“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” Maya Angelou I sit here this morning reflecting on my week. Ladies Bible Study with some of my favorite “Sisters Loved by God”. Our first Connection Group in our new Church home, an opportunity to share life with precious, godly people. Senior Bible study, ah the wisdom in that special place. All that life has been this week. It’s been a good week, a great week even. God has been speaking to me in so many ways. I’m learning new things as I dig deeper into His Word. The more I drink of this life giving Word, the more I know how badly, how much, I want to know Him. To touch His face. To feel His hand on my beating heart. To wrap my hands around His wrist as He wipes away my tears and turns my weeping to joy. For everyone near and dear to me, to want the same. For the ones I’ve yet to meet, how I want it for them too. So much, I feel the weight of it pressing in on me. *** However…yes, here comes the but…the more I learn, the closer I get, the more He speaks to my soul, the more I’m convicted of all...Read More
Author: Tammy L. Mashburn
“He made the moon to mark the seasons; the sun knows its time for setting.” Psalm 104:19 ESV Fall sneaked through my open window last night. It’s official arrival was slated for 10:29pm. I walked into our bedroom around 10, windows still open and inhaled the scent. The scent of fall. How did it slip in? How did it know to well, smell so fall-ish? When just yesterday summer was still tickling my nose and warming my skin. My head knew it was on the way. The calendar said so. But my heart, my heart was still swaying in summer. I love fall, really I do. Pumpkins. Harvest scent candles. The tantalizing scent of cinnamon, apples, and the last cutting of hay. The tingling sensation that change is in the air. Long sleeves and jeans. Fuzzy socks and apple cider. Football games. Fire pits. Roasted marshmallows. The smell of wood smoke. Open windows. But… I’m just not a person who transitions without a fight. And fall makes me so melancholy. So pensive. Mournful even. I sat on the edge of the bed, dragging the air into my lungs. Tasting the smell. Lingering there for just a bit. Memories falling on me like rain. Knowing exactly what I was doing on this day thirty three years ago. It’s funny the things you remember when in a wistful mood. Things only...Read More
“Answer my prayers, O Lord, for your unfailing love is wonderful. Take care of me, for your mercy is so plentiful.” Psalm 69:16 nlt This is a place where God pours words into my heart and through my fingertips. A place where I lay my soul bare, naked and exposed for all to see. A place where, in all my human-ness and brokenness and neediness, I share my struggles in my walk with God. A place where I pray you will be encouraged and feel less alone in your own struggles. A place where I pray you will find hope and peace. And Light. The Light of The One who loves us most. Who loved us to The Cross and beyond. As I have. *** I look at this dandelion with seed heads blowing in the wind and I see my prayer life. What seems like a thousand and one countless needs to lay before God. Scattering about on the breeze. My husband leaves for work. All is quiet inside the house. I focus on the roosters I hear crowing. The sound of birds waking to the day. A soft peaceful wind blowing across our little ridge. Mourning doves singing their mournful sound. The sun just beginning to wink at me from behind the trees. “But I cry to you for help, Lord; in the morning my prayer comes...Read More
I spoke to my son on the phone yesterday. After exchanging the usual pleasantries and catching up on life, I asked how his running was going, his training for an upcoming marathon. He told me about the twelve mile trail run he had done this past week end. Sharing how he had found a new kind of soreness and pain, how he had fallen in the water, bruised up his shins, and generally took a physical beating. Bruised up and weary, with aches and pains he had never experienced before. I reflected on my one and only true trail run, running eight miles with a dear friend, who by the way runs like a gazelle! We were deep in the woods on a narrow path and I was following her since I had absolutely no clue where we were. How I was going to get out of there. Even if I would make it out. In fact, my Garmin seemed to be clueless as well, the woods so thick. As two runners headed deeper into them. My eyes were glued to her back! Terrified to be left behind in said woods. I had always been a road runner. You pick your focal point run towards it and continue mile after mile in the same manner. Eyes looking up. Looking ahead. Let’s be clear on this. I. AM. A....Read More
“The Lord is king! He is robed in majesty. Indeed, the LORD is robed in majesty and armed with strength. The world stands firm and cannot be shaken.” Psalm 93:1 nlt As I sit here and type this post, the television is quietly playing in the background. A myriad of names softly spoken. A day of remembrance. Faces and lives and places so quickly eradicated, all that was left to do, was stand slack-jawed. Stunned to silence. Gripped with fear. Chaos. Confusion. A catastrophic chain of events. A violent upheaval of all we thought was sacred and safe. Darkness on a day that was so bright and beautiful. I vividly remember what I was doing. I suspect most of us do. You just don’t forget such a time as that. How my hand gripped the cup of coffee I was holding. How I moved to the edge of my seat for a closer look. Too stunned to take it all in. Certain this was some horrid use of imagery meant to shock. How once I was convinced it was real, I quickly called all those I loved. Wanting to take a roll, get a head count, be assured everyone was accounted for. The feeling of wanting to duck and take cover with every sound overhead, strong. Watching a nation, a people, divided by race and color, political beliefs, religious...Read More
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