Unshakable Hope

I had a vivid dream last night –  In this dream I was completely healed and whole.

The dream began with me simply stepping out of bed, which is something I haven’t been able to do in over 15 years. I could walk, talk, eat, dress myself and do everything else that I was once able to do. Mary and I were so excited that we began calling all of our family and friends and then we began visiting people at their homes and offices (Mary drove the car because I don’t have a driver’s license and the only thing I’ve driven in last 15 years is a wheelchair).

The dream was so real-to-life that I was telling Mary all the places I wanted to travel to and all the restaurants I wanted to try. I was even making practical plans like getting a driver’s license and making an appointment…

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The Simple Things….Rain Washed

It is always the simple things bring the greatest joys.

When was the last time you stopped and appreciated the simple little things?

Rain Washed

A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Target. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Target.

We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.

The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in,
“Mom, let’s run through the rain,” she said. “What?” Mom asked.

“Let’s run through the rain!” She repeated.

“No, honey. We’ll wait until it slows down a bit,” Mom replied.

This young child waited about another minute and repeated, “Mom, let’s run through the rain.”

“We’ll get soaked if we do,” Mom said.

“No, we won’t, Mom. That’s not what you said this morning,” the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom’s arm.

“This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?”

“Don’t you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, ‘If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!'”

The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn’t hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes. Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child’s life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.

“Honey, you are absolutely right. Let’s run through the rain. If God let’s us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing,” Mom said.

Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.

And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.

Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories…

So, don’t forget to make time and take opportunities to make memories everyday. To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.

I hope you still take the time to run through the rain.

Three One Six

Struggles, doubt, fear, anxiety, troubles, worry….all can cripple us from discovering an incredible freedom. A freedom that is waiting just beyond all of the distractions, just outside of the noise that surrounds us. A freedom that we catch occasional glimpses of while peering through windows darkened and shadowed by stress and worry. A freedom that at times seems so unreachable while traversing through the haze of addiction. Yet it’s there…we know it…we feel it….we hope….it has to be there.
It is there…He is there…
Have you met Him? He is waiting for you! His name is Jesus….He is freedom!

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in focusWith the constant distractions, the busyness of work, or the grind of our daily routine, it can be so easy to lose our focus. Though sometimes we think we are focused on whats important, we may be missing the bigger picture and missing out on what is going on around us. We can so easily become oblivious to anything outside of our little world.

I was abruptly reminded of that Tuesday morning while at work. A lady came in my store and asked if she could use our phone. I almost issued my standard reminder that I have to use on some employees, a reminder of it being a business phone, so as to put an emphasis on the importance of keeping it short, but before I could do so, she quite calmly stated that she had “left her phone in her apartment and couldn’t get back in”. It was about this time that I realized that the she was not calm at all, but rather in shock and in disbelief as she continued, “I need to dial 911. My husband locked me out of the house and committed suicide and I can’t back in.” My focus returned instantly!

I became aware again of a hurting world, of hurting people and the seeming lack of love for fellow humanity. Too busy. Too consumed with self. Too afraid, important, or whatever excuse we use, to show the love of Christ to a lost and hurting world.

Lord help me to continually keep the focus on You, and showing Your love to everyone I meet.