In my private time recently, the Lord downloaded some clarity for me—just a sweet revelation that brought insight to a scripture I have wondered about on and off for some time. While I was worshiping Him with praise music, the phrase “worship is my warfare” caught my attention. He was taking me deeper into the power of worship.
In mid-August I had the chance to share my story with a group of women. I had been asked if I would share what it meant to Biblically stand in the midst of tragedy. I told my pastor I didn’t feel qualified to contribute, because I don’t consider myself standing at this particular time. I would describe this season of my life as reclining against the shoulders of God.
When it comes to travel there is something special about experiencing a place through someone who lives there. They have the inside scoop and know all the must-sees, must-haves, and must-do’s! They can give you an experience that is the most authentic to their culture. Most importantly, they know the places you should skip. Who wants to waste money on bad restaurants, expensive excursions, or a bad transportation system when there’s a better way!
I do this every year. I can’t believe the leaves are starting to change. Where did summer go?
Seems I’m always finding fault with the weather. I was so frustrated with all the cold weather we had this past winter. Relentless, it encroached into our normal start of spring. I couldn’t stop complaining. It was so nice when spring finally decided to stay.
Since my husband’s funeral I’ve had a handful of family and friends request a copy of what I wrote to honor him. I’m humbled that anyone would find value in the things I say, so I will gladly share with the hope that it will encourage others to see themselves through the eyes and heart of God. See below for the links to both my eulogy and the service itself.
As I get older I’ve often said, “Oh, to be 21 again.” But I’m also quick to add that I would not go back unless I can do so knowing what I now know. There are enough mistakes and displays of poor judgment that I do not wish to relive. The only reason worth going back would be to make amends, right my wrongs and do a better job the second time around.
Children ask the best questions. They’re honest and say exactly what they think, even if it’s completely off track. Sometimes we laugh, sometimes we cringe. Their complicated questions can make us want to evaporate from embarrassment or from a lack of not knowing exactly how to respond.
