Are you on your way home?

Father in Heaven, may these words come directly from You and be received in the manner that You intend. In Jesus name, Amen.

 

Hi all! Grab your seat at the table and let’s chat.

 

When my kids began driving, I wanted them to text me when they reached their destination so I could rest easy knowing they were alright. Now this didn’t necessarily include the short trips just down the street, but more about the ones that would take more then say twenty minutes to get there.

 

I know this has probably been a little over the top but it keeps me sane! Being blind, I can’t just jump in the car and rush off if, God forbid, something happened. I know there are apps to track where people are now but again, they don’t really work for me. So we agreed that this was a reasonable option. It doesn’t really apply anymore with my son since he is living on his own now. However, we do like him to text if he were to go out of town.

 

Well even though my daughter is almost nineteen, she drives about thirty minutes to work so I still like for her to text me when she gets there and when she is on her way home.

(side note) A few weeks ago she texted that she was on her way home and the time she should have been home came and went. forty minutes… fifty minutes… one hour… yeah, we began to panic. She wouldn’t answer her phone even after multiple calls from both her father and myself. Then we heard a flight for life helicopter fly over coming from the direction she would have been coming from. Full on fright set in now and we got in the car to trace her trail. About half way towards her work place, she called me back. “I forgot my phone was on silent!” she yelped knowing we were likely to be upset. “My co-workers and I got to talking and lost track of time.”

Both anger and relief swept over her father and I. Turning around, we went home and just a bit later, our daughter arrived at home.

 

The fear we felt was real and this is why, we explained to her again, why we like for her to text when she is on her way. She understood and after all emotions were settled, we called it a night.

 

The text we ask our daughter to give us is that steadfast reminder that she is indeed on her way home. Safely within the protection of her father’s and my care. She keeps connected to her parents by letting us know she is on her way home.

 

Have you texted your Father to keep in touch and let Him know you are on your way home? Have you been in connection with Him?

 

2 Corinthians 5:1 “For we know that if the tent that is our earthly home is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands eternal in the heavens.” (ESV)

 

When we stay connected with our heavenly Father, we have this promise. No matter what happens here to our earthly home, we have one already prepared for us in heaven. One that can’t be destroyed. It’s made by the master carpenter Himself. We can pray and read God’s word and follow the plans He has for our lives, then have the assurance that we are on our way home.

 

Seeking God first is our text to let our Father know that we are still on our way home. This world is not our final destination. We have an eternal sin free home awaiting us and we are just on the journey to get there. Keeping in touch with our Father to let Him know we are on our way home is a delight to Him. Keep texting Him (AKA – praying, reading, doing).

 

I long for the day when I no longer have to “text” God, but to walk and talk with Him face to face. My daughter often says she’d rather talk to us about anything, face to face. How about you? Will you “text” God and let Him know you are on your way home? Are you looking forward to the day you can see Him face to face?

 

 

 

 

A message for Monday

Good Monday morning to you! I hope the sun is shining where you are. I have this passage I want to share with you today…

 

Romans 8:24-25 “For in this hope we were saved, now hope that is seen is not hope, for who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.” (ESV)

 

Have you ever been on a job interview and immediately got offered the job? You would no longer hope that you get it. You already know it’s yours. But if you have to wait for a given amount of time, then you have hope that you get it.

 

We demonstrate our hope in the Lord by having patience and trust in His plans. We show that trust by simply waiting for Him to carry them out and not trying to manufacture our own results. Pray for the patience to wait and keep your hope in Christ alive!

 

Blessings friends and have a great week!

Back to our regularly scheduled program…

Father in Heaven, may these words serve to witness and glorify Your name. In Jesus name, Amen.

 

Well hello everyone! Though I will still be continuing to work on my book, I’ll be able to get back on track with posting now. Thank you so much for allowing me this wonky posting schedule… or lack of a schedule. I’d like to fill you in on how the conference was if I may?

 

The first day of the conference was kicked off by my publisher meeting at 9:30 a.m. I was quite nervous but prayed for God’s peace to wash over me. As soon as the meeting began, the agent I met with, Judy, made me feel much more relaxed. She was very down to earth and relatable. Taking my first mental note of the day, I wanted to remember how she interacted with me so I could interact with people in the same gentle manner.

 

Our conversation went from ministry to my book subject in just a few minutes. When preparing for this meeting, I followed all the instructions of what was needed for this time. Focusing completely on the items requested, I didn’t write a book proposal. Now who comes to a publisher meeting without a book proposal right? Well in the writing world, I’ve learned you are too follow the instructions the publisher gives and nothing more. So I back burnered the proposal for now.

