Wandering The Path

Spiritual Reflections from Debi Moses

Who’s Your Big Dog?

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“Put on them, as God’s chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience, bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive. And above all these put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony. Colossians 3:12-17

In honor of Charlie and Lucy Moses -2008-2021

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Christmas 2019

It was time for our nightly stroll along our famously familiar path. I could almost let the leash go and just follow Charlie. Sister Lucy once joined us on these walks.  We both enjoyed knowing we were connected, even if it was just by a slim cord. We walked in silent companionship that only a sweet puppy can provide. Charlie always enjoyed these evening walks because he had the bunnies to himself now to chase away and keep me safe. My safety was always his concern, unless it involved me getting in the way of a piece of meat that had fallen on the floor.  After all, I was the one who chose him when I picked him and his sister, Lucy, out of the litter to come home and join our family. It was on one of our last walks that our joyful silence was interrupted by a big dog, well at least we thought it was.  A loud bark interrupted our evening stroll so we made a right turn where we always went left, and tried to find our way back on our favorite path. We had no reason to be afraid of the big dog.  

We had never even met him nor had he done anything to us, but just the thought of what was behind those bullying sounds made us never want to get close to them. We had been told never to let any big dogs move into our neighborhood, or move into theirs, much less talk to one on the street. After all they were different than us. 

But yikes, as we turned the corner and plowed right into the beast that made us shake in our bones, and we were so surprised. It was a cute little furry ball sitting in a stroller with its sweet mom pushing her along. They didn’t look like us or sound like us but they were enjoying the night in harmony just like we were as they took their stroll. What a joy to meet new people on the path. It was a joyous time together, walking toward the peace of understanding.  Much like God chose us and encouraged us to have compassionate hearts and to be kind and humble. Hearts to welcome all into our lives. They are children of God just like we are. Charlie and Lucy were special puppies in our lives. They loved everyone, except maybe squirrels and bunnies. I guess I should have them over for a play date. If we put on love, all can be bound in perfect harmony. There’s a hole in our hearts that held Charlie and Lucy, but joy in our hearts we knew them. 

Ponder with Me:

1. Are they’re any “big dogs” in your life?

2. Do all of your friends look and think like you?

3. Are there any holes in your heart from confusing relationships?

I’d like to close today with a few thoughts by Thomas Merton that I keep on my heart as I write my words.

What do I mean by this?  Am I saying what I mean?  Have I some notion of the consequences of what I am saying?  I truly pray that I do. 

I have enjoyed getting to know those of you who have emailed me at debi@wanderingthepath.org and if you go to the website wanderingthepath.org you can register and receive a new post each week in your electronic mailbox, or you can follow me on Facebook and Instagram.

I’ll be here each Wednesday, unless I’m out for a walk. 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.

Can we close in prayer?

Pray with Me:

Oh O Holy one, I thank you for this walk with precious Charlie to open my eyes and gather in the surprises you send my way. You held my hand when Charlie and Lucy joined you and wiped my tears. You are always here to show me compassion, grace, and forgiveness as I live my life for you.

Feeling cherished!

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

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B3

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For I am mindful of the sincere faith within you, which first dwelt in your grandmothers Lois (dede and Gran) and your mother Eunice (Laura), and I am sure that it is in you as well.” 2 Timothy 1:5

It all started with B3. You know, the number on a Bingo card. Like every grandmother in the world, I decided our granddaughter should learn a skill that would serve her well throughout life. I thought calling out Bingo numbers might lead to a consistent Saturday afternoon gig at the old folks’ home. I had visions of her visiting me in my golden years at the most fun retirement center ever. I could just see me proudly introducing her, if I could remember her name on that day, and playing Bingo with my red, purple, or white haired gang. She would be a great addition because by then, she would be able to call out the numbers and put the number on the chart. She would be so agile she could grab any wayward ball. 

It’s unbelievable how quickly that little ball can scoot across the table and cause a scavenger hunt to ensue. It was during this scurrying around on the floor that the shocking truth was discovered. Not the B3 ball, but Mae’s announcement of “dede you’ve got a big wrinkle right there,” as she poked her little finger in the middle of my forehead. One word floated through my brain… BOTOX.

“Oh my, I guess I better take care of that,” I said. Mae replied, “Don’t worry dede, you have a lot more.” Why that was so good to know. A lot of wrinkles, just what any 68 year-old woman wants to hear. I was indeed mindful that Mae had recognized I had wrinkles a plenty, after all they were pretty obvious with her young eyes. In fact those crinkly little lines greeted me every morning when I looked in the mirror and were there to stay. It’s tricky to phrase every response to her curious little questions and comments. If I don’t think before I speak,  I hear the story traveling as it progresses down the line to her mom and dad, and sometimes it even makes to Gran, her other source of wisdom. Oh my goodness, that conversation could have gone in so many directions. Mae’s a great Bible scholar for a six year-old, even if I do say so myself.  I could have thrown the story about the lost sheep or the lost coin. Or what about the prodigal son who was lost but then found. You know, be thankful for what God gives you. All of God’s children and wrinkles are important, but no, I was trying to remember my schedule so I could work out a time to get that Botox. 

