Monday, July 20, 2015

Tiny Details; Big God

My heart was heavy the day I stopped by the botanical gardens on my lunch break. I had never experienced such emotional pain, and I wasn't sure I could keep breathing. I had tunneled through dark places before, but in all my years of living, I had never faced a mountain of such vast proportions.

As I walked along the beautifully manicured pathways, talking to my Creator, I was suddenly drawn to the various flowers nearby, particularly the tiny ones. The intricate details of each minuscule bloom astounded me. Such perfection!

Suddenly, I was reminded of how big God is, and that he is able to do "exceedingly abundantly" above all that I can ask or think. No matter what tomorrow held, God was bigger, and not only was he concerned about the big burdens I carried, he cared about the tiniest details of my life, too. It was just the reminder I needed to keep breathing for another day. ♦

Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us, to Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen. Ephesians 3:20-21

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Judith's Mosaic Monday at Lavender Cottage
Joan's Sharing His Beauty

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Intriguing Infinity Pools

Lately, I've been intrigued with infinity pools. Maybe it's because I'm experiencing great emotional pain in my life right now, and infinity pools have the appearance of endless calm and relaxation—at least most of them do.

found one that gives me the heebie jeebies. It's located in Singapore, and it stands 650 ft. above street level. Although the edge of the pool isn't as severe as it appears in this picture, I don't know how peaceful swimming among skyscrapers would be. Yikes! ☺

Marina Bay Sands Hotel - Singapore

On the other hand, here are 12 spectacular infinity pools (one for each month of the year) that exude "calm and relaxation." I'm sharing them in no particular order for your oohing and ahhing pleasure.

1. Baraka Point (The Estate) ~ Virgin Gorda
(Extravagant spenders can rent this magnificent place. You have to check it

2. Santorini, Greece

3. Hotel Caesar Augustus ~ Island of Capri
(You HAVE to see this place. Majestic! Click here.)

4. Jade Mountain ~ St. Lucia
(The beauty of this place will really take your breath away.)

5. Puerto Rico

6. Blue Palace Resort and Spa ~ Greece
(It's hard to tell where the pool ends and the sea begins.)

7. Bahamas

8. Jade Mountain ~ St. Lucia
(Just wow.)

9. Spain

11. Bali

And last...

12. Bora Bora


Every time I look at these infinity pools, so still and serene, I'm reminded of verses from the 23rd Psalm:

"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures, he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul."

How comforting it is to know that, in times of agonizing grief, when tears fall like rain, and our hearts ache without ceasing, rest can be found in the Lord. ♦

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Thursday, May 14, 2015

Come Boldly To Obtain

This morning, in the dawn's early light, I knelt beside my bed and talked to the Master. The one who calmed the winds and spoke peace to a stormy sea.

The one who fed five thousand with five loaves and two fishes. The one who stood at a tomb and cried with a loud voice, "Lazarus, come forth!" and Lazarus came. The one who restored sight to the blind and hope to the hopeless.

The one who said, "Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows."

I never take lightly the privilege of talking to him. And knowing he listens and cares about every small detail of my life is almost more than my mind can comprehend.

You can talk to him, too—morning, noon or night. You don't need a title. You don't need silver or gold. You don't even need an appointment. Just open the door, and go right in. ♦

"Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace,
that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need."
Hebrews 4:16

Linking to:
Imparting Grace
Spiritual Sundays

Thursday, May 7, 2015

My Nominee for "Best Mother in the World"

As Mother's Day approaches, I'd like to present my nominee for Best Mother in the World. 

She lives in a modest house in a small town with a man she married over 60 years ago. She is of average height and average weight and has gentle eyes of blue.

She has never held public office, has never traveled overseas and has never participated in a conference call.

She couldn't act her way out of a wet paper sack, she has no impressive degrees on her walls, and I doubt her singing would win a Grammy.

Although she doesn't have a computer, WiFi or a TV, she is never bored. If she isn't whipping up something delectable in her kitchen, she is working on a quilting project, crocheting something special for a friend or winning another game of dominoes.

And speaking of friends, she has them around the globe. At all hours of the day, they call, seeking expert advice and words to live by. She is generous with both, and she cherishes each friendship she's made. Just last week, when discussing getting a new phone, she was worried about possibly losing her 300-plus contacts.

