The Strength of a Woman

Strength of a Woman

 She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.  Proverbs 31:25

“Frailty, thy name is woman.” That was William Shakespeare’s description of women.

Napoleon Bonaparte claimed, “Women are nothing but machines for producing children.”

Hmmmmmmm … Have you ever watched that World’s Strongest Man show? You know the one where those huge guys hook a chain the size of my leg around a fire truck and compete to see who can drag it down the street first? Now I ask you, how many of those 350 lb. strong men do you think could have a baby in a field, wrap it in a sling against their bodies to nurse it and finish picking crops till sunset?

Nada …, Zilch …, Zero …

Bess Truman once said, “A woman’s place in public is to sit beside her husband, be silent, and be sure her hat is on straight.” Boy, times have changed! Today’s woman might sit next to her husband, she might even wear a hat (probably a ball cap). But let’s face it. Women nowadays are many things, but silent is not one of them!

Woman was wonderfully and fearfully made in the image of God (Philippians 139:14). He made woman very special, strong, and versatile. He gave her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, but gentle enough to give comfort. He gave her strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that may come when her children break her heart. God supports her as she carries her husband through his faults. He created woman from man’s rib to protect his heart. A woman was not designed to be able to do everything a man can do. She was designed to do everything he cannot.

The Lord gave her a resolve to take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. Okay, maybe she complains sometimes. She can spend a long day caring for her elderly parents, cook dinner, clean house, do homework and be there for her husband and kids. Then walk a sick baby 5 miles that night, get 45 minutes of sleep, wash the baby throw up out of her hair, slip on her 4 inch heels, and be as sharp as a tack for an important meeting at work the next morning. She is special.

God had reasons for making women and He equipped us so we have no excuses. Wife, mother, sister, aunt, friend, boss, employee, Christian sister, grandmother. When God breathed life into us, He had wonderful plans.”When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, Your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in Your book before one of them came to be.” (Psalms 139:15-16)

If we are the weaker sex, we have only to remember that in our weakness, God’s strength is made perfect (2 Corinthians 12:9). And we can do all things through Him (Philippians 4:13). Be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the floor in the morning, the devil says, “Oh crap, she is up!”

Is there something that God has written in His book for you to do that you have not done yet? Today may be the perfect day to get started on that, Empowered Jesus Girl!

Please share your comments below and share this post with all your friends, the mighty ones and those aspiring to be. I would love to hear everyone’s thoughts and ideas.

Dear Lord: We know without You we are powerless. Thank you for the strength that only You provide and help us to be good stewards of it. First of all, let us use it for You. As the saying goes, “One life will soon be past, only what’s done for Christ will last.” Secondly, if we are married, show us how to encourage our husbands to do Your will. Help us to complete them and to work alongside them in serving You. Empower us to raise our children in the fear and admonition of You, leaving behind a legacy rich in Your love, strength and faithfulness.  Lastly, please surround us with other Christian women in our lives to hold us accountable and to encourage us in fulfilling these wonderful plans You have for us. And teach us how to do the same for them. Thank you, Father. Amen

 

Lovely

Lovely

Whatever is lovely … think about these things. Philippians 4:8

I know you will find this shocking … but I am not always lovely. That is right. If you don’t believe me, just ask my sons. It is hard to believe, I know.

My husband could also tell you some pretty unflattering stuff about me if he were not such a gentleman. Besides, he does not like sleeping in the doghouse, especially in the wintertime.

I don’t know about you, but when my stress and my physical pain are at their highest, that is when I find it the hardest to be lovely. It is then that, despite my best intentions, what I mean to only think comes flying out of my mouth. Romans 7:19 says, “For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing.” This is hardly the lovely picture of grace that I aspire to paint in my life.

We might be able to show loveliness to our acquaintances most of the time, and to our friends a good deal of the time. But those closest to us know us where we live, ugly and all. Nobody knows us as well as God does. And here is the miracle, He loves us anyway, ugly and all.

The truth is that, no matter how hard we try, we cannot paint our own picture of grace. Romans 3:10 says, “There is no one righteous, not even one.” “But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” (Romans 5:8)

If we accept God’s precious gift of grace through Jesus, He floods the canvas of our lives with beautiful colors of forgiveness and love and hope.And what could be more lovely?

How about you? Do you have thoughts of loveliness to share? Please comment below. Thank you!

Dear Lord: Thank you for loving us when we were not lovely and that Your grace is always sufficient. Help us to strive to be more like you. You are altogether lovely. Amen

The Collosal Waves of Grief

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I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you. John 14:18

This place is strangely familiar. I hate it with a passion. I do not want to be here.

Grief is an ocean of collosal waves. And just because I have head knowledge and heart knowledge of them, does not mean that I have any power to escape. I am submerged again.

I just lost someone I love so deeply, my dad. And I am a Daddy’s girl.

