Because of Three Drummer Boys

Little Drummer BoySometimes God kisses us in a way that involves so many facets of our life it is hard to describe. I’ve wanted to write about this for three weeks but didn’t know what direction to go. As I’m starting this blog, the two constants I see in this story are that #1 God gives us each other to connect and lift each other up, and #2 while in that state, as we lift others up, we get our eyes off our self and new life is poured into us as we pour out to others, which becomes a circle of love that can only be explained by God.

I’ll start at the beginning…When Taylor died, my new friend and cemetery buddy, Susan, told me about her “Ryan Tree”. They set it up each year and add a new ornament in honor of their son. I loved that idea, so I bought a little “Taylor-Woodsy” tree that stuck out of a cabin and started that tradition for our family.

After four years of buying ornaments, the little tree was looking floppy with the big ornaments I chose, and I wanted to put all Taylor’s childhood ornaments on it, so this year I got a tall skinny tinsel tree from Walmart. This new shiny tree stands in our family room so everyone can see it in the busiest part of our home. Photo ornaments, and all the kids’ baby’s first year ornaments, along with Taylor’s, grace this sweet memory tree and Josie has added a couple of hers along with her candy canes, making it not just a signature of the past, but a reminder of our new life and making new memories to cherish.

In October, I hit a new low emotionally. In four years, two of my four parents and a couple friends had recently died along with our son, then in September, our niece took her life. Even with the strong faith I have, I felt helpless to do anything about my depression. I found it difficult to even pray. Trying to grow into a festive Christmas spirit with my elementary music students as we prepared for our December program, I tried to climb out of the pit I was in.  What happened next was part of the key that turned my heart around as God splashed renewed joy over my heart.

This year, my second graders are singing Little Drummer Boy in our Christmas program. As we started practicing in October, I realized I did not have a Drummer Boy ornament for Taylor’s tree. From the womb, a drummer, he used to walk around our home as a little tike, before he got his drum set, singing the same line over and over, “Rum pa pum pum, Rum pa pump um.”

Being the most logical ornament to find for him, I sat down on Ebay and began looking for our 2017 ornament. Noticing the many Drummer Boy ornaments were from Hallmark and dated, I considered all the years that might be available.

“What year should I pick?…Why not his birth year, 1989!”

Not thinking there would be a 1989 for me, I hit search and there was one! I immediately purchased it and at a very reasonable rate! When it arrived, attached was a sweet note from a woman named Sherry. I sensed from her wording, she shared my faith, so I decided to email her, thank her and tell her why this Little Drummer Boy meant so much to me. Two days later, she replied and that started a circle of prayer and love that has evolved into this blogging.

To start with, Sherry told me her husband is a drummer, making it extra special. She then explained how glad she was that we got the ornament and then briefly shared why she was selling so many items. After her husband’s job loss and the news of their almost-four-year-old grandson being diagnosed with a rare disease, she decided to sell her “new” items in their home to help pay for expenses.

I began to pray for this family and it took my eyes off my losses and gave me purpose to pray for life to be poured into this family. As I prayed for them, my prayer life began to return and I became more intentional about praying for others in my life. Into November, I found life begin to return in my heart and mind. I’ve experienced this before but had forgotten how wonderful and healing it feels to get my hands off my wounds so God can heal them as I reach my heart and hands out to others to help them.

After asking more questions, I found that this family has been through a tornado of events, literally! It started with the Illinois tornado of 2013 (the same year our son died) and progressed from there with many more major disappointments. My heart aches for them yet I sense a strength in my new friend that I know can only come from Jesus.

I’ve prayed and asked the Lord how He wanted me to help them further. While I’ve purchased another item, I decided the most logical way is to ask all my friends to pray for a miracle for them and also suggest you look at Sherry’s E bay site. Maybe there is something you need for a gift this Christmas! She sells new things at great prices and has excellent ratings, that I can attest to. Right now, she has a lot of darling Christmas items, collectibles, including Dickens Village items, and some classy shoes, clothing and accessories, plus she is adding more every week. https://www.ebay.com/sch/garsher/m.html?_nkw=&_armrs=1&_ipg=&_from=

The way God works through each of us is amazing. Sherry and her “Drummer Boy” husband sacrificed their special “Drummer Boy” ornament, not knowing how deeply it would bless me as I remembered my “Little Drummer Boy”. I got my eyes off myself and began praying which led to a deeper prayer life, which led to joy returning to my heart and life! I love how God connects us in His tapestry that only He can create!