 

However, after asking me to put the purpose and desire of my book into a verbal context, per her request, she asked me the million dollar question… “Do you have a book proposal?”

 

It honestly felt like the kiss of literary death. I paused for only a moment and she picked up on my hesitation. “Um… no, actually I… I… was focused on the one sheet for our meeting and…” I stammered.

 

Judy was very gracious and understanding. She said it was no problem that I didn’t have it ready right now and offered to Email me a book proposal check list. I greedily accepted her offer. In the Email correspondence she told me to feel free to submit my proposal to her. Whaaaaaat? Did I seriously just get a second chance to submit my proposal? Yes… Yes I did. Praise God!

 

This doesn’t mean a contract of course, but it’s a good sign when an agent wants the proposal. So guess what I’ll be working on? However I won’t have to break from posting here. I’ll be offering some snip-it’s from the book and I’m going to work on a ten day devotional for my awesome readers.

 

As for the conference itself? Well it was amazing! Even though it had to be virtual this year, it was a beautiful medley of spiritual women coming along side other women to walk with them a little on this writing and speaking journey. I felt so spiritually fed and nourished. I have a much more focused and clear vision for my calling. I know my message in this season of life. I also learned that my message will change according to that season of life I may be in.

 

I have a strong hearts desire to share this message of brokenness and redemption. Not just healing and moving past or learning to live with our hurts, but to see them in a whole new polished purposeful light. I can’t wait to see how God weaves these pieces together and create a ministry that He is leading.

 

Whether it’s on a page or a stage, I want to minister to other women who feel forever broken with no real purpose. Is that you? Do you feel like your hurts and brokenness is in vain? May I walk beside you in this journey if even only for a few miles?

 

I’ll be seeking to expand my speaking opportunities when that’s possible again. I feel so on fire for this and I am thankful to have all of you on this journey.

 

Please please let me know of your felt needs and how I can better serve you. That’s my desire… to serve my readers. After all… we should be served while sitting around the table, right? Blessings to you all! See you soon!

It’s almost time!

Oh my… I’m getting quite nervous! I have just about twenty-two hours left before my publisher meeting. Yet I feel very much like I am doing the right thing. I want to share a few thoughts with you about moving forward in plans we set for ourselves when we ask God to lead them.

 

Proverbs 16:3 says “commit your work to the Lord, and your plans will be established.” (ESV)

 

For a long time I struggled with figuring out if I had misheard God’s instruction when moving forward in my plans and not seeing the results i thought should be there. I always believed that if God asked me to do it, then it would be visibly successful. If it wasn’t, then I obviously heard God wrong, right?

 

But let’s look at this verse again… it says to commit our plans to God. So we make our plans, ask God to lead, and leave the results up to Him,and all this should take only the time it takes to carry out the plans right? This verse says our plans will be established, it doesn’t say when or how.

 

We commit our plans and wait for God. I have been planning to be a published author for many years but here I am… almost forty-seven years old and I am only pitching my book for the first time tomorrow. Every published author has gone through the process of many years of rejection letters before getting their book published. What does that mean for a gal in her late forties? It can leave her feeling a bit like she may have missed the boat, I can tell you that much.

 

But when examining this verse, I realize that as long as I’m committing this dream to the kingdom of God and leading others to Him, then when that happens is never too late.

 

When planting a garden, we understand that there is a waiting time before the harvest. If we pick tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, squash, or any other veggie too early, it will not be ripe or ready to eat. It will be bitter and tough and unusable. So when committing our plans to God, we must wait until it’s time to harvest. Wait for the time of ripening.  The harvest will be plentiful when we wait for the right time to pick.

 

I am so looking forward to the Autumn season when the harvest is ready and all the beautiful fall foliage is blazing with fiery reds, oranges, and vibrant yellows. It is my favorite season. It reminds me to be patient when waiting for the harvest I’m supposed to gather to be ready. It’s all in God’s time to be established.

 

What I learn during this time will be invaluable. I will be able to grow and ripen even more and possibly reap a greater harvest. If I take away nothing more then that, it will be more then worth it!

 

Results to come soon! Blessings to all of you!

 

Oh my goodness… I miss you!

