Wednesday, April 28, 2010

white flags of the heart

The following is an excerpt from a book called Voices of the Faithful. I have not read the book, this part was just shared to me by a friend. It really struck home and I found it to be very encouraging. I hope that it brings you some encouragement too! =)

I love new starts. I used to think I was so fond of them because detours to the pit made them a life necessity. I believed new beginnings were primarily for those drawn to cycles of self-destruction like me. Those who had been humiliated by sin AGAIN. After all, why would people living in any semblance of victory need a new start?

To the glory of God alone and His relentless grace, I haven't cycled back to that pit in years. But you could have knocked me over with a feather when I came to the startling realization that not all hardship is caused by sin. Sometimes difficulty comes to us smack-dab in the center of God's will. Anyone who lives life plugged into the human race, still bothering to give a rip, nearly loses heart for need of a new start. I've never gotten over the necessity of a fresh beginning. I'm guessing you haven't either.

God new we wouldn't. In fact, He created us that way. He fashioned the soul of man in its every intricacy and complexity before He ever breathed it into the ashen new body of Adam. We don't have a single soul-need God didn't deliberately initiate for His own purposes. Our souls crave new beginnings. Fresh starts. Calculate with me just how willing our compassionate God was to accommodate.

God Himself came up with the concept of an annual New Year's Day when He ordered creation and gave the sun and moon their instructions (Genesis 1:14) Though some cultures operate on a lunar schedule and others on a solar schedule, we share the original concept of a calendar year that begins with a specific day. Think how much you and I view segments of time in years. . .

God didn't think an annual new start was nearly enough. He who created the human psyche also compartmentalized those hundreds of days into 12 months. Every month we get a new first. But 12 new starts were not enough either. The very first verses of Scripture unfold a seven-day period of time we call a week. Think of how we look forward to the "weekend" and a subsequent new beginning on Sunday. Fifty-two new beginnings a year sounds like plenty, doesn't it? Ah, but not to God. He who configured our needy souls ordained the sun to rise every single morning and set every single evening. A curtain of darkness falls systematically on the scene of every single day, calling it history.

Ever had such a bad day that it seemed beyond redeeming? I had a really rough day last week. The problem wasn't just one thing. It was everything. Every phone call. Every e-mail. Every demand. Yes, even the elevator got huffy with me. I dragged my usually buoyant mood behind me on to the parking garage like a deflated balloon on a tattered string. And then I accidentally shut the car door on it. My husband, Keith, asked me early that evening if the day had gotten any better. I laughed and responded, "Nope. I think this one's just going to have to end, and let me start a new one tomorrow morning."

Sure enough, night fell and so did I. . . I pulled the covers over my head and slept off the exhaustion of the day. The next morning, the sun rose just as God promised it would, and I felt renewed and ready to go at life once again. I don't think I could have waited seven days for another new start. I needed one that would come in only hours. I bet you know what I mean.

The Bible says that God gives us new mercies every morning (Lam 3:23) The first of those mercies is the new morning itself. Here we are, you and I, making a new start together. A new year. Twelve new months. Fifty-two weeks. And 365 glorious days. . . . Once again, and not a moment too soon, the old has passed away. Behold, new things have come.
-Beth Moore

Sunday, April 18, 2010


ding. ding. ding. ding. ding. ding. ding.
ding. ding. ding. ding. ding.
ding. ding. ding.
ding. ding. ding. ding.
ding. ding. ding. ding. ding. ding.
ding. ding.
ding. ding. ding. ding.
ding. ding.
ding. ding.
ding. ding.
ding. ding.
Annoying right?

So I am getting gas and the car right on the other side of the pump is just about in sync with me.
(pulling up at the same time, selecting grade and so forth. . .)
But here was the kicker... the lady doesnt take her keys out of the ignition.
So what happens when keys are left in the car and the door is open?
Dinging. over and over and over again!
Some cars are annoying, and this one was no let down.
It seemed that my pump was the slowest one at the station, and hers must have been because her dinging car was there the WHOLE time I was.
I dont know if she had a hearing problem, and maybe it really just did not phase her. I guess if you do something long enough, you are immune to the warnings around you.
As I watched this lady go back and forth, arranging her front seat, cleaning out trash, the dinging is ever present and loud.
I had to think of my own life- though it took me getting on the road and away from the dinging before I could.
How often in my own life do I have warnings, that have become just white noise to me?
What things should I take care of- that are apparent to others, that have become drowned out to me?
Should I have said anything to that lady about her car? How would that have been taken?
How do I take reminders if someone brings a reminder to my attention?
Though highly annoying, may I never grow use to the "ding ding ding" in my life!

