Saturday, December 12, 2015

The Cross and the Cradle


This is the first of my Random Thoughts about Christmas.

As we focus this season on "The Christ" in the cradle, we must not dismiss the salvation of "The Christ" of the cross.

As I was caught up in this thought, I was inspired to go deeper... As the sun rises we are birthed into a new day. With the setting of the sun, the day relinquishes itself into the Master's hand.  The day fades away, its light dies, willing to give itself up for a never beheld dawn.  Let yesterday pass away, fade into twilight. Every new day holds something never seen before ... look, gaze and wonder.  Don't let the bygone day blind you to today's glory.  For with Christ all things become new.

This season hold fast to the truth: The dusk of yesterday gives way to the dawn of tomorrow.

Thursday, July 23, 2015

How Many?

How many words will it take to undo one ill spoken word?

How many beautiful scenes will it take to erase one horrific sight?

How many rights does it take to right a wrong?

How many births will it take to eradicate senseless death?

How many judgments will it take to eradicate prejudice?

How many oceans will it take to quench the fires of adversity?

How many faithful acts will it take to eliminate fear?

How many seeds need to be planted to rid famine?

How many goods will it take to purge evil?

How many freedoms will it take to abolish slavery?

How many stitches will it take to mend a broken heart?

How many surgeries are required to heal a wounded soul?

How many weights will it take to feel strong?

How many roads traveled will it take to arrive?

How many acts of courage will it take to be brave?

How many people will it take not to feel alone?

How many tears will it take to be joyful?

How many wins will it take to defeat loss?

How many” I love yous” will it take to disable hate?

How many lessons will it take to learn?

How many experiences will it take to gain wisdom?

How many successes will it take to achieve happiness?

How many dollars will it take to measure genuine wealth?

How many “to dos” will it take to finally be done?

How many cries will it take to be heard?

How many breathes will it take to breathe?

How many tasty morsels will it take to be satisfied?

How many washes will it take cleanse filth?

How many baptisms will it take to be refreshed?

How many confessions will it take to absolve guilt?

How many mistakes will it take to pass the test?

How many sacrifices will it take to be blessed?

My list could go on and on ... these question spew from the churning well within my soul. How many will it take?

The answer is so simple, although insane to many. ONE! How can there be only one answer to all of life's questions?   All the answers to our endless questionings are found in Jesus Christ – The Living Word- The All knowing, The All powerful, The Ever Present- The All in All -The ONE.  Seek and you fill find.  Knock and the door will be opened to you.  Ask and you will receive.  

Sunday, February 8, 2015

A Place Called... home?


What do you call home?  There are many cliches regarding the meaning of home.  “Home is where the heart is.”  “Home is where ever I lay my head down.” “There’s no place like home.”  “Home is where our story begins.”  “Home is not a place, but a feeling.”  “Home sweet home.”  These all hold an element of truth.

This may sound silly, but what about the people you carry in your heart, where is their home?  And what about hearts that are walled and impenetrable? I am pretty sure, cold and foreboding castles and well protected, unreachable fortresses are not real homey. They are prisons!

Many people have to escape to find a comfortable place to rest. These folks take a vacation, visit a spa, frequent the local tavern,  as if they are running away from home, trying to find a home.  Contrarily, some people can sleep anywhere:  standing up leaning against a wall, laying their head down on a desk, in a chair a crowded terminal, reclined in a car, and on park benches. I don’t know about you, but I certainly don’t consider these venues, home.

I love the concept that home is where our story begins, those who have read any of my writings, understand my adoration for a good story.  But, not all stories begin well, some have tragic or inauspicious beginnings.  Let’s face it, not all homes are not sweet, either. Furthermore, the saying “home is not a place, but a feeling” is a bit hard for me to swallow.  I have discovered in my life’s journey, feelings distort truth, feelings lie.

Let us not confuse a house, a dwelling place, an abode, or whatever, with a home.  A house may be filled with contention, strife and envy. A house will crumble under the weight of adversity. We can tear a house down with our own hands.  But a home is weathered and made stronger with age, enduring every storm of life.  Homes have echoes, secret passageways called memories, distinct smells – scents of the familiar, keepsakes, trinkets and treasures, legacy and traditions, framed moments in time cascading along their walls. Homes are full of imperfections:  growth charts whittled into door frames,  chipped plates and cups, discolored tile, missing shingles, aged wood... homes are made perfect through imperfection.

