During our short lives, God orchestrates many cameo appearances of people who walk in and out of our lives.  Often our interactions are brief, and we can’t connect with everyone, but we can make a difference in the lives of a few.

Each interaction allows for laughter, hope, care, love and a listening ear.

It’s funny how ideas and promptings come to us, and it is not uncommon to be reluctant to implement them.  My heart and mind have been drawn to “practical little ways” to interact with someone – let them know that I was thinking of them.  It is these ideas that become the “shoe leather” of our walk.

Like me, have you wondered if someone is thinking of you during their day?  This is a big world and people are busy with their own lives and responsibilities.  However, it’s critical to occasionally let others know that they are important to us.

So, how will they know we’re thinking of them and their welfare if we never phone them?

If we’re alert and perceptive, we can see a blessing being displayed and distributed person to person.  On occasion I have put God’s blessings into framed categories to better identify where to look for them. 

There’s an art and challenge in developing that practice because God’s ways are not our ways.  He shows up in the most surprising ways and incredible places.

His touches of love, kindness, thoughtfulness, care, comfort and provision, explode in the most “practical of settings” which most of us miss if we aren’t looking for them.

How often do we often attribute a sunrise, sunset, rainfall or gently falling snow to just the weather!  Or perhaps a hummingbird, butterfly or a bee circling and cuddling a flower and call it nature.

Those familiar with the Bible and many of the historical events mentioned therein, we can recall specific events like the parting of the Red Sea which were HUGE.  However God still intervenes and touches lives in what may appear tiny but are actually huge!

In our everyday practical living, we can easily miss many opportunities to either “see” or “be” a blessing simply because we don’t pause and consider that God is at work.

I think God wants to lead us into adventures of blessing others, but we often don’t recognize it at first glance.  I’m glad He’s into repeating things, aren’t you, because I seldom catch on the first time.

I observed many lovely qualities in my Mother.  She has gone “home to heaven;” but her passion for outreach is etched in my memory.  Though she felt her life was quite ordinary, and appeared so – on the surface. 

Soon after marriage, we moved away – far away – to a different country – Canada.  The very cold winters in Calgary were ideal for homesickness to set in.  But every week God warmed my heart through my “mailbox!”  My Mother wrote me a letter once a week  for 30 years – to let me know she was thinking of me.

You may think I’m foolish, but I have kept all those letters as a visual reminder of God’s tenderness to my heart and life.

When was the last time you wrote someone to let them know they were “special to you?”

Mom’s letters were a powerful example of how God uses us in simplicity to touch the lives of others.  Yes, I enjoy email, and the internet can be very helpful, but I still yearn for a personal touch – a hand-written note saying, “I’m thinking of you.”

When considering simplicity, I’m grateful how God used Alexander Graham Bell to bless others.  If you’ve never read about Bell’s life, you would be amazed at how the telephone was invented.

My Dad loved to grocery shop.  He knew nearly all of the prices of the items in their local supermarket and their specific shelf location.  His friend, Stanley, would pick up my Dad almost every morning and they would drive to the large grocery store nearby.

This daily routine provided exercise for their legs, heart and billfolds.  They knew all the names of the cashiers as well.  They turned their excursions into family gatherings.

Stanley’s wife had died many years earlier, and he felt quite alone.  The “grocery runs” with my father became a weekly social pattern.  What impressed me was that my Mother would phone Stanley “every morning.”

It wasn’t to arrange for a pickup of my Dad, but just to say “hello,” and see how he was doing each morning, or perhaps inquire as to what he had for dinner the prior evening.  My Mother would phone Stanley every morning, and she had so faithfully for over 25 years – even after my Dad died.

In 2006 due to health challenges, my Mother came to live with us in Washington State.  We had pre-arranged for an Ohio phone number to be incorporated into our phone line so she could conveniently call her friends in Ohio – including this “friend of my Dad’s” every morning for almost three years.

During this time, it was my delight to care for my Mother in my home, and I continued to see her exercise this “touching outreach” to my Dad’s friend who was alone. 

While caring for my Mother, my energy and focus was limited to my home and all its responsibilities.  There were many times I felt a bit lonely, but God used my Mother’s pattern for reaching out and touching others to spur me on to a new outreach. 

Her legacy was about to begin a new journey for me.  The morning that my Mom went “home to be with Jesus” was the first morning that I began to phone Stanley myself.  My calls to this dear man went on for another four years.

The morning before he died, I was able to pray with him on the phone.  The telephone had become a “touching tool of outreach.”

In those times of being alone, God helped me see that I could be a source of love and joy to another, simply by phoning people every day just to say hello and check in on them.  My calls seldom go beyond 5 minutes.

God introduced many others to me whom I felt that He wanted me to begin regularly contacting by phone.  Some were caregivers, widows or widowers, or –singles facing medical or physical challenges, or simply someone who was alone.

These calls have brought me joy as I entered their lives through the telephone.

Many of friends, with whom I would connect, have gone home to heaven, and I miss them terribly.  But every year God continues to give me one or two new people to phone daily – just to say hello and ask about their lives, and how to pray for them.

I’ve found it profoundly meaningful to “forget about myself,” and to invest just a few minutes each day enjoying people and letting them know that they are loved and thought about.  Yes, each one has been, and continues to be a “treasure.”

Do you know someone that has perhaps lost a loved one, and is alone a lot and needs a tender touch via your cell phone?  Let’s update our “contact lists” with those to whom God leads us to touch on a regular basis.

“For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” Matthew 6:21

One of my greatest joys was being a care-giver for my precious Mom.   After I married my husband and I moved to Canada.   It was never my privilege of living in close proximity to my parents.  We were always 2,000 plus miles away.  Due to my husband’s travel over the years, he accrued many air miles which came in handy when I would make trips back to Ohio to visit my parents.   I loved visiting and being of help to them.

Years later, I experienced a difficult and emotional season after my Dad suffered a severe stroke.  Eleven days later, he moved to heaven; and Mom began the journey of living on her own.   This was her wish at the time; but then two years later she began having serious health challenges.  It was at this time we invited her to come and live with us.  What a joy and privilege that was for us, and she was happy and relieved that she wouldn’t need to live alone.

God used my dear Mom as an example to me about loving others in “practical ways.”   Over the years I observed her daily routine of phoning her own mother just to check in on her.   There was a time when we lived overseas and those daily calls weren’t possible for her, but she wrote her mother once a week, without fail.    In fact for about 31 years, my Mother wrote me a letter once a week, without fail….just to say hello “in writing.”  

Let me insert here that I enjoy using email like most people; but to be very honest, I miss “real mail.”  You know, the envelopes that appear in your personal mail box with a “handwritten note” tucked inside.   Oh, let’s introduce that back into the marketplace and written on our personal agenda. 

My growing up years included many “moving adjustments.”   Dad was in the service and we moved every two years or so.  After my Dad’s retirement, our family settled in one place and they soon began to meet and enjoy longer-lasting neighbors.  My Mom always enjoyed baking and sharing her homemade goodies with a variety of her friends on her street.

