It’s hard for me to believe that Thanksgiving is merely days away. The past month has been so intense for me, and for my family, and the days have flown by in a whirlwind.   

In October, doctors discovered a large tumor growing in my husband’s spinal column. Thanksgiving will mark exactly one month (to the day) since we were given a positive diagnosis of lymphoma. The ironic timing of that brings a smile to my lips. In spite of cancer rearing its ugly head in our life in a huge way, we have been incredibly blessed, and we have so much to be thankful for!  

We have experienced the love, support, and prayers of family, friends, co-workers, clients, and church family (and even people we didn’t know KNEW us!) in ways we never could have imagined just a month ago. We have been overwhelmed by the care and concern of our entire community, and the Lord’s hand touching our lives, and we have been amazed and humbled by it all.  

In just a few short weeks, we have learned so much. We’ve learned about cancer, chemo therapy and blood cell counts. We’ve learned that our family is stronger than we ever knew. We’ve learned that the Lord provides for us in the most marvelous and unexpected ways. We’ve learned that when crisis hits, people come together and surround those affected in an embrace of warmth and comfort so deep that it defies comprehension. We’ve learned that compassion is an art, and that the pictures it paints decorate the halls of our hearts with beautiful shades of strength, encouragement and love.  

We have personally discovered the life-changing truth of 2 Corinthians 12:9:

“But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.”

The Lord has been whispering so many things to my heart during this time… teaching me so many things. Some of them I can’t even express in words yet, but like Mary, I’m treasuring them up in my heart. And maybe that’s as it should be. Perhaps some of these things were intended specifically for me alone, and not even meant to be shared. I think there’s something sacred in that. But I am reveling in His presence and provision just the same. I am my Beloved’s and He is mine, and His banner over me is definitely love!

My family is seeing Thanksgiving from an entirely new perspective this year. We’re not focused on the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, a delicious meal, and football (although we’re looking forward to all those things!), but rather we are embracing the opportunity to give thanks for a bounty that stretches beyond measure.  Not that we don’t always focus on the Lord and give Him thanks, but it seems that the things we have to be thankful for this year are so extreme and glorious that it has our hearts bursting with joy and gratitude. Everything… every feeling, every reflection… is magnified under the microscope of His goodness and faithfulness. He is worthy of so much more than our humble thanks, and yet He accepts our meager offering graciously and gives of Himself even more extravagantly in return. What an absolutely amazing Father we have!

Our prayer for you is that you will experience the grip of His grace this Thanksgiving. That you will view His provision with wonder and awe. May your day be filled with the laughter and love of family and friends, and special moments in which you catch a glimpse of memories in the making, and His glory revealed.

Grace and peace… from our house to yours!

We’re working our way through “The Truth Project” during our Wednesday night Bible Study. Dr. Del Tackett is leading us through a journey of just what it means to have a biblical worldview, and so far, the trip has been thought provoking and exciting. Developed by Focus on the Family, this series of teachings is inspiring us to look at our impact on the world around us. Do our lives have eternal significance here on planet earth? They should!

In my tabernacle study today, this quote screamed at me: “To be called to a generation [and Scripture makes it clear that before the foundations of the earth, we were called to be His, and He prepared works for us to do] means we have to be relevant in it.” At the core (to me, anyway), that’s what The Truth Project is all about. Recognizing that we are here for a purpose, and that purpose is to glorify God and make a difference in this crazy world for Him. Guess He wants me to get this, huh?

Last night we talked about transformation. Romans 12:2 says this:

 “And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God.”

 The word for transformed is “metamorphoo”, has the basic meaning of changing into another form. It’s not a superficial fluctuation of fashion or conduct, but a vital change, revealing a new life. Think butterfly… and it’s metamorphosis. Growing up we used to sing a song called “Bullfrogs & Butterflies”. Ever heard it? The major line of the chorus was “bullfrogs & butterflies… they’ve both been born again.” This concept wasn’t new to me. But some of the details that were brought out through our discussions last night were.

Like this… the caterpillar has to enter that cocoon to experience transformation. It has to be shut off from the world, as it knew it, and then it undergoes this incredible change. One of our homeschooling dads pointed out that it literally becomes this mushy thing inside the cocoon. It doesn’t even remotely resemble what it was before… it’s just a blob of goo, which then becomes the butterfly.

