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Thrive

The iron gate creaked with a high-pitched “Where have YOU been?” tone. I tried to brush away the guilt of dead, forgotten plants and the crunch of dried up, soon-to-be-dust weeds beneath my feet.

“I’m only here to snip a sprig of cilantro,” I said to all the little down-turned flower faces. Hmmm…if only it were still alive.

I closed the gate behind me biting my lip. If only there were more hours in a day. If only I could get to all the things needing my attention.

If only…

It doesn’t take that much time, really. After years of gardening, I know that my little space responds well to a little water and a little pruning here and there, and yes, even a little prayer. All it takes is a little time, patience and sacrifice. There’s always potential. There’s always still a bit of life left way down deep even if the exterior looks close to death.

And once again I’m reminded that one should never give up on something…or someone…with the potential to be lovely. With a little time and extra work, life and God-given beauty can be restored. There isn’t a garden that doesn’t benefit from a little love and attention, the nurturing that comes from a willing heart.

That which is meant to grow and bloom…will. I believe we’re put here to thrive in our elements…or in spite of them and that nothing or no one is beyond repair or redemption. There's a God-shaped need in all of us.

Every garden has potential.

There isn’t a soul that isn’t worth saving. There isn’t a soul that CAN’T be saved. When it comes to the effort and dedication of making this new creation in Jesus’ name, nothing is wasted. Never. Give. Up. on a soul needing Jesus.

This is good and acceptable in the sight of God our Savior, who desires all men to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth. 

(1 Timothy 2:3-4)

Are You Ready?

I gathered up my plans for the weekend, one by one. The few precious days stretched out long before me and I knew exactly what I was going to do. Had it all figured out. It was going to be great. Fun. Beautiful. New. Delicious. Exciting. Perfect!

And just as quickly, one by one…each plan, each exhausting effort crumbled, shattered to the ground leaving me spent and very frustrated wondering why God would allow me to waste my time and energy for absolutely nothing.

"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the LORD. (Isaiah 55:8)

Are you ready to gather up all your hopes, ideas, dreams and thoughts about how your life should look and place them firmly in the hands of Jesus? One by one, day by day? It's like gathering all the important elements to create the perfect floral ensemble. We strive to create the perfect contrast in color and texture and maybe we hand Him one stem at a time when we're to hand over the entire bouquet. It's His. Only He can assemble the perfect balance of such things.

It’s a process. Doesn’t happen overnight. We can’t just flip a switch and suddenly know how submission works. It’s painful. Uncomfortable. Unsettling. Handing over full control…as if it ever belonged to us in the first place…takes our obedience and His faithfulness.

I’m learning to praise God when that thing I’ve wished for, hoped for, prayed about comes back to me broken, unfixed and unrealized like God saying, “No, child. Not this one – not this time.”

I’m learning to praise Him in the “no” and in the failed attempts because they aren’t really failures at all. They’re just me taking bigger strides up the mountain trying to own my chunk of it. It’s just me stretching my limits and reaching my arms out farther to embrace my vision of achievement and all the while I’m growing my need for a Savior.

When darkness falls on my plans and all the little pieces struggle to come together as I think they should, I’m learning to shout, “Praise, you, Jesus! Thank you for this challenge and this experience! I know that you have something far better planned! My plans, hopes and dreams couldn’t POSSIBLY compare to what you have in store for me and I trust you! I will praise you regardless!”

With all that I am I submit and surrender it ALL to God! All that I truly own in this life is the surrendering of my will to His. The commitment of my plans and dreams. All my tomorrows. All belong to Jesus.

And those who know your name put their trust in you, for you, O Lord, have not forsaken those who seek you. (Psalm 9:10)

Beauty From Ashes

It

 was such a dense and heavy log and it refused to burn. Instead, it only smoldered and smoked in the fireplace until I finally gave up the fight, closed the doors and walked away. I’d so wanted to wake up that cool and misty morning with my coffee and a nice fire, but it wasn’t meant to be.

Later that evening when the chill returned with the setting sun I replaced the stubborn log with some drier pieces I’d found in the wood pile. I very carefully took the log and sat it on the back patio…not the wisest thing I’ve ever done…

That night, it was the chaotic clanging of the wind chime that woke me. The Santa Ana winds were a bit of a surprise as they kicked up but I had no idea what was really happening as the autumn moonlight and swaying tree branches shadow danced across my bedroom walls.

We woke the following morning in complete bewilderment. It looked like a bomb had gone off on our back patio. Ash and burnt wood pieces littered the whole area from the lawn to the back door of the house. Every patio chair cushion and pillow suffered small burn holes and then I noticed the log!

I never knew concrete could burn!

Apparently, the log that refused to burn in my fireplace ignited with the overnight winds and got so hot that it actually weakened the concrete leaving us with two large missing chunks of patio.

My husband…..was not happy.

I was speechless.

But as we surveyed the damage, I quickly realized what COULD have happened if God hadn’t been protecting us. Our entire house could have gone up in flames and we could have lost everything while we slept.

But then yesterday…..

When I looked out the window and saw this, a little bird making great use of my "mishap," I immediately thought of this verse:

“and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
    instead of ashes,
the oil of joy
    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.” (Isaiah 61:3)

Only our Lord Jesus can bring about beauty from ashes.

Blessings from our mistakes.

Grace in our weakness.

Only Jesus can bring about new growth from devastation and loss.

Only. Jesus.

Glory to God!

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What Do You Really Want?

