Wandering The Path

Spiritual Reflections from Debi Moses

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“For it is God who is at work in you, enabling you both to will and to work for his good pleasure.”  Philippians 2:13

I know God is at work in me, and man oh man he has his hands full. Even my exercise schedule is in the tank, unless the babies come to visit.  Their mere existence is a deluxe workout with the biggest challenge being getting them dressed. That’s why I get up at the crack of dawn before they do to have a head start. Most are big enough now to dress themselves, but when they weren’t it was quite an adventure. Want to try my new workout that was birthed from dressing five grandkids?

Let’s rock it. Close one eye, bend over at the waist, jump up and down and button a button on your shirt. If you didn’t fall down or poke yourself in the eye and got your button in the hole, you have survived Session 1 in my new workout video, “Grandkids Rock”. Now do you get what I mean? I bet many of you have had this same workout. It’s quite an experience.

When tiny buttons emerged in my life nine years ago that is exactly what’s it was like when you try to dress them. Those miniscule little holes on their clothes that you have to shove in a tiny little button in while they wiggle away appeared. As they grew, they graduated into t-shirts and now they are able to dress themselves. It’s was a big accomplishment in their little lives but it brought a little sadness in mine. 

I wonder if Jesus feels like this at times? He works so hard to get into our hearts and then when he’s in, we just say, “I got this. I can do it myself.” That thought process has caused me a lot of grief and heartache along the way. He just wants us to let him slip in and make himself at home so we can do his will.

As God has worked in me, I have worked my way through the styles of dressing through the years. Cute short skirts and sleeveless shirts, to pants and long sleeve shirts that you roll up to stay cool, but cover up your flabby arms. If you haven’t made the transitions, get ready. You will unless you’re gifted with great genes and a great workout plan. And you guys, don’t think you haven’t done it too.  You’ve gone from cute fitted golf shirts, to roll up button downs to the standard fishing shirt in every color. If we work our way through life loving and living for our Father like we have the stages of life, we will see our blessed One when we look inside our hearts as He easily slides into the big buttons that open into our heart.

Ponder This:

  1. Is anything blocking your heart?

2. Is it hard for Jesus to get in?

3. Do you have an “workout” program for Jesus?

Pray with Me:

Dear Lord of my heart,

You work so hard to get in, and all I have to do is open up my heart.

Dancing for you!

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 I hope you’ll be my walking partner as I navigate my way through a life of whimsy, grace, and a lot of love for our Savior. You can read about my adventures on this blog, Wandering the Path, or if you’d rather, join me on my podcast Wandering the Path with Debi.

And remember, as my Auntie used to say, “No matter how bumpy the journey, your path has already been cleared!

Its Laundry Day

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“Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, “This is the way; walk in it.” Isaiah 30:21

Who has time to do laundry when you’re changing addresses? You’ve gotta understand life takes on a whole new meaning when moving day approaches. I’ve been known to just pack all the dirty clothes. It’s not really a big deal, and it’s a good way to break in the new washing machine. Who has time to even think about laundry? 

Obviously laundry was on my brain last week when I promised you we were going to talk about this exciting topic. Who knew I would be here gazing upon piles of laundry with visions of packing boxes and wrapping paper crossing my mind.  Whether I turn right or left I hear God’s voice.  Who has time to be thankful they have a roof over their head?  Who has time to be joyous when they are about to make new friends?  Who has time to sit and relish in the moment of a new adventure?  I guess that would be me.  

Those of you who know the Moses’ family know that every five years or so, our feet start itching, and moving boxes magically begin to appear in the garage.  I guess we hear the voice behind us saying, “Get moving guys.” Lake life has been fun, but God is calling us on a new journey for Him. Who is guiding us when we make these little moves? I hate to blame them on Him, but he is my guide. There’s nothing wrong with living life to the fullest and following where God leads you, nor is sitting in your nice comfy chair and watching the sunsets. God leads us, he guides us, and if we follow His leading, we are on the right path. Who has time to pray, who has time to sit with him, who has time to call on him when things get frustrating? Yep, that would be me again. There’s always time for our Lord.

He’s always on my mind and he is always on my heart. He’s even there when I say, “Oh Lord none of these paint colors are right”! He’s also there when I utter my prayer of thankfulness that I have a wall to paint and  talented painters whose smiles grace me each day behind their masks. I’m even thankful that I have laundry to do.