Hi table family! I was sitting here checking my Email and it just hit me… I miss you guys! It seems like forever since I’ve posted and I miss hearing from you. I have almost six chapters completed on the book and I’ve had to revisit some difficult and emotional times in my life in this process. I’ve replayed my abusive relationship, my dear sweet “kid sister’s” tragic accident, my first diagnosis of significant sight loss…

 

But I know in my heart that all things work together for good to those who love God (Romans 8:28). I just feel so strongly that God has put in place this particular conference in this way for so many women who have a calling to write and speak for the Lord. I feel this calling. I feel it is coming together for such a time as this (Ester 4:14). God has a time for every matter under heaven (Ecclesiastes 3:1).

 

This week is prep week for the conference and my publisher meeting. I have dreams of hearing the words from a publisher of this caliber, “We love this idea… how soon can you have the book ready?”

However I also know that I have to rest in God’s plan and trust that He will use my writing in His way. I have pondered this thought before… is His way enough? I want to believe that the words God has impressed me with will reach far and wide. But if He see’s fit to reach a hand full of people and they are lead closer to Jesus in the process… will I be okay with that? This makes me really evaluate why i do what I do.

 

I may have several posts go up and not know who has been touched by any of them. But then I’ll hear from one of you that it was just what you needed to hear or you were so moved by the post or you will remember that Bible verse now. That… that is why I do what I do. I have found myself missing the simple week to week posts here and I’m looking forward to getting back on track.

 

So as I ponder yet again, is writing for an unknown amount of readers okay with me? Is God’s plan good enough for me? Yes. I’ve had to stop running in the proverbial circles and find my “groove” in writing. I love giving analogies that help someone see a particular verse more clearly. I love helping someone get just a bit more understanding about how much God loves them. My heart swells when someone says “wow, I never looked at it like that”, with a big smile that I can actually hear!

 

So I pray the words anyone reads on this blog has been beneficial or helpful or even just made someone want to dig into God’s word more. I pray God’s tool box has my writing in it and He has just the right job to use me on.

 

Side note: my husband Jeremy is a master carpenter so I tend to use a lot of tool type analogies. Wink

 

Your prayers would be so appreciated this week and I’ll keep ya posted on what happens, even if it’s the advise to keep working. I’ll talk to you all soon! Blessings my friends.

Does the Puzzle Piece Fit?

Father in Heaven, I pray these words You have laid on my heart reach people in the way that makes sense. Lead us Lord. In Jesus name, Amen.

 

Hi all! I know this isn’t my regular posting time, but I was impressed with these words tonight. I hope it makes sense the way it does in my own mind. Here we go…

 

I was thinking about everything going on in our world right now. Pandemic, racial tensions, financial crisis, loss, and on and on…

 

We can wonder if the pieces can ever be put back together. It makes me think of a puzzle. I myself cannot do puzzles but i can see the draw to them. If I could see to sit and piece together a puzzle, I do believe I would be hooked. I could imagine the gratification of finding the two pieces that fit together and slipping them into place.

 

In the middle weeks of the Quarantine, my son decided to take on a puzzle. Now because I can feel the straight edges of the pieces I was able to help him separate those pieces from the others. Then he began separating the other pieces into colors. This made it a little easier to search for the right pieces throughout the process of putting it together.

 

He worked on it a little each night and after about a week, he was closing in on the full puzzle being put together. But then the most frustrating thing happened when piecing a puzzle together… there were missing pieces! About three I believe. He searched high and low for the pieces but came up empty handed. Feeling defeated and like he had wasted his time, he sat back staring at an incomplete puzzle. It was fractured. It was unsatisfying. Then I offered a suggestion…

 

“Why don’t you take markers and color in the blank spaces with similar tones to fill in the blanks?”

 

After thinking for a moment, he felt like that might work. At least it wouldn’t be so noticeable. So he agreed that was a good compromise.

 

As I ponder this puzzle piece problem, I think of how much this is like what we are facing today. Our puzzles are missing pieces and we feel incomplete. We feel unfinished and a little hollow. There are things missing that we may not find the pieces to fit in our puzzle. We may search high and low for the familiar pieces that have always fit before. The ones that were specifically made to settle into the exact right place. But we cannot find them.

 

Now, as we see that these pieces are missing and the new normal suggests that those few missing pieces may not be found, we need to color in those spaces with similar but new colors.

 

Taking something that we might not normally use to fill in the blanks can make the missing pieces not so noticeable. It may even work out so well that no one would even be aware that the empty spaces are filled in with new colors  unless you pointed them out.