When I come to Christ, there is a moment in time when everything I have known has to be left behind. He brings such newness of life and something so drastically different from anything I’ve known before… and I have to be willing to turn my back on the familiar and enter this cocoon of His making, whatever it looks like for me, so that He can have His way with me. I can’t cling to my old rigid form, but must allow myself to be reduced to a substance that is pliable, moldable… much like the blob the caterpillar must become before it can reach its full potential as a butterfly… before it can reach the point where it can be all the Lord created it to be.

My guess is that the caterpillar never expected to be able to soar through the air. It probably resented being confined in the cocoon, and experienced the changes to its body with a mixture of fear and wonder. Kind of like me, as I watch the Lord bring circumstances into my life that seem so difficult, and unlike anything I would have chosen for myself (or my loved ones – cancer, anyone?) Yet I have the advantage of knowing the One who is at work. I trust Him. And while the process may be bothersome, and painful, and even HARD… and I watch with a mixture of fear and wonder at what the Lord is doing in my life, I know with all my heart that He is watching out for me. Past experience has taught me that He will bring about a change in me that goes beyond anything I could have imagined… that He will give me the ability to soar through the storms and that He will create something beautiful that I never could have imagined up for myself. His dreams for me are so much bigger than my own. I’m thankful.

Here’s to waiting on the Lord, and, as my strength is exchanged for His, to soaring on eagle’s wings.

Carried along by His Spirit,

“Thank God.” Such simple words, but what profound truth is in them… what power!

Yesterday I left the hospital to see if I could scrounge up some yarn and knitting needles. I figured if we’re going to be stuck here for a while, I might as well get started on some Christmas presents, right? Long story short, after a stressful hour at AC Moore not finding what I needed (could have had something to do with my state of mind), I just dropped my basket of yarn and left. Driving home, my mind was running through different scenarios. I was imagining the oncologist sitting with us and giving us a diagnosis of lymphoma. I could see myself crying over and over, “Thank God… Thank God.” No sooner did those words run through my mind than I rounded a corner and there was a church sign, blank but for the words “Thank God”. The floodgates opened and the tears flowed. Not that it was a sign that the biopsy results would come back as we hope, but the knowledge that whatever the results… we will thank God.

^“Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” (1 Thessalonians 5:16-18)

“Let us offer the sacrifice of praise to God continually, that is, the fruit of our lips giving thanks to His name” . . . (Hebrews 13:15)

I’m thanking the Lord today for a husband who is on fire for Him. He is seriously shouting the praises of our God, to anyone who will listen. This morning an aid was in here cleaning the room and Joel was on the phone with a brother in Christ. He intentionally steered their conversation to talk of faith, and grace, and salvation… knowing that the aid was listening to every word. As I type this, he is on the phone next to me, tearfully praying with a client who doesn’t know the Lord. Jesus in Joel ROCKS. I thank God for him!

I’m thanking the Lord for children who are being so strong and supportive, even though they’re dealing with their own pain and fear. Jessica, you have been handed a huge burden in caring for your siblings, not to mention the countless other errands and responsibilities we have asked you to handle. And you shine, my love! Jasmine, you are such a joy and a breath of fresh air to us. Your optimism and constant smiles keep us smiling when it would be easier to cry. You’re so special, angel! Sweet Noah… your prayer for me the other night blessed me so much. That you could comfort ME, when as a mother, I should be comforting you… it says so much about the young man you’re becoming and your heart for others. Do you realize that prayer made you a “minister” the other night? You’re my favorite boy in the whole wide world! The three of you together make an incredible team. Hang in there and keep loving on each other. Remember our talk last night… let God use you to help each other. We are so proud of each of you, and we love you beyond measure. We thank God for you!

I’m thanking the Lord for our family and friends. You have been showering us with the love of God, and supporting us in ways that we couldn’t have even imagined we needed. Yet each thing you do, or say, or pray… has been perfect. From bringing us clothes (and financial help), to caring for our children, providing meals and groceries, visiting, sharing words of encouragement, prayer vigils, and a million other things that we probably don’t even know about. Christ in you is beautiful and we will never forget the love you have shown to us during this difficult time. Your response has awakened in us the realization that we do not do nearly enough for others. Seeing the way you have so selfLESSly given of your time, and yourselves, even, has motivated us to give more generously ourselves in the future, to listen more intently, to reach out more readily, and to love more deeply. You have been Jesus to us, and through you, He has stirred us up to be MORE. We thank God for each and every one of you!