God is with me every step of the way. When I complain and whine about moving so much, it always comes back to this, “My journey has led me to make new friends along the way who have made indelible marks my life and formed me into the person I am today. As I sit and write to you today I think, “Debi, you have prayers to say, laundry to do, and most of all a Jesus to sit with”. He assures me, “This is the way; walk in it.” 

Ponder This:

1.  Do you ever question God’s plans for you? 

2. What are you thankful for as you live your life?

3. How is God leading you to walk your life these days?

Pray with Me:

Dear Guide of my life,

Thank you for leading me to say yes to you. Thank you for letting me hear you and be thankful for laundry and the lives that got it dirty and those that made it just for me.

I’m turning the washing machine on!

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 I hope you’ll be my walking partner as I navigate my way through a life of whimsy, grace, and a lot of love for our Savior. You can read about my adventures on this blog, Wandering the Path, or if you’d rather, join me on my podcast Wandering the Path with Debi. 

And remember, as my Auntie used to say, “No matter how bumpy the journey, your path has already been cleared

A Surprise Party

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“ Just as Moses lifted up the snake in the wilderness, so the Son of Man must be lifted up.  That everyone who believes may have eternal life in Him.”

John 3: 14-15

As I sat here in my new hairdresser’s chair with my life laid out before me, I found myself more concerned about my lake hair than a stint down the river. I thought I could keep the story to myself, but no!  The kids had come for our inaugural lake weekend. I had survived rides on the inner tube, so I felt bulletproof.  I honestly thought I had put the clandestine adventure behind me, but oh no. The words spewed out of my mouth, and the dreadful saga of “Sammy the Snake” unfolded. Hold on to your seat!

Just how was I going to get rid of the victim and clean up the murder weapon? I snagged a shovel from my neighbor, that I had known for all of three weeks, and coerced her to join in this exciting escapade. After a short discussion, we took a vote and decided the best thing to do was toss the snake into the lake. (No wonder she never goes down to the lake to swim.)  While I was washing the patio and the scene of the crime began to disappear before my eyes, I suddenly became aware of the weapon I had grabbed. It was a lovely decorative cross on a stand that adorned the previously peaceful, welcoming porch. I killed the serpent with a cross!  Oh my!  With the crime scene destroyed, I could sleep soundly with peace in my heart, until now!  

I killed the serpent with the cross.  I lifted Jesus up high to all who would listen.  Because I believe in Him and want everyone to know His story.  Sometimes we are sent unusual experiences to spread His word.  It’s amazing how washing down the patio can lead to washing a heart clean.

Praise His holy name!!

Ponder This:

1. Has Jesus ever snuck up on you?  When?

2. Has Jesus’ power ever surprised you?

3.  Have you kept it to yourself, or blabbed away like me?

Pray with Me:

Dear Jesus,

You surprise me in so many ways.  Thank you for opening my eyes to see You at every turn.

Your snake hunter

I hope you can join me next week as we do a little laundry together! You’re thrilled at the thought I’m sure. And remember as my auntie used to say, “No matter how bumpy the journey, your path has already been cleared.”

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A Bad Hair Day

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“Grace and peace be yours in abundance through the knowledge of God and of Jesus our Lord.” 2 Peter 1:2

It started with a simple question from my athletic sister-in-law, “Want to go for a bike ride?”  My mind immediately shifted to memories of me as a youngster with my pigtails flying in the air as I rode on my Schwinn, with cards clipped to the spokes of my tires for that racer noise, as I sped down the streets of my neighborhood trying to beat my brothers home from the park. 

What could possibly go wrong on a mountainside bike ride? After all “riding a bike” is something you never forget, and I was quite the speedster in my younger days.  Those were my thoughts until I saw the monstrosity that awaited me. A mountain bike and I mean a mountain bike.  It was as tall as Pikes Peak with no cards on the spokes and with my pigtails a style of the past, I realized this was not my vision of a leisurely spin.  As if it wasn’t bad enough, I was presented with a lovely bike helmet, “just in case”. 

