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Stuck in a Rut

We started down the driveway and hit the clay road. The first few curves were a little slick, but nothing out of my control. We rounded the corner at the end of the clay pit and my car wiggled and wobbled. I slowed down just a shade, but kept a steady pace. I knew I needed to climb the next big hill around the last bend, so I couldn’t stop now.

I was doing great until my front left tire got into the soft clay on the edge of the road. My whole car began slowly sliding toward the left bank. As we slid sideways, I kept the pressure on the gas. Mud was flying, smoke was stirring, but the car wasn’t moving. I tried backing up a little at a time, but the more I backed, the closer to the bank my car got. Back and forth I rocked; only moving a few feet at a time.

Inches away from the bank, my back tire finally caught hold of a firm piece of ground and I was able to began a slow backwards descent to the bottom of the hill. If you have never seen my spectacular backing skills in action, just imagine the tracks that a drunk driver would leave on a dirt road. Now, envision the new ruts I created as I slowly backed down the hill. That road looked like a gang of kids on four-wheelers had just done doughnuts and sped away!

When we got to the bottom I told my son that it would probably be wise to turn around and go through our neighbor’s field because there was no way I was going to be able to make it up that hill. He looked at me and said, “One more time, Mama. Just go fast!” Well, what else was going to happen? Get stuck?

So, I backed up my poor, pitiful, 2-wheel drive buggy onto a solid section of dirt road, popped a piece of gum in my mouth, and mashed on it! Through the wiggly ruts, up the base of the hill, through the soft clay; twisting, turning, sliding we finally made it to the top of the hill. Celebratory cheers rang out as we threw our hands up in victory.

“See, Mama. You trusted me and we made it up the hill,” my son said excitedly. “Just trust me, Mama.”

Image result for stuck in a rutThis stuck in a rut moment wasn’t an isolated incident; it was the cherry on top of a weekend filled with God tenderly stirring my heart. At our women’s retreat, I kept sensing these same, simple, hopeful words that were just spoken to me by my son, “Trust me. Just trust me up this hill.” Just like my son wanted me to trust him, God, too, was beckoning for my trust.

I’ve been stuck in a rut, lately. For those if you who keep up with this blog, my posts have been scarce. I have allowed fears, doubts, and opinions to keep me away from what I love to do and as a result, I have questioned my abilities and assignment in this life.

I’m grateful God used so many people and situations this weekend to remind me that just because I was stuck in a rut doesn’t mean that I have to say there. All I need to do is back up, hit the gas, and get on up that slippery, wiggly hill.Image result for fan into flame verse

Don’t let the world derail you from what you know God has called you to do. Don’t neglect your gift. We are not only hurting ourselves, but we are withholding blessings that could be shared with others.

 

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Remember. Be Present.

I pulled up to the mailbox yesterday and opened the door. For a split second I imagined a small box from West Virginia with homemade deer jerky and a handwritten note from my Uncle Arnold. It was always around this time of year that a box would mysteriously appear in the mail. It was such a simple gesture, but so special.

As I pulled the stack of bills out of the mailbox, instead, tears fell down my cheeks. While we are spending our first Christmas here on earth without Uncle Arnold, he is spending his first one in heaven. I know he has the better view, but he left quite a hole here on earth.

Some of my fondest summer memories as a teenager involved my uncle. My grandparents took us with them to a campground in West Virginia for several weeks during the summers and we always ended up hanging out with Uncle Arnold and Aunt Phyllis. We spent countless hours playing basketball, goofing off in the woods, and relaxing in hammocks by the creek. To this day, when I get stressed, I can close my eyes and hear the serene babbling of that creek and feel the peaceful motion of those hammocks. I’m pretty sure heaven will be a lot like that special place.

Christmas time is such a complicated season. It’s the time we celebrate Jesus and all he did for us by becoming a sinless human on this earth.  But it is also a time for family; and in some cases, family evokes a lot of different and hard emotions.

As we celebrate this season, tears of sadness may come and we may feel the urge to retreat from life. We may find ourselves getting lost in the overwhelming emotions of missing those who are already gone or even pre-mourning those who are aging or absent in our lives. But we need to remember that the most important gift we can give to those we love is the power of presence. We need to be present; physically and emotionally.