I am homeless.  No, I am not living on the streets or in a shelter.  But, I am without a home.  For the last 14 months, I have been living in a state of “temporary.” I am not complaining or voicing a “woe is me.”  I have had a place to lay my head at night, a roof over my head, all the essential necessities of life.  Many times like Dorothy in Oz, I have stated, "Toto we are not in Kansas anymore."  I do not call my dwelling place, home.  It is not mine.... hum?   Does that mean that having a home, requires ownership or belonging.  I think belonging, more so, than ownership. I was discussing this theory with my aunt yesterday.  She told me as we get older, it becomes more important to us, to have a place of our own.  This concept is more like Mick Dundee from Crocodile Dundee II, when asked what he called his home in the outback, "Belong to Mick." The ideas of having “my chair," “my bed," “my bathroom,"  and we even laughed at “my remote control” are significant.  Although, “my stuff” sounds selfish, truly, it is not. These things are vital to our well being,  our measure of comfort, and our sense of belonging.   When we are at home, we can find our way in the dark, because we know where everything is. We do not fear the unknown, because our surroundings are known, familiar.   It is funny, when we are home, we can immediately sense when something is out of place, or that something is not right.  Home is where, you can be you, and no one expects anything else.   You can kick your shoes off, shake your hair loose, sit cross legged, and lay on the couch.

Home is a safe place, there should be no fear or anxiety. Going home should bring peace and joy, not dread or nervousness. When Dorothy spoke those infamous words “there’s no place like home,”  she held a profound truth.  She discovered this great wisdom, because she experienced a place that was not her home.  Sure Oz was beautiful, adventuresome, she met some unique and unusual people... but she still longed for home.   Kansas was where she belonged, it was her purposed landscape, her personalized setting,  the yellow brick road led her to her destination... a placed called home.

I do not know your defined meaning of home.   Or where you call home.  But I hope your home is peaceful, a place you can lay your head down and rest. I hope your home is full of joy and laughter, friends and family.  I hope your whole heart is in your home, not wandering to and fro searching.  But if you find yourself lost and in an unknown place, I hope you find the road that leads you where you belong.  I hope your home is full of charming, priceless treasures, making it “home sweet home.”  I hope your home is full of stories -  mystery, romance, action and adventure.  But,  most of all, I hope your homegrown stories are historical, full of timeless, ageless deeds and exploits. I hope you are dwelling in a place called home.

Until next time,
Cheryl

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Reflections

The end of the year is rapidly approaching... I woke up this morning and immediately began remembering or reflecting on this last year.  I spent some time comparing 2014 to previous years; I even plunged into my distant past. (Scary notion – but it turned out alright).  It is an interesting process, pondering events, times, places and people that have passed through and left a mark on your life.

Reflection is not the snapshot of a “selfie” in your bathroom mirror, by the way.  When we reflect, we peer into, look deeply and see an image mirrored back. Time is warped! You might find yourself lingering in the memory or doing an about face, quick exit!  Sometimes the images are blurry and unclear. While other memories reproduce a crystal clear reflection.  Our emotions are shaken and may be stirred a little.  Spontaneous laughter, unexpected tears, hands-on-cheeks, “oh my gosh” astonishment and possibly the “wow, I’d forgotten all about that” are reflected back to us.  With our senses resurrected - we smell the aroma of the past. We taste the essence of the memory.  We spend time meditating on the touch of a breeze, the chill of a winter’s morn, or the caress of a loved one. If we still ourselves, we will hear the echoes. Sounds rebound, reverberating every pitch and tone –laughter, melodic voices, gleeful cries, encouraging words and the exciting animation of past events. Caught up in thought, your taste buds erupt, recalling the taste of that perfect meal or the salt of the ocean spray. In deep contemplation, smells are enhanced and beckon you - Granma’s fresh baked cinnamon rolls, the pine and spices of Christmas, the mustiness of an aged treasure or the scent of a Spring garden!  Warm, safe and serene, we can nestle up under the covers, and sigh like a child with their favorite cozy blanket, comforted by sweet memories.

Yes, I know.  Not all memories are sweet.  We all have our vexing remembrances. Regarding these recollections, use reflection to “work stuff out.”  I encourage you not to magnify their mirrored images.  Don’t dwell on imperfections; don’t examine every mistake as a flaw, or disappointment as a disfigurement.  Plug your nose, cover your eyes and ears, spit out the distasteful and shake off every disturbing reflection like a creepy crawly insect!  Disregard, move beyond, let go, cast down,  do “whatever” is required to relinquish the power of harmful memories. Instead, think on those things that are lovely, good, honorable, pure, and kind, reflect on images that bring lasting peace.


