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consistency, my prayer.

Last week another of "my" widow ladies went to be with the Lord. Ninety-four years old, and faithful to the Lord, His people, His church and her family all those years.  Not perfect,  failures that I am aware of, but faithful and true as best she could. Last I saw her was almost a year and a half ago. And though it had been several years and she had some age related dementia, her family assured me that she remembered me. And she seemed to when I had the opportunity to greet her, though I likely wouldn't have recognized her if she hadn't been with her family. It always amazes me when I am remembered by those who have forgotten others. Anyway. She passed away a couple weeks ago,  and her memorial service was last weekend. Living far and being too busy for my own good made it impossible for me to attend the service in person.  But thanks to the chaos of 2020 and the capability of livestreaming via Facebook,  I was able to be there virtually.  I was blessed to ...

hmm

Every once in a while I hear the question,"What advice would you give to your 18 year old self?". I tend to think something generic and hopeful like: just keep going, it'll be OK.  Or maybe I consider advising against one choice or another,  but then I remember the good things that would never be without the hard and "horrible". But last night and this morning, I've been thinking that I would recommend setting goals without expectations. Or maybe even just trust the Lord, buckle up, and enjoy the ride. Look always for the blessings and appreciate the ways life is good, even though it will not turn out the way you hope, imagine or expect. Always remember God is good, and His way is perfect, even if we don't like it or understand.  The biggest lessons life has taught me is don't have expectations and be confident in nothing. Expectations bring disappointment. Confidence in outcomes brings heartache and frustration. The only constant is change, and the ...

bittersweet life...

I am blessed.  I really don't know how to put this in to words, so I will ramble a bit... I've always loved and appreciated the generations older than mine.  Parent and grandparent figures have been my best friends, my preferred friend group for as long as I can remember.  So many have poured themselves into my life and have had profound influence on who I am today.  From my ethics to my logic to my humor all shaped so much more by my befriended elders so much more than my peers or my family. For that I am forever thankful.  And as these older friends are finishing their race, I find myself in a place that allows me the opportunity to come alongside and help them finish well.  They helped me get started and I am honored to help them finish. It kinda sucks because I know if the Lord tarries and doesn't Rapture us out soon, there are "goodbyes" coming that I don't want. But the blessing to be chosen by these dear people because they know me, they trust me,...