You see, we were on vacation and when you’re on vacation you sleep late, stay up late, and your quiet time is filled with noisy fun. But then you find yourself flying down a mountain calling out to Him as you crash and burn.  Thankfully when I took off my helmet, I was having that predicted bad hair day, but at least I survived.  My Jesus showed me grace when I was just a little too busy for Him.  He showed me grace when I was careening down the mountain.  He showed me grace when I laughed at my brave stupidity and Jesus showed me peace as He guided me back home and into His arms. He reminded me of the one true thing I will never forget, He is my companion and friend. I pray He’s yours too, no matter what your days hold.

Points to Ponder

1.  What makes you brave?  

2.  Have you seen Jesus’ grace and peace lately?

3. Who is your closest companion?

Pray with me

My dear precious Companion,

You keep me safe even when I tend to ignore our time together. You give me peace just because I am yours. I am blessed.

Your speedy friend.

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 I hope you’ll be my walking partner as I navigate my way through a life of whimsy, grace, and a lot of love for our Savior. You can read about my adventures on this blog, Wandering the Path, or if you’d rather, join me on my podcast Wandering the Path with Debi. 

And remember, as my Auntie used to say, “No matter how bumpy the journey, your path has already been cleared.”

Sister Don’t Do Fractions!

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 “We have here only five loaves of bread and two fish,” they answered.” Mathew 14:7

There are many things that I admire about Jesus, but on the top of my list is his ability to do fractions.  Just think, the disciples gave him 5 loaves of bread and 2 measly fish and then Jesus went to work teaching the best math lesson I’ve ever heard.  He divided up the food and fed 5000 hungry and the tired new believers and even had some left over. 

When I first heard this story in Sunday school, many years ago I should have listened closer or at least taken notes.  It is definitely a math lesson, with a little faith thrown in, that I could have applied as I sat around our kitchen table with my dad redoing my algebra homework. You see I was usually on the honor roll, all A’s except for that pesky grade that floated from a strong B- to a C each nine weeks in algebra. Give me a verb to conjugate and I was all in, but don’t even think about one of those crazy algebraic equations that involved 3x squared and 2y and then if you dare to throw in rational numbers and irrational numbers you might as well be speaking another language. I told dad many times that he was being totally irrational to even assume I could grasp this class.

Dad hung in there with me and I worked really hard, and that C/B- became a steady B.  Nothing flashy but steady, steady, steady. Kind of like the disciples. They questioned Jesus and his mathematical equations, but they kept on passing those baskets around. 

After many nights around the kitchen table redoing algebra, Dad had to know I couldn’t do fractions, yet when he passed away, I joined the disciples and their questioning mode. He made me executrix of his estate. A lot of ciphering came my way.  He owned cows and if any of you have “cow experience” you know what goes along with that. It was stuff that was to be divided between my brothers and myself and my step mom. Have you ever had to divide a cow in half and then divide that half into thirds?  I thought I was going to “half” to call a butcher until a brilliant lawyer informed me I could just sell all the cows and divide the profits.  I guess I didn’t have enough nights around that table. I was lamenting this problem to my brothers, and finally in my exasperation I used my “sister” squeal of the past and  asked, “Don’t you know Sister don’t do fractions?” We shared a sibling laugh, of late nights around the kitchen table, and dad trying to help me understand Algebra. 

But you know what my dad understood? He knew I would get the job done no matter what.  After He was gone, Jesus’ disciples probably had laughs around their table, of the day they just couldn’t figure out the formula of how five loaves and 2 fish could feed the 5000. With their amazement came the understanding that, once again, He was the supreme teacher of us all.  Jesus could count on the disciples.  They might have questioned Him and His math skills, but they trusted and followed through with the Savior’s plan.

The nights around our kitchen table were good practice for my math needs of the future, even though I still can’t do fractions.  But steady, steady, steady with faith is a good practice for walking a life with Jesus, our supreme teacher.  Won’t you join me?

Points to Ponder

  1. Do you have kitchen table memories?
  2. Has your faith in Jesus increased throughout the years? In what way?
  3. Who is your supreme teacher?  How did they get that title?

Pray with Me:

Dear Lord of all,

You give me memories of faith and blessings.  May you always be in the middle of those cherished times and those yet to come.

Sitting at Your table.

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 I hope you’ll be my walking partner as I navigate my way through a life of whimsy, grace, and a lot of love for our Savior. You can read about my adventures on this blog, Wandering the Path, or if you’d rather, join me on my podcast Wandering the Path with Debi. 

And remember, as my Auntie used to say, “No matter how bumpy the journey, your path has already been cleared.”