She was a proficient in baker and instituted a routine of always sharing her baked good with the garbage collector (lovingly referred to as their personal Sanitation Engineer).   Each week, my folks would wait at their front window until his truck made his turn around to their corner.  This trusted man would bring in their garbage cans after they were emptied, and place them next to the garage.   His next turn would be to head to their front door to receive a small package of “baked goodies,” hand-prepared by my Mom.

My Mom’s baking skills kept expanding.  When my Father stopped driving his car, a neighbor friend who lived only a short distance away would come over almost every morning to transport Dad to their local grocery where the two of them would parade up and down the supermarket aisles.   They memorized most of the grocery prices as a result of their frequent travel trips throughout the stores.

This lovely neighbor became a wonderful friend over the years.  His wife had passed away, and he so felt lost for a long time, but he continued to rendezvous with my Dad and make the daily trips to the grocery, or post office, or wherever either of them needed to make an errand-journey.

I hadn’t noticed it at first, but whenever I would go to visit I observed that every morning my Mother would phone this man.   He lived just a 3 minute drive from my parents’ home, but my Mom would phone this man every single morning “just to say hello” and see how he was doing.    Whenever he’d come by in the car, my Dad would be sent out with a homemade treat for him and then off they would head for an excursion to a local supermarket.

This went on for over fifteen years.  You know in life, I think more is “caught…than taught.”   Her daily example of this “practical love” was incredible.    It all began by observing her call to this man.   Her conversations weren’t long, perhaps only 5 minutes or less.   But when I asked why she did that, she responded by saying, “I just wanted to check up on him because he was alone.”

God used “her pattern of loving” to help me catch a glimpse of God’s heart for others, especially those who are alone, or are going through a difficult time.   We’ve all been there, or we will walk that path one day.

Years later when she came to live with us, due to health issues, most all of my time in many ways was caring for her needs.   Due to my husband’s job, he was required to be away from home Monday through Thursdays, so in my care-giving role, I was alone.

Even though my Mom was now living in our home which was over 2,000 miles from her neighbor friend, she continued to phone him daily.    Again, her life was speaking volumes on how to look out from ‘your life’ into the ‘life of another.’

The Lord was about to introduce me to a “quiet ministry” to others.   I refer to it as “Care Calling!”   It’s not a well-known or advertised ministry, but I know from experience the emotional oxygen and encouragement that was infused within me when I would receive a caring call when I was alone in caring for my Mom.  

The Lord brought two lovely women into my life to help me with my needs.  Bless them both.  I am so grateful for their practical, and especially their emotional support.   These two women would either call or come over every week just for a visit.

Being alone so much, I came to realize the value of a phone call. 

When my dear Mom moved to heaven my “care calling clientele” emerged.  I took up the task and began to phone this neighbor friend of both of my parents whom she had phoned daily for years.   Once I started, I couldn’t stop.    He shared with me many times how he looked forward to those morning or evening calls.  

Often it is only if you’ve experienced what it means to give continued care to someone you love, that you can understand the emotional pain, separation, and underlying stress and concern in this loving journey of care.   You want to care for them because of your immense love for them.  In some cases a care-giver is seldom able to leave home, because of the responsibility, care and concern for their loved one.

My husband and I had been friends with a lovely man for over twenty years; but it was only when he began his care-giver role of his wife, did our daily call routine emerge.  Our hearts began to knit more closely together as we shared his daily journey through our phone calls.   Sometimes I would phone in the morning, or in the evening, and we’d talk about what we prepared for dinner or lunch and discuss the happenings of our day….the good, the bad and the hard things.

We both agreed that it was like a life-line of support for one another.   These daily calls went on for years.   But the day came when he became ill and he was placed in Hospice Care.   He was not a believer all those years, but I would gently share my faith.   I am convinced that it’s our “life of loving them” and “prayer” that opens the door to share our faith with others.   It’s much easier to talk about the gospel, than to “be the gospel.”    But when our lips and life are somewhat parallel, the Lord opens many doors of opportunity.

I’ll need to wait until the Lord calls me home to see the reality of all that went on in that last conversation.   To my knowledge, I was his only friend that knew Jesus Christ, and I introduced him to His new-found Savior.

There will always be “goodbye” days, and they are so hard.  This new goodbye would be especially difficult because he was the friend who was the care-giver for his wife.   He had cancer and was in the hospital and not doing well.  I phoned the hospital for my daily “hellos” to him. 

It was unknown at the time I phoned, but this last call would be on his last day on earth.   His daughter answered the phone and    I requested to speak to him.   He was unable to return any words to me, but I shared with Him that this was indeed a good time to surrender his life to Christ. 

I prayed for him on the phone and his daughter said he nodded his head in agreement.   I had shared gently, cautiously and lovingly about our need for a Savior for a good number of years, and He knew that my husband and I both loved him and was concerned for his soul.  

Just two weeks prior to his being hospitalized, my husband was able to share with him how the Lord, in answer to prayer, had spared his life….waiting for him to respond to God’s call on his life, and wanting to save him and bring him into His presence.

There’s a lovely verse in the Scriptures where it says that “Where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”  Matthew 6:21

When these two “telephone friendships” ended, my heart felt a tremendous void.   Our conversations seldom lasted more than five or ten minutes at the most; but the personal and emotional void was ever present.

I feel there have been so many times when the Lord was sharing His heart with me about others, but I missed it.    I usually came up with the idea that I had to do BIG THINGS for God.  But God isn’t looking for the big things; He yearns that we tune in to His heartbeat for people in the LITTLE THINGS….that can be HUGE in another person’s arena of life.

Soon God was about to introduce me to His next significant Care Client.   This was a precious woman who used to team up with me and some other lovely friends in hosting a weekly Bible Study.   My friend felt it was an honor to make tea and coffee every week for the ladies.  Her face and heart seemed to glow as she prepared the liquid refreshment every week for the ladies attending the study.

Some weeks earlier I had learned of the “home-going” of her husband of over fifty years.    The Lord planted within me the desire to begin phoning her every morning or evening.   You can just imagine the “rest of the story.”    We spoke every day for over a two year period.

Yes, again the pain of the loss of another daily friend began to emerge.    Each of these people were my TREASURES!  They still are.

I feel like a very rich person…..because God has continued to bring a good number of people along my path to interact with day-by-day, until He calls them home.

It’s not a popular ministry, but it’s a “quiet and powerful ministry” to purposely involve myself in their lives, their hurts, their prayer concerns, their joys and their very personal fears.

There was a wonderful book I read after my Mom ‘went Home’ to be with Jesus that gave voice to my emotions within.   I recommend it highly.   It’s called, “May I Walk You Home.”   The author is Melody Rossi.

We all need others to hold us, talk with us, love us, listen to us, pray with us…….people that God could use to walk others Home!

May I suggest that you talk with God and inquire from Him who He might want to place on your “care calling” heart.   Just a three minute call every day, or even just a couple times a week to phone and just “check in to say hello.”   You’ll never know until eternity how critical your calls will be.

