Allowing God to Lead

A few years ago, my husband and I were on our way home from the mountains when we decided to do a little hiking. This was before we had a GPS or a smartphone, so my husband handed me the map and asked me to direct him toward a particular mountain. It went well for a while, until my husband decided to make a spontaneous right hand turn. My immediate response was to panic, just knowing that we were going to get lost. My husband continued making haphazard turns. Or so it seemed. To my amazement, we arrived at a state park.

At this park there were several hiking trails to choose from, so we went in the ranger station to ask for advice on a good trail. But the ranger and another rambler were talking for quite some time, and didn’t seem to notice that there were other people around. So we left the ranger station and randomly picked a trail close to where we parked. After we had been walking for a while, we passed a man who was descending the mountain. In his usual friendly nature, my husband briefly spoke to the man, and then we continued on our way. When we got to the top of the mountain, we were rewarded with an extraordinary view. But we didn’t stay on the mountaintop long, for we felt an unexplainable urgency to leave.

As we traveled back down the trail, we met up with the same man again. This time he was lying on a bench, so we stopped to ask him if he was ok. We were shocked when he said that he had climbed the mountain to end his life. My husband and I glanced at each other for a moment, trying to think of the right words to say to this hurting man.

We tried to tell him that his friends and family wouldn’t want to see him go. But he said that he didn’t have any loved ones. So we then told the man that God wouldn’t want him to end his life. Sadly, the man said that he didn’t believe in God. So we tried to explain that God wanted to be there for him in his time of trouble, if he would allow it. And we also said that we felt God brought us to him in that moment.

The man seemed to listen to what we said, and we prayed that our words were absorbed. Finally, we parted ways as the man remained on the bench. We walked at a normal pace for a bit. Then when we were out of range, we ran to the ranger station and told them what happened. They thanked us for letting them know, and they immediately made their way up the trail to the lonely man.

If we learn to live with our arms open wide, God will take our hand and guide our steps. And we will discover that His plan was so much greater than ours. I now thank God for being our pilot that day. Numerous things did not go according to our plan. If we did not decide to go hiking, if my husband did not make a random turn, if we did not choose the trail that we did, and if we had tarried on the mountaintop, we would not have had the opportunity to help this man. I pray that our words made an impact and that this man allowed God to help heal his broken heart. Often times in life, we get discouraged when things don’t go how we think that they should. But if we trust God to be our pilot, He will lead us to the right place at the right time.

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Jesus in the Chair by Julie Arduini

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In the years I’ve followed Christ in a daily way, I’ve heard about Jesus and the chair. For instance, I know of families that for Christmas set a chair for their dinner. It’s His birthday, and they want to be reminded the focus is about Him.

As I type this, I picture something a little different. Jesus IN the chair.

I believe anything about my writing is first bathed in prayer. I don’t write without praying, and I have a team that covers me. The members also share their requests, and we all pray for each other.

Recently one of the members and I looked at the requests and shared our frustration. Some of those requests pop up time and time again, unanswered. At least in our earthly eyes. Some requests involve heartbreak we wouldn’t wish on anyone.

Then there’s just the day-in-day-out prayers. If you send a loved one to school, it’s hard to watch them go. There’s bullying, raised academic expectation, diminished resources, peer pressure.

Even a seasoned prayer warrior is tempted to look at their dented Ephesians 6 armor and question if this all is even worth it.

It’s at that moment I saw Jesus IN the chair. When my children travel to school, Jesus is in the seat in ever class. He’s in the car when our son commutes.

When I want to worry about those facing health challenges, I can see them in the sterile room. But now I also see Jesus in the chair.

In that chair, He is not bored. He’s not frustrated. He doesn’t have that Robert Downey, Jr. eye roll meme that screams, “Oh, no. You again? Are you kidding me?”

In that chair, Jesus is leaning forward in the doctor’s office. Holding hands with the patient. Whispering prayers over them. He’s in the bus seat with a look that exudes I love that person, and also, I’m shielding them.

He sits by me as I write, trying to find the words, fighting the lies that I have no business trying to change lives through fiction, especially romance.

Jesus is in the chair in the delivery room, the prison cell, the rehab center. He’s in the courtroom, the board room, the White House. He’s with the teacher, the janitor, the single mom, the widower.

I don’t know what you’re facing. But of all the things I’ve experienced this year, I can tell you God is present. He is good. And if you’re overwhelmed, call on His Son’s name and picture Him in that chair.

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All my books contain a form of surrender, and a chocolate mention. In Match Made in Heaven, Beth struggles so much over unanswered prayer that she walks away altogether. This is a novella I first wrote in the 90’s, and revised and released this year. Beth’s thyroid journey is close to what our family has been through. Check it out!

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Technology gets a bad rap…

My kids are currently all over the planet.  (I have four!) I know people complain that technology has taken the place of face-to-face conversations, but I have to give a hardy shout-out to tech from my humble abode in Silicon Valley.

Facebook has a page for parents and spouses of Sailors and Marines deployed on my son’s boat.  This morning, I saw my son’s friend in one of the pictures.  My son is NEVER in pictures and so when I saw his friend, I asked him, “Where were you?”

“About eight feet from the guy taking the picture.”

Typical.  But I could ask him that question.  And he could write me back and he’s in the Middle East somewhere and so, technology is a beautiful thing.

IMG_4787Then, this morning I was in CVS and I get a FaceTime call from my daughter (in another state going to school) and she shows me this jacket she wants to buy.  “Do you like it?”  Translated:  Do you like it enough where I can put it on your credit card?

