Be Jesus, With Skin On…

Chicken soup is a common classic comfort food ...

I’m still not feeling 100% back to my normal self. I really detest being sick. It gets in the way of so much! Today finds me wearing my black, yoga pants and a favorite turquoise colored T-shirt. This ensemble does nothing for me, really…..but, it is comfortable. Isn’t that what we all want when we’re not feeling our best?

Sometimes we might feel better with some chicken noodle soup, HGTV and a box of tissues for our stuffy noses. Other times it is not that easy. There are times in life when what we have to go through is hard, rough, or painful. Comfort is difficult to see, much less, feel. We find ourselves searching in vain for what can make the hurts of life, better.

And for some…the road can be rough, and the journey a test of endurance.

Too tired to see, and too exhausted to take another step…. she stops. And waits in the darkness. For someone. For anyone. To care.

Recently, I read the quote by Henry David Thoreau….”The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.”  Something haunts me about that line. It always has. How many people live their lives in that way?

God didn’t create us to be alone……and that is good. Sometimes we go through things in life, and at the time, those things are difficult. The problems seem to loom large and one wonders if they will ever be over with? Will there ever be a “normal” again? And then, the only thing that is really needed and wanted is someone to hold your hand. Wipe a tear. Give a hug. Be present.

Be that person for someone.

Be Jesus, with skin on.

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.

2 Corinthians 1:3-4 NIV

 

Seeing The Miracles

There are two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle….

How do you see life?

As a gift? A miracle? A treasure?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The flowers with open faces to the sun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The brilliant fire that is Autumn. A blaze of glory.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Celebrating the days, all the days, that become years.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love…sharing a life together. Embracing the journey.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Quiet, peaceful moments. Gathering thoughts. Enjoying time.

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Precious new life…sweet softness…baby scent. Tiny fingers and toes.

 

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Always giving thanks to God the Father for everything, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.  Ephesians 5:20 NIV

There Are Always Things To Be Thankful For…

There are always things to be thankful for…

I continue to learn this truth–sometimes with a joyous smile on my face and unfortunately at other times, with my lips tightly pursed.

1,000 Gifts

1,000 Gifts (Photo credit: LearningLark)

Thanksgiving is a discipline and as with all discipline, sometimes it can sting. I’ll be honest–there are days when I cross my arms and the only words my mouth can form are dark and griping words. My vision is blurred by the want(s)…and my thoughts dwell on my lacking. There is frustration with the mundane, the routine, the daily occurrences that leave me frustrated with the ordinary. Complaining is so much easier. It seems more normal…all too often it is.

A little over a year ago, I found Ann Voskamp’s book, One Thousand Gifts. Her grace filled words set me on a journey. A journey to learn true thankfulness. The Lord used her poetic prose to stir me. The book left me with a desire to discipline myself to be grateful. To give thanksgiving to my Heavenly Father for everything.

Is this journey easy? Do I still struggle. Of course! I am human and my heart’s desire does battle with my strong, stubborn will. And yet, I move forward…inching ever closer to my God who has blessed me beyond what I ever could have imagined on my own.

He didn’t have to. Give me gifts, I mean.  No where does it state that God owes me. He doesn’t.  He owns all things, so anything He gives is a gift, right? Isn’t that so?  I would not take one more breath of air, if it weren’t in His plan. The sun would not rise tomorrow if not for His command.

And before you think that I can’t relate, or I don’t “get” pain or struggle–and where, by the way, is the blessing in that??? Let me say I have struggled…and continue to do so…Life is not easy, not for any of us.

Thanksgiving is not about ease, not about fancy clothes, big houses, or perfect families. That life would be a fairy tale. For those of us that live in reality, thankfulness is a choice. I choose to give thanks to the One most deserving.

Always giving thanks to God the Father for everything, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.    Ephesians 5:20 NIV

And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.    Colossians 3:17 NIV

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Thankful…always thankful

* a husband who is committed to me, even when I act unlovable

* beautiful music that feeds the soul

* storm clouds that roll across the sky

* fuzzy springtime chicks

* kisses left on scruffy boy-man faces

* beautiful locks of daughters hair

* a chance to practice having a servants heart

* my mom’s encouraging words

* blended family–and knowing, there is indeed life after a death

* old friends

* new friends

* quiet stillness

* each breath I take

* walks around the property

* a beautiful new necklace that reminds me I’m chosen (2 Thessalonians 2:13)

* daily provision

* journaling  my life

* good health

* promises kept

* shelter from life’s storms

* hope…always, hope!

God, Are You There?

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A decade has come and gone, and yet I still remember those early days…

God, are you there?

A whisper in the darkness… my voice deep with emotion.

Do you hear me?

Heart heavy with the grieving

My emotions bleeding out all over the floor.

Too exhausted to even raise my head,

I lay prostrate-

the scratch of the carpet against my face.

Whispers to The One who promises me He will never leave me

I am humbled and broken.

The living room becomes a most holy place

as I quietly worship, through tears, the One who I know is a defender of widows

and a father to the fatherless.

“A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling.”  Psalm 68:5 NIV

The loss of my first husband and my journey through the valley of the shadow of death is just part of my story.

All glory be to God, that it was not the end of my story!

He takes the broken. The bruised. The hurt. The sad. The angry. The bitter.

The Great Physician performs surgery on the heart,

and breathes new life into a grieving soul.

After stumbling in the darkness of grief, I know that joy comes in the morning.

I also know that joy comes after the mourning.

Joy does come again.

“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted

and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”  Psalm 34:18 NIV

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The She Speaks conference is about women connecting to the hearts of  other women, and more importantly connecting to the heart of God. If you might be interested in going to this conference, please visit Ann Voskamp’s blog at A Holy Experience, where she is offering a scholarship opportunity for the conference.

My name is Dawn. The name means “sunrise” and is often used to signify new beginnings.  That is what God did for me. I am a new beginning through Him.

I am living, breathing proof of God’s tender love and mercy.

When the pain is so great that words are not enough…

God will meet you there.

It is because of this, that my heart’s desire is to help others who are suffering through the loss of a loved one.

“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. For just as the sufferings of Christ flow over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort overflows.”  2 Corinthians 1:3-5  NIV