Monthly Archives: November 2012

Shining Moments

“Yes, we will be in our new house by Christmas,” he said.

“But I’m already Home with Him.”

Words that sparkled with truth.

Home with Him,

What does it mean to you

to be home with the Lord?

My mind wandered back to the many houses I’ve lived in over the years.


Each one different.

Filled with special memories.

Family and friends. Schools and communities.

For a season, I’d think that I was home

but then I’d have  to move


But there is a Home where we never have to leave.

A Presence like none other.

Abraham discovered it

and although he traveled not knowing where he was going

he knew who was walked with Him.

Moses and David knew the Glorious Presence

Even though their lives took unexpected twists and turns

that sense of Presence was real.

Never about their efforts or perfection.

They struggled as we all do.

But they each discovered

in the midst of the ordinary

the One Who loved them and gave them a relationship

of Home.


Years ago as I traveled on the night train in Russia

holding my tiny newly adopted baby girl

I felt His closeness.

Wrapped in the holy as we rode through the cold

I knew that I was not alone.

No, there was One Who walked with me.

One Who whispered His calm assurance.

I will never forget it.

Although I was halfway around the world from my home

I felt Home.

Mary and Joseph experienced Home as they gazed upon

Baby Jesus.

Home drew them close with warmth and mystery.

These days are oftentimes filled with lots of activity

as we prepare for Christmas.

Let’s never forget, though,

that there’s no place like Home for the holidays.

And they shall call His name Emmanuel, which being interpreted is,

   God with us. Matthew 1:23

He wants to be our Home

today and every day.


our resting Place.

Our Glorious Presence in an ever-changing world.

Eternal shining moments.


Shining Moments

My favorite time on Thanksgiving Day…

my absolute peak moment

is yet to come.

But I know that it will move my heart deeply again.

It always does.

Year after year.

When the time is right

and all the food is ready

everyone comes to the table.

Pull out the chairs

and reach for each others’ hands.

As we hold hands our hearts are drawn together

our heads bow

in a moment of silence.

A prayer is spoken

acknowledging our gratitude for all our many blessings

and our dependence on Him.

Holy offerings upward.

Humble acts of worship.

Holding each other close as we once more give thanks.

Yes, its’ my  favorite time on the whole day.

Little ones clasp tiny fingers together.

Wrinkled hands

weathered with age

join with younger smoothed skin ones.

Memories mingle with today

lifting us beyond ourselves

to touch the hearts of others.

May you all have

a glorious Thanksgiving Day.

and continue to remember those who struggle and hurt in so many ways.

Shining Moments

“Let’s take the time to thank those who have touched our lives.”
We discuss it around our table at home.



Ways to do it.

So my nineteen year old decided to thank her second grade teacher.

She sat thinking

and then the keys started clicking.

“Finished.” she announced with a big smile.

Back and forth the conversations continued

wondering where she was today.

Did she still teach at the small private school?

Yes, she learned. Same school.

Today we all hopped into the car

and traveled down a road  that used to be so familiar.

Every school day

morning and afternoon

second grade through fifth.

Those were the years our family experienced a failed adoption

and then the adoption of Jenny.

As we got out of the car

and walked toward the big door,

we both felt the strangeness.

Time passes too quickly. It has been 8 years.

Lots of changes.

Today Noelle is a college student.

Studying to be a teacher.

I glanced as she walked before me

long dark curly hair

taller now

more confident

a beautiful woman

wanting to step back and say thanks.

Through the we went and down the narrow steps

to the familiar office.

The familiar face of the kind

always efficient Mrs. Schuyler lit up with joyful, recognition.

“Noelle,” she squealed getting up from her seat

and coming to give her a hug.

After exchanging a few words,

Noelle inquired where her old teacher was now.

“Down this way,” she said motioning with her hand

for us to follow.

I glanced at the art work on the walls remembering that time

when my daughter’s  papers hung.

We stopped in front of the door of the classroom

while the secretary asked to speak with the teacher.

“Someone wants to see you,” she said.

She came to the door

looked around and then her eyes landed on Noelle.

The next few minutes were too beautiful to put into words.

Arms embraced.

“What are you doing here?” Mrs. Willett asked obviously moved.

“I wanted to come back and give you this card…

to say thank you for all you did for me.”

For just a second this dear teacher met my eyes.

Like yesterday she had been there

to teach my daughter when she so deeply needed reassurance.

She went the second mile

in her loving kindnesses

helping a shy little second grader find her place in a new school.

More hugs followed.

Tear filled eyes.

Yes, it’s important to think back

To remember those whose lives have made a difference.

Today I was privileged to see

a teacher and former student

reconnect again.

Shining moments all over the place.


Gives us another opportunity to express our thanks.

I have another card to send

received a precious call yesterday.

Hears touching hearts.

Never forgetting

God’s countless gifts of grace in our lives.