“But it was hard for me to shake the feeling that home~my real home~was one state to the west, where the drawl is just the tiniest bit more pronounced and magnolia trees line the interstates, swaying like sweet old ladies who open their screen doors and beckon you to come on in.” Home is Where My People Are: The Roads That Lead Us to Where We Belong~Sophie Hudson I’m sitting here this morning staring at the curser and a blank page. Why? The latest book I’m reading has gotten me tongue tied and buried under a mountain of memories. Thirty pages in and I knew I had found an old friend. And it has struck me right at the heart of all I had been dwelling on lately. It’s that time of year when Old Man Winter is leaving his bite everywhere. A few stray snowflakes danced around my face this morning as I walked the dog. On a day where most of the country is grumbling about snow~magedan and all of its inconveniences, I counted my few flakes as a gift. Home is Where My People Are by Sophie Hudson is packed with priceless nuggets such as this: “Jesus. It had been Him all along. Only He could take a building filled with folding chairs and an old Coke machine and turn it into a spiritual home. And...Read More
Author: Tammy L. Mashburn
RUBBLE~broken bits and pieces of anything, as that which is demolished…as defined by the Dictionary App I am sitting in my favorite place to write, looking out the windows watching the biggest, fattest snowflakes mingled with the rain, fall to the ground. Cocooned by warmth and twinkly lights, kept company by Chloe the cat and the newest member of our family, Lola the dog. I love these quiet times of solace and reflection. These past days, God has been whispering the word rubble deep in my soul. I know why. When you are given the word T-R-U-S-T as your word for the year, there’s bound to be some rubble. Times of standing among the broken bits and pieces of life. Hard life. Hard circumstances. When you cry out “why” and the answer is to trust in the waiting. Or maybe, there’s no answer at all this side of Heaven. This past weekend, I relinquished control of the TV remote to my sweet man. There are several reasons why this small object of power is such an issue in our home. 1) I’m not much of a TV person. 2)When I have it on, the volume can barely be heard, if at all. And 3)I mostly watch two channels, The Hallmark Channel or a conservative news channel and You’ve Got Mail is my favorite movie. My man, on the other...Read More
“Keep your heart with all diligence and God will look after the universe.”A. W. Tozer January is rolling along sprinkled with dark, dreary, misty days, cold rains, howling winds, and record breaking lows. I have taken to my cuddle duds, warm fuzzy socks, fleece pajamas, and large quantities of hot cocoa. While I have been “camped” in trying to stay warm and avoid all the bugs that have taken ahold of our little community, I’ve been turning over and over in my mind, my “word” for the year. You know the “word” I mentioned in my last post, but still had not settled on. That’s a bit unsettling for a girl with just the tiniest (smile) hint of OCD. Maybe that’s a good thing. Instead of having a word all ready picked and laid out long before the clock strikes midnight on New Year’s Eve, I’ve landed into the story God has handed me. Waiting. Waiting, yes for a miracle. Praying for one. Yet, knowing there was a longer, slower, harder lesson to be learned. I’ve dug into Scripture and spent time in prayer, waiting for the right word. There are so many words, I am overwhelmed. So many wrongs I long to right. I am a fixer. I long to make the hurts of others better, especially when they fall so close to home. Snuggled right up on...Read More
“Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is~his good, pleasing and perfect will.” Romans 12:2NIV Christmas has come and gone. The lights are still twinkling. I’m not quite ready to put away the manger set. I still go by and gaze longingly at the scene, remembering Mary’s heart. A heart that treasured up and pondered all that had happened. Wishing, praying for a heart like hers. It’s the space, the quiet space, in between the celebrating and the time of new beginnings where I began to ponder and reflect on all that I have experienced this past year. I’ve never been good at New Year’s Resolutions, but last year I jumped on the trend of picking a word for the year. My word for 2014~teachable. I prayed for a teachable heart. This past year, I have been blessed to spend time reading, studying, learning God’s Word. When I picked teachable, that’s what I had in mind. To learn. To be a student. To become more educated. More learned. To learn more Scripture. Experience a closer intimacy with Him. My picture of teachable was a little different from God’s. I didn’t realize He was going to call me to be teachable in the places where I struggle...Read More
“I have seen you in your sanctuary and gazed upon your power and glory.” Pslam 63:2 NLT Some years back, when I was still running, my girlfriends and I were all agog over a certain sports apparel catalog. Very early every Wednesday morning we would each have an email in our inboxes with what was known as the “Wednesday Wow”. We waited with excitement each week to see what was reveled as the “wow”. We would hook up at the YMCA for our morning run, pound the pavement, and excitedly begin to discuss the “wow” of the day. Who would order it. How were the reviews. Did we really need it. Could we get it before it ran out. I am walking through a particularly difficult season. A bit of a storm. That place where God calls me to trust Him and walk in faith, not knowing the outcome of these difficult situations. To trust when trusting is hard. When all I want is for it to be fixed. Today. Through this time, God has been faithful to give me a “Wednesday Wow”. Every. Single. Day. He has made provision in His Word. Guiding me. Comforting me. Sometimes reminding me to wait. And while I wait, to dance in the rain with Him. To hang on to Him. Raise my eyes to Him. Sing praises to Him. And I...Read More
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