I did not.  So we negotiated something else, but to see her beautiful face and have her tell me she loved me over technology, well, that’s a beautiful thing.

My oldest was home sick with strep yesterday, so I went to the doctors “with” him via text and my youngest boy SnapChats me every day from his college so I can see his handsome face and what he’s up to.

While technology will never take the place of seeing my kids, I am so thrilled that I am still an active part of their lives while they live their dreams! My mom just told me I couldn’t move more than 50 miles away. Maybe tech was invented by someone who had an Italian mother…

 

 

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Physical + Emotional + Spiritual = Balance By Vicki Hinze

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We all know it.  All is not lost and there is hope but, right now, as a civil society, we are in trouble.

In recent months, we’ve seen three separate incidents of murder and massacre in our schools.  Granted, one incident was carried out by an adult, but even in that situation, in his suicide note, he referenced events that occurred twenty years earlier as the root cause for his actions.  Within hours, often before the number of victims is released, we’re bombarded with talk about guns and controlling them.  Events in cities like Chicago prove that fix isn’t a fix at all, and yet that’s what we hear.  We are not bombarded with discussion of the root causes of the problem.

No, the topic of discussion today isn’t school safety—though that is certainly a critical and worthy discussion.  The topic of this discussion is to say what’s whispered behind closed doors everywhere, but people are reluctant to speak about publicly because it isn’t politically correct, and frankly, we’re all sick to death of verbal wars, assault and battery.

Today’s topic is to baldly state, friends, we are not taking care of business at home.

With so many single-parent households—and we have to work to eat and provide—and so many dual parent households where both parents work outside the home—we have survived the “it’s all about me” phase but we’re dealing with its legacy.

What is the legacy?  Materialism.  Not all of us, but overall, we learned that trait pretty well, and we’ve passed it on to our children.  Our motives were good.  We wanted better and more for our kids than we had, so we over-compensated, and as a result, we’ve got a generation of people who feel the world revolves around them. That the world owes them what they want—it’s their right.  What we want is more important than what is right for us.

This legacy has left us totally out of balance.

We’ve forgotten that we’re three-dimensional human beings.  We are physical, emotional and spiritual.  And to have balance—real balance—the kind that gives us inner peace and contentment, we have to pay equal respect to all three.

PHYSICAL

 

Materialism falls into the physical.  So does the fixation on being young and beautiful—perfect in every way.  I just saw a show where a thirteen-year-old girl was having breast implants. Another, fourteen, was having a nose job.  Both surgeries were gifts from their parents.  What are we thinking that surgeries this extensive and this invasive are being done solely for cosmetic purposes?  Neither of these girls were scarred or had emotional trauma due to their appearance. Both just wanted perfection.

Then we see Hollywood’s icons, those our kids try to emulate, and we see anorexia and substance abuse—horrific challenges—and our kids suddenly feel too fat and are willing to take drastic measures to combat their own weight.  Drastic, unhealthy measures.

While we all want our kids to strive to be their best, does that mean they have to be perfect?  Can anyone measure up to that?  Should they have to?

When did we forget that our unique individuality lies in our imperfections?  Our little flaws that endear us to those who love us?  That create appeal to those we want to attract?  Why don’t we celebrate those things instead of allowing ourselves and our kids to fall under the “nothing less than perfect stands” umbrella mentality?

Balance.  We need balance.  For ourselves and our kids.  Without it we become dysfunctional, and if kids learn what they live—and they do—then how can they help but be dysfunctional, too.

As adults, it’s our job to do not what is popular, but what is right for ourselves and our kids.  If we’re out of control, then they’re out of control.  That brings us to …

EMOTIONAL

 

We’re working hard.  We’re rushed—too much to do, too little time.   Responsibilities hang onto us like leeches, and we’re tired.  So tired, and yet there’s so much more to do.

Our lives are hectic.  We have all these conveniences that are supposed to make life easier, and they do—except we get in the way.  The time we “save” we fill up with other obligations, new responsibilities. We don’t reduce the number of things we do so that we can enjoy a little more quality time with our families.

More often than not, we finish dinner, the kids file off to their rooms and are either on the computer or parked with headphones listening to music.  Talking is interrupting.  Being in the same house qualifies as being together.

If we’re not talking, how do we know what’s going on in each other’s lives?  How do we bond?

I remember years ago a commercial, “Parents, it’s Nine O’clock.  Do you know where your kids are?”  There was a flipside one, too.  “Kids, it’s Nine O’clock.  Do you know where your parents are?”

Too many of us can glibly say, “Sure, on the computer. Sure, in his or her room doing homework.”  But is she? Is he? And exactly what is s/he doing on that computer?

We’ve got a lot of angry kids out there.  We’ve raised them, largely by not being as involved in their lives as parents should be.  We think we are involved because we’re in the same house.  But we really have no idea who they are, their dreams and opinions, their ideas.  We don’t really know what they’re doing.

If we deal with our issues and remain emotionally healthy, the odds of us raising emotionally healthy kids isn’t guaranteed. There are too many other influences. But they’ll have the foundation we’ve helped build in them for guidance and that increases our odds and theirs.

Will it always be pleasant?  No.  But an investment in yourself for yourself and in your kids for your kids is always worthwhile.

And that leads to the third part of what we need to be balanced and find that harmony and contentment and inner peace.

