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Moving To Maine

I couldn’t be at a more aesthetic setting.

A gentle breeze blowing my hair.

The smell of sea air and the sound of happy voices.

Voices of young and old enjoying the ocean in July.

The sun shines bright warming the beach

and giving all a one of a kind day.

It’s not often like this, is it?

No there are days and days of plain hard work

Where we struggle to just get through.

But today…

         today shines with a promise of all good things.

For me, maybe a touch of heaven gold.

Why I even have my newly bought guide to

“Moving To Maine” by Victoria Doudera.

It’s a dream I’ve had for some time –

To live by a place near the sea.

To write and continue to serve people.

And on a day like today

I almost feel like it could happen.

Only God knows.

But one thing I do know is that one day I am moving.

My last final move.

After living in Pennsylvania, New York, Missouri and Virginia

I’ll finally leave for my true home;

My home in heaven with the Lord.

There it will be like everything I’ve always imagined

And more.

The ocean, soft breezes, flowers, birds singing,

The awesome blue sky with dazzling white clouds

And most of all

Yes, most of all, the Lord.

Those places that draw our senses to peak levels

will culminate one day in a place

A place that is grandeur than we can even imagine.

Are you moving there with me?

The grandest things here on earth pale in comparison

To the One Day with the Lord of all.

So I will read and enjoy these precious earthly moments

knowing that One day it will all be better than

I can possibly imagine.

Maine. Am I moving to Maine?

I have no idea.

But I am one day moving.

Are you coming with me?


Shining Moments

Nothing is ever wasted in God’s economy.

No, He used is all.

Every failure. Every pain.

All those moments of foggy confusion where His Hand seems hidden from sight.

My heart rejoices in knowing that He uses it all for our good and His Glory.

Years ago while in Maine

I experienced being surrounded by a thick fog.

Day after day I awoke

hoping that this would be the day that the sun would break through

but night after night

I’d crawl in bed to the sound of the lonely foghorn

sunk in fog where you just could not see anything.

Day after day went by.

I knew the ocean was close by

with the lovely beaches and soft sand

but I could not see them.

I only knew because at one time

I had seen.

Sometimes in life

more times that I like

I must live by faith and not by sight.

Yes, He’s shown me glimpses of His Love and Grace

but then seems to withdraw  from my view.

Life becomes a moment by moment journey of trusting in what I cannot see.

Holding on to those Whispers

those remembrances

simply holding on


letting ourselves be carried in His Everlasting Arms.

Living by faith and not by sight.

And then came that morning

that memorable morning

when I awoke to the sun streaming through the window.

Running outside and seeing the vast ocean that had been so close but hidden

climbing down my beloved rocks again and being so happy.

Shining moments!

But as I think back again this morning

maybe the Shining Moments were also during those long days of thick fog

when I had to trust in what I could not see.

Yes, maybe that is what He has been teaching me all along.

To trust Him

and not my own sight.

To lean upon Him and not my own thoughts or understandings.

So that whether I see something or not

my faith is unwavering in Him.

Yes, my God of Love works in ways we cannot see but we can always trust Him.


Shining Moments

We were standing in small shop in York Beach, Maine, browsing

     when all of a sudden I heard the sound of pouring rain.

My eyes quickly darted to the open door.

Looking out I saw heavy rain falling.

As if on cue my daughters eyes met mine.

No umbrella.

No car

   and our room at the motel was blocks away.

By this time the gushing water was filling the street.

Then I heard those words.

“Just rain.” I glanced up at the man behind the counter.

He was smiling broadly

    well used to these sudden summer showers.

“Yes, just rain.”  

My girls and I chuckled as the words sank in our mind.

Where we had immediately thought of the difficulty

     his words spoke calm reason.

No need to stress.

No, it was just rain.

Those words turned around our experience.

On the count of three we ran out the store,

     Up the street

    Splashing through the deep waters


    Hilarious fun.

I’ll never forget it.

Sure we were wet by the time we arrived back at our room.

Soaked to the bones

    but still

     it was just rain.

It applies to much of life, doesn’t it.

People tend to react emotionally

   to sometimes exaggerate

   making something seem like a catastrophe

  when all along it is

    ‘just rain’.

Writing from his prison cell the apostle Paul wrote these words.

“Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice.” Philippians 4:4

A joy that sings no matter what.

Hurricanes come;

    Hurricanes go.

Elections over

  The holiday season approaching.

Let’s count if all joy, my friends.

It’s all life. No need to get upset or discouraged.

It’s just rain.

So let’s begin to sing in the rain.

Put on our raincoats

    turning a wet scene into another adventure.

Count on it

   Life will happen.

It just does

  but our choice to maintain a heart that sings

   no matter what

  will open up doors of possibility

  that we had no idea existed.