After reflecting, many individuals seek change or desire growth.  Every New Year people around the world promise themselves to break habits or begin new ones - “it’s time to quit” or “it’s time to start!”  Goals!  Plans! Self-Improvement! Corporations forecast production targets to boost morale and release creativity. Businesses, large and small, project and plan for increase and expansion. New slogans! Fresh advertisements! Grand Openings! And unfortunately – Going Out of Business Sales! Reorganization and downsizing!

If I were to ask you, “what lies ahead?” What is just beyond your fingertip reach? What are your resolutions? What do you want to change, do, or accomplish?”  What would you say?  Would you instantly have an answer?  Or would you need time to reflect?
At the end of my morning reflections ... I pondered this question:  What really should be studied, considered or reflected upon?  I concluded this:  At this very moment, a year from now, what reflection do you want to see? Selah...
One of my favorite artists is Claude Monet.  He would spend hours waiting for the perfect light to cast shadows and vibrant reflections. I cannot agree more with his words. “It’s on the strength of observation and reflection that one finds a way.  So we must dig and delve unceasingly.”   I encourage you to wait and search for the perfect Light to illuminate your path in 2015.

Happy New Year!

Cheryl
Monet's Water Lilies...





Thursday, July 31, 2014

Dealing with Disappointment

Cape Disappointment, WA 

Are you a Sinker, Swimmer, Duck or a Sailor?


Life is full of disappointments.  Some are harder to overcome than others.  There are people who never seem to get past being let down.  In contrast, there are those who have no problem letting go and moving on, completely unfazed by disappointment.  Of course, there are those who are situated between the two extremes.    

I call those individuals who can’t get over hardships,  “sinkers.” These folks let the woes of life weigh them down, causing them to sink, dragging them to the bottom, where they live life among the pond scum of despair. Yuck, no thank you.

Those in the middle are the “swimmers”; they tread the waters and become one with the waves of life. Although exhausted and often short-sighted, they are determined to fight the currents and rip tides of their situation at all costs. 

Next are the “ducks”, those that seem to peacefully glide upon the pools of disappointment, allowing the waters to flow off their backs.  Meanwhile, their submerged duck feet are frantically paddling, hidden from the view of others.



Lastly, are the “sailors,” those who sail the seas of disillusionment, by catching the wind in their sails, and tacking tenaciously through it.  Reveling in the breeze and the ocean spray, they breathe in deeply, daring the ocean of adversity to challenge their assured, “never gonna sink me” buoyancy.

I think I reside somewhere in the middle. I do my best to swim, but mostly I am a duck!  I have had my share of life’s disappointments, times of trial, betrayals, and unmet expectations. Like you, I have been sadden and disheartened in life. Ill-spoken and berating words have burdened my mind polluting my outlook. Countless times, I have been drenched with “when it rains it pours” mishaps and I’ve had my feathers ruffled by numerous “seriously, I can’t believe you did that” callous acts.  But, I keep moving my duck feet, skimming through the ripples of life, allowing for the waters of disappointment to bead and eventually roll off my back. 

Recently, I acknowledged to myself and my husband, that I have never really been much of a dreamer. (Maybe, it was one of those unique times to “confess your faults one to another.”  I am not sure; I’ll let you decide.) Anyway, even as a child, I did not set my hope toward any fulfillment of dreams. I cannot recall ever wishing for a certain gift for my birthday or Christmas, nor a trip to somewhere special like Disneyland.  I think I have journeyed through my life in a semi-content manner, taking the good with the bad.

Now, with my life past its midway point, I ponder this perspective.  I have spent my life encouraging others to dream, to be the best they can be, to stretch toward purpose and lean into their God-given destiny.  Yet, I remain a duck on the pond of life.  To be honest, I enjoy being a duck, especially the years of having and raising ducklings. My duck feet paddle with exuberance at the sight of my children taking flight and soaring, migrating the hopes and aspirations of their lives. I have been known to squawk as well, don’t mess with my ducklings, for if you do, you will hear a mouth full of complaint! At times, I have chased and nipped at the heels of unwanted predators.

However, in this season of life, I think I would like to be a sailor.  Even as I type, this thought causes me to smile and inwardly chuckle.  Is it really possible to change my outlook after all of these years?  The old adage, “People change, but not much” is whispering in my ear. Furthermore, I use to have a major issue with boats!  True, several years ago, I faced that fear by going to Catalina Island,  but still.  I guess we will have to wait and see.  Oh no, I didn’t! Oh yes, I did.  I said, “Wait and see.”  

Wait, hope and expect .... oh my!


“Wait and hope for and expect the Lord; be brave and of good courage and let your heart be stout and enduring. Yes, wait for and hope for and expect the Lord” (Psalm 27:14- Amplified). 

