One of my new favorite songs is called "Chasing After You (The Morning Song) by Tye Tribbett. I have listened to this song so many times that I don't care to try to guess just how many times. The thought of chasing something or someone for your entire life sounds a bit exhausting, but in this case it only makes sense. Tye is referring to chasing after God each and every day, and not being satisfied with yesterday's portion.
Jesus told us the those who hunger and thirst for righteousness shall be filled and I kind of like to add "will keep being filled as they keep hungering for more". I think of being a God-chaser as being a person who hungers and thirst for righteousness. The wonderful thing about hungering for God or chasing after God is that HE captures YOU when YOU chase HIM. In Phillippians 3:12-14 Paul talks about laying hold of the things that Christ Jesus has laid hold of for me and pressing toward the prize. It's hard to put in to words what this means, but I think Tye Tribbett translated it best in his song with these words " I will apprehend, until I'm captured by what I'm after". Wow! I love that!
And this is what the Lord has whispered to me about chasing Him and being captured:
When I chase God, He captures me. And when He captures me, I AM FREE!
There's nothing like being free!!!
Thank you Lord, for this wonderful cat and mouse game we play. I chase you, you chase me and the end result is that I can live in freedom as I live in You!
Therefore if the Son makes you free, you shall be free indeed. John 8:36
Link to Tye Tribbett's song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jrDqi7HQzUc
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Gving Thanks
There are so many things to be thankful for, that as cliche as it sounds, every day should be a day of thanks. I have been blessed with a wonderful, but not perfect family, and thankfully they have been blessed with the patience to put up with a not perfect me. I have been blessed with many mentors in my life. People who I look up to; people who inspire me to use my gifts and my resources to help others. I have been blessed with good health, and a sound mind. I have been blessed with provision and a safe place to call home. I have been blessed with friends who laugh when I laugh and cry when I cry and make me realize that friendship is worth the effort you put in to it. I have been blessed with memories of days that where spent with loved ones that are no longer here, and hope that I will be with them again some day.
No greater love have I been blessed with, than knowing Jesus Christ as my savior. He is the cornerstone on which my life is built. I fail Him, but He always welcomes me back with arms of love and mercy. The Bible tells us to give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for us in Christ Jesus. When I was a child my grandmother taught me a simple prayer and today seems a fitting day to recite it:
No greater love have I been blessed with, than knowing Jesus Christ as my savior. He is the cornerstone on which my life is built. I fail Him, but He always welcomes me back with arms of love and mercy. The Bible tells us to give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for us in Christ Jesus. When I was a child my grandmother taught me a simple prayer and today seems a fitting day to recite it:
Thank you for the world so sweet,
Thank you for the food we eat,
Thank you for the birds that sing,
Thank you God for everything.
Thank you for the food we eat,
Thank you for the birds that sing,
Thank you God for everything.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
True Thankfullness (keepin' it real y'all)
Well, another Thanksgiving is upon us and I'm not only contemplating the meal, but the season. First Thanksgiving, then Black Friday shopping, then Christmas, then of course the New Year. This year seems like a blur, to be honest; I can't believe that it has gone so fast. Of course, I'm thankful for life and health and family and the confidence I have in knowing that God is for me, but to be honest this year and even this Christmas season has brought challenges that have distracted me from just how much God loves me.
No Christmas bonus at work this year means that our Christmas money is no where near what we usually have to spend. I haven't accomplished most of the goals I challenged myself with this year and many of the prayers I have longingly prayed have still been answered with silence or wait. Waiting...not my favorite thing to do. Yesterday I found myself feeling a little sorry for my predicament, then one simple picture brought me back to me senses.
This picture was in my Facebook news feed. A couple from my church has given up houses and cars and incomes to go to Kenya to serve people who truly face some of life's most difficult circumstances. Those who are broken and hurting, those who are poor and sick, those who are hungry physically and spiritually. As I starred at this picture I wept with conviction. Smiling faces, hands raised high, giving praise to the Lord God Almighty. I am so thankful for this picture and for Greg and Sherri Howard and their love for God and His precious people. How can I focus on myself, when I see this beautiful picture of worship that is undoubtedly offered in spirit and in truth, just what our Father is seeking.
