• On My Knees

    Long corridors, face masks. Hand sanitizers. Lots of hoses, blood tests and beeping machines. All this to the backdrop of kid songs playing loudly. Welcome to Pediatric ICU.

    The littlest of my littles has been hospitalized for six weeks. For the first few weeks the diagnosis was unknown, testing was done while awaiting answers as they tried to balance her body levels.

    It’s hard to describe the realm of the unknown. Parents sleeping on reclining chairs overnight. Tensions high as surgeries for a pic line and a g-tube are done. Good days with smiles, bad days with fever, and other days you find a grumpy little one who just wants to be held. And it’s a sad day when you finally get up to her room at the end of your busy day to find her sleeping peacefully. Alas no snuggles, just a soft touch with a quiet prayer this night.

    But oh, the love of those nurses. When parents are working or off dealing with other littles don’t be surprised if find her in the midst of nurses chatting at their station with her close by in a little stroller so she’s not alone in her room.  I have popped in to find a nurse in training who had spent a good part of her morning playing with this little one until grandma slipped into the room.

    The diagnosis finally comes in. A rare genetic disorder. After a month her body is finally stable enough to start treatment. Gratitude fills my heart when her body accepts the medication without an issue. There are whispers that she’ll be released soon. She’ll be farther away from this grandma, but we now have a pretty good bond. She knows my voice and points her finger like a queen at her acceptance of my presence as I enter.

    So grateful for quality care. For a land where medication can treat illnesses, and for the gift of family. It’s never easy, but always worth it.

    An extra prayer for us as we adjust would be a great blessing for all.

    Be blessed and be a blessing.

    ~Debbie G

    #PediatricCare #sickbaby #growingstrongertogether
    #FamilyTies

    Galatians 6:2

  • One More Step

    I just listened to a podcast about how spiritual discipline was like running a marathon. And my mind looped back to a time when I was a teenager, perhaps 15 years old, and on a lazy summer day I decided to run the loop around our oval driveway.  It felt good to stretch my spindly legs and I kept jogging down the slope and then up around again. Maybe I’ll try to do ten laps. I accomplished that fairly well so I added ten more laps as a goal and that’s how my personal challenge increased at each success.

    There hit a space where my body felt wiped out. I might not hit the goal this time around. I quickly decided I’d just keep going until I couldn’t go anymore. And somewhere after 50 laps my body just maintained an old-lady type jog. Feet barely off the ground, but still moving. After I hit 80 laps, I just decided my goal would be 100. Much like the children’s story of The Little Train That Could I told myself to ‘just keep going.’

    As the podcast ended, I realized that challenging myself as a teen had in a way taught me that even though my body said it’s over, it’s time to quit; that indeed my body could sustain itself and go much farther. It wasn’t a pretty run, but the goal was accomplished.

    In my life’s journey, I believe that early challenge allowed the mindset that I could even when everything within me said I couldn’t.

    There will be moments where we face the unknown, the unfamiliar, and plainly the undesired stumbling stones. And the question always is, ‘Can I do this?” A place where everything within us shouts. ‘NO!’

    But be encouraged. Deep within there is a quiet voice that whispers, “Just one more step.” And somehow you get through it. One little step at a time.

    I was almost twice that age before Jesus entered my life. I now have a treasure store of experiences where He has carried me through. But I am convinced by this little memory that it was Him way back then, whispering to me to “just keep going.”

    Stay the course.

    Be blessed and be a blessing,

    ~Debbie G

    • And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up. Galatians 6:9
    • I can do all things through him who strengthens me. Philippians 4:13
    • Blessed is the one who finds wisdom, and the one who gets understanding, Proverbs 3:13

     

    #wisdomthoughts #strongerthanyouknow #StrengthWithin

     

  • A Different Lens

    It was a careless mistake. A simple turn of an ankle and down I went. Unfortunately, I hadn’t secured the lens cap on my camera and a piece of my history cracked along with the lens.

    “Nope, we don’t repair ‘em. Nobody does. Too expensive. They don’t make that model anymore. Gotta buy a new one.”

    I was heading out the door and had hoped to catch some fall foliage scenes, but not on this trip. I placed the camera on a side table and there it sat.

    It was a busy season.  When I returned, I researched different models. But I was used to the one I had and I bemoaned learning how to use a different one. Technology, and I mean all aspects of technology, is not my native language.

    Another week slipped away, and the camera silently called to me when I passed by it. I found the same model being sold second hand, but the closest one was five hours away. Nope. No time for that. A few days later I located a similar camera nearby with a few extra features and brought it home.

    That’s when sadness set in. It snuck in at the end of a good day. And I couldn’t anticipate its reoccurrence. So, I picked it up, this sadness, and held it like an heirloom and inspected it carefully.

    It wasn’t the loss of the camera; it was the loss of the man who bought it for me in his support of my ‘spreading my wings’ and starting a blog page. It was just one of the ways my husband had encouraged me throughout my writing journey.

