fully instrumental piece I had ever composed.Since I play by ear, there was no written music. The recording was the only record of the song.

    In the months that followed, as I was going through my divorce, the melodies of this instrumental piece and other things that had been developing were lost deep inside me. Some of them have never been recovered.

    For years I have asked the Lord to bring that particular song back to me. I made several futile attempts to remember the melody, sitting with my hands poised over silent keys, just waiting for something to happen. Nothing did. Until this week.

    Tuesday evening, as I was shutting things down and getting ready to go to bed, I closed my computer, and suddenly the melody erupted in my spirit as though it had been there all along. Actually, it was there all along - it was simply hidden deep inside me. Now, after fourteen years, it was suddenly returned to me unexpectedly.

    I went immediately to the keyboard and began to play, and the entire thing came back right away. Now I am working on a new arrangement, and I believe something powerful has been released in the spirit.

    This was Tuesday night, August 30, 2011. The next morning, a message was posted on Facebook regarding the month of September, 2011 ushering in a season of "suddenly" - including sudden breakthroughs and restoration.

    Psalm 30:5 tells us that weeping may endure for the night, but joy comes in the morning. This verse has been rumbling around in my spirit all week. I have continuously heard, "Joy comes in the morning," and "The night is over."

    One of the first statements made in this posting about September is that September is a new morning. This evening this very verse was posted by another friend on Facebook.

    The Lord is speaking to His people, sometimes in very subtle ways. We must remain steadfast in listening to His voice and sensitive to the leading of His Spirit. The time is now. Restoration is in the air.

    Suddenly September Part 1
    Suddenly September Part 2



    “This is what the LORD says: ‘You say about this place, 
    “It is a desolate waste, without people or animals.” 
    Yet in the towns of Judah and the streets of Jerusalem that are deserted, 
    inhabited by neither people nor animals, 
    there will be heard once more the sounds of joy and gladness, 
    the voices of bride and bridegroom, 
    and the voices of those who bring thank offerings to the house of the LORD, saying,
       “Give thanks to the LORD Almighty,
       for the LORD is good;
       his love endures forever.”
       For I will restore the fortunes of the land as they were before,’ 
    says the LORD. 
     Jeremiah 33:10-11





    Thursday, September 1, 2011

    Breaking the Cycle of Pain

    I have a Joyce Meyer perpetual calendar on my desk in my home office. As I glanced over to see what today's little mini-devotional was about, I read the following words: Hurting people hurt people.

    This is a true statement. When we are hurting, it is much easier for us to ignore the basic needs of others (even those we claim to love), and spew our hurt out onto everything and everyone within shouting distance.

    When I hear these words, I am reminded of a time several years ago when a young woman said them to me. She was someone I was very close to. She was like a sister to me. I had poured into her life, and we had shared some wonderful times together in ministry.

    But she had entered into a season of rebellion and seemed hell-bent on self-destruction, breaking the hearts of her family and all who knew her. I was at a birthday party one evening, sitting alone on the hearth of the fireplace, not really in much of a party mood. My world was being turned upside down by a husband who had been repeatedly unfaithful and was at that time completely unrepentant.

    This young woman I described came and sat down beside me and informed me she was pregnant - the inevitable consequence of her reckless behavior. She went on to describe how she had recently introduced my husband to a young woman at a party for the express purpose of the latter two slipping off into the next room to have sex. My "friend" had actively participated in the assault on my marriage. I was devastated.

    When I asked her how she could do that to me, she casually remarked, "Oh well, you know what they say. Hurting people hurt people." Without even an ounce of remorse or regret in her voice, and not even an attempt at an apology, she dropped that little bombshell as an excuse for her behavior and walked off to rejoin the party. She seemed to genuinely believe that her own pain (the ultimate source of which was her own hardened heart) was a legitimate excuse for doing what she did; and furthermore, she seemed to imply that the fact that she, too, was "hurting" should somehow lessen my own pain.

    Are you kidding me?

    The following year was an emotional roller coaster ride that ultimately crashed head-on into the end of my marriage. Her words and the spirit in which they were offered lingered with me for a long time and became part of what I had to let go of and get healed from. That friendship has never been restored. Sometimes we must let go and leave behind the things that are toxic to our emotional health. It isn't easy, but the resulting peace is worth it.

    A Word to the Wise
    If you have hurt someone, especially someone you love and/or who loves you, do not offer lame excuses for your behavior. Own it. Confess it. Get it right with God first. Then you will be in a more legitimate place to make it right with the one you have wounded.

    If you have been hurt by someone, forgive as quickly as possible, whether or not the offending party has any clue to the damage they have caused. Don't confuse forgiveness with being a doormat for someone who is unrepentant or who obviously has their own issues to work through before they can be a part of a healthy relationship. Establishing healthy boundaries and learning how to gently and lovingly enforce them is one of the most liberating things we can do when we have been hurt.

