A Word for 2019

If you could pick one word to focus on in 2019, what would it be?

A few years back our Pastor gave a New Year challenge encouraging us to consider one word to focus on for the entire year. I had felt the Lord spurring me to trust Him more in unchartered areas of my life so the word I chose was GO.

I wrote GO on my mirror as a daily reminder. It became the filter I processed thoughts through. Every time I contemplated a matter I remembered my word and choose to “go” forward with my eyes on Jesus. It was tough, but soon I became fascinated with the word. It was such a simple word and yet it stretched me in every area of life. When I faced heavy issues I found GO as an invitation to once again place trust in Christ as I proceeded forward.

What surprised me was using GO in small matters. I found myself trying little things I would have otherwise overlooked. It made a huge impact and my world expanded.

By the end of the year GO wasn’t just written on my mirror, it had become a part of me. GO was on my mind and in my heart. It also happened to be the year the Lord drew my husband and me out from one very long and sweet season to an exciting new one in another state.

The beauty and simplicity of one word can impact your life in powerful and dynamic ways.

Consider what your life would look like if one word changed it this year. What would that defining word be for you?

Pray about it and choose your one word. Root it in your heart and mind. Write it on your mirror (dry erase marker), write it on your calendar. Weave it into your vocabulary. Take an hour to write 12 simple, separate notes using your word. Seal them and open one each month.

Then, allow every area of your life to be filtered through that word. Look for Christ to magnify His will and His very self through the meaning of that word applied in your life.

Then the LORD said to me, “You have seen well, for I am watching over My word to perform it.” Jeremiah 1:12 (NASB)

Some starters to get you thinking:

Give                            Grow                           Legacy                        Wait

Simplify                      Forgive                        Humility          Fortify


Cake in Heaven?

For as much time as we have on earth in comparison to the time we will have in Heaven, isn’t it curious how little time we spend considering Heaven this side of eternity?

I thought about Heaven today at lunch with friends. Elizabeth passed her phone around showing pictures of her grandson’s 1st birthday. The little guy had cake smothered all over his face, chest, and hands; happy as could be. I mean, who wouldn’t want to dive fists into a rich chocolate cake and devour sweet goodness, right?!

Imagine cake in Heaven!

After our meal, the conversation led to talk about Karen’s Dad who passed away a year ago. I wish I’d met the man I’d heard so many great things about. Karen, her mom and sister shared reflections of Gene. Their eyes lit up as they reflected on this godly man they obviously all adored. Suddenly Karen looked at her mom and sister. “Hey. Remember when Lynn called about her crazy dream?”

She shared about a time shortly before Gene passed. “So my friend called and told me she’d dreamt about Dad. In the dream he was at some sort of banquet. There was a lot of food and he was eating, even devouring a big slice of creamy chocolate cake with such delight that he ate with his hands, as if eating cake for the first time. “It was all over his hands and face.”

“Yeh, my Dad loved food, but he wouldn’t eat like that.” The friend called to find out if Gene was okay and was surprised to learn that Gene was in a fierce battle with cancer. As Karen shared the story, Miss Jerri turned to me and whispered, “He really loved food, but at that point he could barely eat a teaspoon of pudding.”

Karen went on, “It makes you wonder what it’s like in Heaven.” She and Deb went on to talk about C.S. Lewis’ book “The Great Divorce” in which those visiting Heaven could hardly stand on the grass because grass in Heaven was so much more… real than any grass on earth. The things of Heaven have substance over things of earth which are only offer a semblance of things in Heaven.

I recalled the week before when I saw Miss Jerri after church and exchanged hugs. “Hi Miss Jerri! How are you today?” Miss Jerri is a beautiful woman, full of grace and class. She smiled sweetly but with effort. “Well, today is Gene’s one year birthday in Heaven. I really miss him but I’m sure he must be celebrating.”

Oh… my heart ached for this dear woman missing her husband. I squeezed her hand and offered another hug. “I’m sure he is celebrating more than we can imagine.”

Sitting together, hearing the dream and considering Gene’s “1st birthday in Heaven” was a treat. Thinking about C.S. Lewis’ suggestion of Heaven being more REAL and substantial then the world as we know it caught all our attention. It was as if a glimpse of Heaven passed through our little group as a sweet reminder.

Heaven; it’s a place; a place more real than things earth side of eternity.

Do you think about Heaven? What are your thoughts? Are you excited, curious, unsure?

