Do you truly believe?

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I just want another head, I lamented to my girlfriend the other day. But it isn’t happening. So maybe it is just a perspective change I need?

Maybe, she says, it is to truly believe in God’s words. He’s already provided all you need at this moment.

“If you decide for God, living a life of God-worship, it follows that you don’t fuss about what’s on the table at mealtimes or whether the clothes in your closet are in fashion. There is far more to your life than the food you put in your stomach, more to your outer appearance than the clothes you hang on your body. Look at the birds, free and unfettered, not tied down to a job description, careless in the care of God. And you count far more to him than birds. Matthew 6-25-34

Yes, it’s to believe I already have all that I need to pursue, do the work, be obedient with the gifts and talents He has given even though I feel like I need more. And in my case, as a single Christian woman,  that more can be wrapped in a man where love, respect and compatibility ties us, and he wants to come along side me to build His kingdom.

Yes, it’s to believe that God has already given me all that I need so I do not hesitate to take that next step.

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It is to believe that I have enough–enough resources and the right mind on my own  (even though it may seem crazy to the world) to pursue my dreams and visions.

For the Word says….

If we are “out of our mind,” as some say, it is for God; if we are in our right mind, it is for you. 2 Corinthians 5:13

And we are never alone.

“Be strong. Be brave. Be fearless. You are never alone.” Joshua 1:9

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not onto your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct your path.” Proverbs 3:5-6

“You are loved more than you will ever know by someone who died to know you.” Romans 5:6

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Is there something you feel God is calling you to do yet you are holding back, feeling like you do not have the right frame of mind, the resources, or people to pursue it?

I pray you know that God has chosen you.

For we know, brothers and sisters, loved by God, that He has chosen you. 1 Thessalonians 1:4

And that He will give you direction on the way to go as you step out in faith.

I will instruct you and teach you the way you should go; I will counsel you with my loving eye on you. Psalms 32:8

And that you know He equips you with everything you need as you do His will for you.

Now may the God of peace, who through the blood of the eternal covenant brought back from the dead our Lord Jesus, that great Shepard of the sheep, equip you with everything good for doing his will, and may he work in us what is pleasing to him, through Jesus Christ, to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen Hebrews 13:20-21

Maybe one day God will provide me that ‘head,’ bring me together with a man to pursue a Kingdom calling He has that together we are to build. Regardless, I believe that He continues to do a good work in me and in you now.

Being confident of this, that who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus. Philippians 1:6

May you step out in faith today, my friend, knowing God has given you all you need today to pursue that nudge, that calling, that vision, that dream.

The world needs you.

Love,

Lynn

 

A forever ‘n ever inspiration

I feel like I have been a bit quiet in this place. And I thought I’d share today a few reasons why.

  1. I’m completing an additional coaching certification program.
  2. I’m designing a website (with the help of a professional designer) that intwines coaching, writing, and photography and will become my new space. My current space here will be attached, so no worries for me to loose connection with you!
  3. I’m designing a new journal to be published in May when my website will be launched.

At times it has been a bit overwhelming, and I experience moments of “what am I doing?’ and “who am I to do this?” 

But then often an affirming word comes from a friend, a teacher, or family member.

God knows exactly what we need, doesn’t He?

Someone who has always been instrumental to my dreams and visions is my child-hood friend, Rhonda. It’s been 2 years now since her passing, and even though many miles separated us during the majority of our friendship, the connection never did.

So today I thought I’d re-post a tribute to my best friend forever ‘n ever.

Rhonda, you inspire me….forever ‘n ever

A Life Tapestry (first published at Connecting Stories)

Tapestry: used in reference to an intricate or complex combination of things or sequence of events
“I wonder,” I said, my mind recalling a phone conversation just days before. “Maybe we should introduce him to Carol? She’s ready to meet someone and loves music. Rob plays in a band. There’s a common interest already!”

My best friend Rhonda, and her husband Sheldon, held their wine glasses up, gesturing a toast. I picked up my glass of water, and we smiled at each other. You know, those mischievous smiles with a sense of excitement too from a grand idea that is even better when three are involved, and the other parties don’t know!

And, yes this was a set-up. A long-distance set-up as Rob resided in Ontario, and Carol in Alberta. A set-up eighteen years ago when the newspaper classifieds were the ‘dating’ sites of the time.

And Rhonda was still healthy.

On the morning of April 12, 2015, Rhonda passed away after 4 years of a hearty battle with cancer. Always a high achiever, she didn’t let her cancer take away her ambitions and zest for life. Those four years, between cancer treatments, she participated in fund-raising events for breast cancer, traveled with her two daughters to New York, and other warmer climates,  her last trip to Cuba just this past February with her three children, husband, and other family members.

We met when we were three so do not remember a moment of my life, my world when she was not in it. She was the ‘Stand By Me’ part of my life–stomping through creeks, swimming in her back yard pool, hacking worms in half and watching both parts squirm, dolls then Barbies then boys, Holly Hobbie party dresses then Levis and Addidas. I moved west when 14 years old but we still connected, always, through letters, cards, calls and my visits back home.

And she believed in my dreams, in my writings. And if I have any regret, it is that she never saw me be published, her name gracing the dedication on the first page.

And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28

At her Celebration of Life, attended by almost 300, I looked over at Rob, Rhonda’s husband’s best-friend, and the husband of Carol, my high school friend, another friend forever ‘n ever. And my heart filled with gratitude for that moment 18 years ago where three got together scheming the set-up of two, a part of His tapestry, the weaving the together of lives for His purpose.

Because God has it all figured out, I am woven to Rhonda, forever ‘n ever.