SPIRITUAL

I’m not talking about religion.  I’m talking about the spiritual facets of us.  The part of us that knows right from wrong, can define good and bad.  The part of us that deals with things like loyalty, integrity, honesty, morals and ethics.

In the last two decades, there’s been a decided shift of focus away from these things.  And we all see the results.  People out of control.  Domestic terrorism.  Self-interest elevated to a more significant position than what at core level is right. That “if it’s good for me, I’m doing it. I don’t care who gets hurt” attitude that is toxic to a civil society.

I remember a few years ago being at a conference.  One of the speakers was asked a question about how she got to such an elevated position so quickly.  Her response was that she did whatever she had to do.  And if she knocked people down on the way, she said excuse me as she stepped over their corpses.

We have too many corpses.  And too many who feel repulsed by that kind of conduct but don’t complain because it isn’t prudent.  The absence of voicing dissent has come to be interpreted as acceptance. And before you know it, everyone’s acting that way and tossing their visions of what is right and wrong and appropriate conduct right out the window.

Bluntly put, our collective ethics need serious work. Our morals need an overhaul—and emphasis.  We need to get our collective act together.

In our effort to be tolerant and nonjudgmental, we have again overcompensated, and the consequences we’re paying for that error are steep.  We can’t mention God (that’s intolerant, inconsiderate of others) yet we do tolerate and welcome violent, sexually explicit and emotionally degrading shows and music and opinions/essays—some clips of which can easily be found on the evening news.  (Remember not too long ago, the evening news was so graphic that our six-year-olds were asking us questions like: What is oral sex?

I’m not advocating censorship.  That said, we create markets for types of shows and attitudes through our control of what comes into our homes.  I’m advocating parental responsibility and personal control and personal censorship.  As in, if it is good and constructive, we permit it in our homes and lives.  If it is destructive, we don’t.  The problem is too often there is no personal censorship. Meaning, we don’t deliberately decide no, this isn’t for me or my family, and turn away from it.  Talking to our family and saying, this is not something I want in our lives, and this is why, then speaking openly and honestly about the subject.  Even some television commercials make us decidedly uncomfortable.  But do we teach our kids how to react constructively to that by turning the TV off?  Walking away from the destructive?

We cannot control the world.  That is a fact.  One that makes it imperative we prepare our children to live constructively in the world. Too often, we aren’t giving the kids the tools—and they are not mature enough, even though some of them feel they are, to exercise discerning judgment.

That’s why they are the kids and we are the parents. By our actions, we teach them discerning judgment and to exercise it in a positive way.

My point is this:  if our kids are angry and messed up, odds are one of two things are going on:

 

  1. We’re messed up and they’re emulating us.

 

  1. We’ve been too slack in guiding them so that they can develop the spiritual side of themselves and achieve a healthy balance.

 

WHAT DO WE DO?

We remember that…

Physical + Emotional + Spiritual = Balance

Then we get to work reclaiming our lives—and being there for our kids.

 

DEFINE

  • Look at your life and the lives of your kids. Not what you “think” but what you know. Is quality of life there?  Are all three aspects of you and your kids being addressed and are those aspects integrated in your daily lives.  Church isn’t just for Sunday morning.  The principles and tenets are a lifestyle choice.
  • Are you addressing issues? Listening?Hearing?  Do you encourage discussion on ideas and ideals?  If you haven’t instilled an appreciation and understanding of morals and ethics in your children, in yourself, wherever shall either of you get them?  You can’t dictate these things to yourself or to your kids.  You have to live them; they’re as much a part of you as breathing. Each of us has an internal moral compass.  Assure that yours is healthy.
  • Don’t fall under the false impression that your kids will do what you say.They will watch you, learn from you, and do what you do. Lead by example.

 

 

EVALUATE

  • We have lost respect for boundaries—those lines it is just unacceptable to cross. We do and say things we know we shouldn’t because we want to—and just because we can.Consideration weighs too little, our discretion on what is acceptable and what is not has grown warped.  We need to get a hammer and chisel and get into shape.  All boundaries are not bad.  All limits are not bad.  We hear slogans like “No Limits.”  We’re told, “There are no boundaries except for those you set yourself.”  Again, overcompensation.  Some boundaries and limits are healthy and good, and we shouldn’t toss them out with the ones that would keep us from reaching our full potential. For example, this week a congressional representative resigned under pressure for inappropriate behavior toward a minor.  Word came out that certain individuals were aware of it three years ago.  Yet the conduct wasn’t halted.  Only now has a scandal erupted and forced action.  That is a faulty moral compass, and not just on the individual, but on those who knew and did nothing about it.

 

  • Adults need boundaries. So do kids.Knowing the rules and consequences gives everyone a sense of security.  I’m not suggesting being militant.  I am suggesting that we all define “the best” and then integrate the morals and ethics, conduct and behavior into our lives that will enhance our ability and increase the likelihood that we achieve it.

 

  • On the boundaries and rules we set, we should define and share the consequences.If you do this, expect this result and this consequence.  If you do that, expect this result and this consequence.  In years past, we toed the line because if we didn’t, we wouldn’t like the consequences. Today, too often, there are no consequences.  That is a faulty moral compass.

 

  • A male teen calls a phone sex line.The parents complain about the phone bill, not about the conduct.  Faulty moral compass. Misplaced priority.

 

  • A female teen “borrows” a parent’s cell phone and calls someone she has no business phoning.The parent’s response was that she wasn’t there, or she was there but asleep or otherwise occupied—justifying her inaction, but not addressing the conduct.  Faulty moral compass. Misplaced priority.