Yes, you can phone me anytime!

Is your imagination getting the best of your curiosity?  This little vignette is from when we lived in a condo, and our unit was just steps from the trash bin room.  I wouldn’t admit to being a dumpster diva, but for the record, I did keep a vigilant eye on a regular routine looking for “treasures” that people would part with and deposit in that room.    I was shocked at the nice things people were throwing away.

Some of the things were like new, and from other stories you’ve read you’ll know by now that many of these precious finds went on to my street friends. I’m not going to fill you in on all the many items I transferred from the trash room in our condo, but there is one that is worth sharing.   You guessed it, the like “new” portable commode. 

When my husband came home from work that evening, I had conveniently left it parked in the foyer of our little condo.   My purpose in leaving it there was to sanitize it, and then explode with enthusiasm as my thoughts contemplated its future potential. My husband wasn’t as keen on its potential as I was, but it was so detailed in its design (and I won’t elaborate on that either), and it would be such a help to someone, sometime, somewhere. 

Our condo was so small, we had to take it downstairs to our 4’ x 6’ storage area.   My poor husband could not help but share his disgust all the way down the elevator and hallway, and then having to put this “thing” in our storage area for everyone to see.   Our storage area was so full, that we just had to toss it up on top of the other boxes and hope for the best. 

Months and months went by without a need.  Then, the day came.  We had a lovely neighbor many doors down the hall, who had fallen down a flight of stairs.   She was still in agony – having just returned to her condo after staying in the hospital for days.  Her husband was out of town, and she had a friend come to stay with her until he was able to return home from a business trip. We had heard about her fall and her condition and so I contacted her friend in the afternoon, and went over that evening to visit her with a casserole in hand.   

My neighbor shared her story and as she did, her needs began to unfold.    I looked around and thought about all she had shared with me.   There was one area of specific need … she could remain on only one floor.   How would she be able to get to a bathroom for “refreshment and the urgent” personal routine needs?   She told me that she needed her friend to be there all the time to be able to escort her up some steps to get to the bathroom.  It was a painful experience just trying to lift herself from step to step. 

Idea!  Idea!    The portable potty would be perfect for her needs for the coming months of healing.  YES, I said to myself.  I have the perfect solution.   I shared my thought and enthusiasm for a solution, and my neighbor sighed and cried with relief knowing I had such a portable helper.    It took me 15 minutes to locate the potty and bring it to her condo.   Being well designed it could adjust for any size, and height.  Isn’t that exciting?  I couldn’t wait until my husband came home from work to share the news. 

Yes, God can use anything to bless another’s’ life.   This “portable potty chair” opened up a number of discussions about Christ.  My neighbor just couldn’t be more pleased and relieved (good word here) that her needs were being met.    I also was able to share how I had been praying for her for months prior.   Tears of appreciation just rolled down her face.   She was a happy camper and God got the glory.      

As I write about this “encounter,” I’m almost coming out of my nylons.  God is giving me His passion of “living an intentional life,” looking for and loving those in my daily walk.  Trust me, on this story I didn’t even need to leave my home to experience it. 

My mentors on this unique outreach adventure were my parents.   My mother would bake each week.  At first we thought she was baking for my Dad, but there was another man in her life that was the benefactor of her baking agenda at the beginning of the week.

Each week my parents would be ready for their “garbage guy” as they affectionately called him.   My Dad’s assignment was to perch himself by the front living room window watching for when he heard the garbage truck approaching.    At this time he would yell for Mom, and she’d bring a brown bag to the front door and wait until the garbage man brought in their trash can.    After he’d bring in their can, he would make a bee-line for their front door where Mom would give him the package of homemade goodies.  It was cookies or banana bread or whatever she felt like baking that week. 

He would happily hop back into his truck, and off the “pick up the garbage guys” went to service all the neighbors in their neighborhood.    One week my Dad missed the arrival of the garbage truck.   My Mom wasn’t happy about that.   Never mind, they weren’t going to get upset about it, but they sure weren’t about to have any regrets either.

So, they jumped into their car and drove all over the neighborhood looking for the large green garbage truck.   They knew when they found the truck, they’d find their man!

They made the “customary delicious delivery” and returned home.   The following week, you guessed it, my Dad was very much more alert.

The bug bit me…..and I wanted to follow suit wherever we lived.  My approach was a little different as I didn’t have the time to “watch and wait” for my sanitation engineer’s arrival.   I would tie a plastic bag to our garbage can, and I informed our collector that when he saw a bag tied to the can, it was “his goodie bag.”   Believe me I could tell you stories of how that’s impacted others, well beyond the garbage guy.   But here’s my recent “outburst of joy” that God gave me…..while living in Canada.

In another story, I shared when I was a care-giver for my Mom and that our garbage guy wouldn’t allow me to bring in our can for years.    Since moving to another country, Canada, I wondered what would happen if I did the same thing in another culture.  I discovered that people just love to be loved on, irrespective of where they live, or what their cultural, religious, ethnic, or socio-economic background is.

I like to refer to my garbage man as my ‘personal sanitation engineer.”  We were new in the area and I watched for his arrival in the big yellow rubbish truck.   They have new trucks now, so the men just pull up to your trash can, and pull or press and lever, and a pair of steel arms protrude out, grab your can, dump the contents into the truck, and place it back at the curb.  Because of the new design of the truck, I needed to meet our garbage guy and explain what my plan of action would be for him each week.

The big day arrived, Friday.  I paced and peered out my front window waiting for his arrival.   Oh my goodness, who in their right mind WAITS for the arrival of the garbage man?  Well, I do, because I was wanting to see what GOD WOULD DO with this tiny outreach of the love of Christ.

When he pulled up I was “ready for him.”   He saw me parked by the can, and I waved and yelled out that I had something for him.    I began to explain my Friday agenda.  He had a look of surprise on his face, but after peering into the bag that this stranger gave him, a smile appeared from ear to ear.  

Can you guess what happened next?   Yep, he took in my can and hasn’t allowed me to take it in since.  I went out the following week to bring in the can, but he said that he was going to do that in the future and that I wasn’t to touch it.   He does this every week.   As I pray for our neighbors every Thursday, this young man has been a lovely addition to that list.

Remember the movie Chariots of Fire, when the runner said “When I run, I feel His pleasure.”   Well, this is what I feel every week when I attach a goodie bag to our garbage can.    I feel such joy that I feel as if I’m going to pop!

Before Christmas the first year, I phoned the company to find out his name.  Then just before Christmas, I wrote a long, complimentary letter to his boss about his excellent contagious attitude, and his pleasant disposition.   I informed them that this young man’s approach and attitude was such an asset to their company, and that he was worth his weight in gold.    I mailed the letter to this man’s supervisor and placed two copies of the letter in his goodie bag.

The following week, when I saw him (and no I don’t wait for him by the window each week) he hopped out of the truck and gave me a big hug.   Yes, I wonder what the neighbors think…but by now I think they’ve caught on to the goodie bag.    His pleasure at what I did leeched out of his skin and he let me know that the company gave him a “gift certificate” to a local coffee shop as a little reward for his good service.  One of these days I look forward to sharing Christ with this man, and giving him a copy of my story of why, and how, I became a Christian.   