    Grief. It is silent. Unseen. And oh, so personal.

    Somehow it helps to know that you don’t walk through sad places alone. In a room full of people there is bound to be someone else grieving. A listening ear and kindness matters.

    Thanks for listening.

    Bes blessed and be a blessing.

    ~ Debbie G

     

    #Grief #KindnessMatters #GriefShare

    Romans 12:15

  • Thriving In A Busy Season

    Busy season? It’s hard to stay focused when your to-do list expands like the horizon. Where do you start?

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    I’m busy getting a devotional book ready to publish and I’ve found comfort in Paul’s words in 2 Timothy.

    “But the Lord stood by me and strengthened me, so that through me the message might be fully proclaimed, and all the Gentiles might hear it.” 2 Timothy 4:17

    In the sentences just previous to this, Paul complains about his friends deserting him, the lack of warm clothing and writing paper, and being injured. Yet in the midst of these things Paul stresses God’s faithfulness. Paul’s purpose and focus was clear, that the gospel would be preached no matter what situation he faced, even while being confined to a jail cell. So who did Paul’s words reach? His guards, visitors, other prisoners, and he even encouraged the growing churches through his writings.

    Paul gives us the secret to his staying positive in such dire circumstances. In verses two through five, he speaks of patiently teaching, keeping a right focus on the gospel and on his relationship with God. Stressing that we all need to work at what God has called us to do.

    Am I ready in this season? Paul says that with the right focus, there’s no excuse, even in locked away seasons. Will I accept the challenge? Although I’ve been in my writing seat working on my new book, there are other areas of life I must not neglect.

    Balancing earthly work while keeping eyes on our Kingdom assignment, is Paul’s encouragement that still reaches through time and encourages people today, much like it encouraged me.  

    His words remind us that words matter and they last a long time! Let’s encourage one another to be as faithful to God as God as was in leaving Paul’s words for us.

    Food for thought.

    Blessings,

    Debbie G

     

    #wordsmatter #ScriptureReflection #writingspace

    Preach the word; be ready in season and out of season; reprove, rebuke, and exhort, with complete patience and teaching. For the time is coming when people will not endure sound teaching, but having itching ears they will accumulate for themselves teachers to suit their own passions, and will turn away from listening to the truth and wander off into myths. But as for you, always be sober-minded, endure suffering, do the work of an evangelist, fulfill your ministry. 2 Timothy 4:2-5

  • SING!

    We are commanded to SING- not about the world or our problems, but about His holiness, His majesty and power. When we consider how great, how grand, how worthy He is, it puts us in a right mindset of God’s position. It knocks off the barnacles. Heavy burdens slip away as we focus on Him. It’s as if the glory rays of heaven open wider and focus directly on us. They heat up our cooling embers. And give a spurt of lighter fluid to our flame. We burn brighter as the impurities in our lives burn off.

    When I give God more of my attention there’s less of me in the way. I then can get a proper sense of where I’m at.  As His light shines on the path ahead, I’m clearer on the direction that He’s bringing me. Many times, it’s out of the storm’s path and out of harm’s way, but don’t be surprised if sometimes it’s not out of the storm but into a storm that we must go. 

    Why? Storms quickly remove all unanchored things. And honestly if we have things hanging onto us that are not anchored in Christ, we really don’t need them. They’ll pull us under if we’re knocked into the coming deluge.

    Storms always affects what in its path. Things get wet. Get blown away. Damaged. 

    Singing to the Lord about the wonders of His power and the perfection of His plan reminds us that this world is temporary. He is all knowing and we are so limited. Reminding ourselves of these truths can bring us into a proper relationship with God. More of Him and less of me is always a better equation.

    So let’s join the praise team and sing!

    Blessings,

    Debbie G

    #singpraise #praiseteam #WritingInspiration

    Sing to the Lord a new song. Psalm 149:1

    Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly, teaching and admonishing one another in all wisdom, singing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, with thankfulness in your hearts to God. Colossians 3:16

  • Jimmy’s Little Blanket

    Meet Jimmy, a Schnauzer with anxiety issues. When consigned to care for this little guy, he immediately became clingy. Followed me everywhere, camped at my feet or curled tightly beside me on the sofa.

    His owners provided a square of fabric called his anxiety blanket. If he picked it up, I’m supposed to tug on it to help him relieve his stress.

    Last night in a big, busy city, I took him out for a potty break. It was dark. People were moving things, clanging loudly from several directions. I could see they were just finishing their work, but little Jimmy jumped in panic and tried to bolt. I held the leash. He didn’t get far, but he wasn’t planning on staying there. I tried to lead him to a new space, but he sat by the door and wouldn’t budge. That’s how the evening ended.

    This morning when told we were going outside, he ran for his blanket and insisted on taking it with him. He carried it down the hallway, into the elevator, but I took it from him before we got out the main door. 

    And I thought, how much we are like Jimmy. We hold our little security blanket when we have our great big, protector God with us. He can scoop us up in times of trouble and yet we cling to some earthly thing that brings us comfort.

