Carving Out Some Time

To all my faithful blog readers…..

The past couple of weeks I have been so busy. As the days go on, I’ve often times thought, “I need to blog about this or that.” By the time I actually can sit down at my computer, I’m so tired I can hardly put my thoughts together. I guess we all go through seasons of life that seem busier than others.

Please stick with me. I will be back. I’m going to make a concentrated effort this week to carve out some blog time. I’ve got a lot to tell you!

I have stored up your word in my heart, that I might not sin against you. Psalm 119:11


Gritty Thoughts

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1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.

OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes on:


I have to laugh, the first thing I thought of when I saw Grit, was  the movie, True Grit. That led me to thinking about John Wayne.

Then I thought about sand and how difficult it is to clean sand  and grit out of clothes, when one is at the beach.

Thirdly, I was reminded of my days living in the South, and how all breakfast meals are served with a side of grits.

Hmmmmm….. I’m having one of those sort of days. My thoughts are a jumble. Sigh.

Grit…. it’s a great word for life. Isn’t it?  Grit is the rough patches in the daily life. The irritating. The stuff that rubs the wrong way.

We all have to deal with it.

What do I do when life gets gritty?

Go to the one that can count all the grains of sand. All the things that cause grit in my life. The ONLY one that understands it all.

Psalm 139 talks about how God is with me…..and the passage ends with these two verses:

 How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
 If I should count them, they would out number the sand.
When I awake, I am still with You.

Thank you, Lord!

When Walking In Pain

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This week we are continuing to talk about being Christ-centric.

Making Christ our center.

Keeping Him in the center of each day.

In the center of a life.


I’ve been thinking about pain, lately…

I cut my knee the other day. It bled a lot and it hurt.

I had a headache earlier this week and it made my neck stiff.

I don’t like pain. I don’t like to hurt. I try to shun it at all costs, if I can’t do that,  I learn to tolerate it.  Sometimes pain doesn’t show itself in a bloody knee, or a sore neck. Sometimes it shows itself, in ways that hurt to much to talk about.

Some days it is easier to deny the pain.

For awhile.

But then I’m forced to deal with it. Not always well. I struggle.

I am alone in my thoughts.

Isn’t that the way of the human heart?

The thoughts rush through me, much like a tsunami. I wonder if this is what it feels like to drown?

…A friend who is watching the son she once knew, slip away to a confusing medical diagnosis–and doctors who don’t hear her.

…Another friend who has to put his dear wife in a nursing home because her care has become to much for him

…A friend whose husband was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s, at 46

…A marriage dissolves

…A family that sits in an emergency room

…An unplanned pregancy

…Broken family bonds

…Poor decisions

…Hours cut at the job, when one is barely making ends meet

…A family member whose body is worn down from cancer treatments

…A widow, whose husband was taken from her by a man with a gun

And the list goes on.

Pain. Stinging pain.

How do I live a Christ centered life…how do I show Christ to others, when there is so much pain?

When the heart is burdened and the tears build

When an answer isn’t given

When nothing seems to make sense

When facing the dashing of dreams

or the certainty of death…

I want Christ in the center.

I want Him not just near me. I want to be full of Him.

I want to be reminded that I do not walk alone.

I need to remember that nothing can separate me from Him. Nothing.

38 For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,[a] neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, 39 neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.  Romans 8: 38-39


God, Can I Pencil You In?

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Calendars. To do lists. Schedules. Clocks.

I’m the type of personality that likes to keep things in order.

I like surprises…if it’s a party. Not so much, if it’s a life circumstance that I’m not ready for.

And yet…

I serve a God who is not chained to calendars or clocks.

His ways are not my ways. His thoughts are not my thoughts.

He does not consult my Daytimer to see if I can fit His plans into my schedule.

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the LORD. Isaiah 55:8 NIV

I’ll be honest with you. When Bonnie, at Faith Barista, posed the question, ”  What is something new God is asking you to step out in?”, I wasn’t sure what to write.

The truth is I’ve been through a lot of what most people would call “challenging” circumstances, in my life time. I’ll also be completely forthright with you by saying that there are many times when I say to God, ” You know Lord, I really am worn out….can’t I just ‘coast’ for a little while? You know, nothing too good, nothing too bad…just easy. Puh-leeze?”

I’m glad that God loves me enough to not let me sit around and grow stagnant. Even if that seems okay with me, at the time.

A former pastor of mine said something that has always stuck with me. We are either in the middle of a trial, getting ready to go into a trial, or we just came out of a trial. That is life…..and he is correct.  It is usually when I’m “in the fire” that I learn something new about God…something life changing for me.

I don’t know what new thing God is wanting me to step out into….at least not yet. I believe I’m in a waiting stage right now. Many times it is the waiting that grows me. The uncertainty that draws me to Him. The dependence on God, that through my weaknesses, He will be glorified.

There are a list of things I want to do. New things I’d like to try. Maybe those desires are seeds that God Himself has planted in my heart. It could be He wants to grow me for awhile longer. At times the waiting is difficult. I struggle. I’d like to schedule things into my life. But, God says no, not yet.

But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.  Isaiah 40:31  NIV

And so I wait.


Living The Moments

winter trees

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Outside the window, is gray.

The day, not sure whether to continue to clutch at winter

or move towards a rainy Spring.

My thoughts center around the gray in my life.

The “inbetween” days. The “not sure” times.

What do I do with those?

I stop.

I open my eyes.

I see the moments.

I’m beginning to realize that life is made up of the inbetween moments.

Not the life shattering surprises, or the mountain top experiences,

but in the all too fleeting moments of the everyday.

I don’t want to wake up, years from now, to regret.

I don’t want to speed through my days only to wish I had fully lived.

Lived in the moments.

Appreciating the smoky grays of the sky on a February morning.

The warm light in the kitchen.

The sound of my son as he excitedly tells me about a book he is reading.

The dog licking my toes.

My husband’s smile.

I slow down.

And I am thankful

to the One who gifts me with the moments.