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Changes

Life is full of changes.
For a short time my blog will be taking on some new changes.
I wanted a fresh new look and one that would look a bit more professional and more unique to my style of writing.
The lady who helped me redo it found a script type font and and I think it is a soft look to display for reading.
Feedback is good.
If you like it or totally dislike it or you are undecided or you don’t care.
I am a creature of habit and like things to be the same most of the time.
I don’t rearrange furniture or redo rooms.
Things can be the same year after year.
This is a new decision and a redo is a positive thing.
I hope you enjoy it

The question of time

Time…
it is something we all struggle with.
How to use our time wisely efficiently and how to get done the many things that needs to be done every day. We must make a sincere effort to pay attention to what takes our time away from doing what is really important.
Time…
It is deliberate. It is a choice we make to purpose in our heart to rest if we are tired,
to walk if we need refreshing,
to write if we are frustrated or hurting,
to call someone if we are lonely or need encouragement.
It is a choice to turn off the TV and talk to each other.
It is a choice to read the word instead of the magazine or newspaper or the computer or cell phone.
Life is a series of choices.
There are choices we have to make every day as we journey through this thing called life.
Time…
We must choose to be quiet and listen to our restless hearts cry.
On my computer I have a sticky note that I leave as a reminder for me every day to read and reflect on:
We need quiet time to examine our lives openly and honestly.

In the still quiet moments we gain strength and wisdom for our journey ahead.
My challenge today for you and I is to make a choice to quiet our lives so we may hear the still small nudging of what is really important.
In our busyness we can miss out and disconnect from so much.
I pray that we all take the time to slow down,
quiet our hearts and listen to the sounds around us.
WE MIGHT be surprised by what we hear.

A battle is raging

Returning to the book ‘Waking the dead’ by John Eldredge;
he writes “The story of your life is the story of the long and brutal assault on your heart.”
He continues to say, our hearts are in darkness not realizing the attacks that are always taking place against our ‘healing’ deep within. As adults we walk around with our souls wounded and not grasping the full and powerful healing of Jesus.

In the Old Testament book of Isaiah 61:1 “He has sent me to bind up the broken hearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners.”
We are the prisoners, in a spiritual warfare we are not even aware of. Forces surround us daily and attack our journey as Christians. If the enemy can keep us believing we have no power then he has won. John said ‘we cannot see in the darkness until we add the light to it’. John says our hearts are hidden in darkness and we lack freedom to see who we really can become.

My challenge for us to day is to pray for the Lord to reveal to you the dark places in your heart and life and ask HIM to release them so you can become free.
Jesus said he came to heal the broken hearted and set the captives free and the prisoners from darkness.
I don’t believe he is talking about a ‘physical prison’… it is spiritual.
The purpose of this thing called the Christian life is that our hearts might be restored and set free. John said to make your prayers deliberate and often for the battle for your heart is all around you. If the enemy can make us feel like we have nothing to offer ourselves or others than HE has won this battle.
The battle is for you’re heart and your healing.
Let’s press on for the time is now … for healing and hope and restoration.

A different good bye

The graveside service is the final good bye
when someone leaves us.
It is a symbol of an ending to a life well lived.
A brass plate or stone tells the observer who is represented at the grave site as information is etched in scratched out letters.

Mom O’s service was yesterday afternoon in a picturesque military burial setting. The green grass and stormy weather set the mood as we drove through the rod iron gates decorated with flags and military emblems. Dad served time in wars and is eligible for military honors and because she shared his life she is able to be honored this way also other than the gun salute.
She might not have been in a war with combat and battles fought but the war she was in was just as honorable.
We met as a family each one of us representing sons or daughters or grand children who brought meaning to her life. We drove to the hillside where her temporary marker rested next to flowers bent with rain. We walked slowly as we protected our selves from the wind and blustery weather.
Dad stood shoulders bent as his oldest son and youngest son held his shaking unsteady frame up
as he wept for his bride of almost 61 years.
The reality of her death hit his heart hard as he read her name…date of birth and date of death.
Each of us stood in silence as the middle son… began to speak about her life… her love and her Lord.
We sang amazing grace our voices mixed with emotion as the pounding rain deafened our notes against the umbrella’s fold. Before we went to this resting place on the hill pea sized hail pounded the pavement and grass receptive to the force of nature.
Not too different than the forcing of a new life for him now.
We believe he will be alright. His heart along with ours will forever be changed because of our loss. She was mama…mom O…Grandma… grandma grandma as some would call her.
She was a wonderful example of a life well lived and respected by all who met her.
As we drove away in different cars we took with us memories of her stored in our hearts forever. We will miss you mom… till we meet again.

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