    Don't let your own pain give way to you hurting someone else. When I was going through the unbelievable heartbreak of the last several months of my first marriage, there were times when I wanted to hurt someone - anyone. But the Holy Spirit kept a close rein on me, and I could not lash out. Instead, I experienced some of the most precious times alone with Him as He held me and healed me. The lie is that if you hurt someone else, you will feel better. Don't fall for it. It is a trap. It is what keeps the "hurting people hurt people" cycle moving forward. Stop it.

    Happy Endings
    God is faithful. After my divorce, I spent a few years getting healed and rediscovering who I was before He brought a wonderful man into my life. My husband, David, and I have been married for over nine years now, and he is the love of my life and has taught me more about unconditional love than I ever imagined possible.

    I have also been blessed with a whole circle of girlfriends, some near and some far, who have become to me a sisterhood I treasure and trust. These are women who have seen the good, the bad and the ugly and they love me anyway, and I, them. These are the women I will live next door to in eternity, as we laugh and love and live forever.

    As for the young woman, I have not kept up with her personally. What others have shared with me over the years would indicate that she struggled for a long time, well into her own marriage, with conquering the selfish outlook on life that was so destructive when I knew her. My prayer is that she will one day, if she has not already, truly experience the freedom that comes from genuine repentance and true inner healing - the kind that digs deep and draws out the source of the pain and disposes of it. For good.

    My first husband has recently taken another bride (his fourth). My sincere prayer is that this marriage will last - that after all these years, perhaps he has finally learned what it means to genuinely love his bride the way Christ loves the church - unselfishly and unconditionally. I pray that his past will not haunt him, and that the peace that passes all understanding will reign in his heart and in their home.

    Do hurting people hurt people? Absolutely. But they don't have to. Choose repentance. Choose forgiveness. Choose the hope of a different tomorrow. Cling to Jesus, and He will lead you there.

    Monday, June 13, 2011

    The Realm of the Unexpected

    As I realize how much time has passed since I last posted, I am reminded of just how quickly life happens when we are looking the other way.

    The past few months have seen many changes, not the least of which is David and I being reunited in the same house for the first time since January of last year. The move from Arkansas to Texas was a transition that took longer than either of us had anticipated in terms of our living in separate areas of town while job issues were resolved.

    Well, resolution is not fully complete, but thankfully we are back under the same roof. We spent several grueling months trying to purchase a home only to have the financing fall through at the last minute, the result of mishandling by our broker. We decided to find a small and cheap rental to give us some time to regroup, and on April 1, we moved into a small, modest four-plex in an area near one of central Texas' greatest treasures, Lake Travis.

    I mentioned "many changes," and while time does not allow me to elaborate on that at the moment, I can say that where I find myself today is working to build a home-based business while also looking for a "real" job to help sustain us financially until the aforementioned business takes off, which I am confident that it eventually will. This process has proven to be a real test of my faith, as we have really had to trust the Lord for His provision during this season of continued transition.

    The past couple of weeks have brought me into a realm of renewed closeness with Him as He has once again drawn me into His presence at unexpected times, in unexpected ways and in unexpected places. As I have begun to release my grasp on the circumstances around me and my incessant drive to control them, I have watched His provision come forth in short bursts when I'm least expecting it. My sensitivity to His gentle nudgings is being heightened, as is my awareness of Him throughout the day.

    During a recent encounter I had with Him, I tearfully asked Him why He had been so silent lately. He replied that He had been bringing me to a place of total dependence on Him because of what He is about to release me into. The details of this are currently between me and Him, but let me encourage you with this:

    If you are feeling isolated and alone in your relationship with Him, and His voice seems distant at best, do not give up. Stay close to Him. Keep pressing your head into His chest. Let go of whatever it is you need to let go of. If you genuinely ask, He will show you - in fact, you probably already know what it is.

    Don't be afraid to ask the hard questions. He is not afraid of them, and He will answer them. Most of all, seek wisdom. When you aren't hearing anything regarding where to turn next, His wisdom will guide you, and He promises to give it freely.

    Blessings on you and yours. May hope reign in your heart and peace reside in your spirit.


    "If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, 
    who gives generously to all without finding fault, 
    and it will be given to you."
    James 1:5

    Saturday, March 12, 2011

    Planning vs. Doing

    True confession: I am a planner. To a fault. I plan for all kinds of scenarios. When faced with almost any situation, I picture in my head how it might play out and I plan for how I will respond/react to that outcome. Then I pick another potential outcome and do it all over again.

    I plan how certian conversations will go, especially if there is the potential for conflict, and I plan what I will say and how I will say it.

    I plan my days, my weeks and my months, knowing full well that life almost always intervenes and throws my planning out the window, but I am compelled to do it again and again.