Friend, join me in taking a little time to indulge, as we would, a decadent slice of cake and devour the promises of what lays ahead for us whose home is Heaven.

I love to talk about Heaven, and I’d love to hear your thoughts about it too!

Adoption & A Heart for Korea

In our work as Senior Relocation Specialists we meet a variety of some pretty amazing people. Each client impacts us in a different way, revealing something special that causes us to once again fall in love with what we do and the people we serve.

Miss Ellen

When you’re packing up a lifetime of memories for someone’s move, or going through their belongings for an estate sale, you learn a lot about that person. Recently, we did a move and estate sale for Miss Ellen.

We fell in love with Miss Ellen immediately; an accomplished artist, a nurse and a psychologist. She’s 87, but you wouldn’t know it for all her bustling about and tending to countless details with seemingly endless energy and constant smiles. Her home was an orderly explosion of art and color. It was an expression of her.  

Miss Ellen’s home also hosted a great mix of Korean art, furnishings and keepsakes. This intrigued me because my sister, Jenny, is from Korea. Though I’ve never been there, I have an appreciation for the land which brought forth my sister.

Jenny was less than a year when she came to our family. A new child to any family is a gift, but when the child comes from the other side of the world, there is an extraordinary anticipation and a special appreciation. An adopted child and sibling is an exceptional gift.

I was excited sharing a great affection for Korea. “Miss Ellen, my sister is from Korea.”

Miss Ellen talked about their life in Seoul. “You know it was a very difficult time and place for the people there.” She spoke of the challenging dynamics of the culture still tending the wounds of the post Korean War.

I figured Miss Ellen’s family was there on military assignment as most of our clients are retired military. When I asked, she explained “Oh no dear, we were missionaries.”

That made sense. Her love for the Korean people was evident through out her home. She went on reflecting on tender memories, “We’d reach out to the military men stationed there hoping to share with them the dynamics nature of Korean culture, different in many ways from American culture.”

“We spent a lot of time loving on the locals, the military and the orphans.” She touched my arm affectionately, “Shelly, in the aftermath of war and cultural dishevel -the orphanages were so full.”

“We’d just go there and love on all those the little ones…”

I began calculating dates. “Miss Ellen, my sister was born in Seoul. When were you there?”

She pulled out a collection of news clippings documenting the cultural issues of their time there. She paused a moment and looked at me before continuing, “We were there from 1968 – 1973. We worked a lot with Holt Adoption International.”

My heartbeat quickened and tears threatened to spill. Miss Ellen just kept talking.

“Holt would match American families to the orphan children. The children were then placed with in care of eommaleul yang-yughadas. We would visit and help them.”  “We held a lot of little ones.”

I knew about Holt and eommaleul yang-yughadas. Holt was the agency that helped our family find Jenny. They told us Jenny would be in the care of an eommaleul yang-yughada until the process was complete. I hadn’t heard that term since I was a child, waiting to meet my new sister.

Our first photo of Jenny

Miss Ellen was there, working closely with those who were orchestrating the adoption of these young Korean children, among who was my then baby sister.

I stood stunned, looking at this sweet, tiny, white haired woman before me. Had Miss Ellen actually held my sister before I did? What a wild and exceptional possibility!

I was floored with appreciation of Miss Ellen and to the eommaleul yang-yughada who first welcomed my sister to her home.

There is really no way to know if Miss Ellen actually held my sister any more than we know the circumstances that brought Jenny to the orphanage.

The important thing is the impact that resulted because of those who put action to caring for one another; especially those in need.

Pure and undefiled religion in the sight of God and Father is this; to visit orphans and widows in their distress…” James 1:27 NASB

Shelly, our niece Miss E and Jenny

The fruit thereof lasts for a lifetime. I am forever grateful to my parents for realizing one of our family would be born in a far away   land. My sister is special to me because who she is not where she comes from. Yes, her heritage matters to me – a lot; because it’s a part of who she is. She’s strong and beautiful, funny and extremely intelligent. I now see that some of her strength, beauty and unique ways are inherent to the incredible land from which she came.

As we finished caring after Miss Ellen’s estate, I pondered the richness of God’s goodness and providence in sharing this intersection of time and people.

You never know what a day or a “chance encounter” may bring. And often we don’t get to see the full reach of our caring; but sometimes we do.

I hope that one day Jenny and I will visit Korea together. In the meantime, I count myself blessed to have siblings, family, friends and an ever thickened network of people to love and be loved by.

“love one another, even as I have loved you.” –Jesus John 13:34 (NASB)

** Holt Adoption International http://www.holtinternational.org/korea/



Are You Put To the Test?

