Catch a bird

“Mom, I want to catch a bird” my five year old daughter stated as if it was an accomplished fact, not a dream. My pleas to explain the futility of such an endeavor where promptly ignored.


“Mom, I’m going to catch a bird” she insisted. Finally, I gave up my useless attempts at persuasion and did the obvious. I asked, “Why, honey”? “Because they can fly!” she called out in a dead sprint toward her prize.

Do I try to catch something to obtain its gifts? Do I look at other people’s gifts and abilities and try to possess them, look like them and act like them? All in an effort to fly? NEWS FLASH- I can’t fly!

I’ve been in a solitary cage of my own making, a place of denial of my gifts and responsibilities. Gifts are responsibilities. Birds must fly, to fill the air and give us the perspective of how big the heavens are. We look at a bird’s flight and see only strength and freedom. Birds fly as a means of survival. If they did not fly they would die. Do we understand the significance of our gifts and that if we don’t use them there is a death? A death of the life that God would have us to live, in order to pursue our own ideas of life.

What are the gifts you have been given?  I am a mother of four beautiful children.  I am painfully aware I have done nothing to deserve these gifts. God freely gave them anyway. His goodness is humbling. Some of the gifts on my list are of times of trial, when there was crushing pain but an intense awareness of God’s presence. I cannot list all my gifts here, but I encourage you to list yours. It feels good to be thankful and it strengthens our resolve to live His way. What does God want you to do with your individual, unique gifts?

No matter how careful our plans are, or how righteous they seem. We must ask the Creator if our design includes flight.

Maybe our gift to the world is not to give perspective on how vast the sky is. Maybe our responsibility is to live Truth filled lives, which glorify the Lord.

Lord Jesus, Your plans are righteous and holy, my plans are fleeting and without substance. Grant me your rock solid foundation, liberate me from myself. I ask to live free of bondage. Give me your vision Jesus to see and know Truth. I desire to live out life under your will and not my own. I ask that you grant me discernment to be able to know the truth in all situations. Thank you, Jesus.  I love you, Amen.

Tragedy Struck, Joy Found

picofjoy   Tragedy Struck, Joy Found

Be still.  How many times have I been told this in various ways throughout my life? If I’m honest more times that I care to admit.

To be shown stillness by human example is humbling. I was at Write to Publish, a writer’s conference, when a living model of stillness stood before me.  Joy Ware Miller, radiated peace.  As I listened to her presentation on Logos, her voice flowed with light and life and her inner peace soothed me. Where did this light and life come from?  She navigated the computer program with ease and confidence, but this was certainly not the source of her gentle-strength.  I was intrigued.

Jesus reveals himself in our lives if we seek this knowledge.  Depth of strength and peace evident to others comes only from Jesus, often through enabling us to triumph over tragedy.  I sat down next to Joy, calmed by her presence and curious about her story.  We were at the Write to Publish conference, in the hallway designed as passageways from one location to another.  In this passageway, the Lord taught me a wealth of information beyond what could have been imparted in the classroom. But the gateway to life is very narrow and the road is difficult, and only a few ever find it (Matt 7:14 New Living Translation).  Joy, submitted to Christ’s authorship of her life, and the results are breathtaking to behold.  As I absorbed her story, God transformed my inner being, deepening my understanding of Christ’s mentorship. That one choice to stay, and be still, listening to another woman describe her movement through life, changed my path. As she described my worst nightmare as a mother, she moved from pain to understanding in what I perceived as light speed. Her only boy left the safety of their home and never returned. She walked through this pain to emerge triumphant and empowered, to deliver Christ’s message.  I will be eternally grateful that I found that path, in the hallway of the  conference. Joy Miller offers Christ’s transforming message in her book, There’s A Party in The Pit…. And You’re Invited! She can be reached at  Joy Ware Miller is an author, speaker and radio host.  I will be reviewing her book in a later blog entry.  Parents on Call, is her ministry to reach parents who have lost a child.

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Pray: Lord Jesus, thank you for slowing me down and giving me divine connections, people who help us to see you.  Jesus, I need your presence in my life, and I ask that you continue to bless me with your mentoring hand.  I surrender myself to your transforming path for me.  You know best, and I will humble myself before you in order to receive your wisdom.  Thank you, Jesus, for your gentle guidance.  I love and need you. Amen.

You can not carry your child’s cross

To Strengthen a Mother's Heart

crossYou can not carry your child’s cross.  Luke 9:23 states,  Then he said to them all: “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross daily and follow me.  We can not pick up their cross but are called to pick up our own personal cross daily.

We can not pick up our children’s crosses it does not work that way.  God created their cross for them.  Their unique attributes and obstacles; some to endure, some to overcome and some to count as pure joy.  All of these obstacles and attributes are blended together to create the masterpiece that is them.  We can not interrupt the process of them “becoming” to reduce our own pain.  I too anguish over my children’s struggles they seem unnecessary, messy, painful and without purpose.  I say to myself, “Surely the Lord would want me to fix this”, when the answer is…

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