Sunday, January 11, 2015

The Choice Is Always Ours.....

I knew she saw me. And as I glanced her way and I caught her eye, her whole body language shouted out that she would prefer not to talk to me.

I had a choice to make in that moment. I could just go about what I was busy doing, or I could go over to her table and acknowledge her and be kind.   I choose the later. It was awkward but it was right. I knew it was what the Lord was asking of me.

I didn't even know until a few weeks ago that she had been offended by someone I love dearly. Even though the offense was a misunderstanding and not at all what she thought was portrayed.  She choose to still believe a lie and choose to live with an offense that wasn't there.

Years ago, a special older lady from Oregon, taught me a very valuable lesson. I was visiting her in her home and she shared that she had some people over the night before and one of the people visiting made a negative comment about her home. She told me, at the moment she choose not to be offended and let it go.

I've never forgotten those wise words from a very wise woman.

I know in my journey of life, that I too, have many times chosen to take up an offense. Sometimes the offense is real. Sometimes it was never meant to be an offense and was a misunderstanding, and I choose to take it up and simmer.  Either way, the Lord wants to bring healing to relationships. The choice is mine. The choice is yours.

We are all in process. We wound, we hurt and we offend in this journey of life.

In those offenses that need attention and confronting, yes, Scripture teaches us to go to one another.  To seek forgiveness and to forgive. In those misunderstandings that were never intended to be offenses, talk them out and go on too. Life is too short to hold on to things that were never meant to be negative.

We always have the choice on how we will respond.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

There Is No Place Like Home.....


My hubby and I have had such a full and busy summer. Working long hours at each of our jobs. We set aside 10 days here in August for us to be together and get away and just rest and be. We were immensely looking forward to our time away from all our responsibilities and celebrating my 60th birthday as well as our 38th wedding anniversary.

Our adorable identical twin granddaughters turned one in the middle of our days off. So we headed to Portland hoping to find a hotel to stay there for a day or two and rest with a nice room and an outdoor pool. So, for not planning very well ahead, and not making any reservations,  little did we know that the Timbers soccer team would be hosting some large event with thousands of guests so there were no empty rooms in all of Portland or Vancouver :{ 

So we called up our son and said we are coming early :}  breaking our own rule of only staying 2 days with our kids, so we don't wear out our welcome. We felt like two little orphans with no where to go....:}   Mike and Laci were so gracious to us.

We had the opportunity to spend some time with our precious little girls while Mike and Laci both worked. They bring us so much joy and brightness to our lives. So precious. They are a lot of work too! I am definitely a firm believer in having your children while you are young and have the energy to keep up with them!  But we wouldn't trade the time with them and the memories in our hearts for anything.

We still had 5 days left to our vacation,  and a dear friend from work had offered us 3 days free of her parent's timeshare in Las Vegas. Wow, how wonderful. A free room and outside pool for 3 days. We took her up on it....

Needless to say, we are sitting in the Bellagio Hotel at their famous dinner buffet on my birthday and I started crying and said to my hubby "I just want to go home". Vegas was neither relaxing nor enjoyable for either of us. I wanted to click my red ruby slippers and find myself again in the comfort and security of my own home.

So we went back to our hotel room, looked up the flights for the next day and the flight to SEA had 124 OPEN seats :}  and we made our flight to ANC as being one of the last few people to get on. We snuck back into Anchorage early and enjoyed our last 3 days of vacation at home, sleeping and enjoying the quiet and just being. The only ones who knew we were here were our dear friends who had the key to our home and were keeping an eye on it for us. 

Turning 60 has been a pretty emotional issue for me. The age sounds old, and yet, I feel so young :} I was talking to someone on our trip about a mutual person we both know and wondering how old they were now. I said, "she was old when I was in high school".  We both started laughing. Old is all in the perspective. I am sure she was only in her 40's when I thought she was quite old.

Just reminded again on the brevity of life and to make our lives count. I want to cherish each day, give what I can, and follow the Lord Jesus with all my heart. Days are passing quickly and I want to live each day to the fullest...

So now we are both back into the reality of life again. The 10 days have gone by fast.  There are people to love, people that need us. People that need you.  May we remember that life is so fleeting and may we live it with purpose and intent.

Next vacation: be purposeful, reservations will be made, positive space seats will be reserved on the flights and no more than 2 days with family..... so at least I have good goals ahead :}

No matter where we go though, there still is no place like home.....

Monday, June 30, 2014

Perspective ...

Yesterday I was sitting in the break room of my job listening to the heart wrenching story from a co-worker about her dear friend's son who was killed the day before in an accident. In a  moment's time everything in their lives have changed. What they all wouldn't give to have it be two days before and all is "normal" and life is well again.....

Then I go out in the concourse to board a flight and I have to ask a lady to step aside to consolidate her 3 carry on bags down to 2. She looked at me like I had slapped her in the face and told me I was anal and she has never been asked to consolidate her bags before.

