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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.

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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.”

Come Sit With Me

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Candle in the darkBut the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name, He will teach you all things…  John 14:26

 

Once each month I go there.  Before leaving, I put Charlie and Lucy (my fluffy pups) in their room, set the security alarm, and then walk away from the laundry, dishes, mail, and self-appointed duty of being everything for everyone.  I get in my car and back out of the driveway to enter a hectic world as I leave our sleepy neighborhood behind.  After navigating the busy streets through unyielding traffic, eventually I arrive at a place of peace.  When I park in front of the welcoming home, I feel warmth and love encompass me before I even get out of my car.  Once a month I walk the path to her front door and ring the bell, knowing that she has been praying about our time together while awaiting my arrival.  Liz opens her door, and we walk into a cozy room filled with books – a portal through which the mysteries of faith reveal their true meaning.  A single candle is alight with radiance, reminding me that the Holy One is in our midst. You see, Liz is my spiritual director, the one in human form, but as we sit together, we know that the Holy Spirit is the real director.  We pray and view life under God’s lens and look at my life and my desire to see God in the everyday, knowing that God’s grace is always at work.  It is a time where I can sit down in a room filled with the Holy Spirit and tell my story to someone I trust.  God’s peace and presence surrounds us as we sit in the silence with a lighted candle in the middle, and my Amma, the wise desert mother of today, waiting as we listen together for a word from God.

Thomas Merton said, “Spiritual direction is a moral necessity for anyone who is trying to deepen his life of prayer.”

Ponder with Me:

1. Do you have a soul friend, a prayer partner, or someone who knows your heart?

2. Does this person truly listen to you with their heart attuned to God’s Holy Spirit, without making judgment or criticizing?

3. How do you see God in your everyday?

Pray with me:

Dear Holy One,

I come to You, sitting with an open heart, mind, and spirit.  I thank You for sending me a vessel on earth to lead me closer to You.

Sitting in thankfulness.

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Wandering Through Psalms 3:3

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“But You O Lord, are a shield around me.” Psalm 3:3

Thank You heavenly one. You shield me from all the hurt in my own little world in so many ways. Open my eyes  to the pain in Your world. Guide me to see how I can help extend Your shield over others.

Looking around!

 

 

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.