Showing posts with label abundant life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label abundant life. Show all posts

Monday, December 3, 2012

I Live in a Box


I live in a box. Not literally – I am very thankful for my little house with its running water, electricity, and heat.

No, my box surrounds me, but others cannot see it. I try to hide it from everyone but those very close to me, and even then, I don’t always let people know.

The walls of my box are comfort, fear, complacency, uncertainty. I sit in my box with my fingers in my ears. Sound seeps in, so I sing to myself. “Lalalalala, I cannot hear you.” Truth is I can hear. No matter how loud I sing or how deep I stuff my fingers, I can still hear.

It is God. The rustling I hear outside my box. He moves around me, touching my walls. Whispering words of courage, conviction, love. His voice always permeates my barriers.

I try harder. I pick up my box and run. God runs after me, loving me, not willing to let me flounder in my current situation.

He sees the future. I cannot. I try, but just cannot. I try to trust because He loves. Trust is hard, but it shouldn’t be. That stepping into the unseen fills me with trepidation. My heart pounds against my ribcage. It hurts, but it is not physical pain. It is the pain of hearing God and hesitating. This is not who I am called to be. My human sight focuses on the now, ignoring the divine and leaving me in this place where God never meant for me to live.

It is easier here in my comfort and complacency I think to myself. But then the fear and uncertainty push in. No, it is not easier here in this hiding from God, so I poke my head out of my box.

“There you are. I’ve been waiting for you.” God speaks and I know it will be okay, this living on the outside of my box. With God, it will be okay.

Friday, August 3, 2012

Call of a Coward: The God of Moses and the Middle-Class Housewife

Today I would like to introduce you to a dear friend of mine, Marcia Moston. She is one of those women who knows that when God calls we have to answer even in the face of our own fear. Marcia has a new book coming out on August 7th. Call of a Coward; The God of Moses and the Middle-Class Housewife is the beautiful story of how God took one woman from a place of comfort into the unknown and showed her she could thrive there.  Marcia's book is an honest and moving account of her family's time as missionaries in Guatemala and how that prepared them for a season pastoring a small church in Vermont.








More about Marcia:

1.       Tell us about yourself.

                Although I hold degrees in sociology and Christian education, most of what I’ve learned has been by the proverbial seat of my pants. I’ve taught English in a Christian high school, worked with orphans in a Mayan village, led mission teams to Central America, delivered Yellowbooks, stuffed vending machines, and lived in everything from tepees to parsonages.

                I love to share the stories and lessons I’ve learned along the way about what a very real God can do with the smallest of our offerings. My first and most dear word from the Lord is Be still and know that I am God—Psalm 46:10.

                Visit me at http://marciamoston.com

2.       Your writing experience is unusual in that until 2008, you’d never written anything, but by 2011 you had a book contract with Thomas Nelson. How did that happen?

                I am grateful to have experienced such abundant grace and blessing on my work. When we moved to the South a few years ago, I had a singular image in my mind: buy a house with a pool where I could sit and write.  Although I didn’t know what I would write, nor did I know how to write a book, it was as though my story’s time had come, and I needed a nesting spot.

                I took a writing workshop taught by the editor of the city journal. At the end of the class, she offered me my own weekly column. That’s when I realized I could write something that people would read.

                I continued to take workshops and go to conferences. In 2010, my manuscript won at the Blue Ridge Christian Writers Conference. I also won a self-publishing package, but turned it down because I felt constrained to wait.

                Later in the year, I entered the Women of Faith Writing Contest and won a self- publishing package from WestBow Press. Unbeknownst to me, Thomas Nelson was looking at my book, and a month after it came out, offered me a contract.

3.       Many traditional publishers avoid memoir. Do you have any advice for someone who hopes to publish a memoir?

                The first agent I approached told me no one would publish a memoir from an unknown. He suggested I turn my story into magazine articles. Although I didn’t do it at the time, I think his advice is good. Memoirists need the exposure magazines give.

                My path to publication, however, was through contests. I also made sure my story was about something more than me. Thomas Nelson must have agreed because they categorized my book as Christian living/spirituality.

4.       What do you hope readers will glean from your story, Call of a Coward-the God of Moses and the Middle-Class Housewife?

