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Red Dirt and Pine Cones

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“I and the Father are one.”  John 10:30

For once we were listening when God stepped in, as our lives did a flip flop, and miraculously changed lanes. Off we went in a direction that had only been on our bucket-list of “maybe someday” and in the blink of an eye, “someday” had arrived.  One that was His next step in life for us but not exactly in our current scheme of things.  The land of our childhood had been calling our names, pine trees, red dirt and sweet smell as the seasons change in our native East Texas.  A home on a lake and a move from the hectic daily life back to our country roots had been on our list for years.  We would say things like … when we move to the lake … one day we’re going to find just the right spot and move to the lake … one day we’re going to get out of this traffic and be able to go fishing whenever we want, one day… You know the drill, you might have been there, or oh “wise one” know that your “one day” is exactly where you are now and are living in “your” moment.

So, with the volume of our hearts turned up so we could hear Him loud and clear, we left the highways and the bi-ways of the big city, and went in search of “home.” You know the spot where you feel a sense of belonging way before your address is changed, or the moving van emptied. It was as if the heavens opened on a spectacular fall Sunday guiding us among the pines to our “home.” And now with the boxes unpacked, a song in my heart and snuggled into my cozy bed, a new wake-up call cleared my foggy brain. It was my new friends “the ducks” taking flight over the lake, greeting me with their morning “Hello.”  This time of day is such a treasure, real life has yet to dawn and there’s time for those pesky scattered thoughts to scurry across my muddled brain. It’s like our puppies’ new best friends the squirrels, as they chase each other among the trees. It’s that time before my daily rhythm begins and a chance to ponder life, and even squeeze in a prayer or two. As my brain cells decided to rise and shine I cherished the peace in my heart and this time and this place. The glistening sun light bouncing off the lake was calling my name.  I threw on my comfy yoga clothes, grabbed a cup of Starbucks and slowly walked down to the sun- drenched dock. I slipped my sleep deprived body into my cozy chair and let the rays of the sun hit my face and realized it was God, not the lake, calling my name.  The sun kissing my face was the Holy One shining His gracious love for me on my tired cheeks.  As I closed my eyes I felt my Savior’s love rush over me and I truly felt one with Him. I’m at peace, let the squirrels chase themselves…  All is Well with my Soul, All is well.

Pray with me:   Holy One, open my eyes and heart so I may feel one with You as I walk my days, hear Your songs in my soul, and feel Your warm kisses on my cheeks.

Living in expectations.

Points to Ponder:

  1. When are you one with the Father?
  2. Have you found your special place?
  3. Are you aware when God touches your heart? How does it feel?







The Look John 5:6

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Run and dance“When Jesus saw him lying there and learned that he had been in this condition for a long time, he asked him, “Do you want to get well?” “Sir,” the invalid replied, “I have no one to help me. John 5:6-7

“Do you want to get well?” Jesus asked the man as he lay by the Sheep Gate in Jerusalem. Surely people inquired about this poor man as they did me while I sported my snappy looking knee brace. He had been lying by the pool for years and no one would help him into the healing waters.

Unlike him, I garnished many looks and remarks as I limped along wearing my new fashion accessory. “You poor thing” or  “Did you strain your knee running in a marathon?” were just a few.  (I don’t even know how many miles are in a marathon, but if it equals four laps around North Park Mall, that might be a realistic possibility.) Being a straight – forward person, the truth always came out. “Never table dance in six inch heels. It can be hazardous to your health, especially if your husband spills lemonade on the table.  In fact, it can result in a slip and fall even by the most balanced of dancers like me.”  As I perched on the edge of that rickety table looking for a hand to catch me, I wonder how many blessings I have missed by being self-absorbed and passing others with despair in their eyes as they sat on the edge of the pool of life like the man at the Sheep Gate?  They might have been looking for a hand to catch them, push them into the healing waters, or praying for a listening ear and gentle touch.  Praying for the Holy to enter their being so they could be healed body, mind and spirit.

Like them, sometimes I limp through my days looking for a little help and others I dance, enjoying every minute. But then I slip on the edge and in fear grasp the edge instead of diving in headfirst. Perhaps since my table-dancing days are over, I’ll have more time to keep my feet on the ground, listen for the Holy One and keep my eyes open for others who want to go for a little dip. I’m blessed someone tossed me in years ago, but I can always use a refreshing dip.

Pray with me:

Dear Lord of Refreshment,

Your healing powers are just a breath away. Help me to let go and slip into Your healing arms.

I’m dancing for You

Points to Ponder:

1.  What prevents you from resting in Jesus’ arms?

2.  Have you ever seen pain or hurt in someone’s eyes? Were you present for them?

3. Have you been touched by a stranger’s kindness to you?


Holy Week ~ Tuesday

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“My people have forsaken me, the fountain of living water.”  Jeremiah 2:13Holy Week

Jesus invites us to be refreshed by the water that springs up within us.  As we drink deeply of the Spirit of Christ, we flourish in love and service.  In the innermost place of the soul we enter the most deeply intimate communion with God.  “Bread of heaven feed me ‘till I want no more fill my cup, fill it up and make me whole.” Kneel in your quiet space and open your heart to be filled with Him.