 

  • A teen goes online and uploads a post that is filled with filth.The parent’s response is that it’s good for the teen to speak his mind and get his frustrations out, not addressing the problem or the conduct. Faulty moral compass. Misplaced priority.

Why are these reactions deemed by the teens as acceptable?  Because there are no consequences for inappropriate actions.  There is no fear of consequences, no sense of propriety.  No internal alarms going off that this kind of behavior is wrong.  We have a lot of work to do on this front.

 

And it’s judicious work.  We, being the adults, have to anticipate and be prepared for the impact of the actions we take and the impact of the consequences of those actions.  Remember the old saying, “Every action causes a reaction?  Every cause has an effect?”  In many ways, by diminishing the consequences we’ve corrupted the impact.  It is undesirable, but we can’t put the genie back into the bottle.  We have to start where we are to modify our behavior and lead by example, then encourage our kids.  And that brings us to…

 

EMBRACE

Embracing what we’ve defined as good and healthy—for us and our family members.  What is worthy of our time and attention and acceptable, beneficial and the kind of things we want to foster and what we want to eliminate—and must eliminate to find personal balance.

Will it be easy.  Of course not.  Change is never easy.

Can we do it?  Of course.  If we want to change badly enough, we certainly can.

It takes clarity of vision, determination, and discipline.  We have those things—all of us do.  We simply have to choose to tap into them and use them.

We can alter our reality.  The reality we’re living is a reflection of the reality we’ve created. If we don’t like it, then we must embrace those things necessary to change it.

I hope we do.  I hope that we can reel in that which is out of control.  That we can rededicate ourselves to creating personal balance and then extending that balance to our children through example.

If and when we do that—strive for that balance, honoring the physical, emotional and spiritual aspects of us—then, and only then, will we have done our part to cure the root ails in our society.  Only then will we have accepted that responsibility for the way things are comes down to you and me and what we accept and reject.

Only then will we embrace balance, and through it, contentment and inner peace.*

 

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Nora’s Review of SHE WALKS IN POWER

 

 

Nora St. Laurent, Review of She Walks in Power, Christians Read

 

 

She walks in power, review Christians Read, Nora St. Laurent, Marylu  Tyndall

 

She Walks in Power

By MaryLu Tyndall

Published by Ransom Press

ISBN# 978-0—7-167139

Release Date August 30, 2016

322 Pages

Genre(s):  Fantasy, Historical Christian Fiction, Romantic

 

 

NORA’S REVIEW:  I was hooked by this Robin Hood type story from the first page. This story is written through Alexia’s point of view. She protects the forest like Robin Hood did.Having gone to Catholic church and had first communion there I could relate to both main characters and their biblical view point.

This is the first paragraph, “Alexia D’Clere slide an arrow from her quiver, nocked it in her bow, and drew back the bowstring wind whipped through the branches of the large maple tree above her, stirring a whirlwind of leaves and needless across the forest floor. But Alexia’s gaze followed three men a top horses, accompanying a coach down an access road through Emerald forest – the three men who had ventured off the main trail and dared to penetrate the circle of the Spear. To what purpose?”

Alexia looks forward to theday when everyone will be able to read the bible.”

Ronar doesn’t know what to think about this thought. No one was allowed to touch the bible let along read it. I liked this aspect of the story because I went through the same process.

This is a suspense story filled with action and venture as good vs evil. There’s a spiritual struggle with flawed characters the author has you root for as they fight the good fight for faith, love and family through unbearable hardships. There is also a sweet romance story in the middle of all the drama. This makes for an adventurous read and one that would work well for your next book club pick.

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received a complimentary copy of this book from the publisher.I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”

 

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Healing Scars by Bridget A. Thomas

There is a Cuban food truck in my town. My husband and I go there once in a while for a delicious Cuban sandwich. There is usually a man doing the cooking and a woman who takes the orders, gets the drinks, etc. I don’t know her name, but I like her. I like her because she calls me “Mommy.” (Perhaps this is how she addresses all the female customers?) She is younger than me, but I don’t think she is young enough for me to be her mother. But it still makes me feel good. Why? Because no one else on this earth calls me Mommy or Mom or Mother or Mama. (Unless you want to include my dogs, but they can’t talk!)

“Do you have children?” I am asked that question often. Usually it comes up when meeting someone new. For most people it is a normal question, similar to commenting on the weather. But for me it hurts every time. I have not been blessed with children. And it is the one thing in life that I long for the most – to carry a baby in my arms, whether my own flesh and blood, or adopted. To nurture and care for a child is one of the greatest gifts. But it is one that I have not experienced.

There are times when I believe I have actually accepted this about my life, until the subject comes up in a conversation. And then I know that I am still harboring the hurt, the rejection, and the regret of not having a child. The pain is raw once again. Deep down I long to be open and genuine, fully embracing my situation. But when I am open, I often regret it. Whoever I am speaking to will make a comment that reopens the scar.

There have been times when I would run and turn to my friends for comfort. And at the time I might receive a small bit of reassurance. But the comfort doesn’t last. My mistake is that I don’t turn to THE Comforter. One night as I lay in bed, a favorite Bible verse went through my head. It was Romans 8:28 (NLT) which says, “And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to His purpose for them.” It’s a verse I wholeheartedly believed… except when it came to this one thing. I felt that being a mother was the single most important thing a woman could do. Raising a child would give my life meaning and purpose. Without that one thing, I had to wonder why I was even here.