The truth is that serving God is not about things or even answered prayers, it is about knowing who I am and trusting God to supply what I need and to work things for my good. The truth is that I AM BLESSED! Lord, help me to walk in thankfulness every day, and to keep my eyes on you!
For Your lovingkindness is before my eyes, And I have walked in Your truth. Psalm 26:3
No Christmas bonus at work this year means that our Christmas money is no where near what we usually have to spend. I haven't accomplished most of the goals I challenged myself with this year and many of the prayers I have longingly prayed have still been answered with silence or wait. Waiting...not my favorite thing to do. Yesterday I found myself feeling a little sorry for my predicament, then one simple picture brought me back to me senses.
This picture was in my Facebook news feed. A couple from my church has given up houses and cars and incomes to go to Kenya to serve people who truly face some of life's most difficult circumstances. Those who are broken and hurting, those who are poor and sick, those who are hungry physically and spiritually. As I starred at this picture I wept with conviction. Smiling faces, hands raised high, giving praise to the Lord God Almighty. I am so thankful for this picture and for Greg and Sherri Howard and their love for God and His precious people. How can I focus on myself, when I see this beautiful picture of worship that is undoubtedly offered in spirit and in truth, just what our Father is seeking.
The truth is that serving God is not about things or even answered prayers, it is about knowing who I am and trusting God to supply what I need and to work things for my good. The truth is that I AM BLESSED! Lord, help me to walk in thankfulness every day, and to keep my eyes on you!
For Your lovingkindness is before my eyes, And I have walked in Your truth. Psalm 26:3
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Why did we lose the election?
Well, the election is over and I have to say that the outcome has been a bummer. It's not so much that Romney lost, I didn't even think that he was great candidate. It's not so much that Obama won, though I think he is not good for our country. It's because of the way I have heard people talk before, during and after this election.
Before, there were endless posts that were at times, well...ridiculous. People posting crazy things on facebook in an attempt to sway people not to vote for Obama. Then election day came and I was caught a little off guard by some of my friends and family. My son, who is a very analytical thinker, could not in good conscience vote for either of the candidates, even though he knew that a third party vote would basically help Obama. Friends who flat refused to vote because the couldn't support either candidate, and family members who acted as though you would be excommunicated from the family if you didn't agree with them. Then after the election, the depressing and angry posts on facebook were enough to ruin my day. To be honest, I still don't feel back to normal.
Sooo many scriptures went through my head today, like the Lord is a shield around me, my glory and the lifter of my head. Be strong in the Lord and in the power of his might. The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. The blessings of the Lord makes me rich and adds no sorrow. These words along with a song that I listened to several times, have kept me from feeling too depressed. Then to add to my very blue feeling today, I started thinking about my mom.
My mom went in to the hospital for the last time a few weeks after the 08 election. The stock market was crashing, the banks were failing and the stimulus package was being hotly debated on TV. She loved a good political debate and due to her very limited physical ability at that point, she had been glued to the TV through it all watching all of the breaking news. As she lay in her dying bed, she rarely spoke as she simply had no air in her lungs to spare, but one evening she looked up at me and said "why did we lose the election?" It broke my heart to think that in her weak state, she was still worrying about our country. I very quickly told her that the election didn't matter and that God would take care of us no matter who was president. I believed it then, and I believe it now. God always comforts and provides for His people. His name is a strong tower that the righteous run in to and they are saved.
I pray that our nation heals from the bitter divide we have created with our political rhetoric. I pray that our president is visited in his dreams and is overtaken in his waking hours by the spirit of the living God calling him to lead with honesty and to follow Jesus. I pray that as we try to pick up the pieces, we become a nation of God chasers. Lord, have your way in this country and lead your people in the way everlasting.
Before, there were endless posts that were at times, well...ridiculous. People posting crazy things on facebook in an attempt to sway people not to vote for Obama. Then election day came and I was caught a little off guard by some of my friends and family. My son, who is a very analytical thinker, could not in good conscience vote for either of the candidates, even though he knew that a third party vote would basically help Obama. Friends who flat refused to vote because the couldn't support either candidate, and family members who acted as though you would be excommunicated from the family if you didn't agree with them. Then after the election, the depressing and angry posts on facebook were enough to ruin my day. To be honest, I still don't feel back to normal.