With my dear Leslie, many years ago.
When her grandchildren were young, her favorite pastime was playing board games. For hours, she would sit, tossing dice, spinning wheels or handling play money like a pro. When asked if she would rather be doing other things, she would smile and say no. She was busy making her mark on the next generation.

Some say she raised children like a pro, too. As the mother of three, she spent many hours guiding little feet in the paths of righteousness. Not with long, lecturing sermons of "do as I say." But by example.

Her three girls: Elaine, Dayle and Gayle

She never pointed out other people's faults. She never gossiped. She never raised her voice unless it needed to be raised. She honored her husband and put her children's needs ahead of any ambitions of her own.

She had no time for disobedience and disrespect. Her discipline for such offenses was swift and sure.

If money was a problem, her girls never knew it. They always had food to eat, clothes to wear and plenty of dirt outside to play in.

In her myriad years of living, she has suffered disappointment, heartache and grief. But she never complains. She believes all things work together for the good, and that silver linings are found on the darkest of clouds.

With her great-granddaughter, Audrey Emeline - a bright light in my life.
Today, her three daughters each have a grown daughter, and those three daughters have daughters of their own. She wishes she could see her children every day, but she makes the most of the time she is given.

Occasionally, someone says I look like this nominee for Best Mother in the World, and it is a compliment, for sure. But more than anything, I want to be like her. Hard-working. Faithful in small things. A woman who loves her family, values her friends and leaves a mark on generations to come.

Happy Mother's Day, dear mother. I love you beyond words.  ♦

This post is a revised version of my original column that appeared in The Dallas Morning News in 1999.
Original article was shared HERE.
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Friday, April 17, 2015

With Daddy in the Den ~ Savoring the Moments

 After a long day at work, I pointed my car east and headed to my parents' house, anxious to spend precious hours among the pines with the two people who love me most. Despite a whole lot of traffic, a little bit of rain, and a ferocious south wind, I made good time and arrived just before nightfall.

As usual, Daddy was at the front door with Mother right behind him, giving out hugs that made me question the sanity of living alone. Supper was still warm on the stove, and while they filled me in on the latest happenings, I consumed what was left of the shrimp casserole. The sound of their voices soothed me, and I fully released the stresses of my day.

After three games of dominoes, Mother puttered in the kitchen, preparing for lunch the next day. Daddy and I retreated to the den, where we sat talking about nothing really. At one point, he mentioned a song he had sung while ministering out-of-state recently, and then he began singing it. When he got to the chorus, I joined in with harmony notes. It’s an old song, and the chorus says:

When I look back down the road, where I laid my heavy load,
And I think of all the victories I've won;
Sometimes I get a thrill, when I look back down the hill,
And I see just where the Lord has brought me from.

The significance of the lyrics weren't lost on me as I harmonized with my 87-year-old father, walking the last miles of his journey, no doubt. Without warning, a tear rolled down my cheek, and then another, and another. How blessed I was to have had my father all these years, and how grateful I was for the indelible influences his faith has had on my life and on the lives of countless others. ♦

Saturday, March 28, 2015

A Blueprint for Letting Go and Letting God

Do you struggle with letting go of things (or people) you care deeply about, but have no control over? Have you tried to let go, but your anxious thoughts keep returning? If so, I used to be in your shoes, and this blog is for you.

It was about a year ago. Despite being a person of great faith, I found myself on a destructive path of tears, fears and chronic worrying. I knew I couldn't stay sane if I didn't stop my anxious thinking, but I didn't know how to exit the deadly roller coaster of giving my worries to God and picking them up again. Dear Lord, I whispered, as I prepared for bed that evening, I really need a blueprint for letting go of my worries. I can't continue down this ruinous path. Help me, please.

As odd as it might seem, I have a practice of reading my daily devotional at bedtime instead of morning, and as I opened it to the day's date, it was like God entered my bedroom and personally delivered the blueprint I so desperately needed. Each word was timely and inspirational, but the real recipe for letting go came at the end where the author shared a story about Dr. Edward Payson, a 19th Century preacher who was known as "Praying Payson."