WarNinG!  Going into business with your spouse may1440543874313 put your marriage to the test.

After 28 years of marriage, Brad and I sold our house, most of our belongings, bought a franchise business and moved from Texas to Colorado.

We made it thru some really tough challenges in early marriage, so 3 kids and 28 years later we considered ourselves perfectly suited to go into business together. After all, we share the same goals and values. We have fun being together and we were mutually excited to make a difference in the lives of others.

We were worn out before we even began.

I really believed that once we got started everything would begin to fall in place.

Hmmm. Months later…

Here we are in Colorado, a full day’s drive from Texas. The mountains are beautiful and the weather is ridiculously aMAZing. We haven’t weathered winter yet, but so far we love it.

Even so, we don’t have those dear old close friends to drop by, have a cry and get a squeeze of the shoulder reminding us, “God’s got your back –and so do I.”

I may have given up entirely at the beginning if I had known it would be so tough.

Our friends, family and church community were a HUGE part of our lives. They helped shape who we’ve become.

I know they’re still there for us, but…. It is different.

Trying to find a new church home is exhausting. It’s just not home. Home is where the people are who you’ve invested your life in.

Did we make a mistake?

I don’t believe so. There were too many doors that opened and others that closed.

This is the hardest thing I’ve had to do. My marriage has been put to the test far more than any time before.

Brad and I get along great, but we are with each other 24/7.

We’re committed to one another with God at the center continuously pulling us upward together.

But we’re back to relearning the basics; communication, forgiveness, sacrifice, flexibility, forbearance.

We have too.

When we “go home” it’s the same person we’ve been with all day. You can’t say, “You’ll never believe what Brad did at the office today.”

At the end of the day, I need to exert energy to clear my head. A vigorous hike renews my mindset.

Brad prefers to chill and enjoy a break from all the “doing”.  Give him time to sit and rest or watch a favorite show and he’s happy.

While I could run him ragged and he could make me stir crazy, we are learning how to meet each other in the middle.

Communication is essential.

We need it as we uncover issues that got swept away in preoccupations of raising children and separate occupations.

Are we there?  No.

Are we working on it? Daily.  Hourly.

Sometimes the hardest things in life prove to be the things that grow us most.

Whether you’re going in to business with your spouse –moving cross country -facing physical hardship –or taking some leap of faith that feels like a dismal fall; circumstances will put you to the test.

Keep in mind; some seasons are just tough. Life gets messy and it’s not always pretty.

I’d like to wrap up this post with a catchy phrase or a nice quote.

I don’t have one today.

The best I have to offer is the best I have to offer: Jesus.

No matter what; -Jesus.

Just look to Jesus.

You can’t go wrong when you turn to Him.

Your situation may not change right away (probably won’t). It could even get tougher!

But your eyes will see the only thing you really need to see to give you the perspective you need –in any season. Jesus.



To Be Like Mrs D, An Exceptional Woman

The other day I told my husband, “I want to be like Mrs. D.” She’s an exceptional woman.

Mrs. D is a widow we moved this week. She was at the house when we packed her up. She was present but out of the way of our busy-ness.

“I’m going to be right here if you have any questions, but I don’t want to interfere with your work.” Once or twice she came out to see if we needed anything.

“Can I get you anything for lunch?”

Mrs. D didn’t have much in the way of possessions. She was close with her daughters who’d said she’d already given most everything away in recent years after her husband passed. She isn’t suffering dementia or depression; she’s just a giver.

Occasionally we’d find an undesignated item. We’d ask if she wanted to keep it, sell it or give it away her daughters.

“Oh I don’t need that.” She’d say

The next day as we unpacked and set up her apartment, we found a velvet bag with beautiful gold bracelets. It had been in a closet cubby.

The apartment didn’t have cubbies, so we placed the valuables on her nightstand.

By 2:30 we were ready for Mrs. D to see her new home. All we had left was to hang pictures and we needed her for that.

When she came in, Mrs D lit up, “Oh it’s wonderful!” She couldn’t believe how much care we had put into the details. Everything was set up, plugged in and personally suited for her.

She grinned taking it all in.

When she saw the velvet bag on the nightstand, she looked puzzled, “What’s that?”

My manager picked it up and handed it to her. “We weren’t sure where you wanted this.”

“Oh, I know what this is, but…” She opened the bag. Out slid a handful of gold bangles. “I haven’t seen these in so long. I thought I must have given them away. “

She put a couple on, looked up and smiled. “I really do love these. I’m glad you found them.”