Friday, April 16, 2010

Hokies at Heart

I am sure that there are many posts out there about the VT Massacre that happened three years ago.

I am sure that the stories are still painful,

the memories still haunting,

and the loss still aching.

Time is said to heal all wounds, and I am sure that may happen as it continues to pass.

However I hope that some things never change....

I pray that the families that lost a child, sibling, friend, etc... will be able to move on in the memory of them, and hold to the good times that they shared.
I pray we never get too comfortable in where we are- not that we live in fear, but that we live aware, of those around us.
I pray we never forget to pray for the ones we love, cant stand, have never met, seem odd, best friends, the hurting, and the lonely.
I pray that we never forget to say I love you, and that we never forget what happened on this day, that it would serve as a reminder, and a challenge for us in the future.
To all the past, present, and future Hokies, and other students around at other schools:
May the grace of our Lord be with you, now and always. . .

Wednesday, April 14, 2010


There was an article written in a recent AiG magazine, that talked about the shear value and pricelessness of rubies! It went in to how wisdom is compared to rubies, as well as a Godly woman.
Today I celebrate your birthday mom! You are truly a Godly woman of great worth! An example to many, and my best mom-sister-friend-teacher... etc....
I hope that you have a wonderful birthday and feel as blessed as you are the blessing to many! Many daughters have done nobly, but you excel them all! - Prov 31:29
Love you and Happy Birthday!!!

Tuesday, April 06, 2010


I cant help what my ears hear.
When I am sweeping the floors at work, listening to people's conversations are very interesting.
Sometimes amusing.
Even disgusting.
Little kids always say the best things though.
A conversation I overheard one day: A lady was talking with her friends talking about the cleaning of her house. She said, "I must have done something wrong. The other day I was just vacuuming and my kids asked who was coming over!"
There are the conversations that I wish I had never heard, especially when it involves a child.
No one should hear foul language, but a kid! Really? I think- NO.
My dad has recently challenged us as a family with "4:29"
"Let no unwholesome word proceed from your mouth, but only such a word as is good for edification according to the need of the moment, so that it will give grace to those who hear."
Ephesians 4:29
As I go around work now, doing my job, the words I hear are a challenge to me. The people talking may not be aware that others are listening, but its true- you can be heard. When I am the customer in places, are my words to my friends and family ones that would make a person cringe? More so, are they words that would make Jesus cringe? Is my speech edifying and uplifting? Is it imparting grace to all those who hear... whether they were meant to or not?

Thursday, April 01, 2010


Ever have those dreams where everything was so real,
When you woke it seemed as a memory that had actually happened?
So real you could taste and smell the things around you and feel the people there?
Has it ever been one of those dreams where during it, your heart knew who the people were, but you could not recall their names or faces when you woke to- try as hard as you might...
I did.
I saw "him"
It was the strangest dream I have had in a long time. The events and players in it didnt make much sense, and I have no clue what I ate before bed to merit such a concoction, but alas, it was interesting, and yet, gave me some hope. =)
The dream was filled with odd people of my past and monster-like creatures that dont exist, and "him"
He was protecting me.
In my dream I knew exactly who "he" was.
We talked, and were there for each other, and I just knew.
When I woke, I couldnt remember what "he" looked like in the dream.
I could no longer see his eyes, or feel his hand in mine, I knew not his name or where he is.
I tried to think back and remember my dream. I couldnt think of the details, and one of my main characters was slowly fading from memory!
But, even though I dont know who "he" is, either in my dream or now, I know God does! It gave me such a hope! I know that my bestest most wonderful dreams dont even scratch the surface on the ones God has dreamed for me!
There is a band I like who wrote a song called "Dreams" (appropriate huh?)
But the chorus goes like this:

You made a dream
then You gave it to me
a dream that i know
only God could have dreamed
You never sleep
yet You dream dreams

God does have great dreams and plans for us. I want His- whatever they may be, whenever they may happen- for my life! I dont know when they will unfold, or how, but it has to be better then anything I can come up with!