When we love others in practical ways, we can say almost anything to them.   Why?   Because they know we appreciate them and love them with the love of the Lord in a visual and felt way.  Simple, practical actions speak “loudly” Christ’s love to lost souls.

Matthew 10:42 is one of my favorite verses because like a cup of cold water, God reminds me that He notices, uses and blesses every tiny little thing we do for others on His behalf.  

This endeavor may never make the news, but tiny little “expressions of grace and care” never miss the eye of our Lord.  Oh the joys of living out the love of God, and continually being a tangible expression of Jesus Christ’s love.

Most of the time we all live “ordinary, oatmeal lives.”  There are no events that would draw attention to a newspaper, it’s just everyday living. And in our everyday, we have “divine opportunities” sprinkled around us waiting to happen as we reach out with a smile, a hug, a goodie bag or just a look of approval to another.   People are waiting for our 1 Peter 2:17 approach….they are waiting to be noticed.

Let’s be “intentional” in looking out for our mailman, garbage collector, supermarket checkout clerk, or people we pass on a walk.    We all have “divine opportunities” rather regularly, don’t you see that?   We just need the lens of our focus, adjusted so that we see others as He does.

Friends are so critically important to our lives and in our lives.  They are like oxygen for living.   This particular Christmas season, I wanted to give a dear friend a very personal and unique gift.   This gift didn’t require wrapping paper, or an expensive bow.   But I hope my friend’s heart embraced the ambience of love and care in its presentation.

I think I remember telling her that I was inviting her to a Christmas Tea Party.   What I didn’t share with her was that she was my “only guest.”   Planning went into this party as though there would be many guests, but it was especially prepared for just one.

I don’t know about you, but in the hustle of the holidays, I can’t always recall every get-together or social outing.   But this upcoming party would be held in remembrance for all of my life.   It’s not the only one of this kind I’ve hosted, but it was my first.

The preparations began in my heart through the idea that God gave me.   This gal was soft-spoken and kind the moment I met her.   She introduced herself to me at church one Sunday morning when I was new, and I’m so grateful for her sensitivity to me when I was a newcomer in the area.   Her sweet disposition endeared me to her and she made me feel so welcome.

Over the years we have done many funny things together, at her home and in mine.   But this day was for her honor and pleasure.

The location of this party was held in our living room, by the fireplace.    We had placed a small tree in the corner of the room, and next to it were two wing-backed chairs with a table in between.    This setting was going to host my friend for the entire morning.

Preparations were created ahead of time for a simple “high tea” that I knew would bring satisfaction to my friend’s appetite and pleasure.

I had made some tea sandwiches, scones with jam, and Earl Gray tea.   All of these delights were placed on the coffee table in our living room awaiting her arrival.

All morning I was anticipating her presence and to surprise her as my ‘honored guest.’   When the doorbell rang, I couldn’t wait to open the door and see her smile and look of surprise at the tea party, awaiting her arrival.

As I recall, I don’t think I even gave her a “physical” Christmas gift.  I’ll need to ask her about that after writing this story.   She was escorted to the chair by myself and our little dog Heidi.   The tea pot was steaming hot as I presented it.  The aroma of the fragrance of “Earl Gray” filtered the air.

After positioning ourselves near the fireplace and giving thanks to the Lord for the food and our friendship, we began our “high tea” dining experience.   We ate, and ate, and ate for what seemed like hours.   The teapot was extremely active that morning with refill after refill of hot water and fresh tea.  

Throughout the morning we shared memories, laughter and many cups of tea together.  I wanted my friend to know that she was a “gift to my life.”  

She fondly remembers, that for a moment, toward the end of our time together, a tea sandwich disappeared, as though in mid-air.   Our little dog had been yearning to partaking of one of those tea sandwiches and she did!   This little thief wrapped up the party for sure, but we were filled with laughter and our stomachs extended with tea and sandwiches.

My friend and I still reflect on our Christmas tea party, just the two of us.   We were able to focus on God’s goodness to each of us, and the real “Reason for the Season…..Jesus Christ entering our world.”

I think the reason we both remember this time together is because it wasn’t filled with lots of people.    This gave me the opportunity to focus on just her.   Time, just with her, was “the gift.”

I’m planning on other tea parties like this one, and I hope you do too.

 Who is it that you would like to “gift” with a tea party in

“their honor?”

“The greatest crisis we ever face is the surrender of our will.”

Our world’s system is very “self-centered.”   It’s a “me-first, I deserve it” attitude that permeates many a heart.   We come into this world and oft times, especially as a child, we envision ourselves as the center of attention and center of our world.

As we become older, the thirst for “it’s all about me” can escalate if our nature hasn’t been changed by God through a Divine rebirth.   When God comes into a life by His Holy Spirit, He places His nature within us and the radical transformation, like a caterpillar turning into a beautiful butterfly, the process from a chrysalis process emerges.  

This change is brought about by the power and presence of God within our lives.   The Bible tells us that the Savior of the world was divinely placed within the Virgin Mary’s womb, an embryo of God Who was becoming a human being.   He came to show us Who God the Father is, and to show us how much God loves each of us.  His primary assignment from the Father was to redeem a lost world.   Someone had to pay the “death penalty” that each of us deserve because of our sins against a Holy God.    

Our sin nature came with us, right out of the womb.    His earthly birth was in Bethlehem.  The beautiful truth is that He wants His presence and life to live within each person.  We’re the desired “earthly Bethlehem of His life.”

I accepted Jesus Christ as my personal Savior many years ago and it was the best and most powerful decision I’ve ever made.   I had a peace and inner joy that I had never had, and an assurance of moving into His presence the moment my earthly life ends; for at that moment I will really begin to live…..and live forever with my Creator.

When this “adoption transaction” transpires between our heart’s decision and God’s drawing us into a relationship with Him, something magnificent takes place.    God places within us a brand new nature (His nature), with new thoughts, new attitudes, and new and better desires.   

We are the most surprised people when we learn that our lives are beginning to take on a new dimension.   It’s not automatic because we need to yield and participate in God’s renewing of our minds, hearts and behavior.  As a person reads the Bible and begins to actively apply it’s truths to their lives, a new chrysalis of activity emerges.   Things we used to enjoy and found fun, no longer hold our interest.  

Even the “desires of our heart” can become tested, tried and transformed as well.    I’ve found that yielding our will to God can involve an agonizing process.   God loves us beyond our comprehension, and His mercy and tenderness are incredible; but the Scripture tells us that “His ways are not like ours.”  

Isaiah 55:8  “For My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways,” declares the Lord.”

Proverbs 19:21  “There are many plans in a man’s heart, nevertheless the Lord’s counsel—that will stand.”

Proverbs 16:9  “A man’s heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.”

Proverbs 20:24  “A man’s steps are of the Lord; how then can a man understand his own way?”