Mostly, we thank Him for Who He is.  Amazing. Utterly unfathomable. Immeasurable love. Unending faithfulness. Savior.

Do you know Him? Do you know that you know that you know… That there is a God who loves you so much He sent His Son to die on a cross as payment for you sin? That through that sacrifice, He offered the only way for man to come to God? That if you seek Him with your whole heart, He has promised that you will find Him? We pray that in some small way, through us, you will see a glimpse of the Lord that we love. The One who is holding all of our days in His hand, and who holds our hearts as well. If you have any questions about Him at all… or our faith… please ask us. We would LOVE to sit and talk with you about who this Jesus is and what He means to us… what He can do for YOU. We love you all!

Joel & Heather

Thank you all for your prayers for Joel… for our family. I thought it would be good to give you a rundown of information all in one place so you would understand how we got to where we are. It’s difficult to piece it altogether from the separate posts on facebook. While I’m very thankful to have a great way to get information out quickly, it’s difficult if you’re coming in halfway through. So…. *deep breath*

This past summer, Joel took a spill while he and Noah were out biking. He landed on the pavement, on his shoulder. We thought he might have broken a rib, but since they don’t really do anything for that, he opted to skip the doc and let it heal.

The pain continued through the summer, and at one point, Joel wondered if it wasn’t a heart issue, rather than a rib. He started wearing his nitro around his neck again, and took a pill when the pain came on. It didn’t stop it, just gave him a bad headache… so he knew it wasn’t that.

About three weeks ago, the pain escalated. Joel went to see his primary care physician, who told him it was muscular and prescribed a muscle relaxer and hydrocodone. After about a week, he felt worse, not better. He went back to see Dr. Hubble (Frank) on Wednesday of last week and he thought maybe his back was out of whack, so he did some “adjustments” (think chiropractor-like stuff), and sent him home, telling him he should feel better in a day or two.

By Saturday, Joel was in excruciating pain. He went back to see Frank, who gave him valium (as a muscle relaxer) and oxycodone, a stronger narcotic. He also did a chest xray. In looking at the xray, Frank asked Joel when he was going to quit smoking. He hasn’t smoked in 30 years. The xray appeared to show the lungs of a seasoned smoker. Weird. Frank said he’d send the xray to Boston to be read, and told Joel it looked as though he had two fractured vertebrae.

Joel continued to work this whole time. On Tuesday of this past week, he called me at work and said he needed me to come pick him up. The pain had been so severe he had taken a second dose of the narcotic, and it made him sick. He was sleeping on a cot in the nurse’s office at the elementary school he was working at. The school administrator explained to me what had happened and was very concerned for Joel. My coworker drove Joel’s car back to my office and I drove Joel straight to the medical clinic.

Frank ordered a CT scan. That took place on Thursday. Within an hour of leaving the hospital, another doctor from Saco River called and told Joel he needed to call an ambulance immediately and go to the hospital. The CT scan revealed a tissue mass encasing his spinal column. The fear was that it would touch his spinal cord and paralyze him. They said he needed emergency surgery to cut the tissue away from his spine.

When I finally got to Memorial Hospital, they already had Joel strapped to a back board and wearing a neck brace. The doctor on call told me that while they couldn’t be certain without a biopsy, it looked like Joel had non-hodgkins lymphoma. While not good, it’s treatable and he should be fine. Joel’s PCP also told me that his lungs are actually clear. The cloudiness they had thought was lung damage was actually the tissue mass, behind his lungs. The mass is attached to his spinal column and wraps around his rib cage.

After a horrible ambulance ride for Joel, he arrived at Maine Medical Center where a neurosurgeon looked at the CT pictures and told us the mass, while attached to the spinal column, was NOT in immediate danger of reaching the spinal chord (meaning he didn’t have to have surgery right away). He said that he suspected we needed an oncologist more than we needed his services.

Thursday night they did an MRI that took two hours, and then another CT
 scan in the morning. From those pictures they learned where to take the biopsy. That was done around 3pm on Friday. The results will take a few days to come back. We won’t have them until Monday or Tuesday.