I challenge you to look beyond your current pain and ask God who he wants you to touch next and expect something sweet!

1 Thessalonians 5:10-11 – The Message

Whether we’re awake with the living or asleep with the dead, we’re alive with him! So speak encouraging words to one another. Build up hope so you’ll all be together in this, no one left out, no one left behind. I know you’re already doing this; just keep on doing it.

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MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM THE WOOD HOME!

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Hummingbird Kisses

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Photo by Peggy Ware

God kissed us in many ways in the days prior to Taylor’s burial and memorial. This excerpt from my book shows God’s compassion in that sharp immediate grief and the continued compassion with a little miracle kiss He gave me today in my dulled grief.

Friday, July 26th was Taylor’s burial and over 100 people attended. His amazing friends and brothers, those who had been his groomsmen, were the pall bearers, including his friend Trevor Powers who had quit his world music tour to attend. Such a sacrifice of love overwhelmed me. Taylor and Michelle’s marriage counselor, John, who had also married them, came home from a long trip to help with the burial and memorial. He and his wife, Pauletta, spoke, and our godson, Josh, lead us in a couple songs of worship. Deciding against a casket flower drape, we loved Pauletta’s idea to hand out red roses for people to place on the casket after they shared stories of Taylor. Many shared fun anecdote’s and touching moments that started healing in our hearts. Stories were dying down and it was evident we were going to be leaving soon.

Sitting under the canopy tent resting in the quiet for a moment, we suddenly saw a hummingbird hovering over the flowers on the casket. It looked over the span of all the people, seeming to look into our families’ eyes, then flew part way into the congregation under the tent, stopping and looking, then moving to the back doing the same before it flew off. Everyone gasped in awe with no words to respond at the precious beauty of that moment.

The funeral director, cautiously stepped up to the microphone, clearing his throat, “I never speak at memorial services, but I have to say something. In all my fifteen years of doing services at this cemetery, I have never once seen a hummingbird up here.”

We all knew it was another kiss from God.

At this writing moment, four years later, I have had a really hard time with physical grief memory. My body aches the same way it did the week our son left. The week of Taylor’s death anniversary, two weeks ago, I had not seen a hummingbird on our feeder all summer, although Angie and Josie had seen a couple. I asked the Lord if he could please let me see one sometime this year. From the next morning on, I have seen one every day. The last few days I have been sick and extra heavy in my heart. This morning, I opened the sliding door to let our dachshunds out. Sticking my head out to see what the temperature was, a hummingbird was less than two feet away from me looking directly into my eyes!  God knew I needed a big kiss today. He is so good!

ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF THE JOURNEY

 

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DUSTY ROADSIDE BEAUTY

Most of my Facebook friends watched our dead van dilemma this past week at the end of our Inzane Valkyrie Motor Cycle Rally in Billings, Montana. Now the rest of the story…

After 5.5 hours of sleep in two days and eight hours of roller-coaster decisions trying to decide to fix our car or buy a new one in Billings, we headed home, a day late, to Boise in a newly purchased van. Louise, Raymond’s wife rode shotgun with me driving, and her brother-in-law, Merle, minus his out-of-order Harley (left in Billings), rode in the seat behind me. On Valkyrie’s, leading our pack, were my man, Gary, and his biker buddies, Greg, Dave, and Raymond – Louise’s husband. We were still reflecting on the bright side to our challenging previous day: My car incident, we all believe, quite possibly saved Merle from having a roadside problem or worse with his Harley.

That stressful day behind, tired, yet eager to get home and see some never-seen-by-me-Idaho scenery along the way, I joyfully set off toward Boise. Our friend Greg, an ingenious mapping navigator and adventurer chose a route that was faster and more scenic than the other Eastern Idaho highway routes available. Our drive was filled with stunning beauty and fun. Getting to know my friends better with delightful chatter was uplifting and helped the time pass.