But that night as I began to seek sleep, God brought that verse to mind. Suddenly I was wide awake as I heard Him whisper, “Yes, even with that.” Remembering that moment brings tears to my eyes. Knowing that in my deepest pain, God was there to soothe the scrapes and bruises on my heart.

And then I knew that I had to make a choice. Either I believed God or I didn’t.

Perhaps you are facing a similar pain in your life. It might not be about children necessarily. Maybe it was a choice from your past that you regret. Or it could be a dream you long to see fulfilled. Whatever might be weighing on you today, remember that God has a way of making things more beautiful than we could ever imagine. He can take the biggest disappointments and create an amazing testimony. Lay it all down at God’s feet. Your regrets, your broken dreams, your fears, and your suffering. He can and will work all things together for good. He will pick up every jagged piece of your life, place them all together like a jigsaw puzzle, and create a beautiful masterpiece, if you allow Him to.

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Advice to a First Year University Student

The universities from which I graduated often ask me for things (mostly money). One, a secular, government-run institution, recently asked me to contribute a short note of encouragement and advice to a first year student. I agreed. And then I discovered that my note was to be limited to 150 characters (25-30 words). It is difficult to condense my approach to university education to 25 words and still say something meaningful. Therefore, I composed the somewhat longer version that follows.

To a First Year University Student:

You have been given a wonderful opportunity. Your university is a vast reservoir of knowledge, and you have been given the privilege of scooping out as much as you can.

When I first enrolled as a university student, I determined to learn as much as I could, in class and out of it. I was convinced that if I did that, the marks would take care of themselves. And I was right.

So, my advice is: Pursue knowledge with a passion. Learn as much as you can.

Feel free to challenge what your professors are teaching you—especially if you can offer evidence that they are wrong rather than just an alternative opinion.

Question everything. And I mean everything.

Question Donald Trump, but also question Hillary Clinton.

Question Adam Smith, but also question Karl Marx.

Question multinational corporations such as Imperial Oil, but also question social activist agencies such as Greenpeace.

Question John Calvin and C.S. Lewis, but also question Bertrand Russell and Christopher Hitchens.  

Question James Dobson, but also question Margaret Sanger.

Question Pascal, Descartes, Augustine, and Aquinas, but also question Freud, Jung, Einstein, and Asimov.

Question Ptolemy and Isaac Newton, but also question Copernicus and Charles Darwin.

In short, pursue knowledge and truth fearlessly, without prejudices and preconceptions. You might be surprised where it leads you.

A final word. The university system was founded by Christians, and it is possible that your specific university was also founded by Christians, who dreamed that it would expand opportunities for learning and knowledge. The current leaders of your university are quite likely embarrassed by that Christian heritage and want to pretend that it did not exist. But question everything. Roads do not all lead in one direction. When I was there, the university I attended was headed in the opposite direction to that of its Christian founders, and it has continued to head in that direction. But there were also students whose search for truth led them back to the Christian faith of the founders. Some students today still find themselves following that path. Maybe you will be one of them.

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My Boundary (by Hannah Alexander)

S1440018How many times have you seen a No Trespassing sign in the past year? Even here in wide open Wyoming, we have those signs. Of course, here, there’s usually a public road that goes through the land, which we can drive on but cannot fish, hunt, camp, or do anything but drive through if we stay on the road.

Many times, a barrier might seem offensive to us, but as in our interstate, which goes just south of the town, I really love seeing those high fences on either side. It means the mule deer, pronghorn, moose, and elk are less likely to be on the road when we’re driving at night. Not totally unlikely, but less likely.

The rock fence Mel is standing in front of, for instance, might have saved many a hiker from falling to his or her death far below.

We all have boundaries in our lives. Our own skin is a boundary that keeps us safe from the world around us. Our home is a boundary where strangers cannot come in and take over our lives–or shouldn’t. And in most states, we have the right to stop them if they try.

There are other boundaries that are more subtle. For instance, when I was a teen in school, sometimes I would make friends with someone who crossed my personal boundaries, trying to force me to break the moral code with which I was raised. If I ignored their demands, they would verbally abuse me. Now, I was often a wild child as a teenager, but even then, I had a certain independence that helped me keep some boundaries up and resist others when they tried to force their will on me. I lost friends this way, but really? Were they friends in the first place?

I belong to a group of women who like to study the Bible together, and this fall we’re studying the book Boundaries by Dr. Henry Cloud and Dr. John Townsend. I’ve read and studied this book three times now, and I learn something new every time. Cloud and Townsend teach us how to allow God to control our lives, and how to resist the control others attempt to force on us. I have learned that my independence in many instances is not selfish at all, but allows me to do what God called me to do, and not be derailed by those who would attempt to wrest control of my life from God’s hands.

In fact, just recalling what I learned from this book before has helped me realize that I’m allowing all kinds of distractions into my life that have kept me from my true calling, which is writing. I may lose friends because I won’t have as much time for other activities, but I have a feeling my true friends will gladly accept and enjoy the real me.

How about you? Are there places in your life where others–friends, family, even pets–have managed to gain the upper hand and distracted you from your true self? Your true calling? Why don’t you join us and study Boundaries and see how to reset the controls in your own life?

 

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Thanks by Tara Randel

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I’m in deep deadline mode, but surfaced to catch up on some chores.  I went down my to-do list, stopping when I came to the reminder to write this post. As I thought about what I wanted to write, the idea of thankfulness kept coming to my mind. Since I know when to listen to my inner voice, that’s exactly what I did.