The initial findings (although without the actual test results, these are merely guesses) are that it is either lymphoma or myloma. If it’s lymphoma, it responds well to chemo and radiation, and the prognosis is good. If it’s myloma, things get complicated. This would not respond to treatments well, so surgery would be required. The surgery would be extensive and risky, because the tissue mass is so close to the spinal column. Paralysis is a concern. They would have to go in, cut the tissue away from the spinal column, put in some pins and plates and other things I can’t remember right now, and then he would have chemo and radiation after, as an added measure.

Whoever thought I’d be praying for my husband to be diagnosed with lymphoma?

That’s where we’re at right now. If the result is lymphoma, this coming week will involve lots of testing (some difficult – bone marrow, spinal tap, etc), and then a surgery to put in a port for treatments, and then his first treatment before we go home. That would put us home the end of this week at the very earliest. If the surgery is required, then we’re looking at a completely different (and longer) time frame… one I’m not ready to think about yet.

There is still a miniscule chance that the biopsy will test negative for cancer. How wonderful would that be? Our God is mighty enough to accomplish that… if it’s his will. Being a huge believer in God’s sovereignty is a double edged sword. As I told Pastor Bob this afternoon, it’s comforting to know that God is in control. He’s not surprised by this place we find ourselves in. At the same time, because I know of His sovereignty, it scares me, because I know that His plan is not always what I would prefer. I know full well that His will trumps my fleshly desires regarding the outcome of this biopsy. That’s hard. I know He’s good and faithful and kind. I’m thankful for that. I know that if His plan is not what we would hope for, that He will sustain us through whatever the future holds, but there are still moments where I am just overwhelmed at where we are today, and thoughts of where we could be six months from now. Yet not our will, but His be done. I recently told a dear friend that the center of God’s will is always the best place to b. even when it’s difficult.

In the meantime, we’re looking for ways to bring glory to God, moment by moment. We are purposefully seeking opportunities to point others to Christ. In every interaction we have, whether it’s loved ones visiting, a doctor doing an exam, or the cashier taking our money in the cafeteria… we want our words and actions to have an eternal impact and bring glory to our Father in Heaven. I am in awe of Jesus in my husband. He is speaking Christ to everyone around him with tearful passion. He is seizing every chance he gets to share His Savior with anyone who will listen. He is on FIRE, and it’s incredible to witness. It makes me think of Jeremiah’s words:  “…but His word was in mine heart as a burning fire shut up in my bones, and I was weary with forbearing, and I could not stay.” (Jer. 20:9) I’m blessed beyond measure by his example. We were talking last night about how we wish it didn’t take having our world come crashing down like this to give us such a passion for sharing Christ with others. But here we are, and so we press on. It has been an absolute joy to watch my husband do that. I’m in awe of Jesus in him. It’s moving, and amazing, and absolutely the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.  

We continue to covet your prayers, and will keep you updated as much as possible. Thank you all so much for your love and support… demonstrated in so many different ways. Our hearts are filled to overflowing with gratitude and love for each of you. We’re humbled and in awe of Christ as we sit on the receiving end of His ministry to us, through you all. Words will never be enough to describe it, even for someone who loves words as much as I do.  God bless you all!

It’s 10:47pm, and there’s not a soul within earshot. I’m sitting in an MRI waiting room at Maine Medical Center. After hours of company (which we’ve cherished), I’m completely alone. A couple of great guys in blue scrubs have taken my husband off for an hour and a half procedure and here I sit.

I can hear the hum of the heating system (or is it air conditioning?), and a small television set is droning on about some college football star who’s just died.  This morning, I would have listened with interest. Tonight, I can’t decide if the sound of the TV is irritating or comforting. I feel frozen in this chair, unable to even make a move to lean over and shut it off. I feel completely incapable of making any decisions, even something as simple as whether or not I want to listen to a television.

I’m scared. I don’t say that lightly. I don’t scare easily, and I’ve been through some frightening stuff in my life. I nearly lost a four year old daughter to a fire. I’ve paced in the cardiac waiting room on four separate occasions as my husband had stents put in his heart. I’ve prayed and worshiped with friends at the bedside of their loved ones as they were ushered into the Kingdom. Typically, in crisis, I’m the stable one. I’m the rock. I’m the voice of optimism and complete trust in the Lord.