Journeying through from Bozeman and West Yellowstone, the Gallatin River Valley and the Caribou-Targhee National Forest, we then meandered and headed towards tiny Dubois, Idaho. Soon, we found ourselves staring at a dirt road. Unsure of the trail ahead, the guys asked a passing rancher how far the road went. Still uncertain from his vague answers to their questions, we pushed on through the new adventure.

There were times I would start to grumble at the rough road worried about the boys eating dust, then I would see the spectacular scenery and divert my attitude. Despite wondering when it would end, we enjoyed the amazing God painted ranch-land and more chatter. After twenty miles of beauty mixed with dust, we stopped at the end with paved road ahead, black angus milling around the ditches. Just before stopping, we noticed two young women carrying backpacks, obviously exhausted, who were also ending the twenty-mile journey on foot. Getting out of my car, I grabbed my phone to capture the scenery I had longed to photograph over the previous three hours. We all walked towards the girls, Dave getting to them first to ask about their adventure.

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Kelsey and Chardonnay had started from the Mexican border in April and were traveling the Continental Divide up to the Canadian border! https://wanderingchardonnay.wordpress.com/ These young ladies touched our hearts in a special way as we heard their stories as they reflected perseverance and fun determined spirits. After listening to anecdotes from these precious girls, taking photos, and sharing snacks with them, we drove off, amazed at our crossing paths. As we contemplated our two-day journey, I realized if my car hadn’t broken down when it did and we had not been detained a full day, God not only saved Merle from an uncomfortable situation, but his perfect timing provided a moment in the middle of nowhere for us to meet some amazing young women accomplishing a daunting task.

When we are on the rough roads of our life journey, we wonder if times of struggle will ever end. This week he reminded me that the rough road is part of the journey and adventure but he is faithful to give us times of respite and treasures along the way.

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BEAUTIFUL ENDING TO A FUN WEEK!

Grateful for Chains?

Philippians 1:12-14 NIV

Now I want you to know, brothers, that what has happened to me has really served to advance the gospel. As a result, it has become clear throughout the whole palace guard and to everyone else that I am in chains for Christ. Because of my chains, most of the brothers in the Lord have been encouraged to speak the word of God more courageously and fearlessly.

Sitting in my hotel room, alone in Montana, this morning, Sunday, June 25, 2017, while waiting for Gary to arrive, I was contemplating working on my book, but just can’t seem to get my brain or my spirit around it. Doubting if I should even finish this book or just focus on other things and people in life, I struggle to think then pray.

Jesus, would you please direct me and show me how you want me to spend my time this morning?

Receiving word, very early today, that the sister of Taylor’s high school girlfriend was killed in a car wreck, leaving two small daughters, I wasn’t sure I could write. Tragedy hits again in the wake of the loss of my friends, Travis and Debbie, all within one month. Overwhelming chains weighing on my friends’ families.

Praying. Phone calls with just love and mourning together. Text messages of love. More tears for all.

Knowing I just need Jesus, I open my Bible, and can’t see to read, so missing a few sermons from church, I log on to my church’s website sermon audio files and try to pick one I missed. If I can’t read the Word of God, I can listen to it. Wanting to choose the most recent, instead logic (God) tells me I should pick the first one I missed, even though the title, Gospel Chains didn’t sound interesting or pertinent, since I’m not in prison. (Yes, I am dense sometimes).

Listening to Rodd Ritchie speak on our chains in life and how God uses painful situations to share his love with the world, I begin to reflect on my circumstances and was strengthened in my resolve to write to encourage others who have gone through the same things I have. While I am at peace with losing a child, and learning to have peace with a hurting grieving family, I spend tons of time in doubt about my purpose in all this pain.

Why my story; so many others have gone through the same thing? I’m not a trained journalist! Do I have what it takes? Why do I want to share this story? Are my motives right? Am I sufficiently pointing people to God? Why am I doubting Christ in me?

So, as I’m listening to this sermon, encouraging strength returns as I hear of other stories of pain where God has used tragedies to share his love – Dr. Kim from South Korea, Paul in prison, among others, friends and family my pastor knows. These people didn’t plan to share their stories elaborately, nor was it them who caused the seeds of their stories to grow in the hearts of others. They just loved and shared – period!