 

Maybe things have changed for you permanently with this pandemic or racial tensions or losses… try seeking out some similar colors to fill in the empty places. Eventually it won’t feel so much like missing pieces and it will blend in and fill the gaps.

 

This might look like joining a church, starting a book club, forming a prayer group, creating an on line platform to inspire others. Whatever your colors may be, they can serve to fill in the empty spaces and bridge the open spots.

 

I pray this gives you food for thought and it inspires you to get out the markers and choose some colors. Blessings my dear readers… blessings.

 

 

I’ll still post… some.

Father in Heaven, I pray my words here will be understood and felt with my hearts intent. In Jesus name, Amen.

 

Good morning all! I want you all to be reminded of how much my table family means to me. If it were not for all of you, I would have no reason to post. My heart and loyalty is with you all.

I am in the midst of finishing the book I started several months ago. More like a year ago. I have an opportunity to sit down with a very prestigious publishing company at the end of July. This means I have to hustle to get my book at least mostly completed. I have much research to do and people I need to contact. I am writing about how to not only heal from the damaged areas in our lives, hearts, and minds, but maybe even see them as blessings… stepping stones to where we might be in our spiritual lives.

Your prayers would be much appreciated for this. My point in telling you this… other then just sharing it with you… is that my posting may be a little irregular during this time. I pray you will all stick with me and be confident that my commitment to all of you is very important to me. I’ll try to be as regular as I can, but I seem to get caught up in the writing and not realize what day it is or even what time it is.

I appreciate your patience and support with and for me. I’ll keep you posted with what’s happening in this journey and I’ll share thoughts from the book with you as well. I hope you all have a very blessed day and I’ll talk to you soon! Hugs to you all!

My Table Cloth Reminds Me of My life

Father in Heaven, I pray these words are woven together in a pattern that best glorifies You. Let this message be felt by all those who read or listen to it. In Jesus name, Amen.

 

Welcome table family! Welcome to my table. I have a blueberry pie candle burning, some lovely piano music playing, and my cup of coffee. I hope you have your essentials and are ready for our chat.

 

One of the things I find most relaxing to do is sewing. Now mind you I don’t sew extraordinary master pieces that can be found only in high end boutiques. No, we’re talking simple things like pillows, fabric coasters, pot holders… easy stuff like that.

 

One thing I have recently started making that I really love to do is table cloths. When I stitch a pillow, it only takes me maybe a half hour to make a couple of them. I hand stitch these so if they were being stitched on a sewing machine it would probably only take minutes to complete them. However I haven’t learned how to use a sewing machine so I just hand stitch. It’s very soothing so I’m not sure I would use a machine if I could.

 

I have a little device that threads the needle and it’s been a game changer for me. Right now I’m making a table cloth for the summer months. Well… I know we are sneaking up on July already so it won’t be on as long as some of my other ones, but it’s been a bit crazy ’round here. But never-the-less, it will be on for a couple of months.

 

It’s reversible, like the one I made for spring, with a black and white gingham print and little bunches of cherries scattered on it! Oh My, when I saw this print, I just fell in love. Well, my daughter described it to me and I fell in love. The other side is just solid red to be used for Valentines or maybe even the Christmas holidays.

 

I have matched up the edges and began sewing the two very large pieces of material together. It’s such a large piece because my table is very large. It seats eight but it’s the counter top height and it is more like a square so it’s wide. I love this table but I rarely can find a store bought table cloth to fit it. So I began making my own.

 

As I sit in my chair by the fireplace, which happens to be in my dining room, I again turn on my music and lay out the material and begin stitching. I weave the needle through and then back through the opposite way. Pushing the needle away from me and then pulling it back towards me. The thread begins holding the edges of the material together and I continue along the edge. I actually have to stitch two panels of the same material side by side in order to have the cloth be wide enough for my table. So there is a double sewing job going on here. Right now I have the two pieces stitched for both the cherry side and the solid red side. I am working on getting the whole thing stitched together to form the whole table cloth.

 

I would have to say the most frustrating thing that happens is when the thread gets tangled and knotted. I have to stop sewing and work out the knot and then I can continue. Sometimes it takes longer then others. But it’s part of the process.

 

This makes me think of how life works sometimes too. All the events in our lives are being woven together to form one piece that is our story. Each event get’s stitched to the next and then the next and then the next…

 

Along the way we’ll encounter losses, break-ups, moving, changing jobs, changing churches, changing friends, etc. All these things are woven together and occasionally there will be some knots to work through. Some will take longer then others but once we work through them, it is back to stitching.