But tonight? Tonight I’m a mess. I can’t eat, even though my stomach is screaming in protest over that fact. I can’t think clearly. My head is pounding and my mind is racing. Tonight, I’m the one keeled over in emotional pain, desperately wanting someone to tell me it’s all going to be ok, but knowing that I won’t find comfort or believe it when they say it anyway.

It’s not that I don’t believe God can work miracles. I know He can. I’ve been on the receiving end of so many. He has always been faithful in my life, and I know He always will be. I just don’t know what that’s going to look like.

Because I also know His sovereignty, and I know that He allows hard things… really hard things, to come into our lives. So while I know He COULD make all of this better in an instant, I also know that He might not. And that’s what scares me. I know He will be faithful through this, whatever it ends up being and meaning for me, for us… but I know that His faithfulness doesn’t necessarily mean delivering me from my circumstances. It doesn’t mean that the MRI is going to come back clean and that the fibrous tissue surrounding Joel’s rib cage and spinal cord is going to magically disappear in the next hour and a half. It doesn’t mean the biopsy they take tomorrow is going to prove negative for cancer when so many other signs point to that conclusion.

Angioplasty? Open heart surgery? Been there, done that, could write a book for the wives waiting in the lobby… but this cancer thing? It is rocking me to the core. I don’t know how to deal with it. How to process it. How to wrap my mind around it.

 So instead I’m wrapping myself up in the promises of the One who holds my days in His hands.

Psalm 18:2 “The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.”

Psalm 36:7 “How excellent is thy lovingkindness, O God! therefore the children of men put their trust under the shadow of thy wings.”

Psalm 37:23-24 “The steps of a man are established by the LORD, when he delights in his way;  though he fall, he shall not be cast headlong, for the LORD upholds his hand.”

Psalm 40:11 “As for you, O LORD, you will not restrain your mercy from me; your steadfast love and your faithfulness will ever preserve me!”

I still don’t know what the future holds. We could be handed a gift tomorrow, or some news that will change things completely… but as I drench myself in the water of the Word, I’m blanketed with comfort.  The Lord God Almighty is my deliverer. He is my strength and my refuge. He is in control and He has my best interests (and those of my family) at heart. His heart is the safest place to be. So whatever comes, I choose to trust Him. I have no better refuge in this current storm than His everlasting arms… and if I collapse? I won’t need to be caught, because I’m already firmly held in His loving grasp.

I’ll post again when I have new information. Thank you for your sweet intercession. We covet your prayers and appreciate and love you all more than you’ll ever know. The passage I studied earlier this week about Aaron and Hur holding up Moses’ hands so the Lord could deliver victory has taken on fresh meaning for me this day. The love, concern and support shown to us in the span of just a few hours when everything was happening so fast… it was (and continues to be) an incredible source of encouragement and strength. God bless you… each and every one of you. We love you!

Like many families in the area, we recently enjoyed some outings to the Fryeburg Fair. It comes to town once a year, and let me tell you, it is a big to-do! We all have our own reasons for loving the fair. The kids love the Midway, with all the rides and carnival games. Joel and I both love the food (of course), and we were blessed this year to get a day just for the two of us to go, walk the fair and enjoy each other’s company… along with many of the barns and exhibits that the children don’t particularly care about anymore. It was a wonderful day!

As we passed by a few of the rides (we avoid those at all costs, being older and less adventurous), I noticed something. Many of the lights on the rides were burnt out. They seemed rundown and shabby… not anything at all like what I remember as a child. I remember the excitement that just the sight of those cars all lit up brought. I could practically feel my heart racing as I thought back to waiting in line for my turn. It was a once-a-year spectacular event… and I couldn’t wait for it!

It occurs to me that the mechanical rides were probably just as dilapidated and rundown when I was little, but my perspective was completely different. I saw it through the wonder-struck eyes of a child, instead of the skeptical, critical eyes of a mature woman (one with babies to keep safe, I might add).