Thankfulness comes for a variety of reasons. I don’t know about you, but thankfulness to God the Father for everything He’s done for me comes first on my list, followed closely by family and good friends. I don’t take those in my life for granted, after all, where would I be without the people who enrich my life? So thank you to the people in my life who support me because I have a job I love.

As I came across some scriptures for a Bible study I’m doing, this verse caught my attention.

and he has filled him with the Spirit of God, with wisdom, with understanding, with knowledge and with all kinds of skills—Ex 35:31

This passage was about those entrusted with the work of making the tabernacle a special place for the Lord’s presence. But the words stopped me. With all kinds of skills.

God has given us talents and abilities. It’s up to us to discover what those are and live them to the fullest. It took me many years before I realized I could use my gift of storytelling as a career. God blessed me with this and every day I thank him because I get to write stories that I hope will touch people’s lives. That will perhaps give someone a couple hours of joy. Trust me, I realize what a gift and privilege this is. So I also ask for wisdom from the Holy Spirit as I come up with story ideas and reach my daily word count on my works in progress.

And since I get to be an author, I want to thank readers for taking the time to choose to read books. We live in a very busy world with lots of entertainment options within our reach. Social media seems to dominate our culture. Picking up a book or ereader is a big deal. I don’t take your support lightly.

Give thanks with a grateful heart
Give thanks to the Holy One
Give thanks because He’s given Jesus Christ, His Son

Don’t you just love the beginning of this song by Don Moen? I’ve been singing it for two days.

Here are some scriptures I love.

Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. 1 Thessalonians 5:18

Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever. 1 Chronicles 16:34

I will give thanks to you, Lord, with all my heart; I will tell of all your wonderful deeds. Psalm 9:1

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. Philippians 4: 6

Today I want to tell you I appreciate you and send you a great big thank you!

 

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I Lift Up My Eyes

On one particular day, I came home to dog hair and paw prints on the floor. I loaded the dishwasher and one of the grids from the bottom rack came apart. I found an array of papers, plastic bags, flashlights, and a million other things strewn across the kitchen counter. I turned on the washer machine, it filled with water, but then the motor seemed to have died. I rushed around the kitchen, trying to get dinner on the table. Before I knew it, it was time for bed. It was tempting to get frustrated by the chaos.

But then I remembered Jennifer. I had a friend who died of sarcoma at the age of thirty-four. Although she is now in a much better place, I know she would have liked to have spent more time on this earth. More time with her daughter. More time with her family and friends. More time going to work. More time in the midst of this beautiful chaos that we call life.

And I thought about one of my sisters who never saw her fiftieth birthday. If she had known at the age of twenty-five that her life was half over, would she have done things differently? Would she have loved more? Would she have spent more time with her children? Would she have embraced the disorder we find in everyday life?

Life can make us weary at times. We have long to-do lists and looming deadlines, as we juggle too many plates in the air. But I have found that perspective is key. I think about all the people in hospitals fighting for their lives. I think about missionaries across the globe living in danger as they spread the gospel. I think about my sister and my friend whose lives ended way too early.

And this week in particular, I think about the people in the Bahamas who have seen overwhelming destruction and devastation from Hurricane Dorian. The minor vexations in our daily lives suddenly don’t seem so bad. My heart breaks for all those who have been impacted by this hurricane.

I like the way 2 Corinthians 4:18 reads in the New Living Translation: “So we don’t look at the troubles we can see now; rather, we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen. For the things we see now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see last forever.” This is a good reminder for whatever we might be going through. When we keep our eyes on the Lord, it can help us to stand strong in the storms of life.

When small annoyances creep into our day-to-day life, if we keep it in perspective, they suddenly won’t look so bad. We want our lives to be perfect. So when things appear to be messy, we see ourselves as “less than.” But in each one of these messy moments, we have the choice to turn to our Savior and allow Him to handle our daily stresses with His strength.

And when large tragedies come our way, such as this hurricane, we can pray to our Heavenly Father for help. No matter what we are facing, He is there. When life seems unbearable, He is there. When we don’t have the answers, He is there. When we feel helpless, He is there. He is always there.

Psalm 121 holds a special place in my heart because it is one of the Psalms that my grandmother had memorized. But it’s also a beautiful reminder of how God cares for us. He cares for us in the calm and in the storm…

I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
    where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
    the Maker of heaven and earth.

He will not let your foot slip—
    he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel
    will neither slumber nor sleep.

The Lord watches over you—
    the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
    nor the moon by night.

The Lord will keep you from all harm
    he will watch over your life;
the Lord will watch over your coming and going
    both now and forevermore.

– Psalm 121

(The clouds in the picture are from the tail end of the hurricane as it passed through my area of Florida.)

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I Want to be THAT Author by Julie Arduini

You know the dream where you’re in a room full of people and you’re not dressed? Well, that’s how vulnerable I feel writing this post. Years ago, moments before I hit the “create blog” button that cemented my surrendering fear so I could write for God, I promised I would write what He wanted, when He wanted.

And I need to make a confession.

I want to be THAT author.

I want to be the author that when a Facebook group admin asks “what are you reading?” or, “What author are you devouring all their books?”

I want the answer at least once, if not line after line to be “Julie Arduini.”

I want readers in search of characters they could relate to that will inspire them to surrender their own issues to Jesus.

I want readers who enjoy rural settings to discover my heart is to showcase the villages and small cities across Upstate NY, the places I lived and visited for over 30 years.