We finished and our crew left to help another one of our teams on different move. I stayed to hang Mrs. D’s art and pictures.

I commented on the two beautiful watercolors she had. They were exceptionally nice pieces.

“There’s a special story behind that one you’re holding.”

Her daughter had painted the smaller one and scrapped it. Mrs. D salvaged it, painting over it to make something different.

I was shocked. These were beautiful pieces. “Mrs. D! I didn’t know you’re an artist!”

I recalled her daughter say she couldn’t believe her mom and given away her water colors. I’d thought she’d collected them. After all, she’d said, “They’re just things. I don’t have space for them. I don’t need them anymore.”

You have to understand, most people we move really struggle letting go of belongings. Understandably so; our ‘things’ are an extension of us. They’re connected to times, places and people in our lives.

I asked Mrs. D if I could take a picture of her with her artwork to remember her by. “I can’t wait to show my husband. I told him about you yesterday.”  mrs d - Copy

She looked at me, “Really, why?”

“Mrs. D, you’re an exceptional woman. You live well. You’ve invested in your daughters; they’re here for you. You don’t hold on to things. You’re Bible is worn and you keep it close. It was one of the last things to pack.”

Age couldn’t hide that she was a pretty woman. “You’re a sharp lady. Age agrees with you.

“Moving is stressful. but you’re not the least bit rattled. In fact, you’re graciously concerned for those around you.

“Thank you.” She lifted her chin in confidence, “I have all that I need because of Jesus.”

I smiled, picking up the last picture. “Yeh, that’s easy to see.”

“Okay Mrs. D. So where do we want this pretty little picture to go? I was thinking it would go nice over here.”

As we finished, I texted my manager; we were ready for the final walk thru.

“Mrs. D, Charlotte will be up in a minute to make sure everything is just the way you want it.”

She pulled out the bracelets and asked me to take a few. “They’re solid gold you know.”

Touched, I refused, “Mrs. D I couldn’t do that. I wouldn’t do that. You enjoy those.”

“But you don’t know how much this means to me. You have really cared for me and I want to give you something.”

I assured her she had given me more than the bracelets.

“What do you mean?”

“Mrs. D, we see a lot of people move. We know how difficult it is too let go.”

“You have displayed peace, kindness, gratefulness and contentment with a joyful heart. You aren’t showy, but Mrs. D –you know how to preach.”

“You’re an inspiration. I told my husband yesterday, ‘I want to be like Mrs. D.’. That is better than gold.”

She squeezed my hand and Charlotte arrived.

I gave her a quick hug and took off to the other floor thanking God for His presence in His people.

“No good tree bears bad fruit, nor does a bad tree bear good fruit. Each tree is recognized by its own fruit. People do not pick figs from thorn bushes, or grapes from briers.”  Luke 6:43-44

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law… Galatians 5:22-23

The righteous man will flourish like the palm tree, He will grow like a cedar in Lebanon. Planted in the house of the Lord, They will flourish in the courts of our God. They will still yield fruit in old age; They shall be full of sap and very green, To declare that the Lord is upright;   Psalm 92:10-15 (bold italics added)

“A Day Without Laughter Is A Day Wasted”

“A day without laughter is a day wasted.”; wise words from Charlie Chaplin. Sometimes you just gotta laugh to see things clearly. Today was a good day to do both.

My job involves helping retired people relocate and managing their estate sales.

It’s great because I love working with PEOPLE. Today we moved a sweet couple, Mr. & Mrs. T.

Mr.T is ten to fifteen years older than Mrs. T, so she dotes on him even though she, herself is hunched over with a severely S shaped spine. She’s patient to look directly at him when she speaks because his hearing aid needs to be fixed.

Today was moving day for the Ts. We recommend our customers take this day away from their new home while we unload, unpack, sort and arrange their belongings. By the end of the day, their place will look like their “home”. But it isn’t pretty getting there.

Moving is stressful as it is, but especially for the elderly downsizing to half the space they’ve known. Not only are they letting go of their home, but many of the furnishings they’ve collected over decades.

Mr. and Mrs. T were no exceptions. They wanted to keep more than they had space or ability to utilize. And, they wanted to monitor the unpacking.

All day long, they followed us from one room to another, shuffling as they went. Once they found a place between boxes, all they could do was stand and watch, then go sit down to rest and start over again. Honestly, it made me grumpy. We had to move slow and wait for them to step aside or walk around.  I was concerned that they’d get too close as we zipped along from box to box with box cutters. Add slick packing paper flying everywhere (yikes!)

