Jewels of Encouragement

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Can you feel it? The excitement in the air? Regardless of all the yesterdays past, you’ve been granted another day – a whole new day to live to the fullest, to bring joy to your heart and to give back to others. The other good news? There’s hope and promise of even brighter days ahead! Reach out and grasp it not only with your hands but with your heart…and simply Praise the Lord!

"But the eyes of the LORD are on those who fear him,
on those whose hope is in his unfailing love..." (Psalm 33:18) NIV

One of the things I’m excited about is the birth of a new web site, and I’m honored to be a part of it. I hope you'll join me over at "Jewels of Encouragement."

It's a wonderful new site sparkling with gifted writers and authors...and then there's....me :) I'll be posting there once a month.

Be encouraged today and know that you are not alone in your struggles. I'm praying for you. I hope you have a wonderful weekend, and may all the "rocks" littered across your path become "Jewels of Encouragement!"

"God is our refuge and strength,
A very present help in trouble.
²Therefore we will not fear, though the earth should change
And though the mountains slip into the heart of the sea;
³Though its waters roar and foam,
Though the mountains quake at its swelling pride...The LORD of hosts is with us; The God of Jacob is our Stronghold." (Psalm 46:1-3,7) NIV

God Bless you!

The Arbor

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Today has been such a mixed bag of emotions. The highs and lows have taken me for a ride and I’m spent.

So, I head to my quiet place – my one little spot void of questions, issues of acceptance or denial, or anything remotely contrary. I walk the little brick path and open the gate and I find the answer to my spinning day.

There, twining and weaving toward the sun without a care is my passion vine, appropriately named. She’s meandering, stretching her graceful tendrils and wrapping them around the sturdy iron arbor. Though a few of her weaker strands stray like fly-away hair and wave with every slight breeze, the more mature ones cling to the strength found at the arbor. Instinctively, they rely and trust on the gentle bend and curve of the iron following its lead and finding security in what it’s designed to do. It’s the support of the arbor that gives direction and purpose to the vine and brings forth God-glorifying beauty as it blooms.

Sadly, some branches refuse the strength made available to them choosing instead to lie fallow, clumped around the base with no clear direction or distinction – it’s difficult to bloom from down there, I suppose.

Lord Jesus,

Help me to always cling to your strength. Help me to remember that without you, I’m that weak tendril waving in the breeze, going about life at my own will. Be that strength and support to those who need it today, I pray. In Jesus’ name. Amen.

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Reasons to Shine

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It’s now, at the third chapter of Ann Voskamp’s book, “One Thousand Gifts,” that I’m prompted to begin my own list of blessings.

My mental list quickly fills with the vast range of all that’s claimed little pieces of my heart along this journey.

This life gifted me.

I’m thankful for the prompting to record such a thing, evidencing and acknowledging all that makes my heart sing.

Already, I’ve found how difficult it is to write words of thanks without joy bubbling up from within.

I’ve found just this past week as the Lord has been growing me, working in me as I’ve been encouraged, hopeful only to let the enemy answer my faith with whispered words of negativity. He’s built road blocks in my thinking and tried to steal joy that wasn’t his – joy planted by the hands of God.

But I’ve reclaimed the joy repeating “My God is greater…my God is greater…my God is greater…” Over and over the words flowed with the smile getting bigger, louder and a heart swelling happier with the praise. The words breathe joy in the waiting.

I uncover the blessing in the hope itself.

It’s the hope that moves dreams forward and fills a heart with thanks for the ones already received like an open box with ribbons tossed.

Won’t you join me in sharing from your list of one thousand gifts - one thousand reasons to shine?

#13 – Home

#20 – Holding my husband’s hand

#21 – Seeing my children smile

#37 – The smell of the ocean

#38 – Candlelight

A Heart of Praise

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I call on the only One who can unscramble my anxious thoughts and make sense of the collage forming behind my tired eyes. There's blessings abundant but the words run scarce these days, playing hide-and-seek…and I’m “it.”

But I will praise Him

The laundry, the dishes, the shuttling of kids and backpacks and packing suit and clothes for husband’s business trips, and thoughts for dinner and fitting in a treadmill workout leave me scrambling for something that doesn’t move – something solid and steady.

So, I will praise Him

That dream won’t write itself and the garden thirsty for love, the unopened mail within view, the dog hair shed on the stairway and “Look Mommy, I can write my name in the dust!” – there aren’t enough hours in the day.

But, there’s time to praise Him

Me, sometimes broken and weeping, words of worry, fear and doubt shake from my lips as thephoto © 2008 Keith Riley-Whittingham | more info (via: Wylio)
world around rages and swells up over my shoulders and I reach with my whole heart and just in time…He takes me by the hand

Brings me to the light once again

And I praise Him

But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.

(1 Peter 2:9) NIV

Humbled :)

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I'm so excited! Take a look over to your right...yep! My blogger buddy, sweet Melody-Mae (http://melody-mae.blogspot.com/), surprised me with this oh-so-stylish award! Thank you so much!