I want them to close that last page and run to their electronic device so they can post a positive review on Amazon.

There, I said it.

If there is good news about my confession, I don’t dream about my short, chubby self as a cardboard cutout at Barnes and Noble. I don’t care about bestseller lists or awards.

Here’s the best part about my confession. One, God knows. He also has a plan, and it is why I exist, and it goes way beyond writing. Yet it involves writing, and I think it’s why I’m impatient and longing to see the above things in motion.

Writing is the door God will use, I believe, opportunities for me to speak. Again, I’m not about selling out arenas or anything like that. My favorite places to speak are the MOPS groups, those are my people. Where ever He sends me, I will most likely talk about the books. When I finish, most of the ladies will leave, and that’s okay. Those that stay, that remnant, they will ask questions. Or confess. Or ask for prayer.

And when I obey and pray, THAT is why I’m on earth. I believe that with all my heart. Is the very reason I write. I believe lives will be transformed because God will use me. I’m willing. I’m ready.

So, that’s the ugly truth and the hopeful promise. I’m antsy, and it’s hard when I see those questions come up and my name isn’t there. The names that are? I love their work. They belong in those answers. And by faith, I believe one day my name will be there as well.

Am I the only one who thinks this way? Are their other careers where there are similar hopes? I’d love to hear from you!

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The heroine in Entrusted, Jenna Anderson, is a girl after my own heart. She’s a real go-getter and when things don’t go the way she hopes, she usually takes it out on her mocha. I’d love for you to read her story!

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After the Burn (by Hannah Alexander)

New bird house on burned tree

New birdhouse on burned tree

Mel and I found this interesting word picture on a recent hike. This tree is burned.

Ever felt that way? Burned-out?

I don’t know what you think of when you hear the words “burned-out” but when I’ve done my best and held on faithfully and trusted and aided and helped and done what I felt led by God to do, and I have gotten criticized and tongue-lashed for my troubles, I just want to give up. It hurts. It stinks. I’m just done with the whole thing.  Seriously done. I wonder if the apostle Peter felt that way when Jesus said to him, “Get thee behind me, Satan.” Ouch! I’d have been tempted to walk away.

But in Peter’s situation, Jesus had the words of life, and there was no other.

Sometimes in our lives, we really can back off if we’ve been singed by unkind words, or attacked for the way we do things when we feel we’re doing God’s will. I get the impression from talking to friends that this kind of thing happens a lot.

However, backing away from the abuse doesn’t mean we stop serving. It means we might have to find another place to serve, or if the person with abusive words could be right, we might figure out a way to adjust. Or we could consider that the abuse we received was from someone else who was suffering burnout, themselves, and we could give them a pass. It could mean any of these things in different situations. The point is that our call is to serve God and not grow weary in well-doing.

So this poor old burned tree is hosting a birdhouse. It’s likely to stand for quite some time as it is, and it’s still serving, burned though it may be.

Have you ever been burned with such heat that you were tempted to just pull into a hiding place and let the world go by? Believe me, you’re not alone. Hide in here with me and we can continue to serve together.

 

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A Writing Vision

Years ago, God gave me Habakkuk 2:2 as my writing verse. Because I wanted to understand His message to me, I did some research into the meaning of the words in this verse. I’ve often found that the Hebrew words translated to English lack some of the original meaning. Thus, I like to look up the original language.

Here are some meanings according to Strongs:

Vision: a sight (mentally), that is, a dream, revelation, or oracle.

Daydreams. Nightmares. Imaginations. Thoughts. Visions. How interesting that the word ‘vision’ has more to do with inner sight then eyesight. I can relate to this, because stories develop in my head, and I ‘see’ them in my mind long before they are put on paper. An image may trigger an idea, but the idea for the book develops internally as I ‘see’ the story play out.

I wonder if this is how “In the beginning” started for the Lord. Did He imagine the stars and planets in their exact placement before speaking them into existence? Did He dream of the earth, and all its inhabitants, and become filled with excitement over His creation?

Again, according to Strongs:

Plain: to dig; by analogy to engrave; figuratively to explain or to declare

Not only am I to see the vision, but I need to make it ‘plain’ for others to understand. I am called to share the truth God shows me through story. Why is it important for me to do this? I believe enabling a person to ‘run’ means that they are encouraged in their walk. They can be uplifted by what I’ve written and will seek to walk closer to God. I love the idea of my words encouraging someone else to have a better relationship with Jesus.

When I am discouraged, or when I wonder if I’m doing what God wants, I can return to these familiar words. I love the concept of making His love easier to understand through the stories I write. As I contemplate some of the Hebrew words in this verse, I can better grasp what He is saying to me.

I know I am made in His image, and I consider my minimal creativity a dim reflection of His incredible ingenuity in the formation of all that I know. The love He poured into His handiwork inspires me to want to use my ‘vision’ to make ‘plain’ to my readers the concepts God wants them to learn in the hope that they, too, will become excited about their hope in Him. 

I pray that Jesus will engrave His dream on my heart. That He will give me a heart to understand the message and to be able to put the truth in terms that are easy for others to grasp. That He will help my writing incite passion for Him in my readers. Then, they too, will read the vision and run with it.

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Working for the Kingdom of God

As Christians, we work for the Kingdom of God. Everywhere we go and everything we do, we are on duty. Whether we are at our place of employment, at home, at the grocery store, driving, or anywhere else – we report to God. He is our ultimate boss.

This is important to remember in all of our daily activities. Keeping this in the forefront of our minds will help us to make better decisions. It will help our words and actions to reflect the love of Jesus. It will help us to be a shining light in this dark world.