 

Psalm 139:13 “For You formed my inward parts, You knitted me together in my mother’s womb.” (ESV)

 

God has woven us together with loving thread. He meticulously and thoughtfully stitched us together, making sure to use a holy needle. He knew there would be knots we would have to work through as our lives were lived and each experience would be stitched to another. But the result is a beautiful cloth that is You! God will help us work through the knots and He will re-thread the needle with His thread when we ask Him to.

 

Will you ask God to re-thread the needle? Will you ask Him to help you work out the knots? Friends He created you, He wants you to be able to work through the knots of your life. Ask Him to help you so you can get back to stitching.

 

Blessings to you my dear readers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Message for Monday

Hello table family! I hope you all are well. I pray Father’s day was a blessing for you. We celebrated last Sunday (June 14) because my husband had major surgery on the eighteenth so we knew he wouldn’t be up to a cook-out or anything else on Father’s day.

 

I looked up this verse today and felt like it was quite powerful in our world’s circumstances right now…

 

James 5:16 “Therefore, confess your sins to one another and pray for one another that you may be healed, the prayer of a righteous person has great power as it is working.” (ESV)

 

This verse advises us to confess to a fellow human being when we have done wrong by them and ask for forgiveness. In addition to that, pray for them. Pray for others. When we pray a righteous prayer, this is to say a prayer that is pure in heart, it is powerful! Doesn’t our world today need prayer? Don’t we all individually need prayer? Then pray! It is powerful.

 

Blessings to you all.

My Table Will Only Be set for Three

Father in Heaven, I pray these words are filled with Your Spirit and touch hearts as needed. In Jesus name, Amen.

 

Well come on in and pull up a chair. Here’s a hot beverage for you. Muffins and fruit are on the table so let’s get to chatting huh?

 

I remember when I found out I was pregnant with my son. I was to afraid to look at the at home pregnancy test myself. First off, I knew I most likely wouldn’t be able to see that little line anyway. My vision has significantly worsened since then but I still probably wouldn’t have seen it clearly even back then.

 

My husband and I talked about it and decided we wanted to begin our family and so I also didn’t want to be disappointed at only seeing one line on that test. This was a little over twenty-one years ago. I sat at our dining room table and rung my hands while my stomach did flip-flops. Three minutes never seemed so long before. I lay my head down on the table as soon as the timer dinged.

 

My husband got up and went into the bathroom where the test lay on the counter. A few seconds later he silently emerged. Head still down on the table, I felt him kneel down beside me. Lifting my head and facing him, I prepared to hear that it was negative. He kissed me on the cheek and whispered “you’re pregnant”.

 

My heart leapt and my stomach did a knew kind of flip-flop. We both shed tears and set off to tell our families the news. Months later I would find out during the ultra sound that we were having the first grandson on both sides of our family. Once he out-grew his little bouncy chair and could sit in his high-chair, we pulled it up to the table and I began setting the table for three.

 

Here we are twenty years later and I am not waiting for the test results. I’m waiting for the moving vehicles. My son has reached the next phase of life and is getting his first apartment. I sat in his room last night folding and boxing up clothes. I remembered the day I waited for the test to reveal that I would be a mother. I picked out very different clothes back then. I chose his first little jumper with miniature tools down the legs. Now He loads up his car with his tools and heads to work.

 

My Mama heart bleeds for the fact that my son is leaving home but I am truly excited for him to begin a new chapter. My daughter is still here with me thankfully. But it occurs to me that I will now be setting the table for three once again.

 

Ecclesiastes 3:1 “For everything there is a season and a time for every matter under Heaven.” (ESV)

 

I am reminded of this verse when I am feeling like I just can’t let my son go. Every time I feel like maybe he’s not ready, every time I feel like I’m not ready, I remember that there is a time for everything to happen. The plans may be painful at times but God understands this and He will walk us through times like this.

 

Have you ever felt like something changed or happened in your life and you just needed someone to listen? You didn’t need them to change it or say the right things or do anything to help. You just needed them to hear you and be there for you. This is what your best friend Jesus does.

 

I will be heart broken for a time but I will adjust to this new normal. There has been so much of that lately. Let’s walk this journey of “new normal” together okay? Remember this verse, dear readers,  when it feels like you can’t handle something or life throws more changes at you. I’ll be praying for my sons new journey and I would appreciate your prayers for him as well.

 

Blessings to you my table family. My love to all.