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I Should Have Listened

June 12th, 2009

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. (Jeremiah 29:11)

Starting about 12 years ago, whenever things are rough the Lord sends this verse to me in some fashion. The ways He does this differ, the message is the same. For some reason it is always unexpected. (You’d think by now I’d KNOW it was coming!)

Yesterday was an awful day. I had expected some big changes in a (more…)

Lost Blessings of Grace

May 29th, 2009

God gives us grace for the time we need it, and sometimes He lets us show His grace to others. But do we always obey? I wish I could answer, “Yes” so far as I am concerned. Unfortunately, that is not the case.

Two times eat at my heart when I think of them, bringing pain for the lost opportunity to possibly make someone’s life a bit brighter, if only for a moment. One was in a mall in another state. I was waiting (more…)

Blessings of the Choir

May 13th, 2009

Several times in my life I have belonged to a choir — as a child, a teenager, a young adult, and a single woman with four children. Some were fun, one was painful. But none were like the choir I joined in January!

I mentioned the choir in my last post. Its name is United in Praise, and it is just that: people united to praise God. UIP is made up of people from churches all over the area — somewhere between 20-30 churches and numerous denominations. Each rehearsal was a blessing as we worked, laughed, shared and prayed together. (more…)

Mother’s Day 2009

May 12th, 2009

Another Mother’s Day has come and gone. As always since our Karen went to live with Jesus, it was a bittersweet day. We spent the morning at our daughter’s in Orlando: our son and a friend where there as well. (Our youngest daughter is in another state, so that visit was via phone and facebook.) It was lovely, peaceful. Afterwards we went by to put flowers on Karen’s grave. Each (more…)

Good Friday, 2009

April 10th, 2009

My first Easter after I had come to Christ was both joyous and painful. As a new Christian, I enthusiastically embraced everything the church had to offer. I was a young Peter, running pell-mell into everything Christian. (Fortunately, a pastor named Jamie Buckingham took me under his wing and made sure I was given a firm foundation.) (more…)

Holy Thursday (Maundy Thursday)

April 9th, 2009

Someone asked me what I remember about this day. I dimly remember going to church with Momma. I wasn’t a Christian then, had not surrendered my life to the Lord, so those memories are vague.

There is another memory that lies deep and forever in my heart; as she asked about today, it rushed out of (more…)

Lessons from Quinlan

March 30th, 2009

I have written a little about the effect a beautiful little girl named Quinlan had on her mother Kristin, and on others. I have seen a pretty, headstrong young woman turn into an incredibly beautiful Christian woman and mother.

But it is only a tiny part of the story. (more…)

Quinlan

February 21st, 2009

“… and a little child shall lead them.” (Isaiah 11:6)

It has been awhile since I blogged in Faith Walk. Overloaded and pressured with life, at one point I considered dropping it. Then Quinlan happened. (more…)

Thank God for Cancer

February 16th, 2008

Thank God for cancer? What a dreadful thought!

Or is it?

I found a blog today about a teenager who gave a talk in a church, thanking God for her cancer. At first it sounds shocking. If you want to get downright brutal about it, cancer took two of my brothers, my uterus, our youngest daughter’s uterus and breasts, and our oldest daughter’s life. How can I thank God for any of that?

Well, I’ll tell you how.

All four of my children had walked away from the Lord. I came to the point where I finally put them all in God’s hands and released them to Him, asking HIm to do whatever it takes to bring them back to Him. With our youngest, Missy, it took a special needs child and cancer. With our oldest, Karen, it took Missy’s cancer and MOPS. Even now I have strangers walk up to me at church, ask me if I am Karen’s mother, and tell me how God used her to change their lives. Missy and Karen both became mighty women of God.

How can I not be thankful for that?

Cancer makes you look at your life. The moment you hear that word applied to you, your life does a flip-flop, your priorities change, your life takes on a new and different meaning. And if those changes include God, one can only give thanks.

I know that my life is different because of cancer. I take nothing for granted. My priorities are quite different than friends who have not been there. Having children with cancer changes one’s perspective even more than one’s own cancer. I will never be afraid of death. Or of cancer itself. Having had children with cancer made my own cancer an inconvenience to be gotten through, but nothing to compare with theirs.

I miss Karen terribly — but I am at last reaching the point where I can concentrate on the good times, thankful for the years we had her in our lives. I can thank Him for the lives and joys of all our children. Each one is a special and remarkable gift from Him! I treasure all the moments, good and not so good.

Yes, cancer is dreadful. But it cannot win unless you let it. God is in charge, and His miracles abound. Even in cancer. So even though cancer is not what I would choose, having been there in so many ways I can indeed give thanks! Perhaps not for cancer itself, but for God’s work even through cancer.

Thanks be to God for all things, for He is IN all things. If you let Him, He will give you joy in all things.

Even in cancer.

In the Hospital Cafeteria

February 11th, 2008

February 11, 2008 – 11:00 A.M.

I have spent the morning waiting and praying. I had a sudden need to be where I can be found, but I told my husband Bill that I will remain here while he runs an errand. The cafeteria is quiet and almost deserted. Frantic prayer — and now peace beyond understanding. Was there a crisis, or was it only in my heart? Was the Spirit telling me to pray?

Suddenly people swirl about me. All around me, they are busy — chatting, eating, talking on cell phones, clearing trash left behind, sweeping, straightening. One woman is reading the newspaper and laughing. Another is noisily straightening chairs.

My heart is in an operating room with Missy, in an office with Maria, in the airport with Powell (is he there yet?) And in heaven with Karen.

I know that God is in charge — and what a blessed knowledge that is! Missy is in His hands. She is covered with His feathers, and under his wings she finds refuge. (Psalm 91) He is her fortress her God, her protector, her Father.