Each time, someone loses a loved one, my heart breaks again for them with the same pain I felt when Taylor died. While it can exhaust me at times, it is not a bad pain, but a blessing of love that I know only comes from God as his compassion must pour out of my heart into theirs. God, personally, and many others poured this same love and hope into me to prepare me for loss as I grew up and others after Taylor went to heaven, so it is a totally natural thing to pass it onto others.

Listening to this sermon, I reflected on my hope shared in the current losses of others and I also realized, how God did this again with someone who wasn’t currently hurting. Last night, I walked into the hotel restaurant alone. While I am pretty comfortable eating alone with my phone, it is usually an awkward situation for many, especially those watching us who dine solo, thankful it is not them. Another lone woman cautiously asked me if I’d like to join her. Always up for an adventure, I thanked her and moved to her table as others in the restaurant smiled watching a stranger showing kindness towards me.

We shared our vastly polar reasons for being in Montana; me attending a motorcycle club convention with my husband and she, a keynote speaker at a convention. As we talked, I could see she was an intelligent highly educated veterinary professor with logical analyses of life. I didn’t sense we shared the same faith or interests, yet we found interesting conversation as I listened, fascinated with her line of work. She calmly, yet passionately explained how her job works, caring for students working with large and small animals at her university. We discussed all my last five crazy dogs, their temperaments and maladies with humor and laughter. My potentially lonely evening turned into a fun learning experience for me with a new friend, despite our differences.

Near the end of our meal, we exhausted the animal world and moved on to our families which always leads to the passing of our son. When giving a picture our beloved children, I brought Taylor up lightly but she asked for a bit more information. Within about five minutes, I shared Taylor’s passion and hope, thus my hope and some of the good that has come out of our loss. Surprisingly, this seemingly emotionally guarded woman teared up. I was touched by her compassion, but felt I needed to stop talking about me. After a bit of silence, I asked about her family. She shared and then it was time to part ways.

Who knows how much of a seed of hope for now or in the future will take root in this woman’s life from my brief story. Throughout my life, others shared their hope in the midst of their chains and thus gave me hope, courage and strength when I needed it most. So, today, my confidence was strengthened that sharing love and hope from the chains of life with this woman, I planted a seed of hope in God in her life. God is the one who will make it grow, I just share God’s story in my life.

So, what chains in life are holding you down? Have you found purpose in your pain in sharing with others? It doesn’t have to be written in a book. Like this morning, just crying with a friend who lost her granddaughter. Like last night just mentioning a short story of hope from your life with a random stranger. For my precious friends in deep loss right now, don’t try to process what you need to do, just rest in Jesus and he will open doors for you to share as you walk this journey.

That voiced, onto writing a book about hope to share with others. I won’t worry about it being well done today, my editor and God will help with that. All this from asking Jesus to direct my day. He is so faithful…

 

Mothers’ Day Prayer for My Children

Praying Scripture Over My Children

I have learned over the 30 years of parenting that praying for my children, especially as adult children, accomplishes more in their lives than lecturing them. My prayers have not been just for salvation during their lives but for abundant life in Jesus on earth. I believe in the power of intentional prayers and have seen many answers from praying scripture over my kids.

Two friends have asked me to share my Armor of God prayer I began to pray over our kids weekly this year. So for my wonderful children, Shawn, Angie, Josie, Drew, Bethany, Michelle, Paul and their new little one. I’m praying this for you all, thankful this Mother’s Day for each of you.

I’ve included Ephesians 3:16-21 which I’ve prayed since their early teen years and had etched on the back our family bench over our graves next to Taylor’s.

Ephesians 6:10-17 NIV (Italics mine).

The Armor of God

10 Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. 11 Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. 12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. 13 Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. 

Lord I pray my children (name them) will always recognize and take hold of your strength and mighty power in their lives. I pray they will put on your full armor to stand against the enemy and his minions.

I pray they will see who is the real enemy, (not those in their conflict), and use this armor as you meant it to be used. I ask that you remind them to trust you with all you have equipped them to fight these battles. Help them know that most battles are won standing still in defense, with your armor, praying while you fight the battles for them.