“Then they brought little children to Him, that He might touch them; but the disciples rebuked those who brought them.  But when Jesus saw it, He was greatly displeased and said to them, ‘Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of God. Assuredly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will by no means enter it.’  And He took them up in His arms, laid His hands on them, and blessed them.” Mark 10:13-16

Child-like faith. It’s no wonder we become disillusioned with our walk with the Lord from time to time. As we “grow up” in our faith, sometimes we can lose that sense of excitement that we had when our faith was brand new. Jesus tells us we are to come as little children. What does that look like?

1. Children are filled with wonder. They are filled with hope. As a little girl, I didn’t see the burnt out bulbs on the bumper cars, because my eyes were trained on the ones that DID sparkle. I marveled over the tiniest things. I expected GOOD things. So when did this cynicism creep in?

If I’m to have the faith Jesus spoke of in Mark 10, I need to follow the advice given in Philippians 4:8 – “Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things.” As I meditate on THESE things, perhaps my tendency to look at things from a negative perspective will diminish. My skepticism and critical attitude will be replaced by awe and wonder at the hand of God in my life, and I will find myself engaging in thanksgiving and praise, rather than complaining despair.

2. Children are honest. Kids don’t put on airs or pretend to be something they’re not, and most times (often at seemingly inopportune times and to the chagrin of their parents), they tell it like it is. Did you know that at the root of the word “confess” in Greek [homologeo] literally means “to say the same as”? Child-like faith includes a spirit of confession… of telling it like it is. If I’m to truly come to Christ as He would have me, I need to start being honest about the sin in my life. I need to see my sin as He sees it, agree that I’m guilty, and repent of it.

1 John 1:9 says, “If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” It’s interesting to note that in the Greek, the word “confess” here is present tense. That means it’s not just a one time thing, but it’s a continual practice. And you know what? There are times that a blanket “forgive me for falling short” doesn’t cut it. If I’m going to truly repent of the sin in my life, I need to get real with the Lord and name it. “Father, I’m so sorry for bearing this grudge against my sister. Please forgive me and teach me how to move forward in love.” You can fill in the blank with anything you like… but I think it’s truly important to get specific when we’re seeking to be changed. “Help me be better” doesn’t give me any direction for how to go about turning from my sin to the Lord… but “help me let go of the bitterness I have in my heart over this particular situation” is going to focus my prayers, and also make me more attentive to the Spirit’s leading in that area. The kind of faith I’m seeking is one that holds nothing back when it’s time to ‘fess up.

3. Children are trusting. I have vivid memories of sitting in front of my Dad’s tape deck when I was 6 or 7 years old, listening to old recordings of Bill & Gloria Gaither (ok, I’m dating myself here). My parents loved the Gaithers, and we spent many hours with them and their music. It makes me smile to tell you this, but I thought my parents were close personal friends of the Gaithers. I was convinced of it. The way they talked about them made it sound as though we were all practically family. Although in a spiritual sense we are, I chuckle now as I think back over being confused at a concert that my parents didn’t want to go for coffee with Bill & Gloria once the stadium emptied. See, if I hadn’t been taught that it was the Father Himself who hung the moon, I’d have told you my Dad did it. I believed everything he said. I trusted him completely.  Children are like that. They trust. They believe.

How my Father’s heart must break sometimes when I lay my circumstances at His feet, and then quickly snatch them back up again as if He can’t possibly handle things the way I need Him to. He has given me assurance after assurance through the scriptures, and yet I still struggle with complete surrender to Him. He has proven Himself to be faithful time and time again, but my stubborn heart and foolish pride so often refuses to take Him at His Word. Oh to have the trusting heart of a child who knows, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that her Daddy DID hang the moon and is more than able to lovingly tend to her. “Now all glory to God, who is able, through His mighty power at work within us, to accomplish infinitely more than we might ask or think, to Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen.” (Ephesians 3:20)

So often I fear that my faith is more childish than child-like. But by His grace, He is cultivating in me, the heart of a daughter who’s eyes are fixed on the good stuff, who is straight up honest about the sin in her life and intent on turning from it, and who is leaning on the everlasting arms with all her weight, fully confident of her Father’s ability to finish the work He’s begun in her, and to work all things for her good and His glory. As I see that fleshed out in my walk, more and more every day, the sparkle of this life in Christ is increasing. The more I learn of Him, the more in awe I am of how very great He is, and how very small I am. And this ride beats anything the fair has to offer!