    If anyone ever saw the crazy tangled mess of planning and re-planning and trying to anticipate life and how I will react to it that goes on inside my head on an almost constant basis, I would undoubtedly be quickly committed to the nearest psych ward for evaluation - probably donned in a white "hug-me" jacket that ties in the back just for good measure. I'm not a danger to others,  but to myself - now that's open for debate.

    I spend so much time planning and trying to control my little corner of the world that I sometimes neglect to do the doing.

    I stumbled across a verse in Psalms this evening, quite the way one stumbles across a boulder in the middle of the sidewalk. Right there, nice and unobtrusively obvious in its placement on the page where my fingers turned and my eyes fell was this little gem:

    "Do not put your trust in princes, in mortal men, who cannot save. When their spirit departs, they return to the ground;"

    Wait for it ... wait for it ...

    "On that very day their plans come to nothing."   ~ Psalm 146:3-4

    Ouch. That hurt. I don't want my plans to come to nothing. If I spend my life planning and not doing, then my life will also come to nothing. Not that planning in itself is a bad thing. It is a necessary part of life. But like anything else, it must be kept in balance and in proper perspective. It is in the doing that we live out what we are designed to do. It is in the being that we discover who we are destined to be.

    I want to be close to Him; found faithful; called a friend of God; known by Him; sheltered under the shadow of His wing; someone in whom the love of Jesus is seen and the heartbeat of God is heard.

    I want to do the will of my Father who sent me; the work of His hands; that which pleases Him and brings a smile to His face; that which honors His name and causes others to look to Him.

    I want to plan my days, my weeks and my months, knowing full well that life almost always intervenes and throws my planning out the window; and that when it does, it is not because I have planned poorly, but rather because I have learned well to listen to the voice of the One who loves me most and am willing to let my plans go as I embrace His.

    As I trust in Him with all my heart, leaning not on my own understanding, He will make my paths straight.

    Now that's something I can plan on.

    Sunday, February 13, 2011

    To Mend A Broken Heart

    Over the course of the last few weeks, I've started noticing a certain theme in some facebook postings, especially among my younger friends. I've been seeing a lot of reference to Valentine's Day, or more specifically, being alone on Valentine's Day.

    Now I'm all for couples taking whatever opportunity they can find to display their love for one another, but I'm just not sold on the idea that purchasing flowers, candy, gifts and cards is the most effective way to do it - unless of course, your significant other's love language is gifts. But for the one whose native tongue is words of affirmation, quality time, physical touch or acts of service, candy and flowers just don't get it done. Especially when the underlying reason is basically because everyone else is doing it. What did we teach our kids about that being the reason for doing anything? But that's a conversation for another time.

    The thing that disturbs me about Valentine's Day is that somewhere along the way, it has helped to promote the idea in young people (and some not so young) that if they don't have a "Valentine", something is wrong with them and they don't fit in. They have gotten the idea that their value as a person is somehow connected to whether or not they are involved in a "romantic" relationship. During my years in youth ministry, I can't tell you how many times I heard from young girls how much they wanted a boyfriend. They were so desperate for a guy (any guy) that their judgement would be clouded by the first charmer who looked their direction.

    This desperation for "love" (and I use the term very loosely) is why so many young women find themselves in one bad relationship after another. And it is an underlying cause why so many of them end up victims of abuse - and worse.

    February is National Mend A Broken Heart Month. This, partnered with my own experience in a bad relationship, inpsired me to, for the first time in a long time, tap my creative side to design something that will hopefully remind others of the importance of being aware of the hurting ones around us and what they need to enable the healing process. The verse is original, and the graphic is of several hands forming a heart, surrounding it.

    The design is printed on ivory parchment paper, is suitable for framing, and is available for purchase on my business website, FreestyleBizSolutions.com. It is also available by contacting me directly.

    During the month of February, for every print sold, I will donate $2 to Hope Alliance, Williamson County's only emergency shelter for victims of domestic violence and sexual assualt. I have visited the Hope Alliance office and met their staff, and I wholeheartedly support the work they do in providing safety and hope to the women and children who seek their help.

    The original verse included on this print is shown below.

    In the meantime, let me encourage you to hug a young person and let them know that they are valuable and precious. Not because of their accomplishments or talents or whether or not they have a boyfriend or girlfriend. Just because they are who they are. Maybe if we give enough hugs and words of encouragement, we can prevent at least one heart from needing mending.

    To Mend A Broken Heart

    A broken heart needs healing
    A broken heart needs hope
    A broken heart needs comfort
    While it's learning how to cope.

    A broken heart needs safety
    A shelter filled with peace
    A place where it's okay to cry
    And find a sweet release.

    Where loving arms are open
    Where one can find a friend
    Here in the warmth of unconditional love
    The broken heart will mend.