14 Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, 

 I ask that you remind them to stand firmly with truth in front of their eyes and that your truth is not clouded by deception, desires and the world. I pray your truth will be highlighted with your glory in their eyes so there is no doubt of your reality.

with the breastplate of righteousness in place, 

I ask that you remind them of your righteousness given to them from the sacrifice of Jesus on the cross and that they walk as ones right with you, in honor as a child of the One True King.

15 and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. 

Lord, help them to walk in your shoes ready to share the gospel of peace with everyone they meet. Whether it is in word or actions, may all those they meet sense your love and ask from where their peace comes.

16 In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one.

As the enemy attacks and seeks to destroy and bring doubt in the trials of life, help them lift up their shields of faith with eternal unseen eyes that will eliminate these flaming arrows, knowing you will win the war with them.

17 Take the helmet of salvation 

Please let them be ever confident in the gift of eternal life which they have accepted from you. Let them always be conscious of this amazing gift and walk in the light that comes from your resurrection power.

and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.

 I ask that they desire your Word and that the truth taken from your Word throughout their lives will be on the tips of their tongues as they use it in battle and share it in love with others to be able to give an answer to those that ask from where their hope comes.

Ephesians 3:16-21 NIV

Finally, Lord,

16 I pray that out of his glorious riches you strengthen my children with power through your Spirit in their inner being, 17 so that Christ may dwell in their hearts through faith. And I pray that they, being rooted and established in love, 18 may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, 19 and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that they may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.

20 Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, 21 to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.

 

Silence in The Divine Romance

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My life has been a habitual journey of looking for God in everything.
Listening for his loud exclamations of adoration towards me and searching for gifts of obvious truth for my life in his Word, creation, in small and large miracles, have been the highlights of my life. His acts of revelation are how he romances us drawing us closer to himself and to remind us he is still here. The footprints of his love are everywhere to be found if we only keep our eyes and ears open, anticipating his next act of love.

When our son died, this habit was the tool that gave me strength to survive. God frequently revealed his love to me in special ways from the hummingbird, never seen before, at the cemetery which hovered over Taylor’s casket, looked at us all then flew over us, to dreams that comforted my heart, gave me hope and spoke to me clearly what God wanted to change in my heart. I began to expect constant clear signs of love from him, especially this summer as I had planned to finish my book about my life journey and God’s hand in our grief.

However, this past June started another season of God’s silence. Voicing my concern about this, my boss, Shelly, reminded me that God often says the most in his sweet whispers. I was asking for fireworks and needed to patiently wait for sweet candlelight. This started a deep season of listening and I did hear his whisper as he directed my plans for finishing a book, instead, towards grieving the loss of my mom and stepdad, spending time with friends and family plus harvesting an abundance of fruit in our back yard, which in itself is a text book of God’s wisdom! School started the week after we returned from my mom’s memorial. Back to a more rigorous teaching schedule, I’ve struggled with God’s apparent continued silence.

Guilt began to set in because I was REALLY getting tired of his silence at the same time wondering if I was doing something wrong as I felt so dry in my walk.  It was hard dealing with remorse for wanting more from the Creator of the Universe. While I forced myself to read my Bible each day, it was difficult to trust not knowing if God was going to say anything that would give me a spark of inspiration.

Reading the Psalms encouraged and reminded me that David too cried out to God, his Rock, to not be silent.

Psalm 28:1 (NIV)
To you, Lord, I call;
you are my Rock,
do not turn a deaf ear to me.
For if you remain silent,
I will be like those who go down to the pit.

Psalm 83:1 (ESV)
O God, do not keep silence;
do not hold your peace or be still, O God!

Here was the man after God’s heart telling him to not be still! It made me laugh but at the same time gave me boldness to humbly continue to ask God to help me hear his words of love and guidance. In his sweet faithful patience, he did again, quietly.

My Lord gently surprised me one day around our wedding anniversary. After Taylor’s death, as I’ve said before, Gary and I began our journey of grief pretty much separately. He was unable to show his love well to me while drowning in grief. I was unable to show my love adequately to him as his weight of grief was too heavy for me to carry. Yet there was one constant thing we both knew for sure, we loved each other. Many times the best we could do was to sit on our porch swing and silently look at the stars or watch a movie together.