These verses changed my life and continue to give me a fresh perspective of how God works in our lives and shapes our mindset with desires that will bring glory and honor to Him.  He is so worthy of our love and trust because He always has our best in mind.   I say that gently, because what is good for us (like medicine when we’re ill) doesn’t always feel good as we apply it, but it brings wonderful results.

This story is a story of both my husband and my heart’s desire to have children of our own. 

As I grew in my knowledge about the Lord through reading and applying His Word and ways into my life, and as I journeyed with the Lord through a number of years, I came to accept and realize how much He cared about the details of my life.  He loved to be a part of all of my activities, and decisions as they played out in the circumstances of my walk.

After about five years, a deep yearning for children began to formulate in my heart.  The passion was building to begin a family of our own.  I was adopted and longed to experience having children.

At this point in our married life, I began to struggle.  The struggle wasn’t a physical struggle, but an emotional upheaval.   My desire and my husband’s desire was perfectly normal and honorable.  However, God had other plans.

Our desires became a matter of consistent and persistent prayer.  This is where I need to insert what I found in a devotional book entitled “Experiencing God,” by Henry and Richard Blackaby.  It was life-changing, to say the least.

“The purpose of prayer is not to convince God to change your circumstances, but to prepare you to be involved in God’s activity.  Prayer is designed to adjust you to God’s will, not to adjust God to your will.”

Even the assignment from God to His Son Jesus was to “die on a cross for the sins of the world.”  The verse below records Jesus’ conversation  with His Father about what He would endure on the cross. 

Jesus even asked His Father in prayer in Luke 22:42-44 “Father, if You be willing, remove this cup (this crucifixion) from me: nevertheless not my will, but thine, be done.”

So Jesus leaves us a “pattern” for our requests to the Father…..yielding our will to His.

And a critical truth from Scripture is this:  when we pray and ask for anything in “Jesus’ name,” we need to bear in mind that……

“Jesus was not saying that whatever Christians ask for, they will get.  Believers must ask in Jesus’ name.  The purpose of prayer is that the Father may be glorified—these are the prayers that get answered.  As James 4:15 says, “Christians must learn to say, “If the Lord wills.”  David Jeremiah study Bible commentary on John 14:13

He loves us beyond measure, but He alone knows best in every circumstance we’ll ever face.   As we get to know Him through our own life’s journey, many times we’ll see God’s wisdom; and yet we may not be able to comprehend why things happen as they do.  Oh how often are we reminded that we are mortal, human beings…..we are not God.

Let me get to the heart of the matter, our desire for children.  We were married a few years and this desire began to grow in large and personal proportions.  We prayed and waited.  The waiting continued for about seven years.

I can remember a discussion my husband and I had about perhaps adopting a baby or young child.   He wasn’t on board with me on this suggestion.  It wasn’t that he opposed the idea, but he just felt no peace about it.

In my frustration I exercised my human intervention.  In other words I was attempting to get on board with Abraham’s wife Sarah, and manipulate another way of having a child.  I’m ashamed to admit this, but this story requires complete integrity in the “honesty department.”

I got on the internet and obtained an “adoption application.”   Here again, I need to share that I did this without the agreement of my husband.  

Yes, we can often try and “get what we want” through other means.   This is called “manipulation….at its finest.”    But, like all our decisions if carried out, will usher in consequences that we may have to live with for a long time.

I hid the application in my desk drawer.  One morning when I went up to our bedroom where my desk was located, I pulled out the application to begin completing the questionnaire.   Deep within I felt as though I was “sneaking around my husband’s wishes.”   To make matters even worse, I sensed I was trying to go behind God’s back (how ridiculous is that) and get what I wanted one way or another.

God is so merciful and kind…if we allow Him to be.  I felt such “conviction and uneasiness” deep within the crevices of my heart.  I knew I was trying to orchestrate this “wanting a baby desire” in my own way.  This was exactly the same tactic Sarah used in her life to obtain a child.   We can be so critical of her attempt to bring things to pass in her way and her time, rather than wait on God to do what He wants and has planned for our lives.

Isaiah 64:4  “Since ancient times no one has heard, no ear has perceived, no eye has seen any God besides you, Who acts on behalf of those who wait for Him.”

WOW…..God acts on our behalf, if we wait for Him.

May I invite you to stop reading this story and ponder the above statement for your own life’s desire.   When I stop and take the time to meditate on this truth, it refreshes my heart and mind, and pulls me close to God’s heart to tell me that: 

God has the plans, purposes and timing of events in our lives.

Over and over I can reflect on some of my own decisions and realized that I took matters into my own hands, rather than choosing to wait and trust Him.   It’s never easy to wait on God, but it’s safer to wait and trust than to experience and live with the consequences of our not-so-wise choices.

Yes God is merciful, but oft times He allows lingering consequences to remind us to “get with His program” and not try and exercise our own will, over His.

Now I must script some critical circumstances that took place where God began to show me what He was “up to” in our lives and “family plans.”

In a quiet way one morning when I was reading His Word, this thought came filtering in my mind and heart.

I know you love children, but had you thought that everyone that comes to your front door is a child, sent by Me (God), for you to love?

Weeks later a couple came to stay in our home for a few days.  I had some discussion with the woman about my desire.  As these friends were exiting our home at the front door, she turned to me and said,

“I know you love children, but had you thought that everyone that comes to your front door is a child for you to love?

Here is another spot for you to stop reading…..and let those two comments marinate in your mind.   My friend was quoting what God had spoken to my heart weeks earlier.   Talk about a “confirmation” from God, this was in bold print.

There is one more event that needs to be included in this path of waiting.    I had one thought that perhaps there was something wrong with me physically that needed a physician’s attention.  So, I made an appointment with this medical doctor.   

Oddly enough my best friend’s mother-in-law was a nurse and was employed by this doctor.   A few days prior to my appointment, she phoned me and asked me to come for lunch.   My only contact with this lovely woman was at church and we had only said our hellos on Sunday.   We really didn’t know each other, but what a kind invitation.  I accepted her lunch offer and showed up bright as a button at her front door.   She was gracious and so welcoming.   We had a delightful lunch and rather than a dessert, she presented me with a very penetrating question that just about took my breath away.

The conversation proceeded in the direction of my upcoming appointment with the physician.   She was concerned for me and wanted to know the nature of my appointment.   I thought that odd, especially over lunch, but she would have been asking the same question when I arrived at the waiting room days later.

She had such a warm and understanding way about her, and I felt safe to share my concerns.   What I never expected was her response.   We often wish God would speak to us verbally.  Well, this lunch hour was His chosen spot, and with the chosen person to be very “direct and tender” with me.

To bring you into the scene, here were the discussion comments and questions for your observation.

This lovely and gracious older woman asked me why I was wanting to see a doctor.  I shared my concerns about the possibility that my body wasn’t able to house a baby and wondered if the physician could help me in some way.

This was her response:

“Dianne, is the Lord the lord of your life?  Is He really in charge?”

My response was “Yes, as best I know, He is in charge of my life.”

She asked one final question I shall never forget.   “Dianne, is He Lord of your womb?”