                A fresh confidence in the Living One Who Sees Them. A sense of expectancy in encountering him. Both the story and its path to publication are examples of the possibilities of an ordinary life in the hands of an extraordinary God. I hope readers will be inspired and encouraged that whether they travel a thousand miles or a thousand feet, God can do exceedingly more than they imagine.

5.       What advice have you found helpful to you as a writer?

                To do my part—learn the craft, be open for critique, write with guts, and then rest in Flannery O’Connor’s advice: “When a book leaves your hands, it belongs to God. He may use it to save a few souls or to try a few others, but I think that for the writer to worry is to take over God's business.”

6.       What or who has influenced you?

                I’m sure influences from thousands of books are floating around my brain, but most recently, I’ve been inspired by the  imagery and metaphors of the Bible, the essays of E.B. White and Annie Dillard, and the stories of Rick Bragg—people who capture the extraordinary in the ordinary.

7.       How did you know you should become an author?

                Unlike my fiction writing friends, I never had voices carrying on in my head (at least not the kind you talk about) or flashes of the perfect plot. But threading throughout all the other things I wanted to do in life (astronomer, archaeologist, doctor) was the idea that someday I’d write a book. Of course, as Sholem Asch so succinctly points out: “Writing comes more easily if you have something to say.” A few years ago I realized I did.

8.       Do you have a writing schedule?

                I’m a bad example here. Wisdom leans on the side of schedules and quotas, and not on the side of sporadic, task-driven efforts, which I seem to favor. I’d rather pull rusty nails out of old decking than sit in a chair all day, but if I have a specific project that has the possibility of a future, like writing an essay for the Writer’s Digest competition, or better yet—writing a second book because my first did well enough to warrant one—then I’ll sit, and write, and squirm until I’ve got something. I always need the first line of every section before I can go on. (It may change, but I have to have a satisfactory one at first.)

9.       Are you working on a second book?

                Yes. My working title is Going South-the God of my Mistakes. When we moved south, we didn’t expect our plans to go south too—but it’s really a story of hope.



10.    Tell us about Call of a Coward-the God of Moses and the Middle-Class Housewife.      

                It’s about laying aside your hopes, dreams, and fears to follow God even though where He’s leading seems to require credentials you lack and courage you don’t think you have. And about discovering just how personal and gracious He is. Here’s my opening:

                The problem with promising God you’ll follow Him wherever He leads is that you just might have to go.

                 I suspect it would be easier if you were certain of His calling—like stepping out the door and seeing the lilac bush on fire and hearing a voice commanding you. But when it’s your husband who is delivering the message—well, that leaves a little room for wonder.

                At least that’s how I felt when my husband rocked my comfortable middle-class afternoon with his belief God was calling us to pack up and move to a Mayan village in Guatemala.

Permission link: Excerpted from Call of a Coward: The God of Moses and the Middle Class House-Wife. Thomas Nelson ©2012. Used by permission of Thomas Nelson, Inc. www.thomasnelson.com.

11.   How were you personally impacted working on the project?

                Recording events and later rewriting them helped me to see just how involved God was (and is!) in my journey. I gained a deeper appreciation of his grace, and then after the manuscript won several contests, including the women of Faith writing contest, I realized it was a message bigger than my personal story.


12.   Is there anything else you would like readers to know?

It was with fear and trembling that I put my name on the same line as Moses’, but the story is not about me or Moses; it’s about the God who is the same yesterday, today, and forever.



Call of a Coward: The God of Moses and the Middle-Class Housewife is available online at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Christian Book Distributors or from your neighborhood bookstore.



Friday, April 27, 2012

Fingerprint Friday

Fingerprint Friday is the brainchild of Beki at The Rusted Chain. I love the idea of looking for God's fingerprint in our lives so I've decided to make this a regular post.

Fingerprint Friday is based on these words from the beautiful song by Steven Curtis Chapman:

I can see the fingerprints of god
When I look at you
I can see the fingerprints of god
And I know its true
You're a masterpiece
That all creation quietly applauds
And you're covered with the fingerprints of god


God's fingerprint really is all around us in the simplest to the most complex things. This week I am enjoying these little bits of God...


1. In the soft nuzzle of my kitty cat's head against my cheek when he wakes me up in the morning and the low, gentle purr he emits.


2. The fresh scent of grass and earth after the rain that is so needed to drench our dry land.


3.My dad's deep chuckle as we talk.