Wait, hope and expect, must be important because they were mentioned twice in one verse!   

By nature, I do not wait well.  However, I have worked diligently at improving my patience level.  (I can thank my children for helping me with this endeavor.)  Hope... I love hope; I choose to be a prisoner of hope (Zechariah 9:12).  Nothing breaks my heart more, than the words “I have given up, there is no hope.” Please, please never surrender your hope!  Expect... okay, now we are getting to the nitty-gritty. Expect means to look forward to and anticipate the occurrence of something.  Sounds a whole lot like dreaming to me. I guess in reality, I hope to be able to dream at some point of my life.

Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream Speech” still resounds today.   He had a dream, and he looked forward to the day when his dream would be realized. To our dismay, his life was taken prior to the fulfillment of his dream. But, you and I have the opportunity to live out Dr. King’s dream.  Joseph had a dream. Yet, he endured the pit and prison before he enjoyed his appointment to palace. Moses led a stiff-necked generation of people through the desert for forty years, enduring a sea of endless complaints. Moses never entered the Promised Land, but he entered the presence of God many times.  Dr. King, Joseph, Moses, the Apostle Paul, Abraham Lincoln, Mother Theresa, Thomas Edison, the list goes on and on.  These unique and honorable individuals faced disappointments like sailors.  They got hit, tossed and turned by gale forces several times, but each time they got back up. They suffered harsh conditions, yet, maneuvered their course, standing courageously against adversity. They never lost their resolve.
 
We admire these noble men.  Our mindsets should be challenged to move past admiration and into action.  We need to gather around “sailors,” men and women who defy disappointment.  We need to have them rub off on us.  We must gather the courage to get on board and set sail on the voyage of discovery, hoping and expecting that we will reach the other side, achieving our dream. Being surrounded by military personnel, I can hear my Navy friends, shouting “Go Navy!” Ha-ha  Regardless of what branch of military or walk of life we are in, it is our responsibility to “be present and accounted for” our preordained appointments.

“For we are God's [own] handiwork (His workmanship), recreated in Christ Jesus, [born anew] that we may do those good works which God predestined (planned beforehand) for us [taking paths which He prepared ahead of time], that we should walk in them [living the good life which He prearranged and made ready for us to live]” (Ephesians 2: 10 – The Amplified).

According to Ecclesiastes 3: 17, there is an appointed time for every matter and purpose and for every work. Simply put, an appointment is a prearranged, agreed upon, designated place in time to be. Disappointment occurs when we don’t show up, or we are late! Disappointment is a failure to keep an appointment. If I may go one step further, disappointment occurs when we are not on point. When we are on point, we have understanding of where we are to be at any given time (our appointment). When we are on point, we are “ready to perform and get down to business” (Urban Dictionary).  If we are not on point we are living haphazardly, without purpose, becoming open targets for failure and discontentment.  When the time came for Joseph’s appointment to the palace, he was ready, willing to get down to performing Pharaoh’s business.  Dr. King and Moses, both leaders of perverse generations, kept their appointments with their destiny as well.  They were in the right place, at the right time, they were on point, making a way for others to follow.

“What can we gain by sailing to the moon if we are not able to cross the abyss that separates us from ourselves? This is the most important of all voyages of discovery, and without it, all the rest are not only useless, but disastrous.”  - Thomas Merton

So today, I ask you:  Are you disappointed?  If so, Don’t Sink! You have only been knocked down.  Don’t let the waves keep you floundering, reach out and grab hold of the Life Savior.  “The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit” (Psalm 34:18). In our weakness, He is strong. The Lord is our protector, our strong tower; in Him we find refuge.  Are you at your designated place?  If not, get on board, be on time and show up! I have spent most of my life, managing and controlling, which of course does not leave much time for dreaming. But, now I believe it is time for a change.  How about you? Our visions, our dreams are for an appointed time and they hasten to be fulfilled. Our purpose, our God-given dreams will not deceive or disappoint us. Though some may tarry, it is imperative that we wait for them. We can’t give up because they will surely come; they will not be late on their appointed day (Habakkuk 2: 3). Lastly remember, this is our time, we were born for such a time as this (Esther 4:14).
   
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” - Mark Twain

"Let us go over to the other side ... So they got into a boat and set out” (Luke 8:22 NIV).  

Join me as we set our sails into the great beyond.... beyond grief, beyond despair, beyond failure, beyond betrayal, beyond doubt, beyond fear, beyond guilt, beyond frustrated expectations. Set your bearing, pick your point on the horizon, and set sail. I’ll be waiting for you, see you on the other side.  


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Friday, April 18, 2014

The Last Hours...

