#rediscover

Over the past several weeks – that have turned into months – I have found myself struggling to find the right words to share.

My senses and emotions are on overload! Things around me are starting to bring a pain into my heart like I have never felt before.

I have always been one easily brought to tears. My children will testify to that!

But this pain…

weighty

sobering

foreign

very, very unfamiliar.

I have tried to stick my head in the sand and just do life as usual, but something inside me won’t let go.

My upcoming posts on books read, projects to work on or things I’ve learned about myself seem trivial and unimportant. Like there is a greater cause to look at – the world outside my door.

It’s the generations being lost – gun violence, sex trafficking, drug abuse, abandonment, diseases yanking life out from underneath our feet. Its the depths of darkness that loom in the human soul squashing any hope of ight. Its the arrogance of people refusing to love because they won’t let the potential of a brighter future flourish in a world filled with humans who make mistakes. Its determining to cause suffering on groups of individuals who believe differently than you do. Its fear looming so large in a world, where greatness has been bestowed on individuals to make a difference, that it paralyzes us to activity because someone might not agree its the thing to do.

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These things have shown a great light on the blinds of my heart. They have revealed the dimness inside because I have shielded myself from participating. With excuses all poured out – none left to speak, I have placed myself before Father and uttered, “But what can I do?”

Not out of courage are those words spoken. They are whispered as a scared, somewhat puny 51 year old who really doesn’t understand why NOW this pain has entered in.

Over the past couple of days I have laid all this out over the alter asking Father what I do with all this. Where do I place this pain within myself to reconcile some peace, in a place filled with people that seem hell bent on destroying? And yet again, the question passes from whisper, “Why here (my heart)?”, “Why Now?”.

In my reading I ran across one of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr’s first sermons, Rediscovering Lost Values. Inside this sweet hidden jewel he spoke these words.

“If we are to go forward, if we are to make this a better world in which to live, we’ve got to go back. We’ve got to rediscover these precious values that we’ve left behind.”

He lists two essential values in this sermon given in 1954…

All reality hinges on moral foundations, and

All reality has spiritual control.

This sermon touched me deep!

It opened my eyes to understand my pain has come because we have left Jesus behind. This world has deemed His message as outdated and out of touch…irrelevant.

How can that be though…

I hear people shouting, crying and begging for love and acceptance.

How can He been seen as outdated and irrelevant when He gives this as a commandment,

“Love your neighbor as [you do] yourself.”

-Matthew 22:38 AMP

With all that said, I have a challenge…#rediscover!

Look to the books of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. Rediscover Jesus for yourself.

Not as your parents Jesus…

Not the Jesus of the media…

But for yourself.

Read His words, hear His message for yourself. As you do, please be willing to keep an open heart and mind.

Do this and see if you still believe He is irrelevant and outdated.

Our world needs a generation to #rediscover.

Our world needs families once sold out on the message of Christ to #rediscover.

Is the world to big for you? Then do it for your neighbor…

Do it for yourself!

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The Re’s of Life

I am in the process of re-inventing relationship with my dad. Since the onset of his dementia I am walking through a season of re-growth with him. (Read more about that here.)

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We are having to re-create and re-define how we interact with one another. Although he still knows I am his daughter, my name isn’t so easily re-called.

His past memories seem to be occupying more of his mind lately, so we stroll down memory lane a lot. I have learned to find the joy in that because he seems to recollect memories that bring a smile to his face and twinkle to his eye.

I also have learned to embrace those moments when his mind allows me a faint glimpse of the man I know and remember.

Those times engulf me like a big hug.

One such hug was a day I found my dad sitting at a table with a group of people playing dominoes.

When he saw me walk in he said “hi” with a big smile and introduced me to the group. “This is my daughter, Stacy. Do you mind if she joins us?”

I sat down next to him and he proceeded to kick all our butts…in dominoes!

And he knew it!

I have never been so happy to lose.

This day was such a reminder to me on how important it is to feel remembered, known, and cherished.

It was such a beautiful picture of how Jesus greets us every time we come to the table to sit with Him.

The only difference…

He re-positions us to win every time. (1 Cor. 15:57, 1 John 5:4)

RE is defined…again, or again, and again. Which indicates to me it is an active and continual process.

EVEN WHEN WE MISS A FEW VISITS!

Legacy of the Sunday Roast

This is Gift #4 in my series “Gifts From Mom”

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One of the things, as a kid, I really looked forward to every week was Pot Roast Sunday. Yum!

Anyone who knew my Momma (a.k.a.-Tutu to her grands) would know cooking was not something she enjoyed.

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Bloom Strong

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I received this card from a dear friend and was so inspired by its simple message that I framed it. Those two little words bring a smile to my face and encourage me to continue blooming.

As April came to an end and I read this familiar phrase, I asked myself if there was anything about me that needed a little tending so that I could bloom strong.

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