Pray with Me:

Dear Precious Son,

How could they have doubted You, much less mock Your goodness and spit on your damaged body?  It is because of You that the innermost sanctuary of our souls can  be refreshed by your living water that springs up within us. It is because of You that we can experience that sacred communion of body, mind, and Spirit with our very own Living Water. We will not forsake You.

Wandering Through the Psalms 81:13

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“If my people would only listen to me,  if Israel would only follow my ways…” Psalm 81:13

How many times have I said, “If they would only listen to me their life would be a lot less complicated,” and shake my head in disbelief. Poor God, I bet His head could come loose from all the head shakingfootprint He must do because I don’t  listen to this Holy of Holy. This Lent I am listening and following Him.  It’s amazing how things work out when you listen.

With ears wide open…


Charlie Knows Best

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Poor Me

“Your love, Lord, reaches to the heavens, your faithfulness to the skies.”  Psalm 36:5

A simple teeth cleaning and mole removal should not have been so difficult. I remember my sister, Lucy, having a mole removed last year and how she worked her drama-queen act and got special attention for three days. But hey, I’m a tough manly dog so I didn’t think it would be that hard on me, even though there is that haunting, reoccurring nightmare of my last surgery when I woke up with some very important body parts missing!

Mom and Dad left me at Torture Town overnight, knowing full well that I’m not into sleepovers, especially with the vet. By the time Mom picked me up I was almost healed, but I performed my crafty shivering routine so she would think I was extremely traumatized. When Mom carried me out to the car wrapped in her loving arms, I was still a bit drowsy, but began plotting ways to make the most of her sympathetic guilt for what she had done to me. As she carried me I heard her mumble something about not being sure I was worth the money I cost them. That shocking comment instantly awakened me into full consciousness, and I quickly made a note to myself, “Poop outside, not in the house for the next few days!”

My stitches had been in for two weeks … that’s fourteen long, tedious days of itching and misery … that’s longer than it takes human stitches to heal! Enough was enough of those pesky itching stitches, so I began to take matters into my own paws and started gnawing on them trying to get them out. Unfortunately, Mom saw me and put that crown of shame on my head. I’ll just say it was pretty humiliating. Even the squirrels laughed at me when I was on yard patrol! Thankfully, my manly Dad came to my rescue and made my over-protective mother take that ridiculous cone off my head. We manly-men have to stick together. But then Dad put a crazy Scooby Doo Band-Aid on me in its place! What was he thinking? I had to do one of Mom’s yoga contortionist moves to jerk that stupid thing off. Once again I could attack the source of my misery, but in final exasperation I had to call on Nurse Lucy to pull out the last stitch. Whew! What a relief! Now I wouldn’t need a return visit to the vet to have those annoying pieces of thread yanked out, or so I thought. The next morning when Mom was doing her wound inspection she went ballistic when she noticed the stitches were gone. Where were they? Had I swallowed them? She had seen Lucy examining and licking them earlier in the week. Could Lucy have swallowed them? Had my incision healed correctly? There were too many unanswered questions, so Mom loaded me in the car and took me back to the House of Pain.

Even though Mom was concerned, I could tell she was also a bit annoyed with me, so in an attempt to get a little sympathy, I was shaking when she handed me to the vet. But wow, I got a great surprise. Dr. Ben said he had never seen such a great job of suture removal. In fact, since the evidence showed that I had a steady touch, he suggested I apply for vet school in the fall. I’ve been trying to tell Mom I was capable of doing more than chasing squirrels and napping all day. I could really make a difference in this world. But what about Mom, Dad, and Lucy? I know they would be heartbroken if I leave.

Today I heard Mom during her quiet time trying to memorize Psalm 36:5. She quoted aloud, “Your love, Lord, reaches to the heavens, your faithfulness to the skies.”

That scripture made me rethink going off to vet school. I have been told I’m quite a lover, and there is no one as faithful as me. I can make a difference right here at home. I’ll be here when someone needs a loving hug; I’ll be here wagging my tail in encouragement when they come home from a long hard day. Loving and faithful … two traits I can share with my family and other people I meet. I may be just a dog, but I can be His paws on earth. Besides, my study skills are little rusty, and what’s that old saying about teaching an old dog new tricks?

Points to Ponder:

1. Do you see God’s love around you? In what way?

2. Do you share God’s love? How?

3. Are you satisfied with your life? Is there anything that you would change?

Pray with me:

Dear Faithful One,

Open my eyes to see Your heavenly love around me. Help me to share Your faithfulness with others as I listen for Your plans for me.

Awaiting your touch.