4. The gaping hole in my nephew's mouth that signifies his first lost tooth. This too is part of God's plan for our bodies.


5. The juicy, sweet taste of strawberries.



Friday, April 20, 2012

Fingerprint Friday is the brainchild of  Beki at The Rusted Chain. I love the idea of looking for God's fingerprint in our lives so I've decided to make this a regular post.

Fingerprint Friday is based on these words from the beautiful song by Steven Curtis Chapman:

I can see the fingerprints of god
When I look at you
I can see the fingerprints of god
And I know its true
You're a masterpiece
That all creation quietly applauds
And you're covered with the fingerprints of god


Today's fingerprint is the simple beauty in spring blooms as seen in this photo.






Monday, April 16, 2012

Bucket List - The Herd Begins

Back in February I posted my bucket list this year with 47 Things I want to this year. One of the things on my list was to learn to make origami cranes and make 1,000 of them. Japanese legend says that any person who makes 1,000 cranes will have their wish granted. Now, I don't believe in genies from magic lamps or that making 1,000 cranes will truly change my life, but it sounded like a fun thing to do so I put it on my list.

I've learned to make them and have been slowly improving my technique. So far I've made 50 of them. (And Wilson, my cat, ate one of them...not ate as in chewed and swallowed, but he had fun pulling it apart!)

Here's the herd so far:


I'm ready for my close up, Mr. DeMille.


My coworker has been questioning me frequently about my bucket list so a bunch of these cranes are going to make their way into her cubicle today :o)

Friday, April 13, 2012

I first saw this on Lisa's blog and thought it was a good point so I wanted to share it here.
Thanks, Lisa, for posting this originally.

"For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For poise, walk with the knowledge that you will never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be 
restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed.
Never throw out anyone."
~Audrey Hepburn

Monday, March 26, 2012

Working on my Bucket List!

Back in February I created a list of 47 things I want to do this year. I’m a list maker and having a short term “bucket list” appeals to me. One of the items on my list is to memorize Psalm 139. I’ve never been good at memorizing Bible verses. I do okay for a while, but then it gets muddled and I end up saying things like, “Well, I can’t remember the exact words, but it goes something like…” Taking a year to memorize one Psalm might help engrain it in my life. A whole year, maybe it will stick :o)

Psalm 139 was one of the first things I learned after I came to know God 15 years ago. Thursday is my 15th rebirthday! Sometimes it’s hard to believe it’s been 15 years since that night in a little church in the middle of a farmer’s field where I met the Lord, really met Him, and gave my heart to Him.

In those early days I used verses 23 and 24 as a way of letting God point out the things I needed to change. They read:

Search me, O god, and know my heart; Try me, and know my anxieties; And see if there is any wicked way in me, And lead me in the way everlasting.


It never failed that God would show me things that I needed to work on in my life. It’s been 15 years and it still never fails that He shows me things that need working on when I pray those words.

But those verses are at the end of the psalm and I’m still working on memorizing the first part. The last few weeks I have been looking at the copy of the psalm that I posted on my bathroom mirror. (The mirror is called into duty for more than just making sure I don’t have spinach stuck in my teeth!) In the first 3 verses it says that God knows me. He knows my lying down and rising up. He is acquainted with all many ways. I find comfort in the fact that is acquainted with all my ways.

He knows my thoughts, my lying down and rising up, all my ways and He STILL loves me! Each morning I see those words I am reminded that despite me, He loves me. He knows my ways, so I can’t do anything to cause Him to not love me.

What verses do you find comfort in?

Friday, March 23, 2012

Abundant Life

Don't ask yourself what the world needs; ask yourself what makes you come alive. And then go and do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive."
~Harold Whitman
I saw this quote in a magazine recently and I love it. God isn't asking us to be perfect. He's given each of us things that make us come alive and all He asks is that we use what He has given us. Don't wait, come alive today!

Monday, March 19, 2012

Leadership

Last week I saw this video of a short talk given by Drew Dudley at TEDxToronto. I like what he has to say about leadership. So many people think that leadership requires training, education, a fancy title. I think we are all leaders in different ways and have the ability to change another's life without even trying. The video is 6.21 minutes long.