I learned the hard way from when my mom went to be with Jesus eight years ago that, if I know what is good for me, I will try my best to roll with these monster waves. I am powerless to fight them anyway.

One minute I find myself treading water, managing, though with great difficulty, to get by. The next, I am swallowed up by a crippling current of tears and anguish, completely engulfed by a suffocating, vast, deep darkness that draws me downward with incredible force.

In the beginning, these waves of grief are enormous and close together and crash over me without mercy. I cannot even catch my breath. I know in time that, although the waves will come less frequently, they will still come and overtake me.

While I know about the grief of losing my parents, lasting comfort is not found in what I know. It is found in Who I know.

Through His son Jesus Christ, God made a way for me to be reunited with my loved ones one day. He has promised to never leave me (Joshua 1:5, Hebrews 13:5). He is committed to making even the worst moments in my life result in good (Romans 8:28-38). And He will give me everything I need to face whatever I encounter in this fallen world (2 Peter 1:3) … even death and these collosal waves.

Dear Lord: Thank you that even death does not separate us from Your love through Christ Jesus. One day You will dry all our tears. But for today, please hold me while I cry. Amen

 

 

Going Home (Daddy’s Girl part 2)

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For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us. Romans 8:18

Last Wednesday, the hospice nurse came into my dad’s room around lunchtime. She told us that Dad’s vitals had changed a bit and that he was continuing to decline slightly more.

Tracy continued, “We tend to die like we live. Your dad has been so strong in his life and been through so much and still kept going. He may linger.” As much as we did not want him to go, it was torture to watch him suffer like this.

Around 2:30 pm, my 21-year-old son, Taylor, came to see his papa one last time. He and I sat and talked and sang to Daddy. Then at 4, Taylor told me he needed to leave soon. I said, “Let’s pray for Papa before you go.”

I stood by my dad’s bedside and read Philippians 3 about the fellowship of our precious Savior’s suffering. With heavy hearts, I took one of Daddy’s hands and Taylor took his other as Taylor began to pray. After a few minutes, he paused and I continued, asking God to have mercy on my dad. “Jesus died for our sins and You resurrected him and I know You want to do that for my dad.”

Taylor prayed again, “That same power that raised Jesus from the grave lives in my Papa.”

Daddy took one breath and let it out … peace … I opened my eyes to see him looking up like he was looking at me. But I really know he was looking at something past me. I believe at that moment, he saw Jesus, and that was when his peace came. And seeing Jesus gave him the courage to take the next step.

After about a minute, he took one more breath, then his body relaxed and he closed his eyes. He was home.

The Holy Spirit’s peace flooded that room like a river, and Taylor and I both felt it. Through tears, Taylor said, “ And some people don’t believe there is a God.”

At that moment, I could envision my dad lying on his face before Jesus and worshiping him as Jesus said, “Well done, my good and faithful servant.” I believe that Jesus probably then took him by the hand and said, “Come on. I have something to show you.”

I know he was reunited with Mama and his other loved ones who have gone before him. The rest, I can only imagine. But one day I am going to be with them all and find out for myself.

Dear Lord: Thank you for the promise of Heaven and for your Son Jesus making a way for us to be there together with You forever. We praise You that Daddy is with You, well and whole, and for Your mercy and grace in his life and for giving us Your peace. While our earthly father is now in heaven,  You, our Heavenly Father, are here with us on earth, so I know we can do this. Amen

 

 

Daddy’s Girl

“Come unto me, all ye who labor and are heavy-laden,

and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28  

I walked into the room and stood quietly as I watched the nurse trying to feed him his pureed supper. He was not himself. He was arguing with someone who wasn’t there. I swallowed my tears hard knowing I couldn’t fall apart. That’s my daddy. I’m his girl.

He had had yet another terrible reaction to medication. That was Thanksgiving.

For 27 years, Parkinson’s disease has hammered and shaken his body, trying to break him. Still he has kept pressing, kept trying, kept going. In 2008, the love of his life, my mom, passed away from cancer, shattering his heart into a million pieces. Still he has kept pressing, kept trying, kept going. Then in 2011, a heart attack tore at his broken heart again. Still he has kept pressing, kept trying, kept going. In 2013, Parkinson’s took one of his favorite things, his ability to eat food normally. Since that time, even his water has been honey thickness and he has often told me pureed food tastes awful. In the last year, he has lost his ability to speak in a way to be understood. Still he has kept trying, kept going. He is my hero!

This Christmas God answered our prayers and Daddy had a rare good day and was able to come home and spend it with our family. He ate a huge supper which he loved and then he sang Christmas songs and hymns with us through the evening. We took him back to the nursing home late that night with a wide grin on his face. It was a precious Christmas gift from God that I will cherish the rest of my life.

At midnight on New Year’s Eve, the realization struck my heart that I would probably lose my dad in 2016. I just did not know it would be so quickly.

