Thanks!

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Sometimes, I just don’t have very much to say. Sometimes, I have too much to say. And sometimes…I get it just right.

Lately, I have been in a phase of self-reflection and introspection. I need these moments to search my soul and reflect upon what is most important to me.

In this busy world…I tend to forget the obvious and focus on the wrong things. I have to pull myself back and realize that I can’t solve all problems, I can’t be make everything right and I sure can’t play God. I like to try, but I fail. It is inevitable.

So lately, I have just been thought-filled yet unconcerned with prognosticating the future. Just one day at a time and one step after another.

I believe God understands. There are times when God and I walk closely and in sync and times when God knows I’m in a lost place needing His help. I believe God gives me the time to come back to Him without condemnation or rebuke. Like a lost sheep, He welcomes me back into the fold and carries me home. 

And for that…I say Thanks.

A place of peace…

 

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Years ago when I was expecting my first child, the lamaze instructor was adamant that I find a place in my memory that was peaceful. It was to be somewhere that my mind could wander and calm my soul. It took me about a minute to pinpoint my sweet spot of undiluted happiness.

I was lucky enough to grow up with amazing parents. Not perfect, but wonderfully made and so loving to me. 

Our Miami home was located on a beautiful spring-fed lake with gentle winds that cooled our home. The back yard was impressive with a seawall overlooking the lake and shaded by a huge oak tree which served as the host for a large wooden swing.

This swing was my place of peace. Hours and hours spent with my Dad talking about everything and nothing. Quiet and solitude. His dreams for my future and my Dad’s memories of his past. It was absolutely heavenly.

While in a long labor, I kept my mind mentally on that swing. I was in a labor and delivery room but I could hear a soothing voice and a soft breeze. It made a difficult time more bearable.

To this day, I go there. I go back to my swing and I talk to my Dad. He’s not with me anymore but I know he waits and I am comforted. 

I know he waits for me with Jesus. 

Peace fills my heart and I am calm.

Herding Black Sheep

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I think black sheep get a bad rap. Let’s be honest, we are all black sheep…there is not a spotless lamb among us. 

I become exasperated when I hear anyone say they don’t attend church because it is consumed by hypocrites, liars and thieves. That’s just an excuse. If anyone thinks the church is perfect and blameless then they are ignorant. Any church that claims to be so should be ashamed.

To be honest, the church isn’t the problem – I compare the modern church to a hospital for those who have the incurable illness we also call sin. This world won’t fix them – only God can do so. The church just puts a sturdy band-aid on the problem.

To dismiss organized religion under the excuse of avoiding sinners is the absolute height of hypocrisy. I don’t know about you…but the plank in my eye is so large and sin so great that I wouldn’t dare to condemn anyone else of wrong-doing. I’m working too hard on my own issues.

Church is exactly where sinners should be. A fellowship of believers who strive for “more” is a good thing. It’s where we belong. 

In this world, the church is a safe haven for sinners until we reach glory where we will be washed white as snow by the only One who remains blameless and free of sin.

The good Shepherd awaits.

We all, like sheep, have gone astray, each of us has turned to our own way; and the LORD has laid on him the iniquity of us all. Isaiah 53:6

Home is where the heart is…

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Home is not defined by four walls. I know – I sell them for a living.

I can go into any house and with a few subtle changes, make it more esthetically attractive and desirable. I am especially drawn to dilapidated homes that have been through years of neglect and disrepair. I see the potential to turn them into something beautiful. I want to watch them transform.

So it is with our hearts. Without God we will fall into hardness and brokenness. We need a fix that only comes through God to restore us to a more peace-filled life. To restore us to beauty. To bring us joy.

I plead with anyone who needs to be renewed to seek first the carpenter who will give you not just a home, but a mansion. He’s knocking at the door, please let Him in.

You just have to ask.

Go big or go home?

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I don’t know who came up with this quote but I don’t like it.

Firstly, it implies that going home is akin to losing. Nothing could be further from the truth. Home is the opposite of losing – home is sanctuary. Go big AND go home. That’s a win-win.

Secondly, who doesn’t want to go big? Let’s be real…I love going big, I’m a Christian…I serve a big and mighty God. The bigger the better!

Finally, I like to think in the positive. I wake up and hope for a big and wonderful day. Don’t you?

I prefer to say Go Big or Go Big! That sounds like the best concept to me.

Just go.

 

Ephesians 6:10

Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of his might.