So...as a recipient of this acknowledgment, I'm supposed to tell you 7 (somewhat interesting) things about myself that you may not otherwise know. So, here goes:

1. I was raised in the small cowboy town of Oakhurst, California. I had 5 horses, a wonderful barn and all 4 seasons. My heart is still there even though I've been transplanted to SoCal. My husband and I hope to retire in a similar location someday.
2. My husband and I met on a blind date and married 2 years later.
3. I sing in church on Sundays with our worship team and work as the church secretary 4 days a week.
4. For our 20th anniversary, I flew BY MYSELF to Paris to meet my husband (who was already there) for a romantic 5-6 day visit, AND attended a cooking class from Chef Eric Fraudeau. An event I will NEVER forget.
5. I'm just a teensy tad bit OCD....but I'm working on it.
6. I have an 18-year-old son, a 16-year-old daughter, a yellow lab named Sammy, a mini-dachshund named Willy, a couple finches, and a nasty old buzzard (a yellow-headed Amazon parrot) who screams and sings like Ethel Merman on steroids! He drives me crazy!!!!
7. My very first ever writing piece I published was an article in our local paper back in the late '80s called "The Cowboy and Me." It's about the precious man who wandered into our camp site on horseback early one Saturday morning when we were camping. He was actually instrumental in our moving to the mountains a few years later. With that little publication milestone, I was hooked, bitten by the publishing bug, and then quickly published 3 short fiction stories in a children's small press magazine called Hob Nob.

So, that's 7 things already. Well, if you're not completely bored to tears, then I invite you to check out my personal testimony over at "His Voice Alone" http://hisvoicealone.com/?page_id=94

In keeping with the rules, here are the wonderful blogs I nominate:

Heidi and Kelli at Mothers on Mission http://www.mothersonmission.blogspot.com/

Trailing After God http://melindatodd.com/

Dawn Edmonson at The Feathered Nest http://the-feathered-nest.blogspot.com/

Splendiferous Girls Club http://splendiferousgirlsclub.blogspot.com/

Allison Morrison @ Beautiful in Him http://allisonjonmorrison.blogspot.com/

You sweet ladies are who make blogging fun by your support and encouragement. As the body of Christ, we're to lift each other up, and you've certainly lifted me when I've needed it most. God Bless you!

Forgiven

photo © 2007 D. Sharon Pruitt | more info (via: Wylio)

The sun melted in spills of pink and orange, a ball deflated and spent beyond the ridge casting shadows that stretched like long fingers across the back lawn, and I settled inside, at peace with the opened gift of another day.

Thank you, Lord, I sigh. Thank you for home, family, good days and bad. Thank you for all we were able to accomplish today; the cooking, the cleaning, the straightening up and attempts at organizing of our lives.

All day long, I think “progress”. It feels good to get so much done.

But the Lord keeps saying “forgiveness”.

Forgiveness? Why forgiveness? I wrestle with the term over and over – my day hasn’t been about forgiveness.

But, it has, He reminds me gently…quietly.

He takes me back - way back before ironing husband’s shirts and walking young children to school; back to those few flailing years, fighting and clawing my way through young adulthood like a cat dripping wet and angry to swim; back when I ignored His voice and walked along my tight-rope alone going about life in selfish tangents. Back to a time of which I’m not proud. The memories, they sting and I turn my face away in disgust.

That’s when He closes the book – closes it for good, and lifts me out, brings me back to my full heart and the shadows that stretch even longer still until evening darkness erases them for another day.

I’m not there anymore.

I’m not her anymore.

My breathing returns and I emerge from the moment wiping tears, content with where we’rephoto © 2007 D. Sharon Pruitt | more info (via: Wylio)
going, glad with this forward motion of things.

About this precious man I’ve vowed to share all my tomorrows with. The one who’s held my hand for the birth of every grey hair and fine line; every rise and fall of life.

There had to be forgiveness along the way to receive the fullness of heart today. A forgiveness that melts away the sting of those early years much like that sunset…deflated and spent.

Thank you, God for your gift of forgiveness.

Come now, let us settle the matter,”
says the LORD.
“Though your sins are like scarlet,
they shall be as white as snow;
though they are red as crimson,
they shall be like wool.

(Isaiah 1:18) NIV

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!

(2 Corinthians 5:17) NIV

Promise in the Wind

photo © 2009 Jody McNary | more info (via: Wylio)

Little splatters of sunlight filter through a constant stirring outside my window; the brisk tossing of branches that coax young limbs to dance. Their leaves flutter awake, scatter from the vine, shimmering proof of a long, tumultuous night spent at the mercy of the wind.

I heard it in the early hours. How the house moaned and creaked while my family lie sleeping. And there, in the dark, I thought of how the Lord protects His children; keeps them safe when turmoil sometimes looms so close.

There’s promise in the wind, don’t you think? Promise of God’s sustaining power. Love everlasting. The promise that though the current may stir and we strain against it, His Word will remain.

He’s above the wild twisting. Far greater and mightier than the fiercest thrashing blowing through your life right now.

Yes, even now.

Even you – your storm.

Even when you think His face has turned from yours and your prayers are scattered by His very breath….

“Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine. When you pass through the waters ... they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you. For I am the Lord your God" (Isaiah 43:1-3).