Sooo many scriptures went through my head today, like the Lord is a shield around me, my glory and the lifter of my head. Be strong in the Lord and in the power of his might. The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. The blessings of the Lord makes me rich and adds no sorrow. These words along with a song that I listened to several times, have kept me from feeling too depressed. Then to add to my very blue feeling today, I started thinking about my mom.
My mom went in to the hospital for the last time a few weeks after the 08 election. The stock market was crashing, the banks were failing and the stimulus package was being hotly debated on TV. She loved a good political debate and due to her very limited physical ability at that point, she had been glued to the TV through it all watching all of the breaking news. As she lay in her dying bed, she rarely spoke as she simply had no air in her lungs to spare, but one evening she looked up at me and said "why did we lose the election?" It broke my heart to think that in her weak state, she was still worrying about our country. I very quickly told her that the election didn't matter and that God would take care of us no matter who was president. I believed it then, and I believe it now. God always comforts and provides for His people. His name is a strong tower that the righteous run in to and they are saved.
I pray that our nation heals from the bitter divide we have created with our political rhetoric. I pray that our president is visited in his dreams and is overtaken in his waking hours by the spirit of the living God calling him to lead with honesty and to follow Jesus. I pray that as we try to pick up the pieces, we become a nation of God chasers. Lord, have your way in this country and lead your people in the way everlasting.
Monday, October 29, 2012
Hurricanes, elections and the common cold
Well, I seem to start with good intentions, but I rarely keep up with this blogging thing. Oh, I have a lot to say... but I don't have the time or inclination to share it most days. :)
As I sit here typing, the east coast is being battered by Hurricane Sandy. So many lives being affected by this enormous storm. I pray that God keeps them safe and gives them the wisdom to protect themselves and the lives of those who may be called on to rescue others. The news footage is sensationalized, the weathermen are completely insane for putting themselves in such danger and I can't stop watching!!! It's like a train wreck.
Speaking of train wrecks...we're just a few days away from election day, and the political rhetoric is at an all time high, or low depending on how you look at it. I've always been interested in politics, but with the advent of social media and 24/7 news coverage, I am totally burnt out on this election and I can't wait for it to be over. As a conservative minded person, I feel like my choice between these two men is a no brainer. But on the other hand, I'm not completely comfortable with the vote I am about to cast. Oh that God would bring people in to politics that are not hungry for power or the adoration of men and women. Oh that God would open the eyes and hearts of the American people to do what is right in His sight. My heart is broken at the erosion of morals our country is experiencing. Now, I am by no means perfect, but I can see clearly that our country has become weak when it comes to right and wrong. How can we continue to sanction the killing of unborn babies? I know it's a complicated issue when you throw in words like "rape" and "the life of the mother", but those are the exception to the norm when it comes to the thousands of abortions performed in our country each day. Yet, because I personally know someone who had an abortion and regrets it to this day, I have compassion for those who have made this terrible choice. Still, I must cast my vote for the platform that seems to stand more for the rights of the unborn, along with other social issues. So...I hold my nose and do what I believe is right and I pray that God has His way.
And now to the common cold....I have one. I have coughed, sneezed, blown, taken pills, slept and prayed for nearly a week to be rid of this evil cold, but it still lingers. I'm sore from coughing, I have circles under my eyes and my nose is raw. Poor poor me! My grandma went over 10 years without a cold once. She was a strong feisty woman who would say "you might want to take a cold, but I ain't takin' it!! I miss her.
Time for bed....and one more thought. I serve a great God. He is kind and merciful and there to comfort us in all of our trials and afflictions. Jesus said "These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.” John 16:33 Hurricanes and difficult elections and common colds are just some of the trials we endure as travelers here on Earth, but thanks be to God who causes us to overcome!!!
As I sit here typing, the east coast is being battered by Hurricane Sandy. So many lives being affected by this enormous storm. I pray that God keeps them safe and gives them the wisdom to protect themselves and the lives of those who may be called on to rescue others. The news footage is sensationalized, the weathermen are completely insane for putting themselves in such danger and I can't stop watching!!! It's like a train wreck.