It’s a struggle each day, really. Finding the socks that match. Sweeping up scattered bird seed and oh, how that dog hair flies. Keeping up with the dishes in the sink and keeping the front of the fridge shiny and free of fingerprints and what’s for dinner? There’s that big yellow dog drinking from the toilet again and every time I look at that wall I’m reminded of the mess I made of it when I tried to fill in nail holes and paint over my mistakes…only to make them more pronounced and annoying. And if I trip over one. more. shoe. left in the middle of the room…! And what’s that funky smell in the garage? Oh, there’s that computer with the cursor blinking, screaming at me to just DO SOMEthing, already! And the calendar with so many dates circled in red.

And there’s that headache and the stomach knotting. The constant treading of water as it threatens higher and higher still. And me looking through this kaleidoscope of life reaching, grasping, jumping from crumbling ledges…

    and Jesus catching me every. single. time.

And I have to ask myself, “what is it that I really want?”

What do you really want?

What’s waking you up at night, stealing your sleep and stealing your thoughts?

Do you want more time?

Peace?

Joy?

Success in business?

Resolution in relationships?

Freedom from financial worry?

Healing and salvation for loved ones?

All the above?

But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness,

and all these things will be added to you. (Matthew 6:33)

When I think of those who have left the biggest, deepest impressions on my life and the memories of them that make me whole and complete, there was nothing but the joy. It didn’t take “things” to create those moments.

It simply involved a freshly-raked pile of autumn leaves and hunting for eggs in the garden in the middle of July and searching for shiny marbles in the dirt and rolling down a green, grassy hill not caring who was watching and the heavenly aromas filling a warm kitchen on a cold day and the laughter above it all and sitting, talking and the witnessing of giving and sharing from the heart.

When I think of what I really want…I want that. To be the one making those memories with others. To leave the impact. To bring the smile. To live simply - simply sharing Jesus.

A generous person will prosper;

whoever refreshes others will be refreshed.

(Proverbs 11:25)

Unsettling Conviction

I pulled another warm towel from the dryer and stood folding it when a wave of conviction settled over me.

Don’t you just hate when that happens? One of those run-and-hide moments but you can’t escape it.

My mind went back to last Sunday morning when my husband was asked to fill in for the worship leader who’d been called away at the last minute.

My first response? “Really? Matt can’t lead worship. He doesn’t sing. He’s a trumpet player.”

Ouch!

So much for confidence in my husband and so much for confidence in our incredible God who equips us to fulfill His every task so that we may be a blessing to others. I usually bristle when I hear someone categorize or stereotype another, yet there I was doing the same thing in thinking his abilities were limited within the confines of walls I’d essentially built around him!

What was I thinking? Instead of seeing it as an opportunity for my husband to be used of God in a tight situation, I focused on what I thought his abilities were.

Double ouch!

Was it fear? Was I afraid he would be embarrassed? Was I afraid I would be embarrassed? The convicting part? Forgetting that God wouldn’t lead either of us to embarrassment.

Forgive me, Lord Jesus! Help me to remember that we can do ALL things through You who strengthens us. You equip us for every task. You do not leave us stranded. Help me to see you clearly as you work in me and in the lives of those around me, and help me to never limit what you choose to do in your people. Amen.

Every. Single. Day. I see the signs of Jesus working in my life. He gives those little learning moments that teach, convict and also give me a safe resting place to remind me that it’s all going to be ok. That He is near. He is within. He is ahead and behind and cheering me on from the sidelines. And last Sunday, He was cheering Matt on, as well.

Do you not know? Have you not heard? The LORD is the everlasting God,

the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, 

and his understanding no one can fathom. (Isaiah 40:28)

A Plan, a Jam Session and Green Beans

So, it happened again….

   I spent the entire day thinking about cooking! I had so many different recipes going through my head before I decided on one in particular.

   I couldn’t wait to run a couple errands after work, come home, clean up a few things, throw in some laundry and get an early start on dinner.

Instead…

   I came home to a rather loud and unexpected “concert,” of sorts.

I love when my son’s incredibly talented and gifted friends show up because they almost always end up around the piano (though it's hard to see the friend at the piano in this shot, trust me, he's there).

   We are a complete and total band geek and drum corps family. Music is ALWAYS happening in our lives and in our home – it’s very much a part of us and it’s been that way since before the kids were even born.

   I’m particularly blessed knowing that both my kids have had some amazing and wonderful friendships that actually began in their pre-school days and have continued on to this day. I’ve always been thankful that God allowed us to stay in the same town since the kids were born making it possible to maintain friendships for many years.

   So today, once the music finally stopped and everyone cleared out of the house, I was able to get in the kitchen and start banging pots and pans around.

   This is a simple and tasty recipe that I've made before for my husband and I’m happy to share it with you.

Debbie’s Green Beans

12 oz. green beans, washed and trimmed

1 Linguica Sausage thinly sliced

½ small red onion thinly sliced

2-3 garlic cloves, mashed

1 Tbsp. butter

Zest of 1 lemon

1 tsp. garlic powder

Salt and pepper to taste

1 c. low sodium chicken broth

1 handful of slivered almonds (browned in a little butter)

1 Tbsp. olive oil

Directions:

Heat olive oil in pan. Add linguica and cook until brown. Remove meat from pan and add butter to remaining drippings. Once butter is melted add onion, salt and pepper and garlic powder. Cook and stir for a few minutes. Add garlic and continue cooking. Add the green beans and cook for a few minutes stirring as they cook.

In the meantime, melt a small pat of butter in a pan and brown slivered almonds. Remove from heat.

Return sausage to green bean mixture and add chicken broth. Bring to a boil. Cover and reduce heat. Simmer about 20-30 minutes. Sprinkle slivered almonds across top before serving.