A few days ago, he had a terrible bout with choking. The nurse called to tell us that our worst fears were realized, he was completely losing his ability to swallow. While they have offered him food and drink, he has not been able to accept it or tolerate it. It has always been his desire to not have a feeding tube. That’s my daddy. Brave till the end. But I’m his girl and it has broken my heart into a million pieces. My dad will soon be with Jesus. Hospice has told us it could be any time.

Yesterday he seemed alert, though distant and restless. I loved on him, sang to him, read scripture to him, trying desperately to comfort him, and I told him “I love you” about fifteen times. Each time praying that he could tell me back just one more time. Then he finally mouthed the words I longed to hear. It was another blessing that I will carry with me all of my life.

Naively, I had thought that if he could say “I love you” one more time, that I could endure letting him go. No … Today, I realized I need to hear it again. I can never hear it enough. He’s my daddy. I’m his girl.

Soon Daddy will get a new, disease-free body and he will be healed. He will get to hear our Savior say, “Well done, my good and faithful servant.” I praise my Big, Big God for that and for the life Daddy has led and the legacy he leaves behind! I have no words to express how happy I am for him! But I admit selfishly, I am so sad for me (destroyed in fact). I just wish it were easier to say goodbye. He’s my daddy, and I will forever be his girl.

Lord, Thank you for sending Your son Jesus to die for us to make a way for us to live forever in heaven with you and our loved ones. We praise you that our suffering on earth can never compare to the rewards waiting for us in heaven. Thank you for healing my dad. Please hold his hand all the way home and hold our family’s hands as we watch him go. Amen

Left Behind in a Parking Lot

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The LORD keeps watch over you as you come and go, both now and forever. Psalm 121:8

I had just one hour before I needed to meet my son at home. I parked my car crooked in the space next to the shopping cart rack and rushed into the store, clicking my remote back over my shoulder as I listened for the familiar beep.

As I rounded the corner toward the register, I checked off the last item on my grocery list and glanced at my phone. Good, I had 30 minutes and it only took 20 minutes to get there. I could just make it. I hurried to the car, slung the bags into the trunk, twisted the cart around into the rack, and sped out of the parking lot toward home.

When I arrived, the first thing I did was reach for my purse. The second thing was practically have a heart attack. My purse was not there.

It held my license, my debit cards, my credit cards and all the money that my husband had given me for Christmas. The list went on and on in my mind. Like any respectable Southern girl, I carry a pretty big pocket book. My eyes welled up with tears in utter hopelessness.

I flew into the house and frantically dialed the number for the grocery store. A young lady answered and I asked for a manager. She said that they were all in a meeting. Reluctantly, I told her my shameful secret. I had left my purse at her store. She asked my name. Then came the words I longed to hear, “We have it in the cash room.” I hope she is not having hearing loss now. I yelled “Praise God!!!” right into her ear.

I had not been paying attention, but my big God was. He sent along an anonymous male Furman student, who found the purse and took it to the cashier, who carried it to the customer service manager, who contacted the accounting manager, who locked it up in the cash room waiting for my call.

Miracles still happen in 2016 and God still does good things through good people. Yep, even my change was there.

What about you? How have you seen God show Himself to you through people lately? Isn’t He awesome!?

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Dear Lord: Thank you for these good, honest people who helped me at the grocery store and for using them to show me that You are always watching out for me even when I am too busy and do really dumb things. Amen

 

 

 

A New Thing.

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Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert. Isaiah 43:19

 

I have a confession to make. Quite some time ago, God called me to start a blog.

I could offer you a lot of excuses why it has not happened until now. Business challenges. Health challenges. Parenting challenges. Caregiving challenges. Life challenges. Time Management challenges. Wilderness challenges.

The truth is life is one big, fat, overwhelming challenge. Period. But, then again, I am not telling you anything that you don’t already know.

It is not that I have not been obedient exactly. I have been busy. I have spent a lot of time getting ready to get ready. I have finally discovered two things:

-that I will never start unless getting started becomes more important than getting ready.

-that the best way to get something done is to begin.

Most importantly, even at the risk of failing, I absolutely owe it to God to do what He asks me to do. He has been more than faithful to me always and I want to be faithful to Him. God has promised that He will even make a way in the wilderness, and He has definitely done that in my life. So it is time for me to make a way for Him in my life and step out with this new thing He is calling me to.

So here goes …

Welcome to my new blog! Take a look around and check out the other pages. I plan to blog weekly and I hope you will join in with comments and discussions. To receive the blog via email, please register to the right of the page. I am looking so forward to having you here. Welcome!

Now …

What about you? Is God calling you to do a new thing in 2016?

I would love to hear from you in comments below.

Dear Lord: As a new year begins, help us to step out in new resolve for You. May we never forget that you even make a way for us in the wilderness and that Your grace is sufficient always.  Amen