Friday, March 16, 2012

Fingerprint Friday

I've recently started reading Beki from The Rusted Chain's blog. I first saw her jewelry on Facebook and fell in love with simple, whimsical design. I don't have any of the pieces yet so if you're reading this and just have the desire you know what you can bestow upon me ;o)

On her blog she has started what she calls Fingerprint Friday based on these words from the beautiful song by Steven Curtis Chapman:

I can see the fingerprints of god
When I look at you
I can see the fingerprints of god
And I know its true
You're a masterpiece
That all creation quietly applauds
And you're covered with the fingerprints of god



I love the sentiments in this song and I see the fingerprints of God all over the place. Today I'm going to join Beki and post my own story on the subject.

My hairdresser has a three year old son who last spring told his mom and dad, "I asked Jesus for a baby sister and he said yes."

Months later they found out they were expecting a baby.

Monday their beautiful daughter came into the world. She is the answer to her big brother's heartfelt prayer.

I see the fingerprint of God in the simple faith of children who are not afraid of asking Jesus for exactly what they want and then trust he will fulfill their request.

Monday, February 20, 2012

47 Things To Do In My 47th Year

Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all. ~ Helen Keller
 I'm a great fan of lists. And I'm a great fan of stepping outside my box and challenging myself.  In that vein I decided to make a list of 47 things to do this, my 47th year of life.

I did something similar in 2008 when I decided to try something new every month for a year. You can read about some of those adventures by clicking the "year of living adventurously" category in the category list.

Here is what is on my list. I have left out the most personal items which is why some of the numbers are missing :o)

1. Learn to knit
2. Finish New York Times Crossword puzzle without help and without Googling anything
3.Take 1 picture everyday for 1 month
4. Run a 5K
5. Paint my bedroom
6. Memorize Psalm 139
7. Visit my Grandmother
8. Submit my novel to publishers/agents
9. Enter Operation First Novel
11. Take a road trip to Grand Junction
12. Run the Alzheimer's Memory Walk
13. Write my mom's book
15. Read Jane Austen
16. Take an art or photography class
17 Plant an herb garden
18. See the Rockies play
19. Take a cooking class
20. Raise $1,000 for Lewy Body Dementia
21. Write an ebook
22. Attend Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writer's Conference
23. Run a 5k in Hawaii
24. Write a screenplay
25. Make a movie
26. Submit short stories to contests
27. Hike the Manitou Incline
28. Climb a rockwall
29. Pursue applying to join the Daughters of the American Revolution
30. Make a quilt
31. Hike a 14er
32. Try archery
33. Go vegetarian for one week
34. Eat sushi
35. Visit one of the hot springs resorts
36. Learn to make origami cranes and make 1,000 cranes
37. Zip line
39. Take a zumba class
40. Visit the Great Sand Dunes of Colorado
41. Fly kites
42. Write one letter to my grandmother every other\ week starting 02/20/12
43. Shoot a pistol
44. Do a police ride along
45. Sew an outfit that I am actually okay with wearing in public
46. Try a food from a country I want to visit (country and food to be determined)
47. Visit Aspen, CO

and one for good measure courtesy of one of my many Amy friends....have my picture taken with a lacrosse player!


Some are very personal goals, but many are just things I have wanted to do and this seemed like a good time.

What about you? What would you put on a list of want to do things?

Friday, January 27, 2012

What Three Words Describe Your Life Right Now?


A local radio station has what they call “Three Word Thursday.” They invite listeners to call in and give three words that describe their life at that exact moment in time. It is an opportunity to stop and evaluate on a micro level.

I was thinking about doing this on my Facebook to see what people would say. I haven’t done that yet, but it did cause me to think about my life right now.

So, here are my three words for right now:

Uncertainty. Anticipation. Growth.

There is a lot of uncertainty in my work life right now. Changes are coming. I am in a place of praying and waiting for God’s word on the changes.

The anticipation of what those changes mean is sometimes bad and sometimes good. Bad because I don’t like not knowing what is coming. I prefer to know and have a plan.This is a life long trait for me. I wrote about my issues with Christmas presents and waiting to open them here. Unfortunately that isn’t the way God works so I am learning to deal with the unknowing. It’s good because I believe that even when change is hard it brings growth.

I’m already seeing the growth in my life because of this. Little sprouts are coming up and that’s a good thing.

As I thought about these words and what they mean for the coming year I was reminded of the Ledges at the Willis Tower, formerly known as the Sears Tower. Do you know about them?

