The End is the Beginning

>> Wednesday, October 24, 2018

It happened again this morning.  Another familiar face in the obituaries.  Over the past year, there have been several of my friends and acquaintances listed in that classification.  Before my husband, John, died, I would see those epitaphs and wonder how I would handle it when it was his picture.  

It was hard.  

Some of those names were very familiar to me.  Others I only knew from church, motorcycle club, Starbucks or neighborhood.  But they had all come to an end … of sorts. I believe that death is not the end. Depending on their belief in Jesus, they either had a beginning in heaven … or not.  

I know John is in heaven. He probably has a gold motorcycle. When it thunders, I smile.  I think he’s riding it on the streets of gold. 

There were a lot of obits this morning.  I pondered where their new beginning had occurred.  It breaks my heart to think they missed heaven.  

“Stockpile treasure in heaven, where it’s safe from moth and rust and burglars. It’s obvious, isn’t it? The place where your treasure is, is the place you will most want to be, and end up being.” Matthew 6:19 (MSG)


Set Apart

>> Monday, October 15, 2018

I grew up in a church that believed the Bible when it told us to be “set apart”.  That meant we were to have nothing to do with anyone who didn’t attend our church.  I know other denominations and religious sects that feel the same way.  

I was always set apart at school and in my neighborhood.  If I got too close to others, their worldliness might rub off on me. 

I wondered about the scriptures that spoke of the Christians being the light in the darkness and the salt of the earth.  How, exactly, could we do that if we kept ourselves separate?  

Today, the world I live in has gone nuts.  

As I watch the news and read the newspapers, I have been so grateful for the peace within me.  As a Christ-follower I know the end result.  I feel like I’m an observer, watching the craziness from the outside  

And then it hit me.  I am set apart.  

But I don’t have to live an isolated life, making sure to have no contact with someone who does not believe as I do.  That’s good, because I have many of those.  

I am set apart because of my belief in Jesus.  What the culture of this current world does cannot separate me from Him.  I can calmly look on from the sidelines, pray and be grateful for my peace.  

“Thus, you are to be holy to Me, for I the Lord am holy; and I have set you apart from the people to be Mine”.  Leviticus 20:26 (NASB)


Sort and Discard

>> Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Two weeks ago, I began a project that I planned to work on over the weekend. Boy was I wrong. Days later I’m still working on it. And I’m not done yet.  

I had 2,853 emails. 

Now I know there is a way to just delete them all. But I couldn’t. Some were receipts from purchases made and the receipt emailed to me. Others were pictures I wanted to keep. Still others were correspondences from when my husband, John, was ill.  You see they went all the way back to 2012.  That’s the year he was diagnosed with cancer.  Emails took a back seat to life.  

I’m down to 804.  And some of them have made me cry…again.  

But as I’ve been working on sorting, printing and deleting, my mind has turned to life.  There was a time in my life when I had to work on the project of removing negative input, untruths about God and incorrect advice for my future.  

And that wasn’t done in a few days.  It took me two years.  

What does your inbox look like?  Do you need to take the time to sort and discard?  

“Now we look inside, and what we see is that anyone united with the Messiah gets a fresh start, is created new. The old life is gone; a new life burgeons!” 
 2 Corinthians 5:17 (MSG)


Alone or Lonely

>> Monday, June 11, 2018

Since the passing of my husband, I have been surrounded by a strong support group. I knew if I needed anything, all I had to do was ask. That has been such a comfort. But there is one issue I have repeatedly tried to explain. Some get it, and some don’t. 

There is a difference between alone and lonely. 

Alone: having no one else present; on one’s own

Lonely: sad because one has no friends or company; without companions

I am alone.

More than one well-meaning friend has taken me to lunch with an agenda on their mind; find me someone so I won’t be lonely. has even been suggested. When I explain I’m not lonely, they cannot comprehend I’m telling the truth. Of course, I’m lonely, they say. My husband is gone. 

Even after three years, grief sometimes still hits me out of the blue. A song, a thought or a date can trigger the flowing of tears. But that is temporary. Soon music is playing and I’m singing along. I am not sad. I sleep soundly at night. I look forward to my future. 

I miss my beloved. That is only natural. But that doesn’t mean I want him replaced. 

I’ve asked a few of my matchmakers if they were happy. I receive various answers; we take wonderful trips and he helps fix things around the house. But so far, when asked if they were happy I have not received a yes answer. 

I’ll keep my alone status. And I’m very happy and blessed. 

“The nights of crying your eyes out give way to days of laughter.” Psalm 30:5 (MSG)


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