Into the Light

Pulling myself into consciousness, I fumble around to turn off my daily alarm. Routinely I go to the kitchen to start the coffee; my heart asks Papa God this question: “What do you want me to declare today with my words Lord?” With all the fears of COVID-19, I know enough negative words are swirling around. I want to speak heaven’s words.

Quieting my heart and listening to what Holy Spirit is saying, I start interceding for my community/nation. Thinking of the difficult times we are living in today, I ask the Lord, “What is it that you would like to accomplish through your church – in such a time as this?” From this place, I nuzzle under HIS wings and read my scripture.

1 Peter 2:9
But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for God’s own possession, so that you may declare the goodness of Him who has called you out of darkness into His marvelous light.

“Lord, I want to proclaim your goodness authentically. Either with words or actions, I want to reflect your love for those around me. Papa, would you partner with me?” The warmness I feel in my heart lets me know that the Lord is with me.

Before I know it – it’s time to get around for work. Eager to see opportunities opening before me, I look to see with HIS lenses.

While working, I spontaneously receive a text: “Going to Bristol Mobile Village to hand out fliers for our meal box give-away. Would you like to come?”

“Oh my goodness, there it is – an opportunity!”

Not knowing much about this little community, upon arrival, I realize these people need God’s love. And today, I can be HIS hands and feet!

Knocking at each door, I’d step back from the entrance, respectfully social distancing at 6 feet away. Some residents peeked from behind their blinds to see who was knocking then pretend not to see me. That’s okay, Lord, encounter them with YOUR love; I would pray.

Then I knocked at ‘his’ door. The blanket hanging over the window moved to the side. I knew the person inside the mobile home saw me. Will he answer; or hide like others, asking myself the question. But as I heard each lock on the door unlatch, my heart was overwhelmed with humility. One, two, three locks were on this door. The man behind the door struggled to open it. “Do I help, or let him continue to struggle?” Unsure how to respond, I stood there, hoping my smiling eyes would be noticed since the mandatory mask covered my mouth.

The door opened ever so slightly. A frail-looking man peered at me nervously. I could tell his eyes had not experienced the sunlight for some time, as he squinted at me. I noted that his arms were tiny, and his face looked pale. Lack of nutrients or the lack of being outdoors? I was unsure of the answer. I greeted him and shared that meals will be handed out the following Thursday for children ages 4-18. Almost afraid to talk, he said, “Oh, no children live here.” And he closed the door.

My heart sunk. I wanted to engage with this man a little more. I wanted to let him know that he is loved and valued. I couldn’t help but think about the courage it took to open his door in the first place, let alone engage in an oh so brief conversation with me; suddenly, I was fighting tears.

Papa, it’s painful to see with your lenses. People are hurting and afraid. I want to do so much more for him, I thought to myself.

But then, this dropped in my heart. “My daughter – he came into the light. You carry My light. And for a brief moment, tormenting darkness fled him, and he felt my love. Thank you for doing this today. I knew I could trust you to share me with him.”

That moment, and his face, is forever etched in my heart. And I lift this man in my prayers. Maybe, just maybe him opening the door to me will begin his journey of walking into HIS Light.

Ending on the right foot.

Have you ever watched a ballet with awe of how each person can be in step with each other? Maybe you – yourself have been a part of a dance team who worked on a choreographed routine for a performance. Or, you could be a person who has done or does ‘cardio dance.’

Well, yesterday I got the chance to be in a cardio dance class. It was fun yet challenging. In the room, there is a massive mirror in front of the class. The mirror is so that the person participating can watch the instructor but see themselves move as well.  I didn’t have a problem watching the instructor, but when it came to looking up at myself, I became embarrassed and seemed to do worse.

Starting on the right foot, I awkwardly moved with the class through the arranged routine. I did, however, improve each time we were instructed to ‘go back to the beginning move.’ The entire dance I may have appeared awkward, but I ended with the right foot. Ah, success!  I may not have looked like a professional dancer like my instructor, but I did the class and even had a smile on my face after. Read more… “Ending on the right foot.”

A New Sound

I don’t know about you, but I think this year has gone by quickly! The grains of sand are rapidly shifting down the narrow neck of the 2019 hourglass. The past year is heaping higher, and the little granules left seems to dwindle.

According to the calendar, autumn is officially here, but we here in Northern Indiana would not have believed it before today; it has been unseasonably warm.   I love the warmer temperatures, but almost everyone I know appreciates the cooler air.

The leaves on the trees are turning, and the squirrels that we might see around are moving more acorns up to their little dens in the trees. Children are back in school, and as the wind carries their little voices, we can hear them playing on the playground.

The evening air is filled with campfire smells, and we can see the friendly glowing gatherings in back yards all around.  Yes, we have a few short weeks before the precipitation will be measure by inches of snow rather than inches of rain.

Read more… “A New Sound”

Is having compassion for people with bad behavior justifying their actions?

I have had the opportunity to work alongside all types of people over the years. Men and women coming from all kinds of different situations. Either working in volunteer positions or with fellow co-workers I have been exposed to people. Working in different doctors offices I have grown to build relationships with the patients that come in on a regular basis.

Just thinking about that statement makes me feel grateful in an odd way. What I mean to say; if I am constantly around people who think the same as I do and have a similar lifestyle as mine how would I grow in the area of compassion? Granted, I haven’t experienced the ‘ugliness’ that some people have encountered in different areas of the world.

Please do not miss understand me; I am in no way, thinking I am better, or worse than other individuals.

Read more… “Is having compassion for people with bad behavior justifying their actions?”

Calories in verse calories out.

Personally, I love to gain knowledge in the subjects that I am passionate about. Either sitting in a group of 5 to 5000 listening to a speaker, or listening to an online podcasts / live feed, I find contentment listening with my pen and note book jutting down those inspiring words spoken. I eat it all up!

Every time I am made aware of an event, I would secretly ‘wish’ I could attend. It is amusing for me to day dream about how I would get there.

Would I go by plane?

What if I took the bus?

Maybe train, that would be fun!

Though, I would have no problem driving, and seeing the landscape of the United States!

I would also imagine all the people I’d meet and the conversations we would have. It would bring me so much enjoyment to ponder these things that sometimes I would become disappointed that it wouldn’t ‘work out’ and ‘maybe next time’ I would get to go. Read more… “Calories in verse calories out.”