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I Miss Your Smile

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“The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make His face shine on you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn His face toward you and give you peace.” Numbers 6:24-26

Okay, I’m just going to shout it from the rooftops, “I miss the laughs and giggles of my grandkids and kids.  I miss my back pew at church.  I miss my life-long friends, and since it’s true confession time, I miss my favorite coffee shop and my sugar-free vanilla latte, yet most of all, oh yes most of all, I miss your smile.”

Those simple upturned lips that signal a moment of recognition, excitement, and perhaps a fleeting memory. Your name may be a mystery to me, but you’re still part of my world.  We have passed in the aisles at the grocery store, the cleaners and perhaps even the pharmacy, but you’re no longer there.  As hard as it is to believe, I only don my lovely mask and gloves and join the world every two weeks. We might have missed each other along the way. It’s as if the world has been turned upside down, and it has. 

Yet here I am, with my life basically unchanged, sitting on the dock with my puppies gazing at the glorious sunset with a breaking heart. A breaking heart for lives that have been changed in ways I can never imagine.  Breaking for families who now have empty chairs around their table.  Breaking for the precious children of God who are living in homeless shelters or the street, hungry and falling farther and farther behind in school. Breaking for moms and dads who can no longer provide for their family because of lost jobs. Breaking for those of you who can only see your aging family members through a window. 

But in the heartbreak, there’s a time of thankfulness. Thankful for the brave men and women on the front lines, keeping us healthy, fed and safe, our world clean, and our hearts and soul healed. As I sit in awe of the gift of the sunset, my heart is joining with those of you who are kneeling in prayer, thankful you have survived another day wrapped in the Holy’s arms.

This is a time when the similarities of one’s path vary more than ever. Some of your lives may be like mine and my western loving cowboy, whose only bump on the road is rationing toilet paper, or watching the same TV shows over and over, despite having a choice of more than 300 channels. (All I have to say about that is someone in my house is a fan of the western channel.)

But through these days of confusion and emptiness, your compassion for one another is seen through the lessons we’re teaching our children as they write words of thanks to visitors who make deliveries to our homes in chalk on their walkways, or signs posted on apartment windows. Families are gathering on social media celebrating special time that might have been missed because of those trite words, “We were just too busy.” Cards and letters are being sent snail mail to forgotten ones in our lives while many are pitching in financially to share their blessings. Through all of this despair my heart is reaching out to each of you, and I feel your never-ending grace. Grace we’ve learned to grant one another through our twinkling eyes as we honor one another by wearing a simple mask or standing 6 feet apart. 

We all have our dark days, whether it’s the ones we are living now, the days that lurk in memories past, or in the times on the other side of a sunset that are yet to come. But the Lord is blessing us, His face is shining on us each day. His face is turned toward us each night, warming us with His glorious love. This is the serenity you feel when you gaze at a sunset, or perhaps as you close your eyes at the evening’s end and say, “Thank you for loving me Father.” I have peace knowing He will take care of you.  And one day I’ll see your smile again, and man oh man, my heart will sing.

Ponder with Me:

1. Do you miss anything?

2. Have you had dark days? Close your eyes and sit with the Holy.  Let His everlasting love wash over you.

3.  Do you truly believe God will take care of you? 

Let us pray together:

I love you Lord. My heart sings when I hear your name, your promises, and feel your grace.

I will never miss your smile, because it never fades away. You warm me with your spirit in the sunrises and sunsets. I am blessed to be your child.

Gazing  at your love.

 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.”

Kit Kat -The Gift – James 1:17

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The Gift

Q’s Favorite

 “Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights who does not change like shifting shadows.” James 1:17

I should have covered my eyes until the checker said, “Next please,” but oh no, standing beside me encouraging the purchase was the “good and perfect gift” God had brought into my life three years ago. I love presents and when they improve with age they’re even better. Notebooks, pencils, pens, and folders along with a snappy backpack were atop the pile in the shopping cart as we headed to the check out line. We thought we were finished with back-to-school shopping until before us, loomed those pesky racks that surround all lines.  Instead of the usual stash of magazines, was a shelf full of big fat, chocolaty, crunchy Kit Kats.

My gift had grown from a 13- year old boy to a man of 16 who can eat all the Kit Kats he wants and still fit into his clothes. (Maddening!) Well of course you can imagine what happened.  He got the king-size Kit Kat and I got the mini.  After all, you can’t let a kid eat alone. The same thought I had when we chowed down on ribs at our next stop after he got new school shoes, and the same thought I had when we got ice cream as we finished up our shopping.

When our day was finished and I took Q home, I got my hug and before he got half way to his door, the light bulb went off in his brain and he remembered the rest of his Kit Kat.  It had taken refuge in my purse when we were loading the car in the 105 degree Texas heat.  When he smiled it was as if the Father was shining His heavenly lights on him as that “good and perfect gift” warmed my heart and made me thankful I was who I am and where I was.  I could have been in the mall shopping for more “stuff” to adorn our house or my body, or spending my time on more exercise or heaven forbid doing the laundry.  But I was sitting in my car in the heat reveling at the fact that something like a Kit Kat could make a child’s eyes twinkle with our Father’s lights. In fact, I think I have some let over Kit Kats from last Halloween in the pantry. I know they will put a twinkle in my eyes with the memory of a day well spent.

Points to Ponder:

1.  How do you spend your days?

2.  Do you have a “good and perfect gift” in your life?

What is it?

3.  Have God’s heavenly lights ever shown in your life?

Pray with me:

Dear Sweet One,

I’m always looking for the light from above that you share with me. Guide me to always be open to the brightness all around.