All of my precious grandchildren can remember more stuff than I forget in a day, and that is saying a lot. Teaching, guiding, sharing is so important if we want to sow seeds about Jesus for them to remember. But you know what? So is playing Bingo and chasing a rolling B3 down the stairs. I think I’ll be mindful and have fun! Jesus even managed to do it as He strolled toward his last days with His disciples. Our faith can be shown how we live our lives, whether we’re walking down the path with Jesus, or playing Bingo. And remember that precious Bible school song,  “O be careful little mouth what you say, O be careful little mouth what you say, There’s a Father above, And He’s looking down in love, So, be careful little mouth what you say.”

Blessings in the name of the Christ who is behind us, with us, and in the days to come.

Points to Ponder

1. Is it easy to be mindful of what we say?

2. How do you impact the people in your life? Who impacted you?

3. Do you live your faith?

Pray with Me

Precious Father,

You are with me in all things, even when my mouth speaks in ways that are not nurturing to all. Help me to be careful what I say. For I know you are looking and guiding me from above.

Rolling down the road.

I’d like to close today with a few thoughts by Thomas Merton that I keep on my heart as I write my words.

What do I mean by this?  Am I saying what I mean?  Have I some notion of the consequences of what I am saying?  I truly pray that I do. 

I have enjoyed getting to know those of you who have emailed me at debi@wanderingthepath.org and if you go to the website wanderingthepath.org you can register and receive a new post each week in your electronic mailbox, or you can follow me on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter. I’ll be here each Wednesday, if I’m not chasing B3 down the stairs. 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.

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“Shh, They’re Listening”

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Put on your new nature, created to be like God–truly righteous and holy.” Ephesians 4:24

I can just imagine the sleepy walls stretching their arms and yawning in ways they had forgotten. Slowly opening their tightly closed eyes as they examined the strange new world around them. Where was all the noise coming from? The home had been lonely for two years. No squeals from the playscape, no splashing in the pool, nothing sticky on the cabinets, or footprints on the floor. But no longer, life had returned. But my oh my, I must admit I hope the walls were snoozing during the days of remodeling and moving. I was definitely on Santa’s naughty list this year. Some moments I was sweet as my grandmas’ punch, but other times I acted like my grandpa’s bull, Amos. I was missing Christmas again this year, and not just because of Covid-19. The busy bug had entered my world and I didn’t have time for Him.

This year was busier than usual. The Christmas carols were serenading me as I sped from store to store looking for just the right color carpet or picking up extra paint. My favorite Christmas channel was on the television with its Christmas movies of love and hot chocolate, as I clicked away ordering presents on my computer, but the Holy days weren’t quite sinking in. 

The kids were coming Christmas day and it would be our first party in our new home. I was so excited as I cooked and decorated, yet dear Jesus was not in his crib in the stable. He was not close by, the stuff was, but I just kept ignoring the “Reason for the Season.” I had more Santas on display this year than nativities. That’s impossible at our house, but my baby Jesuses were in some mystery box and I just didn’t have the time to find them. It’s Jesus’ day, the Holy’s time, and I’m usually blessed to go along for the wonderful ride, but not this year. I was missing Christmas. I didn’t see any Advent services, hear Christmas choirs, or listen to inspiring sermons. I was busy, oh so very busy.

After the house became quiet again, and all the loves of our life left, the peace descended where joyful craziness had once been.  Full of expectations, as I glanced through the pictures taken I was blessed to be shown I was mistaken. 

Traditions acknowledged every moment with the Saviour, and He was in the middle of the joy, laugher, prayer and fun. He was there even though I didn’t have my morning prayers. He was there when we couldn’t go to church on Christmas Eve. He was in the midst of the TV service, we watched, it wasn’t the same, but Jesus knew He was still in the middle of my world. As I read Luke 2, the grand babies hung their verse on the tree, until Jesus birth hung before us among the sparkling lights, just like the stars that shone over the stable in Bethlehem. I could see Jesus among us. We all held our breaths when we let the “littles” hold their own candle as we sang Parker’s request, Feliz Navidad and closed with Martha’s Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. I held out for Away in the Manger while we were blowing out the candles. Once again, our precious One was showing me His unconditional love.

Our house put on a new self as we painted and spruced it up and awakened it to an exciting new world. Ash Wednesday is February 17 , and with it a chance to live an intentional life for Him. I sure don’t want to get on the Easter Bunny’s naughty list. I want to get my “virtual” ashes on my forehead, say my Lenten prayers for 40 days, and be there when Jesus rises among us. So on Easter morning, I won’t have missed a thing, and my nature will be made new. Blessings in the name of Christ who is behind us, with us, and in the days to come.

You know this story I just shared with you is my story, not yours because we all have our own.  But if you were touched or moved by something I wrote and the Lord tapped you on the shoulder I’m thankful, if not thanks for following along.

Why don’t we ponder some thoughts that came to my mind.

Points to Ponder:

1. Have you ever missed God??

2. Has God ever surprised you?

3. What is your reason for the Christmas and Lenten season?

I’d like to close today with a few thoughts by Thomas Merton that I keep on my heart as I write my words. What do I mean by this? Am I saying what I mean? Have I some notion of the consequences of what I am saying? I truly pray that I do.

I’ll be here each Wednesday  in your electronic mailbox if you would like to take a walk with me.

Pray with me: I love you Lord. You hold my hand as I w all through the busiest of days. You are there when I don’t even realize it. Only you can open the paths for me precious One. I’m slowing down just to be with 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.”

Buttons

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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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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