Dr. Payson, while still a young man, once wrote to an elderly mother who was extremely worried and burdened over the condition of her son, He wrote,

   You are worrying too much about him. Once you have prayed for him, as you have done, and committed him to God, you should not continue to be anxious. God's command, "Do not be anxious about anything" (Phil. 4:6), is unlimited, and so is the verse, "Cast all your anxiety on him" (1 Peter 5:7). If we truly have cast our burdens upon another, can they continue to pressure us? If we carry them with us from the throne of grace, it is obvious we have not left them there. In my own life I test my prayers in this way: after committing something to God, if I can come away, like Hannah did, with no more sadness, pain, or anxiety in my heart, I see it as proof that I have prayed the prayer of faith. But if I pray and then still carry my burden, I conclude my faith was not exercised.

Needless to say, tears fell that night, and I laid my worries down and exited the roller coaster with peace in my heart. Have I been aboard the roller coaster since then? Of course. I'm human. But I don't ride it very long. I have a blueprint for stopping the madness, and every time I follow it, the madness stops.

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Friday, March 20, 2015

Spring is Springing!

It was the perfect day for escaping the office at lunchtime, and I couldn't resist the arboretum nearby. The intoxicating fragrance of blooms greeted me at the front gate. In a few weeks the gardens will be awash in color, but I love the initial bursts of spring that come and go so quickly. Tulips, for instance. Cherry blossoms. Dogwoods. Redbuds. Azaleas. Here are some pics for your viewing pleasure.

Winding ribbons of color. Thank you, Lord, for the wonderous works of your hands.

The white tulips took my breath away. "Amazing" isn't almost sufficient.

It had been awhile since I saw a blue sky.

The pines seemed to go on forever. Only the Creator could make it so.

I loved this fuzzy little bloom. Not sure what it is.

Bluebonnets. Made me homesick for Dallas.

A few lingering azaleas. Our endless rains stripped the bushes almost as they bloomed.

Daffodils. One of my springtime favorites.

Such a stunning shade of blue!

Anybody? I don't know what it is.

I loved this blooming tree, draped over the little walkway. Fuchsia. A fav color of mine.

Even the goldfish seemed to know that winter was past. How gracefully they glide through the water.

And finally....

The minute I saw the name of this herb, I had to snap a pic.
I think I've been called this on more than one occasion.

♥ ♥ ♥

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Sunday, March 15, 2015

Things Aren't Always As They Seem

 My twin sister and I wrote a children’s musical years ago called “Way Down Yonder In The Pumpkin Patch.” I wrote the songs first, and Dayle weaved in the dialogue. I found the live recording the other day, and it's been fun listening to it again. 

The musical communicated several valuable messages, among them the fact that what you look like on the outside doesn't always reflect what the inside is—in other words, an ugly pumpkin can still make a delicious pie.

To put that into a spiritual context, one of the songs is called “Inside Out.” The chorus says, “Inside out. Inside out. Why is it so hard to figure it out? God really knows what I’m all about. He sees me from the inside out.”

In today's world, where looks is an obsession and material things often define a person's success, it's easy to forget that things aren't always as they seem. Ugly sweaters can come in beautiful packages, filthiness can lurk in beautiful homes, and, yes, wickedness can dwell in spotless jars of clay. Only God knows what lies within, and he will have the final word.
♦ ♦ ♦

"Many will say to me in that day, Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in thy name? and in thy name have cast out devils? and in thy name done many wonderful works? And then I will profess unto them, I never knew you: depart from me, ye that work iniquity." 
Matthew 7:22-23

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Faith Filled Friday

Monday, February 9, 2015

Miss Audrey in the Park

I'll admit, I don't have much to say these days, and I'm sure nobody out there truly cares, which makes life so easy. I do have some photos to show you though. Lots. I've been wanting to take my beloved granddaughter to the nearby arboretum and shoot some pics of her in a little outfit I bought her for Christmas, and Saturday, I finally did.

Miss Audrey loves to laugh, and we had minutes of pure joy with her almost losing her breath, laughing so hard at something silly Nonni said. I almost lost my breath, too, sitting beside her in the swing, feeling her tiny fingers wrapped around mine, her innocence almost tangible in her striped sweater cap. I know these days are swiftly passing, and I'm making precious memories as often as I can.

Thanks to my twin for coming along and insisting I let her take a few shots of me and Audrey together. Although I wasn't really prepared for photos, I will forever cherish these pictures of this magical day.

To keep the blog from being longer than the Brooklyn Bridge, I've made collages for your viewing pleasure.