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Why do I forget what I know?

Why do I overlook the obvious?

Why do I look for what I need in the wrong places?

Why do I look at all, when what I need is right in front of me?

“A man of many companions may come to ruin,
but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.”
Proverbs 18:24

3cc4f3db908903d40e74834f0fc5823dWhen we experience disappointment, loss, loneliness, discouragement … and we all will … it is important to remember that we are never alone, and that all that this Earth and life offer (people and things) is dust in the light of what god offers.

We have all had hours, days, weeks, even years when it seems as though there is no hope at all in our life. The future, whether tomorrow of every tomorrow until our last breath, can appear to us to be void of any hope.

But we have it all wrong!

Our hope is not in ourselves or our abilities.

Our hope is not in our families.

Our hope is not in our job.

Our hope is in nothing but Christ.

He is always with us … “And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.” Matthew 28:20

He is always for us … “For I know the plans I have for you,” says the LORD. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.” Jeremiah 29:11

He is our strength  … “I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” Isaiah 41:10

This song came on the radio one day, when hope seemed lost:

“You hear me when I call
You are my morning song
Though darkness fills the night
It can not hide the light
Whom shall I fear?”

Along with the fitting lyrics of that song, were the words I had written on My Loves page, Numero-Uno. It was a good reminder to me that my hope is not in anyone, but Christ.

The words of that page were written on a ‘good’ day, but they are true for every day!

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It is said that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. The way to a mother’s heart is quite a different route.

There are so many things that one can do to win the favor of one who is a mother. You can make a meal for her family. You can tell her she looks great (even with bags under her eyes from a sleepless babe, or talkative teen keeping her up at night). You can compliment her home, her work, her husband.

There is only one way to win the heart of a mother … say or do something nice, kind, or generous, for her child.

Just the other day, I got a text from hubby, telling me that a man in our church was gone. He was ninety-one years old, had a beautiful wife (just days from their sixty-sixth anniversary), supportive children, and his body had simply given in to the effects of aging. This man was dearly loved, by all who knew him. He was an amazing support to my hubby, teaching, mentoring and supporting him in a gentle, fatherly way. I always received words of encouragement, and love from him.

The thing I appreciated most about this man was that he told us, many times, that he prayed for our kids. In this act of love, he won the heart of this mother.

In hearing of his death, I felt the loss of the dear man who really knew how to love.

I also feel the weight of the loss of his prayers for my kids.

To know that someone is praying for your kids, is to know of a magical-like experience. There is a sense of other-worldly connection with that person. There is a sense of receiving love that is out of this world amazing.

To hear someone say, “I pray for your children” is to have won the lottery. Not because there is anything ‘magical’ about praying (God is not a sugar daddy who delivers all that we want), but because it is the act of love that cannot be adequately thanked for. It is not an act of love that gets acclaim.

It is an act of love that comes from knowing that growing up is not always easy, being a pastor’s kid is not always easy. The time that goes in to spending it with the God of the universe to lift them up to Him in humble prayer is the best gift there is.

In telling us of his sacrificial act, we were encouraged, as parents. This man knew of the intimacy of prayer, the strength that comes from prayer, and the reliance on God for every thing in life. He knew it, because he lived it.

He knew the way to this mother heart, and our family feels the loss of his love.

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One hundred years ago today, the RMS Titanic set off from Southampton, England. It was to be the cruising experience of a lifetime on the most luxurious vessel of it’s time. For most on that ship, it was the final experience of their lifetime.

One hundred years after it’s first and final voyage, we are still fascinated by it’s dramatic demise and mysterious grave.

Last week James Cameron’s epic Titanic was re-released in 3D. If you enter a book store, books on the Titanic are featured in almost every reading age and genre of the store. Television specials will be on for at least a week. T-shirts are in stores with pictures and references to the ship. For those who are really intrigued, you can even book a trip on a luxury cruise ship to commemorate the titanic voyage, by sailing the same route as the Titanic, with a stop above it’s watery grave for a memorial service.

Truly, the Titanic has been, and will continue to be, a titanic money maker for those marketing it’s memory.

There are times in my life, when I have had a decision to make, that is a difficult one, and I do not know which way to go. Or times when I am in the midst of a stressful struggle in some part of my life, and I feel overwhelmed with my circumstances. During these times, I try to ask myself, “in one hundred years, will this situation, this decision, matter?”

I find it sad to think that those who perished on that voyage, will be mostly remembered for their deaths, rather than for their lives. For them, their decision to take a cruise on the Titanic, was a decision that matters still, one hundred years later. For those who were directly connected to the passengers or the crew of the Titanic, the people on that ship lived a life before their death.

In the deaths of those over fifteen hundred men, women and children, died people who were more intimately known for how they lived. There were mothers and fathers, aunts and uncles, grandparents, grandchildren, nieces and nephews, sons and daughters. There were breadwinners and homemakers, debutantes and male bachelors, there were dock workers and billionaires.

These people were people, just like us, who awoke each day desiring a cup of coffee or tea, who had worries in their hearts and to do lists in their heads. And they, like we will, died with the name of a loved one on their lips.

Those who were lost in the cold waters of the Atlantic, were not just passengers of a ship, they were people who left holes in the lives of those who felt the very real loss of that tragedy. But, it is their lives, not their loss that left the legacy that matters one hundred years later.

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