The Ledge is a glass viewing deck that extends 4 feet outside the 103 floor observation deck. You can step out into the glass room and look straight down to the street 1,353 feet below you. Three sides, the floor and the ceiling are all 1 ½ inch thick glass. It is said that the Ledge can hold up to 3 tons.

The view must be incredible. It is a change of perspective. The thought of standing that far up on a sheet of glass that gives the illusion of standing on air gives me the willies. I have a fear of heights that is triggered even by looking at a video of the Ledge. I would, despite that fear, step out onto the Ledge and take in the view. I might put a death grip on the person nearest me, but I would do it. But I digress.

Stepping out on the Ledge requires trust that the thin layer of glass is going to support you; that you won’t plummet to the ground. And in return for that trust, you get to have a change of perspective that comes from stepping out on faith.

That’s where my three words have me right now. Standing on a thin slice of glass looking around. There is some fear, but the view is amazing and it is changing the way I think.

I would love to know, what are your three words?

Friday, January 20, 2012

What Does a Porch Swing Have to do With Your Dream?

Have you seen the CBS show Two Broke Girls? I was surprised to find that I actually enjoy this show. 

The storyline is that Caroline was a rich, spoiled girl whose dad ends up in prison and she loses pretty much everything except her horse, Chestnut.  Max is a tough girl who is working two jobs and living in an illegal sublet. For fun Max makes cupcakes.
Caroline and Max end up as roommates after Caroline gets a job at the diner where Max waitresses. Later that night Max finds Caroline sleeping on the subway (I missed part of the early shows so I’m not quite sure where the horse was during this.) Despite her seemingly uncaring attitude Max takes Caroline home so she has a place to sleep.
They begin to develop a friendship and encourage each other. When Caroline finds out about Max’s cupcakes she sets out to help Max build a business. Max in turn helps Caroline deal with life without all the perks she once had.
On this week’s episode a new neighbor moves in upstairs and changes the status quo by playing loud music. The neighbor is a Polish immigrant who is running a cleaning business and saving money to build a house by a lake in Poland. She has a porch swing in her living room.
When asked about the swing she says, “The swing is for the dream house, but why wait? Dream is now.”
This episode made me smile and was a vivid reminder to not put things off. We all have dreams, but sometimes we need to live our dreams now. Maybe we can’t have the whole lake house yet, but we can have the swing.

Why wait? Dream is now. What can you do today to bring part of your dreams to life now?

Friday, January 13, 2012

Local Treasure

Right here in my community is a fine arts center. In the past I haven’t spent much time there because I’ve seen their permanent collection. Other than a room full of Spanish style religious art that fascinates me the other works are okay, but not something I need to look at each week.


However, in the last year Dad and I have taken several out of town visitors there to see special collections and I’ve realized I’ve been missing out. After one visit I wrote about Joellyn Duesberry’s art and some of the pictures that I liked. Then in October we went again and I was exposed to work of Birger Sandzen.

Birger Sandzen is a Swedish born artist who came to the United States to teach at Bethany College in Lindsborg, Kansas. He liked it so well he remained a resident of the United States until his death in 1954.








Sandzen had a special affinity for Colorado and that alone made me like him. He used a lot of pastel colors while painting the Front Range landscape including Pikes Peak and Garden of the Gods.

His oil paintings are thick and textured. My niece said, “He uses a lot of paint.” She’s an artist so I guess that’s a technical assessment. I was so tempted to touch the paintings and experience them through my finger tips as much as through my eyes.

My recent forays into the land of art and culture have convinced me our local fine arts center is definitely a treasure.

What local cultural treasures do you have in your area?

Monday, January 9, 2012

Why Does God Make us Face our Fears?

So, my friends, how do you feel about fear? I think we all have things in life that we fear and if we allow it, those fears can overwhelm us and hold us back.


Ten years ago about this time I was just beginning to face a fear that I’d had for a while but had never had to face. I was coming down to the end of a lease where I was living and I began to think about buying a house of my own.

The thought of owning a home was a little daunting. What if I lost my job and wasn’t able to make the mortgage payments? This scared me and was one of the reasons I had yet to take the plunge. Mind you, I had never involuntarily left a job, it was always my choice but the thought of this happening scared me.