A schedule defined

(Today’s post, I’m linking up with Kate Motaung’s Five Minute Friday. Each week a word prompt is given and you have 5 minutes to write a post, no editing, no over-thinking, just free writing. This week’s prompt is Define).

 

I’m off schedule this week. My Polestar Day Timer with it’s columns of work, appointments, and personal, is not really exceptionally filled-in, yet many of the penciled descriptions of items to be completed, are left unchecked.

If one was to look at my schedule, one might define it as “open” or “balanced” or maybe even “incomplete.”

Then why, only a few days ago, did I feel this heaviness in my chest as if pressured by a hand pushing, a hand much larger than mine that I couldn’t push away?

It hurt to breathe.

Even though my schedule looked open on paper, deadlines loomed over me like a cloud about to burst on my picnic. Assignments due, work appointments, inventory to make for an upcoming art show, content to be given to my designer for two new projects, family commitments, dishwasher to unload, income taxes….

And even though I dislike the definition as much prefer “full”, the word “busy” kept flashing in my mind like an irritating advertisement.

I’ve heard busy defined as “Being Under Satan’s Yoke.” And I didn’t want to be under THAT yoke.

But then one of the first verses I ever learned replaced that irritating advertisement.

Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. Matthew 11:29

Rest.

Yes.

His word defining my fullness, I begin to breathe easier.

Yes, I can define my schedule as full, and always find rest for my soul with the One who is gentle and humble in heart.

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The Story behind the story….

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“He was despised and rejected by mankind, a man suffering, and familiar with pain. Like one from whom people hide their faces he was despised, and we held him in low esteem.” Isaiah 53:3

When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, “If any one of you is without sin, let him be the first to throw a stone at her.” John 8:7

There’s a young woman on the street corner. She twirls fingers through threads of black hair that reach her bikini topped breast. Her other hand holds a cigarette, the red ashes falling in the dim light. Her black boots click, click as she walks. Her elbows rest on a grey sedan’s open window ledge. She opens the passenger door and she gets in, rides away.

There’s a teen on the driveway. She twirls fingers through threads of black hair that reach the lettering on her t-shirt across her breasts. Her other hand holds an over-flowing bag, the red sequins on the straps flashing like diamonds. Her white converse runners squeak, squeak as she walks. Her elbows rest on the red mustang’s open window ledge. She opens the passenger door and she gets in, rides away.

There’s a child in the house. She twirls her fingers through threads of black hair that reach the collar of her pink sweater. Her other hand holds a blonde barbie, the doll’s clothes laying on the bare floor unseen in the darkness. Her bare feet tap, tap, as she walks. Her elbows rest on the bedroom’s open window ledge. She hears a door open behind her, closes her eyes and dreams of a white car and she gets in, rides away.

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There’s a 17 year-old woman, her name and picture flashed up on my television screen. A public risk, they say, charged for aggravated sexual assault for not disclosing her life-threatening STD to consenting sexual partners. She is hand-cuffed, chained, behind bars.

She is bad, people are told, for having HIV.

Her story today, as told by others, is all that anyone sees, knows.

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There’s a baby in the crib. She twirls her fingers through threads of a pink blanket that reach her tummy. Her other hand holds a brown teddy bear, a red ribbon around it’s neck highlighted in the moon light. Her toes wave as she giggles. Her elbows rest on the mattress. She hears a door open behind her, her eyes open wide and she waves, waves her innocent tiny fists and feet in the air, ready to be embraced.

In today’s headlines, do you question “What is the story behind the story?”

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There is only one Lawgiver and Judge, the one who is able to save and destroy. But you–who are to judge your neighbour? James 4:12

(first published at Connecting Stories)

So many miracles

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“It defies the world’s logic,” he said. “It’s something only God could reconcile.”

I nodded in agreement, thoughts swirling through my mind, however I couldn’t format any words into a coherent sentence.

So all that came out of my rounded mouth was “Wow.”  I twirled my tea cup, peppermint aroma gracing my senses. The sun from the cafe window warmed my hands, and imprinted tiny white stars in the blue eyes of my companion.

Sometimes there are just no words to describe what seemed impossible becoming possible. Sometimes, as in this case with my friend, there are just no words to describe a reaction from a story shared of a relationship that seemed irreconcilable becoming reconciled. Or that miraculous open door to a new beginning.

Sometimes there are just no words to describe God’s miracles.

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Seeing with the sea turtles

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On my recent trip to Maui I was blessed to see these creatures of the sea–the sea turtle. Sometimes I’d spy one alone napping on an empty beach.

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Sometimes I would spy a few rollicking in the waves, their heads poking above the waters for a mere second before disappearing again into the ocean.

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Sometimes I would spy one bathing on the rocks of an ocean cove.

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And other times I would see many huddled and resting together on rocks warmed by the tropical sun.

Whether napping as one on the empty beach, or riding with others in the waves, or huddling with many sunbathing in the coves, they seem to follow the natural order of things, I begin to see.

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Wrestling Surrender-Guest post by Joy

As I rest away in Maui this week, I have a special guest to fill the page! Meet Joy, a friend and writing comrade who opens her house each month to our Christian writers group, Writers Cafe (and must also say provides the sweetest treats as well my favorite brand of coffee)!  Version 3

There’s been something niggling to get to the forefront of my mind all week. Something I keep shoving back.  It’s a No-I-don’t-want-to-do-that! kind of shove.

But then an email from a friend arrives:

“Have you surrendered your role as _________________ to God? Are you willing to let it go completely and allow that His plan may be different, and not just resign yourself to that, but embrace it with anticipation?”

Rats! Way to bring up the elephant in the room. Now I can’t shove the niggling thought – the conviction from God – away. There it is, staring me right in the face.

God’s plans are not syncing with my plans. And I’m not happy about it!!

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