Driving home from the fair last night, we were captivated by the moon. It kept peeking out from behind heavy clouds, almost as if dancing. It was there, shining brightly one moment, and then hidden from view the next.

We were discussing how cool it looked when Noah piped up from the backseat, “Mama… wouldn’t that make a great picture for a devotional?”

I smiled to myself, wondering what he was thinking. “Why do you say that, Noah?”

“Well, it’s like life. Sometimes things happen and you think that Jesus isn’t there, but He is… right there behind the clouds. Just cuz you can’t always SEE Him, doesn’t mean He’s not there.”

Even though I hate cliches, I can’t resist: out of the mouths of babes, eh?

^“Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.”   (Heb. 11:1)

^“Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”  (2 Cor. 4:16-18)

“We walk by faith, not by sight.” (2 Cor. 5:7)

What are you looking for today? Seen, or unseen, He has promised that we will find Him when we seek Him with our whole hearts. Rest in that knowledge today… He is there, because He promised He is – even if the clouds of life seem to hide His face. Lean your whole weight upon the God who loves you… Jehovah Shammah – the Lord is THERE.

Just ask Noah. I think he’s gonna be a blogger one day.           

Before you start envisioning a couple of toe-headed twin boys, this post has nothing to do with Zach and Cody.

I mentioned here that we’re working on a woman’s retreat for the ladies at church. It’s called “The Sweet Life Cafe”, and is all about savoring the Bread of Life. The posters for the retreat came in and they were filled with pictures of women… but we thought it strange to put pictures of women we’d never seen on the posters, so my daughter Jessica volunteered to help out by snapping a few shots of us to put on our own posters.

We gathered around, and tried different poses — which all felt really awkward! It is SO hard to “act natural” while someone’s pointing a camera at you!  Someone suggested we take a picture praying, and so we grabbed hands, closed our eyes, and “posed”… but it was just too weird. Almost immediately, we began to REALLY pray… for the preparations and for all the ladies who will attend the retreat. It was a sweet, sweet time… and wouldn’t ya know… the best shots came from those moments of sincere intercession, rather than the ones where we were trying to frame the perfect shots.

I was so impressed with the way Jessica worked with the pics that I had to share a few with you. She has such talent!  I tried to put them in a smilebox presentation, but since I’ve never used it before and I’m running late for work, you’ll have to just take them plain and simple.

If you live in the area, make sure you set aside time to join us at The Sweet Life Cafe!! October 23-24, at Judy’s house! If you’d like more information, drop me an email or a message on facebook. I’ll be glad to answer any questions you might have! I can’t wait to enjoy this special time of friendship, fellowship and feasting on the Word with you!

I’m listening to the sound of dominoes collapsing. Noah is setting them up and knocking them over. I love what can happen when “screen time” has reached it’s end.

I’m anticipating a beautiful wedding this weekend. Brittany, I’m praying for you and Barrett — for your special day, but more importantly for your marriage. I love you!

I’m thankful that Jessica is settling into life at PSU. It’s odd not having her here. We miss her terribly… but we’re also incredibly proud of her for working so hard to make her dreams a reality. Love you, Jes!

I’m sipping Irish Breakfast tea. There’s something so soothing about the warm feel of the cup in my hands and the cool breeze drifting in the window. I love tea.

I’m struggling with patience. Waiting on the Lord has it’s own reward — and He IS my exceedingly great reward — but to know that He’s up to something big in my life, and to WAIT to see Him work… yeah.

I’m feeling tired, but it’s a good tired. It’s a tired that comes from a day spent in fellowship and serving, a day spent listening to the Lord whisper to my heart, a day spent reflecting, rather than working. It’s a good tired.

I’m procrastinating beginning rehearsals for our Christmas Cantata. I don’t know why, really. I love working with the choir and the unity that is built through ministering together. I love putting together a gospel presentation for our community. I love Christmas. So why am I putting it off?

I’m believing God for BIG THINGS. For my own personal spiritual transformation, as well as transformation in the lives of those I love. He who began the work will be faithful to complete it… and I’m resting on that faithfulness.

I’m planning a women’s retreat at church with a couple of other women. We’re are going to have a blast savoring the Bread of Life at the Sweet Life Cafe. Such special moments… I can’t wait to see how the Lord will work as we come away with Him for a blessed weekend. Can’t wait!

