Monthly Archives: July 2013

Shining Moments

Give your life away……..

It’s meant to be a way of life.

Changing the focus from ‘me’ to ‘others’.

Not as another way for selfish gain but only to bless another on life’s journey.

That’s it. Period.

Funny how it works out sometimes.

Yesterday I was in a store at the checkout.

I usually notice the cashier’s name.

“Robin…such a pretty name. You don’t hear it often these days.”

She smiled and we talked back and forth.

As she rang up my items she noticed an energy bar.

Sometimes I treat myself with one.

“This is my favorite,” she said.

All of a sudden I had an idea.

“Could I go get another and give one to you?”

She shook her head. “No, it’s against company rules.”

My heart sank.

“No, I could get fired for that

but it was a nice thought.”

She finished ringing up my things and I tried to shake off my disappointment.

Then, like a glimmer of light I remembered those words –

it’s the thought that counts.

Powerful words of truth.

There was times when we all experience our best of ideas blocked;

our best laid plans sabotaged.

But let’s be encouraged knowing that simply the thought is powerful

even if we are not able to do it.

The generous thought sets off a ripple of actions lasting way beyond what we can see.

Give and it shall be given unto you.

My heart was blessed in knowing that I had done what I could at that moment and isn’t that

where all giving begins. Outcome doesn’t determine value.

So let’s keep on giving

one person touching another.

Yes, let’s give our lives away and in so doing we will discover more of our purpose in life.

rose1How about you? Will you join me?


Shining Moments

5178_1096508491808_1899847_nIt was just an ordinary evening

or so I thought.

After dropping Noelle off at a friend’s house, Jenny and I got into our car.

We chatted and laughed about all that we would do while big sister was away.

I always like to make it special for the ones at home.

A tea party we were planning with chocolate chip cookies

but we never had that party that night.

No, three blocks from home our car was hit  and

an ordinary evening suddenly became a nightmare.

Looking back today more than five years later

I realize even more clearly God’s Hand of protection that evening.

No one was hurt.

The driver’s side of the car was badly damaged

but no one was hurt.

Yes, nerves were rattled and plans were thrown upside down

but no one was hurt.

Be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed, for the Lord Thy God is with Thee.

He means what He says when He promises.

It’s taken a lifetime for me to realize this.

Our God is trustworthy. He is a prayer hearing God. And we can rest in His care.

There is no need for worry and anxiety.

We are held in His loving Hands.

Certainly His Promise is not a magic wand to be waved over every situation with foolishness.

Life is filled with tragedy, sudden loss, sorrow upon sorrow.

But in the midst of all of that His promise of Presence and protection shines brightly.

No matter what, He has promised to be with us.

Yes, someone could have been hurt or tragically killed that day long ago

but He kept us from danger. His plan was for us to live and to continue to serve Him.

Whenever He calls, He provides all that we need.

Whatever we might be lacking in human resources,

He supplies.

From time to time my girls will refer to that night with thankful hearts as we hold each other close.

He alone knows what our life may hold

but no matter what

may it all be lived for His Glory.

That’s all that really matters anyway, isn’t it?

Trust Him, my friends.


Shining Moments

crayon boxThe smell of crayons brings a wave of emotions

taking me back to a time when roller skating on the sidewalk was common

and fast food unheard of.

It could have been any type of day

when my mother would call us to the kitchen.

In the middle of the table would be a rectangular box

and at each place would be a sheet of plain manila paper.

Oh what fun it would be coloring

Making up our own designs – no coloring books.

Just plenty of room for creativity.

Small hands reaching into the crayon box

trying to find just the right color.

Glancing from time to time at another’s sheet but really focusing on our own.

Listening to the voices

enjoying my mother’s presence

and when the activity was done the old crayon box would be put away

for the next time.

Years flew by and with it the times of coloring together faded.

I never even noticed when our last time was. Sigh.

For many years I didn’t see that coloring box.

But then there was a day

when my daughter was very young and we were at Nana’s.

“ Would you like to color?” I heard in the background.

“Just wait right here…I’ll be right back.”

I watched my mom walk down the hall and return in just a few minutes

holding something in her hands.

“Here we are,” I heard her say.

Curiosity tugged and I moved to see what was happening.

There, like days long ago, I saw my daughter at the table

with a red crayon in her small hand

drawing on a piece of paper.

I swallowed the big lump in my throat

when my eyes saw the familiar old crayon box on the table.

So many hands had used the crayons over the years.

Precious hands of ones I always will hold dear in my heart.

Broken crayons, most without a paper,

but still with lots of color in them even forty some years later.

Shining moments as I begin to understand

that the memories of the heart are a treasure to cherish

and enjoy forever.

Yes, I have that old crayon box today

and I have noticed that when I lift the lid

the sweet fragrance of the past mingles with the moments of today.

God has a way of doing that, doesn’t He.

Broken crayons that  still add color to my simple life today.