My mind, heart and will were “silenced.”  There was no need to say anything more.   God poignantly showed me that He Himself was in charge of all of me.  He could open or close my womb at His discretion and design. 

Another miracle took place in my heart.   It was a “heart surgery” that no one could accomplish but my Creator-God.   He assured me that even though His answer was “no”, it was a “no” with a positive slant.   The surgical heart transformation brought about a “new lens” in which God showed me that I was limiting my request.

For you see, I wanted a child that weighed about six pounds, eight ounces.  God began introducing me to hundreds of children, for me to love and pour into their lives.   As I chose to view everyone He brings to the front door of my life and in my circumstances as “someone God has sent for me to love,” I realize that everyone is a child.  We are all just different heights, sizes and ages.  Everyone needs to be loved…..because everyone is made in His image. 

This sign appeared in an optometrist’s office when I began the season of wearing glasses.  It’s priceless.

          Dear God:   I can see you much better with my new glasses!

It wasn’t my womb that needed corrected, it was my “eyes.”  God needed to alter my vision to see things from His perspective.  He has given us children, many children, they just aren’t from the womb of my body, but they are loved from my heart.

My prayer is that this “journey of waiting” will encourage you to turn to and trust the all-knowing, all-powerful Creator God who loves you more than you could possible know.  It’s now been many years ago that all this transpired and if you would ask me, “Would you still prefer God’s will, or your own?”   My resounding response would be HIS WILL!

“A Prescription of Encouragement”

Don’t you just love it when on an ordinary day, in an ordinary way, God constructs an extraordinary adventure?  Nothing is ordinary when God shows up with His surprise.

This day began in a dentist’s chair, or should I say, patient’s chair.  I was uncomfortable with pain and waiting for her diagnosis.   This dentist was of a tiny stature.  In fact she could have placed four of her hands in my mouth for a look-around.   Three days before she had demonstrated her skill in giving “almost painless” Novocain I’ve ever had.  

Before proceeding any further, can’t we all agree that we know when the “needle” is on its way toward its location by the fact that the dentist tries to distract you with a question, and cleverly try to disguise the long thin needle by hiding it from your direct vision?   Well, I knew what was coming and I was ready for her.    I closed my eyes!   I’m a coward in the chair for sure.

As she was about to administered the freezing gel, she pulled out the needle as though she was in the Wild West drawing her gun, then aimed, fired, and all was well.  

A dose of laughter is one of my relaxing schemes…..for me and for those who are attending me medically.     In the sixty seconds it took for the Novocain to numb my jaw, one of my husband’s comments about physicians and dentists came to my mind.   This is a good spot to share it with you.   My husband says that he never minds going to a dentist, it’s the doctors he is afraid of.   I asked him why?    His immediate and well-thought-of comment was, “A dentist has to stay in your mouth.   A doctor can go anywhere on your body!”

This comment brought the dentist and her assistant (whom I refer to as Susie suction) into hysterical laughter.    After thirty minutes in the horizontal position, I was more than ready to hit the lift off button.   Have you ever considered the reasons they position you in that troubling horizontal position?   My guess is that once you’re down, they’ve got you right where they want you; and unless you’re a gymnast, you’ll not be able to escape their grasp.   Yes, I know there are good reasons, and one of them isn’t to help you sleep.

I rose to the occasion and exited the clinic.   I was equipped with a prescription for antibiotics.   The drive to our pharmacy wasn’t far from our home, but in that it was near dinner time, I thought I would grab a few quick bites to eat, as I had dinner almost ready before my appointment.

Chewing very carefully, I swallowed some of the meal and made a quick exit to our local pharmacy.  As always, the pharmacists were very personable and efficient.  It took them two minutes to prepare my prescription.   Normally I just thank them and head out the door.   However, this time it was different.   I couldn’t get over how fast they filled my medicinal request, and I found myself giving some verbal encouragement to one of the pharmacy staff members.  

At this point, I realized that this woman must have encountered a not-so-nice clientele throughout the day, as my words were accepted as though they were pain killers for what she and the other staff members had experienced in their interaction with others.

She was overjoyed with my words of affirmation, and was quick to express that she would be sharing my positive comments with her associates and supervisor.

As I exited the store my immediate thought was that I should write a letter of encouragement one day and bring it in for the staff to have on hand on those not-so-good days.

When pulling into our garage I realized that I had forgotten to take both prescriptions, I had only picked up the one.   Discomfort was beginning to linger on the right side of my mouth as the Novocain wore off.    I quickly finished my dinner so I could return to the pharmacy once again to get the remainder of my pills.   

Ah ha, my computer was on, and so I moved in haste to the keyboard and typed four short paragraphs of thankfulness describing how the staff at this pharmacy was efficient, caring, personable, and so kind in the manner in which they filled my order.   The printer cooperated with me, and there in black and white were my words of praise.

I had less than fifteen minutes to make my final approach to the pharmacy delivery office.  It was my turn to hand over my “prescription of encouragement in a written dose.”

The gal at the counter was waiting for me!    I rushed towards her to share how sorry I was that I neglected to pick everything up.   Her countenance welcomed me beyond belief.    She shared how she had passed along my kind words to the staff and they were beaming with joy.

Now…..the good stuff!    I handed her my letter and her eyes became like soccer balls.   We paused the conversation while she read my letter.   Smiles were seen all over the pharmacy as others looked on with amazement.  

Then it was my turn to be surprised.   She handed me two little gifts, face cream and cleansing wipes.   These were gifts from her to me for taking the time to indulge her with the thoughtful observations I had made about their staff, not only at this time, but on other occasions when they filled my prescriptions.

We embraced and I smiled all the way out the door and all the way home.  

We never know the experiences others face when dealing with the public.   This dialogue took less than five minutes, and yet it brought strength and commendation to the entire pharmacy staff.

The story doesn’t end here.  At the bottom of my letter, I left my phone number.  I really have no idea why I typed my number, as they have it in their files, but I did none-the-less.

The following day, I received this text from one of the pharmacists: 

“Good morning, Dianne, it’s Alex from the pharmacy.  What a lovely feedback you gave us.  You really uplifted the staff’s morale.  Really appreciate your kind words.”

My pharmacy visit was for filling a prescription, so they could make “my day!”   But it ended up with my letter making “their day.”

And again, I’m reminded that God orders our steps and starts in our daily walk; and He longs that we see others through the lens of His love, so that we can stop and notice how we can somehow affirm and bring verbal refreshment to other people in this busy world.

“The generous soul will be made rich, and he who waters will also be watered himself.”  Proverbs 11:25

Yes, water refreshes our lips, but a good word refreshes our soul! 

Who might be your next recipient of gratitude?

 

Do you ever have a day when everything just seems to register “zero, not good, get your act together?”   My husband and I had moved into a home that was, shall we say, neglected beyond belief, both inside and out.   My attempts at clearing the outside extended way beyond what I anticipated.  On this day I had just finished bagging 48 large disposable waste bags of yard clippings, leaves and tree trimmings and the temperature of my patience was nearing minus 10 degrees.  Exhaustion was painted all over my body; but, I had completed the clearing and pick up.

