Finding God in the Ruins – A New Journey Begins

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I saw this video and wept. Maybe because the song is so beautiful.

Maybe because the sentiment is so honest and timely for me to hear since my own recent diagnosis of cancer.

Breast cancer.

It’s hard for me to type those words much less admit that this is really happening to me.

But it is.

And so begins a new journey for me, one I hope I will be able to walk through with grace so that God is glorified in the process.

At the moment, all I see is a body broken, the life I once knew crumbling around me. But I know there’s more to the story, that God has a plan to redeem this pain; and I pray a better me will emerge after finding Him in the ruins.

Labor Day Inspiration

I never thought much about Labor Day. I enjoyed the day off work, of course. Who doesn’t like extra time to relax and enjoy a long weekend with family and friends?

But lately I’ve been wondering what it must have been like for the people who put Labor Day on the calendar.

Labor Day New York 1882

Labor Day New York 1882

Those people who were the backbone of the Industrial Revolution, who worked 12 hour days, every.single.day.

Who hammered away the minutes with steely determination so that they could own a small part of the American dream.

They were just trying to put food on the table. Just trying to survive.

I’ll be thinking about them this weekend.

All those men, women and children who laid foundations and raised cities and literally built this country with their blood, sweat and tears.

And I’ll be asking God to give that same steely determination to His people as we face the struggles of rebuilding what’s been lost. Repairing the foundation of faith that will make this country strong again. Restoring hope.

That’s my American dream. Yours too? I hope this video will inspire to keep pressing toward that goal knowing that your labor is not in vain.

Meanwhile, enjoy some rest this weekend. I hope you get to relax and Have a Happy Labor Day!

 

When You Don’t Know How to Get Home

You’ve probably heard the term, Directionally Challenged. That’s me. But I know I’m not alone. I’ve met other people who are just like me. And it can be frustrating.

FindingTheInspiring.com

FindingTheInspiring.com

I recall an incident a while back when I ventured out to another part of the city for lunch with a friend. Getting there was okay, but coming back home was a nightmare. Major construction made it difficult to navigate and I found myself driving aimlessly through congested intersections and shady side-streets.

Without a GPS and my printed out google maps now worthless, I realized I had no idea how to get home. The anxiety was too much to bear so I did what any directionally challenged woman would do. I called my husband.

I didn’t want to seem desperate, but let’s face it. I WAS DESPERATE!

Making that call was a little humiliating but it was the smartest thing I could have done. And I wished I had called him sooner. Because he knows those roads better than I do and he was able to calmly direct me to more familiar surroundings.

And so, thankfully, I can report that my ordeal had a happy ending. 

That experience reminds me of the way God lovingly and patiently guides us on our journey home. Sometimes, I get off course and lose my way. But when I humble myself and ask for direction, He is always available. More reliable than GPS or google maps.

And the thing is, when you realize you’re lost, it’s a comforting thing to know the One who knows the way home.

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

 

 

 

 

 

April Showers…

 

…bring May flowers!

Full of His Glory

Doesn’t your heart just burst with praise when you see a garden bursting with flowers!

Mine too.

It’s just another glimpse of the glory of God. Another reminder that the One who made heaven and earth and you and me and the whole, wide world is with us.

Still splashing color onto what might otherwise be a dull and not-so-lovely landscape.

Still spilling grace into the once barren fields that covered our lives before the veil was lifted and our eyes began to see the clear truth.

And the clear truth is sometimes hard to see until after a good rain. After the dust of deception has been washed clean.

It comes in a moment of surrender. Like a vision.

And we hear in our hearts what the prophet Isaiah heard the angels calling out to one another.

“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty. The whole earth is full of His glory.” (Isaiah 6:3)

 

Praising Him for The Color Green

The grasslands of the wilderness overflow;
the hills are clothed with gladness.
The meadows are covered with flocks
and the valleys are mantled with grain;
they shout for joy and sing.
Psalm 65:12-13

Sometimes worship comes easy. But sometimes our hearts need to be reminded of the majesty of God who is, at all times, worthy of our praise.

This video does just that. Reminds us to lift our voices in worship, to join in the anthem of the ages because we know that if we remain silent, the rocks will cry out (Luke 19:40).

No matter where you are or what your circumstances, I hope you will allow one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite artists, the late Rich Mullins, to encourage you to praise the One who is able to keep you from falling (Jude 1:24), the One who satisfies your desires with good things (Psalm 103:5).

Enjoy The Color Green!

All Your works shall praise You, O LORD, and Your saints shall bless You. Psalm 145:10