It’s been an up and down journey the last few years, but over the last few months, the Lord whispered to me to spend more time with Gary, rather than in writing. He quietly encouraged to me to trust Gary’s love and more purposefully show my love to him with his love languages, quality time and physical touch. I began to, once again, look for ways to spend time with him. If he asked me to go on an errand with him, even if it wasn’t convenient, I went. God reminded me to stop and rub Gary’s tense shoulders, even if I was feeling weak that day. Purposefully making him meals that he loved, even if they weren’t on my health-kick diet, became a habit again. I wrote him a letter and made  a video of our lives that affirmed his love and his pain which touched his heart deeper than I expected. That special peace in our marriage again began to grow.

On our 33rd Anniversary in September, Gary started to respond like the man I married and there was a spark of life in him as we celebrated the best anniversary since Taylor had gone to Heaven. He romanced me in the ways he knew I loved, a sweet card with words of encouragement, suggestions to go out to dinner and planning our next getaway. That comfortable long-life love began to show itself in our relationship even though it had been dormant off and on for three years. It wasn’t fireworks, but definitely sparklers coming alive again in our marriage.

As I meditated on this last week and looked into Gary’s eyes, I felt tears of awe as I realized he was unintentionally reminding me, through our love, that God does not always romance us with wine and roses every day either, yet his comforting love is always present and faithful.

Zephaniah 3: 17 is a verse that has fascinated me the last few years as I get energized hearing the words,

“he will rejoice over you with gladness” and
“he will exult over you with loud singing.”

It’s amazing how I missed the phrase between these two,

“he will quiet you by his love”.

God quietly revealed to me, through my husband, that he is not a boring lover. He wants to share times of silence with us just looking at the stars, gentle times of reminding us in whispers of his love in our quiet times, as well as delighting over us with shouts of his adoration and revelations of plans for our lives.

If the Divine Romance was always fireworks and loud surprises, we would miss the quiet and silent moments that fuel us with peace and deep confidence that our Lord’s love is solid whether he is shouting, speaking softly over us or loving us in silence.

Fully Living After Loss

 

Fully Live signature jpgSince our son Taylor’s Heaven-going journey, three years ago, I have had people frequently comment on my strength, often adding they would never make it through my journey. This statement tends to always make me uncomfortable because, while I want to appreciate the affirmation of what Christ is doing through me, I know I’m not strong. I tell them it’s all Jesus, but recently I asked the Lord to help me break this down simply to help them not live in fear of loss.

It’s actually very simple. I do nothing but decide, when I wake up, that I will trust my Creator and Savior. In every moment, I know I must intentionally keep my eyes on the hope of Heaven, remember my feet are on Earth, respecting my grief. It’s crucial I trust in two things. First I trust in Jesus’ power of His forgiveness for my sins and my son’s sins given at the cross. Second, to really live in joy, it’s imperative that I trust the power of His resurrection which provides an abundant life here and hope of eternity for all who believe. I like how my pastor put it so well last week, I must live my life in “Light of the Resurrection”. Recognizing this I have no fear of death or of living a life here without my son. As Paul put it so perfectly, “For me to live is Christ. To die is gain.”

Those who know me well, know there are many days I am not looking strong as I neglect my intentional plan and fear can grip me, especially fear for challenges my family members may be facing, especially my earth-bound children. Spending quiet time with God is the powering root to my trust and peace. Without it, I’m a pitifully weak basket case!

The Easter season after Taylor died, Bethany’s boyfriend died. I was agonizing in prayer over her pain, and the Holy Spirit very clearly spoke to my heart, “Carla, why can you so fully trust me to hold Taylor in Heaven, but you can’t seem to trust me with your children on Earth?”

I remember those words frequently as I pray for our three earth-bound children, but in order to not respond like a freaking-out crazy mom, I must intentionally believe each day that He meant what He said and will take care of my family on Earth. Fortunately, when I fail in this, He pats me on the back and says, “Let’s try this again…” So patient, is my Jesus.

On this third anniversary of our precious son’s passing, I am happy to say the routine of trust gets easier from my growing love for my Savior out of necessity of clinging to Him. I truly could not do this life without Him.

2 Corinthians 4:18
So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.

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