I’m wishing the American Idol team had chosen anyone but Ellen DeGeneres to replace Paula Abdul. Seriously.

I’m reading “Crazy Love” by Francis Chan. AMAZING read. RADICAL read. I highly recommend it. Joel and I are loving it.

I’m meditating on this passage:

Isaiah 61

The Year of the LORD’s Favor

 ¹ The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me,
       because the LORD has anointed me
       to preach good news to the poor.
       He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
       to proclaim freedom for the captives
       and release from darkness for the prisoners, ^[a]

 ² to proclaim the year of the LORD’s favor
       and the day of vengeance of our God,
       to comfort all who mourn,

 ³ and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
       to bestow on them a crown of beauty
       instead of ashes,
       the oil of gladness
       instead of mourning,
       and a garment of praise
       instead of a spirit of despair.
       They will be called oaks of righteousness,
       a planting of the LORD
       for the display of his splendor.

 ⁴ They will rebuild the ancient ruins
       and restore the places long devastated;
       they will renew the ruined cities
       that have been devastated for generations.

 ⁵ Aliens will shepherd your flocks;
       foreigners will work your fields and vineyards.

 ⁶ And you will be called priests of the LORD,
       you will be named ministers of our God.
       You will feed on the wealth of nations,
       and in their riches you will boast.

 ⁷ Instead of their shame
       my people will receive a double portion,
       and instead of disgrace
       they will rejoice in their inheritance;
       and so they will inherit a double portion in their land,
       and everlasting joy will be theirs.

 ⁸ “For I, the LORD, love justice;
       I hate robbery and iniquity.
       In my faithfulness I will reward them
       and make an everlasting covenant with them.

 ⁹ Their descendants will be known among the nations
       and their offspring among the peoples.
       All who see them will acknowledge
       that they are a people the LORD has blessed.”

 ¹⁰ I delight greatly in the LORD;
       my soul rejoices in my God.
       For he has clothed me with garments of salvation
       and arrayed me in a robe of righteousness,
       as a bridegroom adorns his head like a priest,
       and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.

 ¹¹ For as the soil makes the sprout come up
       and a garden causes seeds to grow,
       so the Sovereign LORD will make righteousness and praise
       spring up before all nations.

While enjoying a game of minigolf with my family yesterday, we came across a balsam tree that looked strange. Most of the branches were dark green, but there were sections of the tree that were a different shade of green… a lighter, more grayish blue green. As I looked at the tree, I wondered if the sun had hit those branches and weathered them. I imagined them being parched from the sun, and faded (kind of like fabric fades after repeated exposure to the sun).

When I asked Joel about the tree, offering my suggestion for the change in color of the needles, he informed me that the lighter green sections on the ends of the boughs were this year’s new growth. Really?

As I thought about that, I was amazed at the lesson I felt the Lord impressing on my heart. I’m currently going through a season of growth. The Lord is shifting things around in my life, reminding me that He is the only solid foundation I have. He is using my circumstances to grow me into the woman that He created me to be — one who rests on His faithfulness and looks more and more like His Son. There are times when I feel parched… I feel as if the sun has been beating down on me and I’m just plain worn out from it.  Yet when I’m tempted to view things in a negative light (as I saw the “parched” needles on the balsam tree), the Lord reveals to me that really what I’m seeing is not dried up life — it’s new growth.

Just as the balsam tree had sections of needles that were different colored, when I go through a season of growth in my walk with the Lord, people should be able to notice changes in me.  I cannot have an intimate encounter with the Lord Jesus Christ and remain unchanged… I should look DIFFERENT.

A sweet friend reminded me of one of her favorite verses the other day:

“…being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.” (Phil. 1:6)

How thankful I am for that! And also for this…

“Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!” (2 Cor. 5:17)

And this…

“Then He who sat on the throne said, ‘Behold, I make all things new…’” (Rev. 21:5)

I’m grateful for this season of growth. I want to become the woman that the Lord desires for me to be. I want to look different, to reflect the image of His Son. I want others to look at my life and notice a marked change in what was and what has come to be. I want them to marvel at Jesus in me.  I want to be a living testimony of His faithfulness to do what He has promised to do in me. I want to bring glory and honor to Him in all that I do and say. Father, make it so in my life today.