Monday, December 31, 2018


Well here we are.

Almost the end of another year.

In a few minutes the hands of time will move us into the new but for now, I am looking back over 2018. The year to CHOOSE.

There are lots of choices we make in life. And this year was full of choices. Some I liked and others I didn't and then there were the circumstances in which I had no influence but the choice of how I would respond.

Choose Joy. 

Choose Grace. (This one I put my wall as a reminder that ALL is grace.)

Choose Life.

Choose to serve.

Choose whom you will serve.

This was a hard year for so many reasons. 

This year we faced loss on many levels and in multiple ways. 

Yet, I choose to trust in the One in whom I have placed ALL of my hope. I choose to follow even when the end is unclear. I choose peace in the midst of the storm. 

I choose joy, through the tears in which I end 2018, but filled the hopefulness of all that 2019 will bring. 

Sunday, March 04, 2018


He tends his flock like a shepherd:
    He gathers the lambs in his arms
and carries them close to his heart;
    he gently leads those that have young.

Isaiah 40:11

Monday, February 26, 2018


Yesterday, during the morning service, at church, we sang this beloved hymn. What precious words Fanny Crosby penned. How often over these last few years has eternity and the loss of loved ones brought me back to the hope of a precious reunion with our loved ones.

Between Braelyn and Colby, we lost a baby early in my pregnancy. Drew named that precious one, Jason Lee. Healer from the sacred places. A brother for Drew because God answers prayer. Jason has never been forgotten. We still talk about him. Their brother in Heaven.

He has a tree planted in our back yard. A white lilac.

He has ornaments for our Christmas Tree.

A life verse...

My frame was not hidden from you

    when I was made in the secret place,

    when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
    all the days ordained for me were written in your book
    before one of them came to be.

Psalm 138:15-16

....I can't imagine heaven's lullabies

And what they must sound like

But I will rest in knowing
Heaven is your home
And it's all you'll ever know
All you'll ever know

We miss you everyday, miss you in every way
But we know there's a day when we will hold you, we will hold you
And you'll kiss our tears away, when we're home to stay
We can't wait for the day when we will see you, we will see you....

....You'll just have heaven before we do....

And even as I sang that song on repeat for days and then revisited for months and years, allowing the healing to wash over me, there was a piece of me that was not quite satisfied. A desperate desire to see Jason and a longing to hold him filled me. The sadness of this loss often overcame me and even today listening to his song and singing, with my eyes closed, tears run rivers down my cheeks. 

And yesterday as I thought on McKenna's sweet best friend that went home fourteen months ago, and my dear friend's granddaughter, two weeks ago, and Léo's co-workers son, last week. And it is easy to say, that we are just at that age. But these are young lives. Lives that leave holes and it hurts.

And I long to see those precious ones, whose place cannot be filled. And I don't exactly know how it all works in eternity but I know that my beloved ones are there and I can't wait to see them.

BUT that hymn gave me pause. I sang the words but I am challenged by them. 

  1. Oh, the dear ones in glory, how they beckon me to come,
    And our parting at the river I recall;
    To the sweet vales of Eden they will sing my welcome home;
    But I long to meet my Savior first of all.

"But I long to meet my Savior first of all." Do I?

'cause I know I can't wait to see my baby boy. and Aunt Linda. Abuella and Abuello and aunts and uncles and cousins and friends... So many loved ones that I miss. So many that will go home before this year is out. And for the rest of my days, there will be the loved and the lost and the longing.

But do I love these more than my Saviour?

The One who gave up heaven and sacrificed His life and prepares a place for me? My Redeemer. 

I never wanted to be "so heavenly minded that I was no earthly good" but am I so earthly minded that I lose sight of this? 

These are my ponderings...I CHOOSE that for which I long.  

Sunday, February 25, 2018


"But if serving the Lord seems undesirable to you, 
then choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve
whether the gods your ancestors served beyond the Euphrates, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land you are living. 
But as for me and my household, we will serve the Lord.”

Joshua 24:15

Tuesday, February 20, 2018


So, it has been 51 days since the first of the year. 51 days late in posting my word for 2018.

I realize that this has been a standard post since I started my blog in 2011. And the preparation for this year was not any different than the past 10 years of word choosing. I prayed and thought but the reality is, once again, it seems like my word chose me. So, posting my word shouldn't have been that difficult, right?

People were asking and waiting and I was procrastinating. To be honest, this word seems to have so many nuances and for me it could not be pinned down. I like my words to be neatly packaged with a bow and this word seems to have a mind of it's own and has led me on a wild goose chase these 51 days. One in which I have failed to box up and deliver with some sort of expectation. Instead, I have a myriad of thoughts and roads to travel this year.

Last year was the year to be HELD. It was a busy year. Following REST and CONTENT, I had much time to learn to lean on this truth:

He is before all things, and in him all things hold together.  Colossians 1:17

And I am held and held together in Him. It was a year to watch God pour out on our family and fill us with His grace and abundance which allowed us the opportunity to pour out grace to others.

This second word grace settled into my heart and mind throughout the year. There were many times that I spoke this truth to my children, and to myself, as we faced challenging circumstances and people. 

So, we come to this new year. A new word started appearing, repeatedly, over the end of the last. 

Beckoning me. 

Wooing me. 

Challenging me. 

Reminding me of my first word, in 2009,  INTENTIONAL

Encouraging me to revisit the beginning.

So, a belated welcome to 2018 the year to 


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