It’s okay to remember our special loved ones. As a matter of fact, I have typed most of this through blurry tears as I remember my special Uncle. But as we remember, let’s make sure we let others into our world and that we are present with the ones we can still hug and hold. We have old memories that can be cherished, but we also have new memories that need to be made. Let’s make room for them all.

“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: … a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance…” Ecc. 3:1, 4

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Yaya, Close Eyes!

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We were privileged to have my parents join us at 11:00 service at church today. Daniel, my silly and busy two year old, was standing in the chair between my parents holding their hands during the singing. He was dancing and smiling, just having the time of his life. Then the pastor began to pray; Daniel got quiet and still. As the pastor paused towards the end of his prayer, the back half of the church heard, “YAYA! CLOSE EYES!” David and I couldn’t stop the laughter; and the look on my mom’s face was priceless. She had opened her eyes to check on Daniel during the prayer and he called her out in front of everyone! It was so hilarious

As usual, this made me think a little deeper. Daniel is watching us and he is learning the right and wrong way to do things. He may not understand what prayer is, but he understands that it is a time where he needs to be still, quiet and keep his eyes closed. He has seen us do it enough that he is now learning to recognize prayer other places and not just at meals.

Moral of the story: Our children are watching. What are we teaching them? Will they see enough faith to recognize unbelief? Will they hear enough truth to recognize the lies? Will they see enough hope that they grow a heart for the lost? Let’s lead them well and point them to Jesus in all that we do.

“No one lights a lamp and puts it in a place where it will be hidden, or under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, so that those who come in may see the light.”                   Luke 11:33 NIV

 

 

Never Stop

I wrote about my husband’s paddle wheel boat he created in Redeemed Hulls. As a follow up, we went on vacation this week and got to try it out for the first time. David has poured countless hours into creating this boat over the last year and we were both ready to see how it was going to work. We chose a small creek that empties into the gulf near Keaton Beach as the launching place of the David’s creation. It was around low tide so the level of the creek was down a little bit, but we didn’t need a whole lot of water to run the boat in anyway. About 15 minutes into our excursion, we hit a sand bar that was barely covered with water. The weld on the paddle wheel broke, the bearing broke, and the boat stopped moving. David was shattered. All that time and effort now seemed for naught. He got out of the boat and checked the paddle. After declaring it “unfixable” we turned on the trolling motor and continued our fishing trip. Within just a few minutes David was already scheming on how to use the same hull to create something new. He is determined not to let one little mess up keep him from having a boat that works and is dependable.

As Christians, the same thing can happen with us. We pour several months or years into learning how to follow Christ. We battle temptations, sins, addictions, and old habits. We learn the discipline of prayer and quiet times with the Lord. We begin taking care of our physical bodies so that was can serve Him better. We daily sacrifice and practice obedience. Hours upon hours we invest in doing everything we can to honor God with our lives. We get rid of the old and trust God to make us new. But then, what happens when we mess up? What happens if we give into a sin or temptation? What happens when we get hurt, become bitter, or harbor unforgiveness? All that hard work and time that we have invested seems for naught…

But it wasn’t wasted! The difference now is that we have learned to place our trust and hope in Christ, not ourselves. We now desire to be holy, pure, and clean. When we “mess up” we take it to Jesus, hit our knees, confess it, ask for his forgiveness, and continue on in our walk with Christ. He loves us just as we are, especially when we are struggling or hurting. When I was younger and this happened, I just gave up. If I “messed up” I figured I had gone too far for Christ to reach me. I totally missed the concept of God’s amazing grace.

I heard a preacher explain it this way. He said that if you miss a meal, you don’t just give up on eating for the rest of your life. No! You start back at the very next mealtime. The same is true with your walk with Christ. There are going to be times when we give in to temptation. There are going to be times when we get deeply hurt. There will be times when it just doesn’t seem like we are making any headway by living for Christ and it seems like we are running into walls on every side. But we can’t just stop! God is bigger than our sin, that’s why he sent Jesus to die in our place! Don’t believe the lie that it was all a waste of time. Don’t believe the lie that you are better off not trying. Never stop seeking him. The road may seem tough for a while, but a life spent with Christ is always worth it.