Saturday, July 19, 2014

In Honor of Karla



Within the past 2 weeks, I have had to struggle with my friend’s sudden death.  According to how I think, she should not have died so young.  She should have lived to old age; to see her grandchildren grow up.  She should have taken that trip to Hawaii to await the arrival of her newest granddaughter.  This isn’t the way it should be; that’s how I think.


In my grief, the Lord gave me a visual- a canvas painting of her life.  The only problem was, I could only see one very small section of that picture illuminated; the rest was dark to me- I could not see it.  God sees the whole, I cannot.  Therefore, I don’t understand the why, the purpose for her sudden departure.  Maybe if I could see it all, I would understand but for some reason God chooses to let me see only one small part.

I rejoice that she is with the Lord.  She is free of pain and the physical frustrations she suffered.  She kept her trust in God through it all- refusing to give in to self-pity and despair.  I rejoice for her but the pain of her leaving is tough.  The “whys” remain unanswered; I choose to trust a loving God who painted her canvas.

I can grieve with hope because I know someday I will see my friend again.


Suddenly you left...
we grieve in hope but for those
left behind...sorrow

Friday, April 18, 2014

Good Friday


spilt blood overflows
mingling with our brokenness... 
healing seeping in
                                   -margaret slabach

Sunday, March 16, 2014


Snarled threads of life
so lovingly untangled
tapestry of God
 
                               -Margaret Slabach

Sunday, March 9, 2014

If Only...







     It’s amazing how one small red and white sippy cup can create so much frustration and even temper tantrums.  You see, a few months back my little grandson was being weaned off the bottle … to the sippy cup… cold turkey!  No other way to do it; given the choice he always chose the bottle.
    He could not see the bigger picture like we could.  It was a battle of the wills!  He certainly did not want to surrender his “rights” to the bottle, his comfort zone.
    So like us… we think we know best.  We like our comfort zones.  Then… God asks us to surrender something…. something out of our comfort zone, one of our “rights”.  Oh the fits we pitch, digging in our heels with a defiant “NO” or a tearful, fearful “I can’t” …. But FINALLY, after much struggle, we surrender.  It’s only then we realize the joy and greater freedom that is ours.
    If only we could have made one little blonde-haired little boy understand, it would have saved him so much turmoil.   And God is probably saying to us,” If only you would understand the joy and freedom that awaits if you'd just surrender!  Trust Me in this…I love you too much to leave you in your comfort zones”
    So what will it be… the bottle or the sippy cup?