I long still to return to the waiting room, and I do wish Bill would hurry back so I can go there!

P.S. My prayer during those frantic, fearful moments in the cafeteria was, Lord, You took one child, please do not take another!

It is now 10-something at night. Missy’s surgery was very long — 8 hours, I believe. Both doctors said she did well and that there were “no surprises.” When I saw her at last, my heart lurched — I never realized how like Karen she is! They have the same eyes. I was seeing them both. I know that Karen is with Jesus, but I also believe she still knows us, that she cares and is looking down at Missy.

When I looked into those eyes tonight I believe God was telling me that Karen is all right, and that Missy is all right, too. And I can do nothing but praise Him!

Thanks be to God. Yes, He takes, but He also gives. And tonight His gift is joy in my family!

Thoughts in an Airport

February 9th, 2008

We are in the Atlanta airport waiting for our connection to Baltimore, where Missy will meet us. On Monday Missy has surgery, a bilateral mastectomy and reconstruction. Or, as she calls it, her insurance funded tummy tuck and liposuction. Her attitude is outstanding.

None of us really knows exactly what lies ahead. People can tell you what to expect, but like many other things you must be there to understand. I know that there will be pain — Missy’s pain, certainly, but also the pain of a mom watching her daughter’s ordeal.

Recently Karen’s little girl overheard and misunderstood us talking about Missy’s surgery; she told her daddy that Missy’s surgery will mean that she can never have cancer again. That is not what we said and of course is erroneous. The next question, the one unasked except maybe in a little girl’s heart, is the BIG one: would Mommy be alive if they had done that to her?

Oh Karen, how we miss you!

We are experiencing so many different feelings about Missy’s surgery. And it does bring up questions about Karen. Because right or wrong, we do have questions. There will always be questions!

Still and all, we know that God is good, and that He is holding Missy in the palm of His hand. He is in control.

And for that we give thanks.

And We All Danced

December 10th, 2007

Saturday was the funeral of someone I have known since early childhood, a beautiful, elegant lady named Ruth Pounds who taught “social dancing and etiquette” to thousands of junior high school children. We learned social graces. We learned respect. We learned not to bite our nails. And we learned to dance. (more…)

In an Empty Room …

December 10th, 2007

This was supposed to be a coffee shop. There used to be one here, I am certain of that. There are tables, chairs, and booths, a counter, several microwaves, an obviously defunct soft drink machine; through an opening in the wall behind the counter I can see what could have been a kitchen. The room smells like popcorn, and I am hungry. Just outside in the atrium is an umbrella table. Cute, but presently unused and useless. (more…)

Thanksgiving, 2007

November 22nd, 2007

Give thanks to the Lord for He is good. (Psalm 118:29)

25 of the thousands of things for which I am thankful to God today:

1. First, of course, that God sent His Son to die for me —- for salvation.
2. For my family – they are my rock
3. For my extended family, both here and abroad
4. For my church family
5. For my friends
6. For sweet memories – of my husband, of our children (here and in heaven), of so many past events and moments (more…)

A Response to Questions About Grief

July 18th, 2007

Christian grief is such a difficult subject! Some people believe that if one becomes a Christian there should be no more grief. Bad things won’t happen. WRONG! God never promised that we would not go through the hard times. In fact, He has said to expect them. (more…)

First Love, Part 2

July 18th, 2007

The first time I was “really, truly in love” I was 15 years old, and I believed I had found the love of my life. I couldn’t stop talking about him! I wrote his name over and over in my notebook, I daydreamed about him in class and at night as I slept. I talked about him to everyone I met. Somehow there was always a way to work his name into a conversation. During part of the summer, away from each other on family vacations, we wrote coded letters. I read his letters over and over, almost wearing out the paper on which they were written. (more…)

Eleven Things for Which I Am Especially Thankful Tonight

July 4th, 2007

1. The Lord Jesus, Who died for me
2. My family – Bill, the world’s best husband; four wonderful children; my three adorable grandchildren; my two very special sons-in-law; my brothers, both here and gone; Bill’s family; numerous nieces, nephews and cousins
3. The precious gift of frienship
4. Memories, both sweet and sad
5. America, where I can be free
6. My church family with all its hugs, smiles and wisdom
7. The constant miracle of nature
8. The Bible, where I can learn and find direction and solace
9. Parents who, though long with Jesus, gave me the basics and taught me how to live
10. Heroes to light the way
11. Music, music, music.

A Man Named Ward

June 29th, 2007

“Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints.” (Psalm 116:15)

Another friend fell to cancer yesterday. And oh, dear God, I am so angry! I am angry at that evil that hits so many people in my life. That evil called cancer.

But this is not about cancer, it is about a man named Ward. I didn’t know him long, certainly not long enough. I (more…)

Another Goodbye ..

June 21st, 2007

“…Your people will be my people …” (Ruth 1:16b)

Another goodbye. This time it was goodbye to our family in Ireland. It is always difficult, but this time it was as hard as when we first left. Bill and I have both had a dreadful feeling that this is the last trip there for us. A few family members may visit the States; most will not. (more…)

The Sheep vs the Goats

June 16th, 2007

“I am the good shepherd; I know my sheep and my sheep know me.” (John 10:14)

In the Bible, Jesus makes a comparison between sheep and goats that used to confuse me. Goats are highly intelligent animals. Sheep are stupid. Why wouldn’t He prefer the goats to the sheep? I did!

When we lived in Ireland we had goats; our neighbor had sheep. We started with two baby goats named Margaret and Brendan after our dearest friends. (Perhaps some wouldn’t consider themselves such dear friends if they had goats named after them, but our friends got a good laugh out of it.) We acquired the kids as bottle-fed infants that would sit in Bill’s lap watching TV and would fall asleep with ther little heads on his shoulder. As they grew (more…)

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