“He loved them to the last and to the highest degree” – John 13: 1


Jesus was about to face the biggest challenge of His humanity, what did He do?  What did He say? What was His last request? What was on His heart in The Last Hours...

Jesus gathered His closet friends, He spoke from his heart, He made promises and He asked them to remember Him.  Afterwards, they walked together to His favorite getaway place, the garden on the Mt. of Olives.  

With his friends around him, Jesus asked them to watch and pray.  He did not ask them for their advice or opinions; He did not ask them to join Him in a prayer circle, to prophesy, pray in agreement or to lay hands on Him...He asked them to pray, so that THEY would not fall into temptation.   He asked, more like begged them to become one with Father, for their benefit, not His.  Furthermore, He did not need their swords, even though He requested they bring them, He did not need them to intervene or provide protection! 

With the cross before Him, He was concerned about their well being. Jesus knew unless they trusted in and were one with the Father, they would not be able to get through the next few  hours and days.  He knew they needed to rely on the Father to get them through, scattering and running away, denying Him, their bereavement, their doubt and their confusion of what lay ahead.   

Jesus asked them to pray so that they could find their way back.  He asked them to pray so that they could believe again.  He asked them to pray so their sorrow could be exchanged for garments of praise, their grief into joyous strength.  He asked them to pray so faith would defeat fear and blessed assurance would conquer confusion. He asked them to pray so hope could be released into their tomorrow. He asked them to pray so His promises would be fulfilled.

Today, Jesus still asks us to watch and pray.  Not for His benefit, but for ours.  He asks us to pray, so that we may become one with the Father, as He and His Father are one.   He asks us to watch and pray so that we can be filled with His strength, with His joy.  He asks us to pray that we might overcome the world.  He asks us to pray so that we can hear the voice of the Father.  He asks us to pray so that our spirit would be filled and heart and soul comforted.  He asks us to pray that we might be forgiven.  He asks us to pray that His kingdom would come and His will be done.  He asks us to pray...because He loves us.

Happy Easter....

Friday, April 11, 2014

Old, Worn and Outcast



When I saw the photo of this piano, the image held me captive. My heart ached; I was saddened by her broken and forsaken appearance.

Long ago, a tree was selected; its wood carefully cut and then ornately designed to house her masterfully woven strings. At one time, she was precisely tuned to produce perfect pitch and harmony. The ebony and ivory keys were once flawless. Polished and full of luster, they lured the pianist, “caress me with your dancing fingers.” Now feeble, old and worn, she is an outcast.

How many tunes has she played? Endless melodies sung; ballads, jazz, hymns, folk or rock songs. Was this piano a dear companion to a composer? Perhaps, she served a virtuoso, a student of classical music? Maybe she was played in the theater, a church or possibly a pub? Cast off and abandoned, was she ever cherished, considered priceless, a family treasured heirloom?

Wondering, I kept looking at the photo; focusing on the unseen. Grayed and weathered, with her frame splintered, her keys warped, and her strings brittle and broken, she stands resolute. As I continued to look, my sadness surrendered to her mystery. Untold buried stories. I longed-for her forgotten music. Closing my eyes, I listened for her unsung song. “I made music, beautiful music. Once upon a time, lively audiences gathered around me, dancing, singing, and celebrating. An instrument of hope and purpose, my listeners felt free and alive!” Today, her youthful beauty has faded. Discarded, hollow and muted; only creeping crowds of entangling vines surround her.

This old wooden instrument returned home; a solemn carved-out tree in the midst of nature. At night, solitary and alone, does she secretly play melancholy tunes of days gone by? Or, do the nightingales and evening primrose beckon her to play choruses of triumphant joyful sound? Oh - to sit silently on a starry night and listen to her hushed lullabies. I imagine moon beams awakening her dormant keys, and nocturnal vines and spider webs, mending her broken strings. Bending my ear, I hear nature's clandestine choir. Upon her aged frame, creatures of the night; crickets, frogs, and owls conduct their evening symphony. All the while, fireflies dance like fairies, performing a glowing ballet. In her twilight years, nestled in the garden of life, encore performances forever play. In her solitude, she tenderly serenades...
“And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs
And as silently steal away.”* 

Now, as I gaze at this piano, I am caught up in wonder of what once was, and enveloped in the hope of what could be. No matter how lost, old, worn, forgotten or abandoned you feel. Don’t lose heart! Hope!

“Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day.” What lies ahead of us is a glory beyond all comparison. I encourage you to “look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen.”
(2 Corinthians 4:16-18)

Look beyond, look closer and see what could be – the unseen!


* Henry Wadsworth Longfellow