New Year’s Day 2013

It’s almost here! I guess it will be by the time this posts and you read it. Our New Year begins with uncertainty. Monday morning we got one of “those” calls. The ones you know are inevitable, but never want to receive.

My hubby’s dad has taken a couple falls in the past week or so, and the one Sunday night landed him in ICU.

I lost both my parents back in the 90s. All of a sudden, those emotions are resurrected, bubbling just beneath the surface, waiting to erupt.

I’m thankful for those experiences. They gave me insight into what my hubby is dealing with: the feeling of shock as one’s world is shaken; the unsettled mind which refuses to focus; questioning whether to go, and when; considering responsibilities at home and work. Until one has walked that road, there is no way to understand what those travelers are going through. Oh, how I wished for someone to come alongside, someone who understood my pain.

But now, I am that person. I am able to offer comfort from that which I received. My heart breaks for my hubby. I didn’t want these days to come so soon for him, the days when those who have always been strong, supportive, and reliable begin to falter. It’s so unexpected. We grew up with them taking care of us, we never expected the roles to be reversed. Never.

I take comfort in Ecclesiastes, Chapter 3. (The Bible) To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven…
Clicking the link will open a new page if you would like to read it.


Let’s make the most of this new year. May we live on purpose, like we mean it. Don’t take a single day for granted, we are not promised tomorrow.





Beth Ann at “It’s Just Life” (finding the extraordinary in the ordinary) tagged me–YIKES, has it been three weeks?–to write a post on hope. I hope she hasn’t given up on me. 

When I think of hope, one of the first things that comes to mind is my fourth granddaughter, Kai-Le Hope. She was born in China, a very sick baby, with a liver ailment. This tiny babe was swaddled in a blanket and left on a train. Her family must have had hope, hope someone would take her in and find the medical care she badly needed.  

The infant was taken to another woman, who knew someone at an orphanage, who saw the jaundiced infant and had hope the orphanage doctor would be able to help her. 

At the orphanage, she was given the name Hope. Surgery was provided through generous donations, a surgery that would hopefully sustain her life until she could receive a liver transplant.

The church our daughter and son-in-law attended provided support to this orphanage, and our family hoped to adopt a child from there.
After a wait of nearly two years, this little girl named Hope became part of our lives. 



Kai-Le Hope is a happy, healthy, six-year-old who is in first grade this year. She has required no further surgery, and we hope she never will. 

Praise God from Whom all blessings flow.

Along with this challenge come three rules:

1.  Write a post about hope and publish it to your blog.

2.  Invite at least one person to blog about it, too.

3.  Link back to the person who invited you at the top of your post.

I would like to invite the following people to share a post on hope. 

1. Lynda at Walking Out My Door

2. Janna at JannaTWrites

3. Lilly at Apronhead



Hope Rises in a Sunset

Sunsets beckon this time of year. That burst of color at the end of the day perks up an otherwise-drab landscape. 

The earth draws in warmth from the sun, and holds the heat like kindling.

Soon the trees and grasses will dispel the deadness and spring forth with new life. May this be true of us, also.

Lift up the light of Your countenance upon us, O Lord. You have put more joy in my heart than when their wheat and new wine have yielded abundantly. In peace I will both lie down and sleep, for You, Lord, alone make me dwell in safety and confident trust.
–Psalm 4: 6-8 


Word A Day–Originate

Where are you from? Or maybe I should ask, from where did you originate?

At some point in each life, there will arise
a longing in the heart.
We ponder from whence we came, and
and where we got our start.

It may appear as a deep homesickness
drawing us to the past.
It might possibly feel like a loss, and
it’s a feeling that will last. 

We will try to fill that void 
with every earthly means.
But nothing may be found to satisfy
until God intervenes.

He will pluck us from our pit
and save us from what mires. 

For it is Him alone Who lights the fire
and kindles our heart’s desires. 

Ecclesiastes 11:5 (NLT)–Just as you cannot understand the path of the wind or the mystery of a tiny baby growing in its mother’s womb, so you cannot understand the activity of God, who does all things.

Ecclesiastes 3:11 (NLT)–Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God’s work from beginning to end. 




My Refuge, and My Fortress

Linking to Word A Day: North

Sorry, I decided against posting a picture, I hope you’ll understand.

It’s 1:30 a.m., Monday morning. I want to write a blog post, but I’m not sure what to write, or where to start. Psalm 91 is all I can think of.

Our Sunday morning started off like most, we attended church. Saturday, I got a call from a local shop stating that I’d won a prize in a drawing; so, after church, we headed to the store in Chesapeake to get it. We had plans to return home afterward and work on some things around the house. It was nearly 70 degrees, and hubby suggested we go to Starbucks for frappuccinos and sit outside to drink them first. Everything was so Perfect. Then, we headed home, north on Battlefield Boulevard. 

He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall remain stable and fixed under the shadow of the Almighty…

For He will deliver you…
Sunday, we were delivered.  

He will cover you with His pinions, and under His wings shall you trust and find refuge…
Sunday, we found a sheltered place, there is no other explanation. 

You shall not be afraid…
Sunday, when it sounded like all hell broke loose…  

A thousand may fall at your side…
Beaten and battered cars littered the street behind and on both sides of us, six in all, several occupants taken to local hospitals.

Only a spectator shall you be…
Sunday, when the noise finally stopped, we stepped out of our vehicle, unscathed, 

Because you have made the Lord your refuge, and the Most High your dwelling place, There shall no evil befall you…
Only the rear bumper dented by flying debris.

For He will give His angels charge over you…
For quite some time now, I’ve stated this in a prayer of thanksgiving whenever I get behind the wheel of a car. 

Having been rear-ended twice when stopped in traffic previously, and still bearing the pain in my body, I needed a promise I could cling to when getting behind the wheel.  

So, are you in Good Hands? Where do you place your trust?

If you believe in the power of prayer, would you join me in seeking healing and speedy recovery for the injured ones?