Speaking of train wrecks...we're just a few days away from election day, and the political rhetoric is at an all time high, or low depending on how you look at it. I've always been interested in politics, but with the advent of social media and 24/7 news coverage, I am totally burnt out on this election and I can't wait for it to be over. As a conservative minded person, I feel like my choice between these two men is a no brainer. But on the other hand, I'm not completely comfortable with the vote I am about to cast. Oh that God would bring people in to politics that are not hungry for power or the adoration of men and women. Oh that God would open the eyes and hearts of the American people to do what is right in His sight. My heart is broken at the erosion of morals our country is experiencing. Now, I am by no means perfect, but I can see clearly that our country has become weak when it comes to right and wrong. How can we continue to sanction the killing of unborn babies? I know it's a complicated issue when you throw in words like "rape" and "the life of the mother", but those are the exception to the norm when it comes to the thousands of abortions performed in our country each day. Yet, because I personally know someone who had an abortion and regrets it to this day, I have compassion for those who have made this terrible choice. Still, I must cast my vote for the platform that seems to stand more for the rights of the unborn, along with other social issues. So...I hold my nose and do what I believe is right and I pray that God has His way.
And now to the common cold....I have one. I have coughed, sneezed, blown, taken pills, slept and prayed for nearly a week to be rid of this evil cold, but it still lingers. I'm sore from coughing, I have circles under my eyes and my nose is raw. Poor poor me! My grandma went over 10 years without a cold once. She was a strong feisty woman who would say "you might want to take a cold, but I ain't takin' it!! I miss her.
Time for bed....and one more thought. I serve a great God. He is kind and merciful and there to comfort us in all of our trials and afflictions. Jesus said "These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.” John 16:33 Hurricanes and difficult elections and common colds are just some of the trials we endure as travelers here on Earth, but thanks be to God who causes us to overcome!!!
Sunday, July 29, 2012
WWJD
What Would Jesus Do?
No, I didn't by myself a new bracelet with these letters or words on it, but it has been on my mind lately. (the words, not the bracelet) In recent years this phrase has become quite cliche, but in reality it's a question we really should ask ourselves when it comes to most every topic in life. The event that got my mind puzzling these words is watching my facebook news feed blow up in recent days with folks choosing sides on several different debates, one being the Chik fil A issue. I think the most cleaver post was this one:
Oh, the battled raged for days about this subject and I added my two cents once or twice, but avoided participating in any heated arguments. As the above picture states so plainly, why is the world so surprised by the answer Mr. Cathy gave regarding this subject? And what would Jesus answer have been to the question that got the restaurant owner mired in controversy? Also, why is it being debated in the first place? I think it's because we've come right down to the nitty gritty of how can a Christian love people and lead them to Christ, when we know that they are not going to agree with what the Bible clearly says about these and other matters. I am not a Bible scholar but I have studied enough to know that when I have a dilemma going on around me I can usually find a useful answer right there between the pages of Genesis and Revelation. But "the world" isn't interested in what the Bible says about sin.
Also, in the past week I kept an eye on another facebook war between an old friend (who is now a pastor) and his Bible college classmate. It seems the classmate feels that my pastor-friend has become "soft" to sin and has publicly called the saints to pray that he will see the error of his ways. In doing so he has riled the anger of many Christians due to his public rebuke of the pastor and his extremely "religious" opinions. I say religious because he reminds me of the the Sadducee's and Pharisee's of Jesus' day with his "I am holy because I keep every commandment" attitude. 420 comments later, they are all still arguing. (none of those were my comments, by the way) But all of this caused me to wonder what would Jesus do or say if he were peeking at facebook during these heated debates? (which He may very well be)
As a result of my wondering, I have decided to spend the next few weeks studying the red letters in my Bible. I've read the four gospels in the past, but never to intentionally focus solely on the words of Jesus. In light of recent events I think this is the perfect time to do so. I may share a bit of that on this blog or facebook, not in the hopes of sparking debate, but to simply chronicle the revelation I hope to receive from it. In the mean time, I am still asking myself, WWJD?
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Wait.....for.....it......
Waiting! Songs have been written about it, lives have been ruined by it, character has been built by it and I can't stand it! Are you waiting on something? Me too; it seems I'm always waiting. Waiting in line, waiting for a table, (one of my least favorite things to do, by the way) waiting for test results, waiting on a phone call, waiting in traffic, waiting for the mail to run, waiting to see how it all turns out, waiting on a check, waiting on the water to boil...and the list goes on.