We had A LOT to unpack; in a little space. Their kept smiling, but their presence was slowing the process. They really wanted to be there.

Finally I sent a quick word to God as I caught myself grumbling inside.

Okay God, help me out here. Please don’t let me show my frustration. We’re here to serve them, but they’re in the way.”

No sooner had I finished the thought then I neared the end of a giant box with hats.

His hats, her hats. I pulled them out of the box and there was Mr. T standing in from of me just watching.

“Wow, look at all these hats. There’s so many.”

He just smiled. So I’m thinking, Okay Lord. …help.

There were baseball hats, fishing hats, straw hats, visors. “I really like this one.”

I pulled out a solitary Fedora and handed it to him.

“Let’s see it on ya.”

He slowly put it on and gave me his best Humphrey Bogart pose.hbogart3-66

He looked like a cross between Bogart and Frank Sinatra. I’d just unpacked his collection Bogart and Sinatra movies & albums.

Mr. T suddenly came to life before me. I saw him as the young man in the black/white photos on his desk.

He was clowning around and I understood his collection of clowns (they weren’t the creepy kind).

Here was a man of character and flair, humor and mischief.

I’d almost missed him.

We both chuckled, “Ah, that’s great! It looks really good on you Mr. T.”

He gently takes off the hat, smiles, tilts his head and hands it back proudly, “It was my father’s.”

My earlier frustration melted as he turned and walked away for another rest. And that would have been enough, but…

I continued with the last handful of hats at the bottom of the box, one more box down and –?!

What. Is. THAT?!

Was it a shriveled up old cigar? And another –broken one?

Sometimes people store things or set things down and forget about them.

Puzzled, I bent down peering into the box.

That’s not cigars! It’s poop. Old dried up POOP!

They must have had a cat (I hope) at some point that had a rebellious flair.

And I’m thinking Oh NO! Mr. T just had the hat on his head!! AHHH!

At that time the T’s decided to go back to their former house to check for mail. I couldn’t have been more relieved. I called my manager over.

“What is THAT?”

Her look of shock sent me reeling.  She quickly disposed of the “added items” as I let go of the laughter bursting from inside.

I cleaned up the hats finding no other “gifts” and went back to unpacking. Each time I thought about it I laughed.

It was an exhausting 12 hour day, but in the end, when the T’s hugged us goodbye it was worth it.

Today’s reflections –

“You never know what you’ll find at the bottom of the box.” –my manager

“If we couldn’t laugh we would all go insane.”    Robert Frost

“With mirth and laughter, let old wrinkles come.”    William Shakespeare

 “A day without laughter is a day wasted.”  Charlie Chaplin

Bogart photo credit http://www.nndb.com/people/837/000024765/hbogart3-66.jpg



Mother’s Day -or any day

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I remember an especially dark season of my life over 20 years ago when Mother’s day came and went several times without calling or even sending so much as a card to my mom.

I wanted nothing to do with my past or the people I perceived responsible for much of the darkness associated with it.  I severed ties with my mom, cutting off all communication with her.

Breaking ties doesn’t necessarily fix problems.  After exhausting attempts trying to fix myself, I always came up short.  I came to a point of desperation and turned to Jesus.

Bit by bit my life began to change as I learned to turn each area of my life over to Christ.  My perspective became God and others focused.   I went from accusing and resenting to caring and forgiving.

Anger and disappoint gave way to hope.  Though it didn’t happen overnight, and often it was humbling and difficult, my relationships began to change.

Over the course of several years, my relationship with mom was restored and took on a new identity that was good and healthy.  Not only did we get beyond the pain of the past, but now I enjoy the present together with my mom.  Mom lives with us; not because she has too, but because we’ve welcomed her into our family.

You may not want to have your mom live in the same house with you, but check your heart and ask; is there a welcome place for your mother in your life?

People never regret saying things that are kind and full of grace, but we all regret if there comes a day and it’s too late.  Your mom won’t always be there.

Time is priceless and words can be powerful; use them wisely.  Live without regrets.

“Honor your father and mother”—which is the first commandment with a promise —  

“so that it may go well with you and that you may enjoy long life on the earth.” 

Ephesians 6:2-3 (NIV)

Carpe diem, seize the day!

Carpe diem, seize the day!  Whatever day you are in, whatever season; make the most of it.  You can’t go back and get a redo!