In The Essentials of Prayer, E.M. Bounds put it this way, “Christians are the Bible that sinners read.”

Wow! When we look at it like that, it tells us how important our actions really are. We have the power to influence those around us each and every day. The things we do and the things we say matter.

As St. Francis of Assisi put it, “Preach the Gospel at all times, and if necessary use words.”

Those are powerful words. One way or another, people are watching. So what will we tell them with our actions and words? Hopefully we are reflecting the love of Jesus.

One way we can spread the gospel is just by being ourselves. Here are some examples:

  • At my job I am often told that I am calm and peaceful. My coworkers seem to want what I have. It is no secret that I am a Christian. So I hope that by them seeing me as calm and peaceful, this will help them to want more of Jesus in their lives.
  • One of my coworkers, who is a Christian as well, shared a story with me a while back. He said that he was in a meeting with someone and the other person said a dirty word. Then they said something like, “Oh I’m sorry, I know you don’t talk like that.” My coworker never had to say anything. He was just being himself, but he still was a positive influence.

Another way we can spread the Lord’s love is through what people call “random acts of kindness.” They don’t have to be big and extravagant gestures. Any small deed has the potential to leave a lasting influence.

Here are a few examples that come to mind:

  • When we go to the store and my husband sees shopping carts strewn about the parking lot, he will grab a couple of them and put them in a nearby corral or pull them up to the store. This has the opportunity to make a positive impression on other shoppers who see his actions. And it helps the employees that work there as well.
  • One of our family members used to live next door to a grumpy neighbor. The family member has now moved to a different home and is no longer neighbors with this person. However, my husband and I send the sulky man a Christmas card every year in order to spread the love of Jesus.
  • One of our neighbors knows that a different neighbor has a second home a few hours away. So when he sees that they are away he will put their newspaper in a safe place, so that it’s not obvious to any onlookers that they are out of town.
  • I have a coworker who recently placed fortune cookies on her fellow coworkers’ desks with a note attached that said something like, “We are fortunate to have you.” This was something small, but it brought smiles.

These are just a few small examples of how we can leave lasting effects as we work for the Kingdom of God. But the possibilities are endless! Just start with a smile and common courtesy.

Unfortunately we live in a “me” world. Many people are “all about me.” Many people don’t think about others. Many people don’t want to help others because they will be inconvenienced.

But in The Broken Way, Ann Voskamp said, “You love as much as you are willing to be inconvenienced.”

Well that pretty much sums it up right there! Are we willing to be inconvenienced?

The Bible says that we are Christ’s ambassadors. And Jesus said that we are the salt of the earth and the light of the world. All three of these statements show us how much power we have in this world. Once we recognize our true power in Jesus, we have the ability to make an immense impact.

(Photo by Esteban Lussich.)

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The Best Is Yet to Be

Over a quarter of a century ago, I was working as an associate editor for a denominational church magazine. The denomination decided to move me from central Canada to Canada’s most western province, British Columbia, so I could connect with the churches there. Included in my list of responsibilities was that I was to make an effort to become acquainted with the prominent church leaders in that part of the country.

Among those church leaders was a man named Vern Heidebrecht. Vern had grown up on a small farm in Abbotsford, British Columbia, and then gone off to study at Bible college and then seminary, eventually earning a Doctor of Ministry degree. He had successfully pastored several churches in the US; the churches flourished and grew. He had then returned home to Abbotsford, where he had become senior pastor of a church plant, which was rapidly growing into the largest evangelical church in Canada.

Following my instructions, I phoned the church and made an appointment to see the senior pastor. When I arrived at the church, I was soon ushered into his office. Vern and I talked for a while, and then he suggested we pray together. He prayed for my ministry, and I prayed for his, and we prayed for each other’s families. At the end of the meeting, Vern suggested that we should get together every few months and pray for each other. I was astounded. He was pastor of a church with thousands of members and in addition was serving on several boards and was in demand as a guest speaker in churches throughout North America and even beyond. I was astounded that he thought he had time to meet with me on a regular basis.

But that is what we did for the next several years, until his ministry was cut short by the early onset of Parkinson’s disease and I left my position with the denominational magazine.

A few years later, Vern’s wife Carol phoned me and asked if I would be willing to help Vern publish his autobiography. I agreed. At the end of that process, I went to see him. He was sitting at the kitchen table, his Bible open in front of him. His voice was faltering, and I had to lean in close to understand what he was saying. He was not reading—his glasses were sitting on the open Bible—but he recited from memory what he had just read: “Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him” (James 1:2-5).

The last time I saw Vern, he was in a nursing home. He was barely able to walk, and his health was failing. We talked for a while, and then he suggested we pray together. He prayed for my writing and editing ministry, and I prayed for his informal ministry of witnessing to the staff and residents of the nursing home. Then we prayed for each other’s families.

Vern passed away earlier this year. A short while later, Carol phoned and asked if I would help get Vern’s autobiography republished as a fundraising tool for a building extension for a local Christian seniors’ complex. The chapel in the new extension was to be named in Vern’s honor. I readily agreed. The book, The Best Is Yet to Be, has now been republished through my Mill Lake Books imprint. It is available through bookstores and Amazon, as well as through the seniors’ complex, Tabor Village. It is the story of a man who, through all his fame and success, his pain and his struggle, in many senses remained what he was from the beginning—a simple country boy with a deep, abiding faith in Jesus.    

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