It feels like we spend most of our lives waiting. Tom Petty says that "The waiting is the hardest part. You take it on faith, you take it to the heart. The waiting is the hardest part". One of my favorite oldies songs is "You can't hurry love, you just have to wait. Love don't come easy, it's a game of give and take...". Or how about John Mayer's "Waiting On the World to Change"? "We just keeping waiting...waiting on the world to change." All great songs about the one thing EVERYONE has in common...waiting.
Waiting takes patience and my patience wears out after a while. When I say, "honey will you take the garbage out?' and he says, sure. Then 5 minutes later it's still there...I just go ahead and do it myself. Therein lies the problem. When I'm tired of waiting on something, I tend to take matters in to my own hands and "help" the situation get resolved. Now, this ain't a bad thing if your waiting on your husband to take the garbage out, although it has caused a few riffs around here, but it can be a very bad thing when you're waiting on God to resolve a situation, only to help Him out and ruin His plan.
The Bible says a lot about waiting, to find this out I typed the words "wait on the Lord" in the search box on biblegateway.com and, wow! You should see all the results I got! But I think my most favorite verse has always been Isaiah 40:31 "But those who wait on the LORD Shall renew their strength; They shall mount up with wings like eagles, They shall run and not be weary, They shall walk and not faint." According to this verse, waiting can bring about a renewal of strength, and a determination to keep on without growing weary or fainting? Umm... that still doesn't make me want to sign up for the "waiting group" at church. I think I'd rather be in the "march around 7 times and shout for victory group". But...my preference to be a doer rather than a waiter, is not going to get me anywhere when it comes to waiting on things to come to pass that I have no control over. James 1:4 says to let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing.
My prayer this week is that I find rest in the "waiting areas" of my life. I want to experience the kind of peace that only comes when your faith in God is so strong that no amount of waiting will cause you to doubt that God is working things out for your good. A non-wearying, non-fainting, strength-renewing, patience-perfecting, kind of faith. Lord, teach me how to wait...
It feels like we spend most of our lives waiting. Tom Petty says that "The waiting is the hardest part. You take it on faith, you take it to the heart. The waiting is the hardest part". One of my favorite oldies songs is "You can't hurry love, you just have to wait. Love don't come easy, it's a game of give and take...". Or how about John Mayer's "Waiting On the World to Change"? "We just keeping waiting...waiting on the world to change." All great songs about the one thing EVERYONE has in common...waiting.
Waiting takes patience and my patience wears out after a while. When I say, "honey will you take the garbage out?' and he says, sure. Then 5 minutes later it's still there...I just go ahead and do it myself. Therein lies the problem. When I'm tired of waiting on something, I tend to take matters in to my own hands and "help" the situation get resolved. Now, this ain't a bad thing if your waiting on your husband to take the garbage out, although it has caused a few riffs around here, but it can be a very bad thing when you're waiting on God to resolve a situation, only to help Him out and ruin His plan.
The Bible says a lot about waiting, to find this out I typed the words "wait on the Lord" in the search box on biblegateway.com and, wow! You should see all the results I got! But I think my most favorite verse has always been Isaiah 40:31 "But those who wait on the LORD Shall renew their strength; They shall mount up with wings like eagles, They shall run and not be weary, They shall walk and not faint." According to this verse, waiting can bring about a renewal of strength, and a determination to keep on without growing weary or fainting? Umm... that still doesn't make me want to sign up for the "waiting group" at church. I think I'd rather be in the "march around 7 times and shout for victory group". But...my preference to be a doer rather than a waiter, is not going to get me anywhere when it comes to waiting on things to come to pass that I have no control over. James 1:4 says to let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing.
My prayer this week is that I find rest in the "waiting areas" of my life. I want to experience the kind of peace that only comes when your faith in God is so strong that no amount of waiting will cause you to doubt that God is working things out for your good. A non-wearying, non-fainting, strength-renewing, patience-perfecting, kind of faith. Lord, teach me how to wait...
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Leap Day.
Today is Leap Day, February 29th. I happen to have known someone born on Leap Day. His name was Walter Saylor and he was the best Father in law and grandpa a person could ask for. Never a cross word from him, never a selfish act, never a moment when you felt you could not count on him.