I just ran 8 miles today.  That’s nothing to brag about, but this morning my alarm woke me from an especially good dream.  I was tired and I wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep and finish my dream.  The last thing I wanted to do was get up, and I definitely didn’t feel like running.   Once I finished though, I was so glad I hadn’t slept in and missed my time to run.   sb running shoes

Isn’t that just like life? Some days we just don’t want to DO what we’re called to do, but we do it anyways; and then we’re so glad we did.

Who wants to send a child off to kindergarten or summer camp or college?  How difficult is it to give away your daughter’s hand in marriage or see your son land his first big job in another state?  Who wants to say goodbye to loved ones who move or a friend who passes away?

It’s difficult to turn the page on an especially good season.  There are some seasons we just don’t want to leave.  We don’t always get to make that choice, and life is not always fair.  Time and life rolls on.

And yet more often than not, each new season turns out to be richer than the last, just in a different way.

The truth is we don’t really know what lies ahead.  Our best plans rarely turn out the way we envision they will.  If we keep Christ the center of our focus, then everything ~EVERYTHING else pales in comparison to the amazing wonders He reveals in each passing season.

Find the treasures of the season you are in, and recognize that you only have it for a timeAppreciate what you have now and welcome what is yet to come.

 Come now, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go to such and such a city, and spend a year there and engage in business and make a profit.” Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow.    James 4:13-14


PicsArt_1390488104918Living things GROW.  Today I took time to really ask myself “Am I growing?”.  This led to more questions.

As a parent am I becoming wiser?  Am I purposely looking for ways to better nurture my kids at their particular stages of life?  Do I recognize their changing needs, and am I one step ahead looking for ways to contribute to their growth while supporting healthy independence?

What about as a wife?  Am I the wife I once dreamed I would be when I first got married?  What new ways might I try show fresh support and appreciation to my husband?  Is there daily fruit of my love for him?  Is there fresh evidence?

Am I flourishing in my vocation or am I simply getting things done?  How could I better serve my team?  What is my vision for the next year?  Three years?  Ten years?

Am I growing and fostering growth in others?  Am I growing as a person?

I am most concerned that I GROW in my relationship with Christ.  When I prioritize time to get with God, I find the other areas of my life are directly affected.

I look to Him for encouragement by reading scripture, and remember the challenges my kids are facing.  I consider how I can encourage them in their personal trials.

I seek God’s presence in solitude, and am reminded that I passed judgment on my husband  the day before.  I recognize an opportunity to humble myself and make right with a simple “Brad, I was wrong.”

I have a  situation that I continue to be frustrated with.  I ask God for His take.  He shows me that I am operating on my own, outside of His will.  He invites me to “clue in” on His bigger picture.  Once again, I’m reminded I’m a work in progress.  It’s in these moments I choose to GROW.

We have opportunities to grow daily.  Even –especially when we mess up.  What areas are you growing in?  Is there evidence that impacts others in a positive way?

Ask God to reveal areas that you’ve become stagnant in.  Look for opportunities to learn and grow.  Think about it, our hearts and minds are the only parts of us that have the potential to grow and not deteriorate as we age.

We are never to old to learn.  Our hearts and minds are designed to increase in producing good fruit, growing in the likeness of Christ.

“Planted in the house of the Lord, they will flourish in the courts of our God.  They will yield fruit in old age; they shall be full of sap and very green, to declare that the Lord is upright…”  Psalm 92:13

On path with the Lord

Trust in the Lord with all your heart And do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, And He will make your path straight  Proverb 3:5-6

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Are you on the right path?   Are there any areas of your life that aren’t on track?   Are you trusting God with ALL your heart; not leaning on your own understanding?

If you took a road trip from Texas to California, but took the wrong highway and ended in Montana, it wouldn’t get you to California simply to say you really want to go to California.  It wouldn’t even be enough to confess to someone that you made a wrong turn.  You’d have to do more than get off the wrong road.  You would have to get on the right road.  You would need some sort of navigation system.

In the same way, repentance is more than turning from something. It goes beyond confession to turning TO Christ and staying on course with Him.

Being on path with Christ involves trusting in Him to navigate you thru the details of every day living.  Be careful not to follow another’s course.  God created you with a unique plan.  Trust God on the path He’s set for you.

Invest time getting to know God.  Be a student of the Word.  Know His character and His ways.  Take time with Him.  Talk with Him throughout the day.  Recognize His voice. Take steps of faith as He leads you on the good path.