It’s a God Thing!

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My workout sessions at the YMCA are a time for me to plug in the head phones and let the sweat flow. It may not sound  glamorous, but I love it.

Last night, a sweet older lady using a walker called out to me as I finished my workout. She wanted me to know how much she enjoyed watching me on the treadmill because I looked so happy and peaceful.

Her few kind words meant more to me than I can adequately describe.

For a moment, I would have sworn it was my Mother talking to me. It was just the kind of encouragement that my Mom would give to me when she was alive. I was honestly awestruck. It’s a God thing when these momentary gifts are given to us as a  remembrance of loved ones gone to glory.

It was an unusual thing to say to say to a complete stranger but I thanked her for her encouraging words and then I thanked Jesus for my precious Mom who I miss daily.

Falling Back…

home-top-photo-st-marg-church_22I love fall. Just as I watch the sky darken, the leaves change into a variety of majestic colors and the earth prepare for frost, fall signals a time of reflection for the past year and an awareness of the coming Advent season.

In short, fall is my favorite time of the year.

Each Fall I travel to the Blue Ridge and I return to the beautiful mountaintop church where my daughter was married. It was the last time my entire family was together before losing my Mom to cancer. I take a moment to go inside and sit on the very pew I shared with my parents and thank God for loving memories. My favorite is when Dad held my hand as my daughter walked down the aisle to meet her groom. Dad gave me a gentle squeeze as he asked me if I was OK. It was a loving gesture and so typical of my Father.

When I sit in that pew, I can still feel his presence although Dad has since joined Mom and gone home to glory. It’s a great memory of a happy time. If my earthly father was so amazing, how much more wonderful will it be to meet my heavenly Father?

As the air turns crisp and the leaves begin to glide down to the ground, I am reminded of my continual growth and change as I work toward a more mature faith. There is so much sin to release and so much good to reflect upon. God’s grace is sufficient and He guides me like a falling leaf and catches me safely in His arms.

For another season, I soar in His love and I look forward for what is yet to come.