At his funeral 7 years ago, people spoke of how kind and compassionate he was. They talked of how he had visited them in the hospital or called on them when he knew they were going through a rough time. He was truly a kind, loving, godly man.
I hope someday that people will remember me as a kind person. I hope that someday, what I have done with my life will count for more than just the amount of dollars in my bank account or the "things" I leave behind.
Happy Leap Day, Walter Saylor! You and your kind spirit and warm smile are truly missed.
At his funeral 7 years ago, people spoke of how kind and compassionate he was. They talked of how he had visited them in the hospital or called on them when he knew they were going through a rough time. He was truly a kind, loving, godly man.
I hope someday that people will remember me as a kind person. I hope that someday, what I have done with my life will count for more than just the amount of dollars in my bank account or the "things" I leave behind.
Happy Leap Day, Walter Saylor! You and your kind spirit and warm smile are truly missed.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Spare Bedrooms and Memories
Although I had plenty of work to do, I spent the morning looking at blogs and pictures and getting ideas on what to do with my spare bedroom. Now that "most" of Kayleigh's things are gone, I can begin the process of redoing the room and the major task of getting rid of that pink and black paint!
I never cared for Kayleigh's color scheme. In fact, while I was at work several years ago, I came home to find my mom and Kayleigh painting the room pink and black. They had spent the day laughing and painting and buying bookshelves. My comment was that it looked like a sleazy nightclub in there. But, my mom had a blast helping her and I just let it be.
I stood in that almost empty room this morning, removing stickers from the doors and posters from the walls, while memories of that day and many others filled my mind. Days that I woke Kayleigh up for school, talks that I had with her in that room, and yes, even some heated arguments. I can still hear the sounds of young girls giggling as they hung out together watching movies and talking about boys. The stink of that awful turtle she loved and though I can see the ugly gold carpet now, normally the room was so messy you couldn't see the floor.
I starting looking around and thinking of what changes to make and then the thought came to me that this was the room that my daughter had grown up in. This is where she lay at night telling God the desires of her heart. This was the place she studied His word and this was the place that she probably cried many tears, as most teenage girls do. In this room she said her prayers with her dad, repeating the "now I lay me down to sleep" prayer that was their nightly routine for so many years. And in this room she grew from a little girl in to a lovely young woman. This was the window she gazed out as she dreamed of where her life would someday take her. Yes, it brought a tear to my eye as I thought of all the memories that were made in this room.
I started taking things off of the wall and reading some of the notes she had stuck to black poster paper she used as decoration. Her notes reminded me that though she was grown and now leaving this room behind, the things she dreamed of, the prayers she prayed and the lessons learned here would be with her forever. The memories are part of who she is and they will never leave her....or me.
I never cared for Kayleigh's color scheme. In fact, while I was at work several years ago, I came home to find my mom and Kayleigh painting the room pink and black. They had spent the day laughing and painting and buying bookshelves. My comment was that it looked like a sleazy nightclub in there. But, my mom had a blast helping her and I just let it be.
I stood in that almost empty room this morning, removing stickers from the doors and posters from the walls, while memories of that day and many others filled my mind. Days that I woke Kayleigh up for school, talks that I had with her in that room, and yes, even some heated arguments. I can still hear the sounds of young girls giggling as they hung out together watching movies and talking about boys. The stink of that awful turtle she loved and though I can see the ugly gold carpet now, normally the room was so messy you couldn't see the floor.
I starting looking around and thinking of what changes to make and then the thought came to me that this was the room that my daughter had grown up in. This is where she lay at night telling God the desires of her heart. This was the place she studied His word and this was the place that she probably cried many tears, as most teenage girls do. In this room she said her prayers with her dad, repeating the "now I lay me down to sleep" prayer that was their nightly routine for so many years. And in this room she grew from a little girl in to a lovely young woman. This was the window she gazed out as she dreamed of where her life would someday take her. Yes, it brought a tear to my eye as I thought of all the memories that were made in this room.
I started taking things off of the wall and reading some of the notes she had stuck to black poster paper she used as decoration. Her notes reminded me that though she was grown and now leaving this room behind, the things she dreamed of, the prayers she prayed and the lessons learned here would be with her forever. The memories are part of who she is and they will never leave her....or me.
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