Being new to this neighborhood I inquired from my neighbor about the procedure for the city pick up of our yard waste bin, plus how to dispose of these bags.   My neighbor told me that the city would pick up three or four of these yard waste bags each week if they were placed next to the large waste bin provided.  

It was Monday morning and I had proudly placed about four of these bags snuggly next to the large container.   Our little dog began to bark consistently, and I knew that her prancing back and forth at the front door was indication that the Sanitation Engineer assigned to our area was soon to arrive.

Yep, here he comes, the loud mechanical noise lifting the bins and moving from house to house singing in the air.   I’ve always shared goodies with our “garbage guy” to show appreciation for their efforts and efficiency in trash removal.  This would be our first meeting “at the can location” and I was so pleased with myself at my orderly arrangement of all the bags, and I felt the young man would also be duly impressed with my neat laid out array of trash for pick up.

I was armed with a big smile, anticipating a congenial introduction.  Now here is where the event goes awry.

It was readily apparent by the young man’s facial expression that it wasn’t a happy one.  He immediately invoked corrective action on his route.

My placement of the rubbish bags was too close to the large bin; and  because of COVID, I was informed that the city was not picking up the paper garbage bags.   All this discourse on his “trash rules and regulations” was blurted out in my direction and with the “not a happy attitude” city employee.

To continue his mean-spirited approach, he hoisted up the arms of his truck and in picking up the bin; ripped a gash in a bag of tree limbs and leaves.   Yes, you can picture that all of this was spewing out of the bag.   He released the bin and pulled away.   The smugness of his look and action was very hurtful.

My neighbor saw what occurred and came over to encourage me.  Once I related my details of the event, she returned home.   About an hour later this same truck appeared again to remove the rubbish from the other side of the street.

 My “defense lawyer” (my neighbor) was waiting for the driver.  She spent about ten minutes in “trash conversation” with the garbage collector, the content of which she shared with me later.  

She informed me that she told the driver how inconsiderate he was to me, especially since I was new to the area and was only trying to follow the rules.

Needless-to-say, this wasn’t a good morning for me.  My feelings were hurt, not to mention I was anticipating a “pleasant introduction.”  Humanly speaking, he was about to be crossed off my “treats for the garbage guy list.”  Now it was time to have a chat with the Lord about the verbal confrontation.

Yes, I received my “Divine instructions” and the pathway to mending was plain and simple.   Only put out the appropriate bin and hold off on those 48 bags of yard waste for a few months.

A week had passed and I was “ready and waiting” for the sound of his approach.   To be honest here, my tummy was churning, but I was going to pour out the “kindness barrel” as best I could.   I hadn’t premeditated what I was going to say, but just trusted that if my heart was in the right place, God would fill my mouth with the right words that needed to be delivered.

Here he comes now!   I approached the driveway, where the bin was placed, and as he pulled up, I said, “Did I put everything out okay this time?”   My jaw dropped as I viewed a smile that appeared on his face.  “Yep, you did it right.”  Then he proceeded to tell me why he couldn’t pick up the yard waste in the thick paper bags for a few months.

I thanked him and I thought that would be the wrap up of our conversation.  He paused and said, that he would soon return to empty the garbage on the opposite side of the street.  If I could handle it, he told me to empty one of those paper bags into my bin and roll it across the street and he would empty it for me. 

Those bags can be very heavy.  I was informed that I needed to load the yard waste into the bin myself…..as he was “never” allowed to touch a bag, but only use the truck’s pick up mechanism to collect any trash.

What???   I couldn’t believe what came out of his mouth.  About an hour had passed and I perched myself outside in anticipation of his arrival in the big blue truck.  Sure enough, an hour later, he appeared.  This time I was ready with a can of Pepsi in my hand.  His arrival was more pleasant this time.  Perhaps he saw the Pepsi can in my hand as he made his way around the corner of the street.  As he pulled into position, I handed him the can of refreshment as his eyes sparkled and a great big grin appeared on his face.

As he took hold of the Pepsi can as I was attempting to place the second bag of yard waste into the bin when the bin tipped over and all the yard waste went all over the street.   It was just too heavy to get a firm grip on it.

So what would any woman do at this point? I politely told him that he could just move on to the neighbor’s bin, and that I would spend the next few minutes “cleaning the street” from my yard waste.   I knew this would be my next assignment as he had to remain in his truck…per the City’s bylaws. 

At this point, I almost began to cry, but that wouldn’t solve anything.  So I quickly began the clean-up operation.  To my shock and surprise, the door to his cab opened and out he popped.  He began helping me tidy up the street from all the tree clippings that had been stored in this supposedly heavy-duty bag.  

Profuse “thank you’s” exited my lips.  He just smiled and said, “Don’t tell anyone I’m doing this, as I’m not supposed to touch the trash.”

Within about two minutes, the street was cleared, and in the bin and up and over into his truck it went.  He knew I was grateful, and a huge smile from him appeared in the rear view mirror as he drove off.

So perhaps you’re wondering if God is interested and desires to be involved in our “tiny trials.”  The answer is a resounding “yes;” because He longs that we see Him at work in our daily duties and regular routines.

I serve a BIG GOD……who cares to be involved in every aspect of my life and in yours, if we but give Him the opportunity.

And yes, my Sanitation Engineer will become part of my baking routine each week.  He needs to know that in this busy, occupied world, that what “he” does is important, and that it makes a difference in the lives of many people.

Is your “garbage guy” or your personal “sanitation engineer” aware of your appreciation for his or her efforts?

“Clarity from our rear-view mirror”

So, what’s been happening in your life?  What’s new with you?  These phrases are commonplace aren’t they?   We often begin our conversations with either of these two questions; and that’s especially true if we’re chatting with a friend whom we haven’t seen or talked with for some time.

Have you ever journaled about a vacation, or taken a look down memory lane from your high school or college days?   Maybe you’ve lost a friend or a loved one in your family, and you’ve written about their lives and sensed some moments of comfort in your reflection of your lives together.

Several adjectives come to mind when I ponder the word “journalling.”  Some may call it a diary, but I enjoy the phrases:  “looking back,” “reflections,” or “rear-view clarity.”

I’m taking the time to pause right now from all my current responsibilities and just reflect about the discipline of journalling.

Most all of us have a calendar of months, weeks, days and times of the day.  Some days are full, some are open and free, but have you ever taken the time to look back on a month or even a year to see what it looks like from where you are today?   Everything in our lives behind today are events “in the past.”

At the end of every year, I enjoy a cup of tea and a wander back through each month of our calendar.   I have marked special events like birthdays, anniversaries, dates where close friends have said goodbye to their loved ones, and very special occasions that I never want to forget.   This adventure can introduce joy, laughter, tears and many an “awe” moment.  Looking back can help me remember and write down dates and annual appointments that I need to indicate on the upcoming calendar year.

Some may say, why look back when we can’t re-live the past.  But I would like to introduce another perspective that perhaps you haven’t considered.  