Thanking you








Red Shoes

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“Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances.”   1 Thessalonians 5: 16-18

Did I miss Thanksgiving?  As I drive through town, watch television, or go to a store all I see are Christmas decorations and hear Christmas music.  I’m almost embarrassed to still have pumpkins on my front porch!  I haven’t even cooked a pecan pie or turkey yet.  It seems that in our rush to celebrate Christmas, we have forgotten to be thankful.  How can this be?  But here I am whining that the world has fast-forwarded past Thanksgiving, instead of being thankful for today.

Being thankful in all circumstances should be a way of life, which causes us to pray without ceasing.  What if I really did have a problem?  I don’t know about you, but being thankful while in the midst of life’s challenges is a lot to ask.

A simplistic, yet dramatic allegory that all of us ladies can relate to would be going on a trip and only packing your red shoes, but the only outfit they match is the one you wore on the plane.  How can you be thankful about wearing those same shoes everyday for a week when they don’t coordinate with anything in your 40-pound suitcase?  Not easy, unless you delve a little deeper instead of whining to God about this major fashion faux pas.  If we are supposed to pray without ceasing and be thankful in all things, it becomes pretty embarrassing to even mention your red shoe dilemma to Him when you sit at His feet.  Considering the wisdom of King Solomon, your red shoe issue becomes “vanity and vexation”, and you can be thankful that you have shoes, be thankful that your shoes don’t have a hole in the sole, and also be thankful you have feet to put in those red shoes.  After a quiet reality-check with God, having only one pair of shoes to wear becomes something that is easy to be thankful for. It takes that time of being with Him, an experience that is indescribable and irreplaceable, to get you to the point of rejoicing always.

But do you want to know something else?  There are times in our lives when we become so burdened that we can’t truly be thankful, because that mountain just seems too high to climb — times where the only thing we can say is, “I’m tired and I don’t know what to pray.“  That’s when God sends friends to your rescue, and His Holy Spirit leads us and guides us as we pray for each other.  I am truly thankful and feel blessed for each and every one of the friends in my life.

Being thankful in all circumstances only comes when we remember that our Heavenly Father is watching over us every second of every day, and He promised He would never leave us or forsake us.  With that knowledge we can be thankful that we have Him to lean on.

I guess it’s time to confess.  Our Christmas lights are already up.  The Christmas Light Company gave me a 20% discount to install them last week but I’m not turning them on until after Thanksgiving.  Oh well, what’s a girl to do?  I’m thankful for the discount, and even more thankful for the beautiful lights that remind me of the birth of our precious Lord and Savior.

Happy Thanksgiving!!


Mystery Meat

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Thanksgiving“But we speak the wisdom of God in a mystery, the hidden wisdom which God ordained before the ages for our glory.” I Corinthians 2:7

Thanksgiving, the one day of the year we are supposed to be truly thankful. The day we gather around our perfectly appointed dining tables with our well-dressed, well-mannered family. As we bring in the turkey, roasted to golden perfection, our family applauds our culinary abilities. Did I describe your day? It’s the one in my mind’s eye anyway, but far from reality. At our house, one-by-one everyone staggers into the kitchen. Still recovering from my famous Thanksgiving Eve chili dinner, they grab a cinnamon roll and fall down in front of the television to watch the parades and begin the football marathon. I begin “the opening of the cans”, to prepare Thanksgiving lunch.

Last year, however, our Thanksgiving took on a new perspective. The previous day  I went to pick up the smoked turkey and it was MIA. On the door of the restaurant where the missing bird was supposed to be was a sign that sent chills down my spine, “Out of Business.” I’m resourceful, so in my pre-panic stage, I drove to the grocery store in search of a smoked turkey. I guess others were in my same predicament, because the smoked turkey bin was empty. No problem, I’ll just get a turkey breast and tell everyone the turkey lost its legs in a skiing accident.  They were just going to have to deal with no legs this year. I snagged the last one and hustled home to hide it in the refrigerator.

Once again our lunch would be a success.  We would stuff ourselves, fall asleep in front of the TV and wake up just in time for the kick-off of the Cowboy game, and a piece of pecan pie. That was before the doorbell rang. I had mentioned to a friend at church if their family plans didn’t work out, they were always welcome at our home. This wouldn’t have been a problem had it been any other year, or if I had remembered the invitation. With this occurrence, came the birth of “Mystery Meat.” I began opening cans of chicken, turkey, soup, and anything else in the pantry to make my new savory dish in order to have  enough meat to go around. I taunted my mystery meat’s accolades as everyone passed through the buffet.  Each brave soul put a spoonful on their plate and found a spot at the table among family and friends.

As I squeezed into my place at the table, I looked around and saw the “meat” of my life. The children with whom God had trusted to me, a husband that God gifted in  many ways, parents that support and love in the good times and bad, and friends who ring doorbells and know they will always be welcome. God was there allowing me to see Him shining through their eyes. These are the things that are left after the bones are thrown in the trash.  These are the things that keep my life full as I reach out to serve Him more each day. It’s no mystery when God gives us His meat that will sustain us, we will be glorified through Him.

The mystery of life can be found by listening to God’s wisdom, or perhaps searching through the leftovers on a Thanksgiving table. On this life changing Thanksgiving, I found God’s wisdom sitting around me with laughing voices and hopeful whispers. May you enjoy the blessing of the awareness of God’s wisdom, as you celebrate this season of thankfulness.

Points to Ponder

1. Have you seen God’s wisdom in your life? Did it change the way you live?

2. Pause for a moment and consider your blessings. Are they things you can buy?

3. Can you recognize the “mystery” in a life with Christ? Is it truly a mystery?

Pray with Me

Dear Holy Father,

Through showing us the true meaning of a life with You, we can be truly thankful that You are in our lives. We praise and honor You as we celebrate this special day and every other day as well.

With a thankful heart.