By April the decision had been made. I had found my cute Little House on the Prairie (so named because the wind rolls in off the plains east of town.) I was getting ready to sign the multiple papers needed for a mortgage and by middle of May the house would be mine. Well, mine and the banks for the next 30 years.

As I moved forward with this I prayed that God would provide for the mortgage. I had a good job and I was able to comfortably meet all my obligations. I thought my prayers were just an insurance policy. I thought it was all up to me.

In May I became a homeowner and in July I found out that I was going to be laid off. Suddenly I was face-to-face with my monster and I didn’t like it.

Image: winnond/FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Isn’t this just like God? At the time I couldn’t see it, but when I look back I see that this was God’s way of making me face the fear. He wanted me to see that I was afraid because some things I can’t control. He wanted me to really understand that I’m not in control to begin with. How many times had I said “God is in control?” Many, many times. God wanted those words to become a heart song.

I was finally going to have to trust that God was truly in control. I had to let go of my fear and let God do what He does best – take care of His children.

A new job came my way 9 months later. In those 9 months my previous employer allowed me to continue on as a floating employee so that I was never actually without a paycheck. It was a humble time for me as I was doing jobs that could be considered beneath my experience and education. But those jobs paid the bills and supported me.

Seven years later in my new job I was once again in a situation of losing my job. Budget cuts caused the elimination of my job position and others. I was one of 28 who went to work one day and were unemployed the next.

What are the odds of one of my greatest fears happening twice within 7 years of buying my house?

The second time was different for me. I knew that God had a plan in this job loss. I knew that things would work out in the way God had in mind. The second time was not about me. It was a bigger part of God’s plan. I wrote about that second lay-off on my friend, Cynthia’s blog and you can read more about how God worked in my family’s life through that time in my guest post "A Hard and Beautiful Year."

Yes, I believe that God sometimes forces us to face our fears so that we learn to trust Him more deeply. It is in our dependence on and trust in Him that He can use us to minister in other’s lives.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Rocky Mountain High

This Rocky Mountain Writer loves the mountains. They tower over the city and are always such an amazing sight. This time of year morning commutes are often beautiful as the mountains are lit from the sun rising east of them and bathing them in purples and pinks.

This morning the snow capped mountains greeted me as I drove to work. This was my morning welcome...

My sad little camera phone doesn't do it justice, but I think you can get the idea.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Crazy Life

So, you know, my life is perfect. My house is always trendy, comfortable, and neat. I’m uber organized.



Always on time. The appliances all work like they’re supposed to.


Yep, MY toilets never get backed up and MY lawn always looks perfect.


The car tires never lose air. The projects I start always get finished and look fabulous to boot.


You will never see me with a hair out of place. I always look like I stepped off the pages of Vogue Magazine.


Perfect and unchaotic, that is me…

My perfect kitchen cabinet with one missing door. Trendy!?!


Bwahahaha! If you believed me, I’ve got some lovely ocean front property…

Last week a friend posted on Facebook about all these seemingly tough things happening in his life. He followed it with the words, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

His post got me thinking that about my own life and my sometimes lack of gratitude for what I have. This was my own post about life:

Up since 4am this morning after taking my daddy to the airport, hours cut at work and potential layoffs in the future, a wild cat chasing his tail, more things on the weekend to-do list than hours in the weekend, clicker on car still doesn't work, went to work this morning with a black sock hanging out of my sleeve because of static cling. Life is a crazy ride and God is squeezing me out of my comfort zone, but I love my life. Thanks Dan for reminding me to relish the life God has given me no matter how out of control it sometimes seems.
This friend’s post reminded me that though my life isn’t perfect it’s the one God has given me. It’s the one He will use if I let. I am right where I’m supposed to be and there is a lot to be said for living my own life even if it isn’t perfect.

Monday, October 10, 2011

It's Just Like Riding a Bike

Alone on the gravel, curving, downhill driveway with the sun shining brightly on her purple bike with the banana seat the young girl decided to ride without hands for the first time. Her brother did it, why couldn’t she?


She pedaled hard to get moving and then released the handlebars and clapped her hands. The front wheel hit a small rock and turned sideways. The bike toppled and the little girl flew into the gravel on her bare knees and hands.

After being bandaged up by her mother the girl got back on her bike a little older and a lot wiser. She would save the riding with no hands practice for a flat, smooth surface.



