I believe that from conception, we are destined to be on a strange journey until we leave this body and go to our eternal destination. I believe that we are on that strange journey partly because of the choices we make out of pride, selfishness, greed or even good intentions, but also because of the choices God makes in leading is toward Himself and a glorious eternity. I believe life is beautiful because everyone’s strange journey is unique. Even if it parallels another person’s journey, the giftedness of each person is unique, their looks or ethnicity is unique, their other relationships are unique, and these differences are part of the beauty. And all the twists and turns make it even more beautiful and hopefully closer to God. And my own personal story, wrought with glory, joy, happiness, intense pain, more intense pain, almost killed me pain, beauty, nature, travel, lots and lots of people, distance at times and now extreme closeness to God, music, art, leadership, degrees from formal education, life education, children, husband, and grandchildren, and weirdness. This has been the highlights of my life. I would not change a damn thing, not even the near death experiences, not even the depression, and definitely not all the good moments or those two seconds when life was perfect and I felt loved unconditionally by a person which faded fast. All of it and definitely my relationship with God my Father, I would not change one thing. It is accumulatively strange and beautiful. No one’s story is mine. No one’s mind is filled with my memories and story. These together are my steange and amazing journey. And yours is just as unique and strange.and beautiful. This is exactly as God designed and intended. Perfectly imperfect.❤
Ever get to a date that used to be memorized and celebrated but that person is no longer anywhere around for one reason or another, they passed to heaven, they left traumatically, they abandoned you or moved on from your life, they are far physically now, whatever the case may be? But the date remains planted there because it had rooted deeply before the separation occurred. That day is still a celebration because that person is still important, still loved, still valued for lessons learned. This is one of those days for me. A day of celebratory contemplation and missing.
And we do not have a memory like God does. It is so cool and powerful that God can choose to forget. We cannot. The scene can dim over time and fade to sepia tones but it can still be recalled, it does not disappear. Which is why we must be careful what goes into our minds. But God can forget. And it says in His Truth (the Bible) that His love impel Him to choose to forget our sins when we confess and repent and ask Him to remove them through Jesus. It disappears, as if it never existed. The enemy will use our memory against us and recall it to torture us, but those are lies and the truth is that God has lovingly chosen to wipe them out of history and existence. Just don’t go back to it.❤
Usually family fun days do not include my husband, who is notoriously anti-social except for music and thr security team on Sundays. He never wants to do anything, so usually family fun day is the three of us doing something free or cheap, like a park day, swimming and pool at mom’s club house, hiking Carter Lake, walking to Circle K for a soda pop, or something. But tomorrow we are all going to Busch Gardens! We got the fun pass for the rest of the year (thanks to my consulting job) and tomorrow is our first time using it. So excited! We rarely splurge on anything not music related but this will be great. Steve probably won’t go often but even one time is good the the kids’ memories. So excited for this family fun day outing. Thank you, God, for the patients you sent my way!😄❤
What we as Americans sink our teeth into is freedom. We have it on the backs of thousands and thousands of courageous men and women who went before us. We love our freedom. We breathe it. Our freedom has been threatened many times, sometimes from foreign threats and much more often by traitors with horrifying agendas. We have been saved, I firmly believe, directly by God in response to prayer and fasting of Christians who care about freedom. And God blessed us with a President, unlike the few we have had before that destroyed more than helped, who loves and protects freedom and knows the truth that God got us here. Freedom always has a past, a back story. It never stands alone. It is like a tall, beautiful, huge flower on a singular stem whose leaves have been plucked off. It cannot stand without support. History is that support. We must find the truth of it, teach our children and live in such a way that honors our forebears and keeps our freedom very much alive and protected and beautiful. D-day is a huge historic event that happened today at Normandy and along the French coast that helped freedom eventually win and proved the will and spirit of the good guys conquers more than the might and numbers of an evil force against it. This is worth every honor we give it and when we tell our children, we celebrate the warrior’s passion for freedom which put freedom before even their own life. They are incredible and I am so thankful for them. We must remember.❤
Many years of my life are hard for me to remember. I believe the psychologists of the day (yes, I had to study psychology while working toward my doctorate in the science of audiology) would say that I repressed or blocked memories too difficult to remember during times of extreme stress. And stress, I am afraid, has been a constant companion of mine much of my life. It is a wonder I am alive really, seeing how they are blaming stress for every illness known to man. Anywho, as God has healed my deep depression relatively recently, He is bringing back the memories I had forgotten in order for me to know the truth and forgive to free me. This process is surprising and beautiful. He reminds me of this good memory or this hurtful one to forgive or this one of me bad I have to ask forgiveness for, etc. And He is bringing them to me in bits I can handle calmly and remaining in peace and joy. And He is through this process drawing me closer to His presence. It is peaceful, joyful, beautiful, even the bad stuff. I am not bragging, I am observing and showing you what can happen if you pray all the time, fast, throw away all social media and addictions/distractions, and read your Bible. Draw close to God and really humbly pull toward Him and He rewards you with what you want… closeness to Him. And it is making me incredibly homesick for my best friend, friends and family. But I know God will comfort me until I can see them. Oh how I love and trust Him. Not really anyone else, but Jesus is my blessed Champion and Lord and oh how I love Him!❤
My Grandmothers were extraordinary, wise women who blessed my life richly with cooking strategies, sage advice, medical treatments and concepts, parenting thoughts, rich prayer life, church attendance, etc. They were amazing Godly women who loved and supported their family, which of course consisted of anyone who needed love. And I wish to emulate them in any small way and who I am is largely because of them. And here is my tribute to them and my shout of love to them in heaven. I love you, Grandma Batterson. I love you, Grandma Metzler. I love you, Great Grandma Harshman. Thank you so much!❤
Sometimes you just have to miss an important person from your pass. Miss them, think about them, love them, pray for them, wish them the best, and move the heck on. Sometimes you have to feel it and then walk on. It just is. And if that person was meant to be there and God wanted them there, they would be there. Accept it, miss them, cry for a bit if you need to, hug a trusted neck if you need to, and then keep moving. Stop if you need, then get up again and keep going. Has to be done. We got this. God helps.❤