Monthly Archives: May 2013

Shining Moments

I’ll never forget that sinking feeling in my stomach as a child

when my Dad called the family all together

and announced that we were moving.

Lump in my throat moments

as I realized that soon all that was familiar was changing.

We moved from Pennsylvania to New York

from New York to Kansas City

from Kansas City to upstate New York.

And as I would pack my things in the gigantic moving boxes

I also packed away my hopes and dreams of friendships and schools.

Endings can be so difficult.

Good byes said. Hugs given. Waving at schoolmates as I walked out of the class

and away from the school for the very last time.

But every ending led to a new beginning.

Standing at the doorway of a strange, new classroom

and scanning the sea of unfamiliar faces.

Listening to a new teacher explain her rules and procedures.

Riding different school buses.

Going to sleep in a strange bedroom.

Slowly discovering that different doesn’t mean bad.

Sadness was slowly replaced with gladness as I made new friends

and became secure again.

Every new beginning starts with a small step.

Sometimes it happens without us even realizing that something big has just happened.

A conversation here

a brief encounter there

but seeing again and again how He lead His dear children along.

Learning to trust moments where His leading becomes more than a word or a promise

on the pages of my well worn Bible.

Knees knocking

Sweaty hands moments where I sense His tender Hand drawing me forward

into the new and strange and uncomfortable again.

He leadeth me in paths of righteousness…. Psalms 23:3

      for His Name’s sake.

Learning to trust in His loving Care.

Learning to let Him lead rather then pushing forward with mywill and way.

Whatever He calls me to do

to simply obey.

Fears of the unknown gradually replaced with songs of praise

as I discover again and again that He is Faithful.

He knows us better than we know ourselves

and supports us on every side as we move forward in life.

Through every new chapter

every new beginning

until we finally reach Home.

Let’s keep moving, friends, no matter how strange and unfamiliar it might be.

I long to trust Him with a heart open wide to His Will.

Fears? Sure

Uncertainty? Definitely.

But we are always safe as we follow Him.

Shining Moments

Have you heard of the Chinese infant recovered from a sewer pipe by firefighters?

If not, please read the excellent article by Gina Diorio.

The sound of a baby’s cry

The recognition that this baby’s life was worth saving

The mother’s desire for him does not determine the value of the life

Memories again come to my mind on this beautiful Spring day.

An orphanage in Russia, more in Ukraine

the workers doing what they could

precious little children

needing a family of their own.

The questions directed at me –

“You’re going to what?”

“How –

“Why –

The sound of a baby’s cry drew me halfway around the world.

It continues to draw me forward

seeking to do all that I can do in my lifetime.

Hagar placing her son under a bush in desperation (Genesis 21:16)

and God heard it’s cry and hers.

Do not fear because God has heard the voice of the lad where he is.

God sees

and hears

and knows

but do we?

Does my heart respond to the cries?

“Why?” I was challenged in a Sunday School class long ago.

My heart quickly answers “How can I not?”

It is our responsibility/

Each life has incredible value.

God showed Hagar a well

yes, a well of water nearby.

God provides.

In our country where all too often decisions are made based upon selfishness

we must take our stand.

God still hears the cries of the babies

the cries of the unborn

the cries of the oftentimes desperate mother.

He is the God Who makes a way when there seems to be no way.

Let’s hear the cries and wade into the problem doing everything we can.

Will you join me?


Shining Moments

Simple trust

Simple prayers.

From as far back as I can remember I longed to hold my own little baby in my arms.

I loved playing with my dolls imagining that marvelous day when I would rock

my own sweet smelling infant.

Nothing, absolutely nothing seemed to compare to that anticipated joy.

I prayed believing that one day, oh one day

the gift would be mine

But the years came and went

and that dream remained unanswered.

Waiting can be so difficult, can’t it?

One birthday after another

still trusting

still praying

but that longing stayed strong within my heart.

Then one day as I prayed

I sensed a difference.

There was peace and quiet within.

My spirit knew the difference. For whatever reason I didn’t need to pray

for that any longer. I jotted that date in the margin of my Bible.


Suddenly my life took a different turn

and  I clung on for dear life.

Shattered dreams. Broken pieces all around.

As I slowly began to pick myself up I heard that faint familiar song in the distance.

Yes, Jesus loves me.

Yes, Jesus loves me.

Yes, Jesus loves me

for the Bible tells me so.

Not based on feelings or waves of emotion.

The simple truth.  John 3:16 truth.

For God so loved ________

I knew that my name was included there unworthy as I am.

So I wrapped my heart around His promise and embraced His Faithfulness and Grace.

Within months I walked into that stark orphanage inRussia

and met

and held my beautiful daughter for the first time.

Glory moments all around.

Softly singing to her Jesus loves me as I rocked her in my arms.

Big chocolate eyes looking up at me as if to try to figure out if I could be trusted.

Six months old of sweetness and life.

God’s precious gift.

Simple trust

Simple prayers.

Never could I have been happier.

Floods of joy as I checked that penciled date in my Bible

with the date of her birth.

Answered prayer. Nine months. Waves of wonder.

Today as I look at her

so full of life and loveliness

my heart remembers His gift and how He prepared me for her.

Emptied of myself

and my own ways

but relying totally on Him.

Grateful for each precious moment of her life

and always knowing that she is His.

Twenty years old and full of sunshine and beauty

with her heart opened to His Will and Ways.

Our lives woven together for a purpose much bigger than we can see.

In His Time

In His time

He makes all things beautiful in His times.

Always and always and always.