This is me on my first big girl bike circa 1970 something. I loved that bike. It was purple with a real banana seat and later a white basket with flowers on the handlebars.

Throughout my childhood riding bikes was fun and everyone did it. I rode this bike for many years. I did eventually learn to ride with no hands on this bike. In my teen years I traded my purple bike for a blue 10-speed and then 4-wheeled vehicles starting striking my fancy.

The 10-speed traveled with me to several apartments and then was relegated to live under the sundeck at my parent’s house and was eventually given away or donated. I moved on and for years never missed my bikes.

Last week, though, I was in Michigan visiting my sister. On a crisp, sunny Monday morning we pulled hers and her daughter’s bikes out of the garage. It had been 30 years since I had been on a bike that wasn’t stationary. Excited and a little nervous I took the bike helmet when offered.

I found that riding a bike really is just like riding a bike. It’s not a skill that’s easily forgotten. We took off through the neighborhood and then 1 block “in the city” as my nephew call’s riding on the sidewalk down one of the main roads to the park near their house.

After finishing our ride and returning home I felt thrilled all day. It was a feeling I haven’t felt in 30 years. It made me feel like a child again, living freely and enjoying life. It’s a feeling I should strive to find in my life more often. Being a grown-up is something I can’t change, but remembering to let my inner child have fun is something I can change.

Monday, September 26, 2011

Conquering Uncertainty

It is dark and cool. The light sound of traffic and the soft chirping of night creatures drift in on the breezes through the open window. The sweet scent of the night air surrounds me and has dissipated the dry, cooped up air from being closed all day.


My stomach growls softly with a small hunger. I consider going downstairs to get a PBJ sandwich and a glass of ice cold Diet Pepsi despite the clock reading 12:32am.

I sit in the dark and snippets of life stroll through my head. The uncertainty that permeates my life weighs down like heavy blankets on a winter’s night.

It’s my uncertainty, not God’s. I find that oddly comforting.

This world hasn’t been completely certain since the moment Eve took the fruit from the tree. Uncertainty is now part of the human condition.

A friend once called me a Type A- personality, not totally A, but definitely not a B. That A- minus in me makes me loathe the not knowing; makes me uncomfortable with knowing my plans are tentative.

One of my favorite verses is Jeremiah 29:11 which says the Lord has plans for us. These plans are to prosper us and not to harm us. I cling to this verse like a toddler clings to her binky. I know that prosper doesn’t mean He’s going to shower me with worldly things and riches. I also know that hurt, pain, and ugliness of this world come before the prospering.

God’s plan for prospering me means to save me from eternal death and to bring me to heaven. Jeremiah 29:11 doesn’t promise me no uncertainty. It promises that my only certainty is that regardless of this life I will spend eternity with Him in heaven.

So, here in the night I lay the uncertainty at His feet. I tell Him what I would like but that I’m open to His plan. I pray to mean those words because only in trusting can I conquer the uncertainty.

Monday, September 5, 2011

Who Do You Say that I Am?

He said to them, "But who do you say that I am?" ~Matthew 16:15

Jesus asked these words of the apostles and they responded that He was the Christ. A few weeks ago this was the topic of the sermon on a Saturday night at my dad’s church. This question has followed me for the last few weeks.


He is the Chris, the son of God. True, but as I’ve pondered this I wondered if these words go far enough. My desire is to know Him more and in a very personal way. So I began to ask myself each day this question. “Who do I say He is?”



  • During moments of missing my mother that take my breath away He is my comfort.
“To proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord, And the day of vengeance of our God; To comfort all who mourn, To console those who mourn in Zion, To give them beauty for ashes, The oil of joy for mourning, The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; That they may be called trees of righteousness, The planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified.” ~Isaiah 61:2-3



  • In threats of layoff in a tough economy He is my provider.
“There I will provide for you, lest you and your household, and all that you have, come to poverty; for there are still five years of famine.” ~ Genesis 45:11



  • When sickness of body or soul comes He is my healer.
“For I will restore health to you, And heal you of your wounds,' says the Lord…” ~ Jeremiah 30:17


  • When I am fearful He is my peace.
“And the Lord appeared to him the same night and said, "I am the God of your father Abraham; do not fear, for I am with you…” ~ Genesis 26:24