Had you ever thought about glancing in your own “rear-view mirror;” not to recapture it, but recall your Creator’s touches upon your life?   God is always working in and through each of our life circumstances to get our attention, and to help us realize “we need God!”   We need His forgiveness, His presence within us, and His guidance for our future.  For those of you who are reading about this “rear-view look” upon your life and you aren’t currently in a relationship with Jesus Christ, He has been pursuing you through His mercies and kindness in your direction.   He’ll never push Himself or His love upon you, but He waits for your invitation for Him to enter your life.

This direction of looking back can be a wonderful tool for experiencing joy, encouragement, and courage.   I’m speaking here to Christians (followers of Jesus Christ).

In today’s vernacular it’s called journalling.   It’s keeping a record of occurrences, experiences, observations, and reflections in your life.  I’m over the top with enthusiasm to share a meaningful perspective about writing about some of the following questions:

What has God been teaching you?  What are some characteristics you’ve been noticing about God in your walk of faith?  What difference has God made in your life over the years?  How and when has He made Himself so personally real in your life?   What are some of the struggles, and heartaches has He walked you through?   Where have you seen the innumerable ways God has intervened in your life?  In other words,

What has God been up to in your life?

I could go on and on with questions.  But I’ve found that “journalling” is a marvelous personal way of bringing clarity in your walk with the Lord, and it gives us a striking way of observing not only what God has been doing in your life, but how He has spoken into your life and heart.   He is real and personal.    I’ve found that writing about Him keeps my heart in tune with how He has led me in certain areas and opened opportunities, as well as when He has closed doors of opportunities.

In a tender way, it’s like we’re “keeping track” of His movement and care in our lives.   That’s worth writing about!!!!

These stories that I’ve been writing about is a culmination of looking in the rear-view mirror of my life thus far.   What clarity He gives us from the rear-view vantage point.   How often have we all looked back and said, “Oh, I see now…….”   The rear-view cockpit sheds more light than we ever thought possible.

These stories, all of them, are my true adventures of seeing God work and transform people, my circumstances, my attitudes, and my discovery of seeing that God does delight in the “details of my life.”

God has helped me see as I look back, that He has gone before me, and goes before me.   Another tremendous truth is that God can take the insignificant and make it magnificent.   He takes the ordinary and makes it extraordinary.

My prayer is that God will take these seemingly small incident in which He has shown up, and stir you to share everything with Him, and allow Him to use your precious life to influence others to walk with Jesus Christ.

Now as I begin to tell the story of this “real life event,” I want you to know that there will not be a corresponding photo attached.  Reason being, it’s not a pretty sight, and better kept under cover!

It all began on a day that I washed my hair.  To you, that may not be an issue, but due to the curly hair I was blessed with, I use rollers and stay within the confines of my home for about four hours until my hair dries.  Then I use a flat iron to calm my hair in an effort to look presentable to the general public.

I was “rollerfied” with about thirty of those brushed things in my hair for two hours as this renovation process was well underway.   Yes, they’re the ones with the pink picks to hold the uncomfortable brushed hair in place on your head.

My husband was heading out to our local hardware store.  I thought I’d go along for the ride and bring our little dog with us.   We would just sit in the air conditioned car and wait for him on this very hot day.   The situation was well in hand, and about twenty minutes later as my husband appeared at the car, I figured we would soon be on our way home.

However, I could tell by the manner in which he approached the car that something was brewing.   Instead of approaching the driver’s side of the vehicle, he came over to me motioning for me to lower the window.   Are you kidding, it was 33 degrees Celsius and that’s too hot to allow a window down allowing the heat to enter my comfortable seating arrangement. 

However, he gestured excitedly for me to open the door and come into the store with him, exclaiming there was something in the kitchen department he wanted to show me right away.

Hey Mr. Husband, get a grip on what you’re asking, can’t you see I’m in rollers!  Women do not appear in public in that condition.  However, his demeanor insisted that come with him and without delay.    Honestly prevailing, I could NOT believe he was asking me to expose me to the general public in this ghastly sight of me in rollers.  He seemed oblivious to my self-conscious predicament and was so insistent I come.

So, what does a wife do in this situation?   It was time to let my vanity and pride go down the tube.   I grabbed the dog and cautiously exited the car.  I kept my head down as I certainly didn’t want to make any eye contact with other customers.  As we approached the entrance, there was a young gal standing there watching the customers come and go, preferably with their receipt in hand so she could check to make sure they paid for the product.

She took one look at me, and I felt the compelling need to explain my appearance.   Without thinking, I told her that at their next staff meeting she could announce that some woman had the “guts” to come into their store in “rollers.”   She began laughing herself to pieces.

Not wanting to draw a crowd I moved ahead to catch up with my husband who was intentionally several yards ahead of me.   Although he plainly had demonstrated he wanted me in the store, he now didn’t want others to realize I was with “him.”   How inconsiderate, I thought.  You want to show me something, but at a distance from my appearance in rollers.

To my amazement, no one seemed to even look my way.  However, with my head in the down position, I don’t think I would have noticed if they did get a glance.

Okay now, we’re now in the appliance department and I see what I was drawn into the store to look at.  Now it’s time to exit the store!  With head continuing in the down position, we moved to the exit, again with him way ahead of me.    The same young gal was still at the door and she broke into laughter again as I approached her.  But what came next surprised me.

I shared again with her not to forget the lady with rollers who had the courage to enter the store.  When her laughter subsided, she burst out with, “You just made my day!”    After all, rollers are a reality in life and why be ashamed of them.  I gave a quick retort that we need to “be real and transparent in life,” and she couldn’t have agreed more. 

Another way to phrase being transparent in life…..is…..to “be yourself.”  I could imagine that each of us, at one time or another, has wished to be like someone else.  It might be another’s looks, shape, personality, giftedness and we could go on and on.  But God’s Word reminds me that He IS our Creator….our individual Creator.   God designed each of us to be an “original,” not a copy of another.   Besides, we really aren’t true to ourselves if we’re envying another person.

Psalm 139:13,14  ”For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother’s womb.  I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; marvelous are Your works, and that my soul knows very well.  My frame was not hidden from You, when I was made in secret…..”

Perhaps most anyone reading this event might say to themselves, “I wouldn’t have done that for all the money in the world.”   Or, “Why in the world would this gal entered a public place decked out in rollers?”

But even though the pride in my appearance was important, I wanted to look past it and perhaps even bring laughter to others, at my expense as I waltzed through the store.

Now after that I walked out the door of the hardware store, I was thankful that I left my pride in the car.  It was pleasing to me that I made this gal’s day.   Both she and I couldn’t stop laughing, and I made a new friend that day.

For the future, I’ll be inquiring of my husband if there’s any chance that  we’re going to be out in public for the four hours following the time I get under rollers.  If so, I’ll respectfully remain at home.

Yes, this is a true story and there are no photos to prove it.  You’ll just need to trust me on this one.   And furthermore, it can be “fun” to be who you were designed to be.