She stepped aside reluctantly and complained and grumbled the whole time as she was fixing her bags into the FAA regulations that are required. 

As she then again walked by my gate with her 2 carry on bags and  a snide remark, I thought, the family that just lost their son, would love to consolidate their bags if that was the worse thing that happened to them that day.

It is all about perspective. 

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Mirror Mirror On The Wall

 Romans 7:15-16 (The Message)

What I don't understand about myself is that I decide one way, but then I act another, doing things I absolutely despise.  So if I can't be trusted to figure out what is best for myself and then do it, it becomes obvious that God's command is necessary. 

Taking a good look in the mirror of myself this week, I come so short of what the Lord asks of me. I have found myself becoming  like someone I never want to be. 

My responses to inconveniences and some tasks that have been put before me, have fallen short of being graceful.

I recognize that no matter what comes my way,  my response is always my choice. So, in knowing that and failing quite frequently, I am burying myself in God's Word again and asking for a fresh touch of His Spirit upon my life. 

It is He that gives me the grace to respond correctly. It is not within myself. May I hear His gentle voice within my desperate  heart each time the choice of how I respond is presented before me. 

I know He is and will always be faithful to me. It is my steps of obedience to His voice that will "get me there" to become the person, the woman that is in my heart to be.

Friday, December 6, 2013

The Dimming Of An Era

Yesterday many of all ages gathered to say goodbye to a dear and precious man. One who had lived a good and active life, left a wonderful legacy, and had some hard physical last years.

I remember Brantley Edens as being a rock and a stable person from my childhood. He was gentle, kind, soft spoken, faithful, and was just always there. Someone you could count on.

Brant and Joan reached out to my family so many years ago and invested in us.  They mentored my young parents when they first became Christians. They had us over to their home, all 10 of us. The size of our family didn't frighten them away.

As I looked around the room at all the ones who had come to honor this wonderful man, I realized that a part of an era of my childhood is dimming. The ones I looked up to and were always there and solid rocks in my life, are becoming fewer and fewer. Many of them have gone now and only a few remain here on earth still...

It is a sobering thought to realize that now I am finding myself in the same place that I placed these ones in my life so long ago. I am their age and even older then they were, when they entered my life in the late 1960's. 

The torch is being passed to the next generation and to the next. May I be faithful, as these have been and clearly lived their lives with integrity before me.

Thank you Brantley for who you were in my life and the example you were to every life you touched.

Monday, October 14, 2013

The Middle Seat

Flying home from PDX to ANC, I got an empty seat. A middle one. A seat is a seat, it gets you to where you want to go, so I was thrilled to get on the first flight of the evening. I am so thankful for the benefits of working for Alaska Airlines!

I settled in, put my bag under the seat in front of me and began to read a new book I had gotten this weekend. "What Your Childhood Memories Say About you" by Dr. Kevin Leman.

All of a sudden the Lord brought back to me a memory from my past that I had forgotten about for at least 50 years.... It was a painful memory.... One that I knew the Lord wanted to touch and one that out of His deep love for me, wanted me to see the implications of that memory and how it has affected my life today. 

What an incredible faithful God we serve. I am not one to drum up things and make things happen. I am always more on the "cautious" side of life. But I know, that I know, this was a "God moment".

So here I am squeezed in between two strangers and the tears are running down my cheeks like a river. I then, found my IPHONE, put my earphones in and turned on my ITUNES so I could just shut my eyes and listen to the worship songs minister to my heart and soul....

I am still processing the memory and wanting to glean all that the Lord longs for me to see through it.  He will be and is so faithful to heal, restore, and redeem the brokenness's of our lives. I love following Jesus. 

Thursday, September 5, 2013

In A Moment's Time....

Tears are in my eyes as I write this post.  My dear high school friend Frank Hatfield died yesterday. My heart is trying to comprehend the news...  He had just written a post on my face book just a few days ago.

We graduated in 1972 and lost contact. It was just a year or two ago that we connected again through face book.

Frank was my neighbor.  He probably lived 4-5 miles from my home, but in Alaska that is what we call neighbors. We rode the same bus to school for 7 years and shared the same bus stop.

Frank was gentle and kind and had a sweet spirit. I can still see his smile and hear his gentle laughter.

One memory I have of him that makes me smile is when we were seniors.  He wanted to take me to the high school prom and my parents didn't allow me to go to dances. He kept telling me he was going to go ask my dad and I kept asking him to please don't, because I know my dad would not allow me to go. He never asked my dad because of my wishes,  but I will always remember his persistence :}

Life is so fragile. In a moment's time, it is gone. My heart weeps because of the loss of my dear friend. Childhood friends hold places in your heart forever.

I loved you Frank Hatfield.....