    I hope little Jimmy one day learns to trust his care provider so completely that he will cling to the one who is with him always.

    A little dog with a great big lesson.

    Be blessed and be a blessing,

    Debbie G

    #securitycheck #trustinginGod #writerthoughts 

    As for me, I am poor and needy, but the Lord takes thought for me.
    You are my help and my deliverer; do not delay, O my God! Psalm 40:17

  • Empty Boxes

    After Christmas thoughts…

    We buy gifts and then wrap them in specialty paper with ribbon and bows. They are given in anticipation of the joy we hope to see in the receiver’s eyes. And in a flurry of excitement the wrappings are tossed aside, and the item is evaluated in mere seconds- and either effervescently accepted and loved or it is gingerly set aside with a slight smile and a hint of gratitude. We hope our guess is correct, that we’ve found a good gift to give, but often we miss the mark. If the receiver is a good actor, we may never know. And at the end of the day all we have left is a room full of expensive wrappings and an empty box.

    Good intentions and a beautiful presentation may be enough to catch the receiver’s attention, but contrast that to what God does. He comes to the outcast, the maimed, lowest caste, dirty, rank, drug addicted, ornery, foul-mouthed person and unlike the world he ignores the wrapping. He’s most interested in what is inside no matter how damaged. He eagerly takes the willing heart and slowly transforms it from the inside out so that the gift is always lovingly received, unique and beautiful. And although our exterior wrappings may not change much in other people’s eyes, inside us is the perfect gift, one fit for a King.

    What more could a King ask for than to be seen as He truly is. He’s the perfect gift giver… we can be too. I’m thinking about what I will give to my King. What will you?

    Thanks for pondering. Blessings, my friend.

    Debbie G

    Prayer: Lord, so many times I think that You look on my workings and see my shortfalls. I know that I don’t stay connected with You as I should. No matter how I wrap myself, I am an offering without substance unless I have You within me. I pray You would accept me as Your child as I accept You as my Leader and Father. Help me to walk in the pathway You designed for me, and may You be glorified in it. I thank You that Jesus is the perfect gift. Amen.

     But God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us Romans 5:8

    The Lord looks down from heaven on the children of man, to see if there are any who understand, who seek after God.  Psalm 14:2

    But even greater is God’s wonderful grace and his gift of righteousness, for all who receive it will live in triumph over sin and death through this one man, Jesus Christ. Romans 5:17

    #emptybox #mattersoftheheart #whatwillyouchoose

  • Another Three-Sixty-Five

    Truth be told, I don’t usually review my year. I have habits that work fairly well at keeping me on target, so I don’t mess with a system that’s working well. But this has been a year of some significant changes and perhaps my struggles may encourage someone to persevere.

    Grief… although my husband died four years ago, I found myself grieving more these last few months. I know you can’t schedule grief, at least I can’t. It seemed to be small things that triggered memories and sadness. My car needed a repair and that was something I didn’t have to handle in the past. I’ll admit that I spoke to his little photo on my shelf and told him that he took really good care of me. And that’s when the tears started. Appreciation… I wish I was more verbal in my appreciation. Although I do remember all the lunches, I made for him through his years of working outside of the home. As his health changed so did his dietary needs. Occasionally I’d sneak in a little note… I’d like to think we both tried to take good care of each other.

    Illnesses…I have some family members with significant illnesses. Watching those you love struggle with health issues can be draining, especially the long-term illnesses that tax the energy.  Hospital stays and adjustments to new medications, insurance struggles and changing doctors. Listening to my daughter recount how it took three days and four phone calls to two offices to change her son’s liquid meals. The very nourishment that sustained him was causing issues and his poor momma was caught in authorization glitch. How do you support someone when they don’t live close? I told her that I had been talking to God about her and that I was surprised she found anytime for herself.  And her response was, “Thanks, Mom. It’s good to feel seen.”

    Dedication… I’ve made some changes in my writing habits this year. And perhaps you’ve been working on being more diligent in an area too. My writing has always been an outlet for me, but it’s morphed into much more now. In my mind, I now have a boss. I report to my seat on time (most days) and I track my progress. It’s funny that the little check marks I make in my daily planner as I complete my projects feels so good, but it does. And my work is being completed. The photo I took for this blog post was of my daily quiet time notes. This year I have four composition books full of notes that I gleaned from my studies. I now use different colored ink so it’s easier for me to pull out my personal insights to use in my posts. It’s these little changes that make my day easier.

    Well, for a year in review, I’d say putting good things in my mind each morning has helped me stay better focused and encouraged. I honestly enjoy my breaks and probably take too many of them and as long as my work is getting done that’ll continue!

    Remember to give yourself grace. Every opportunity and challenge teaches us something. May what we learn today assist us in the morrow!

    If you can share your big take-away for the year in the comments.

    Blessings,

    Debbie G

    For whatever was written in former days was written for our instruction, that through endurance and through the encouragement of the Scriptures we might have hope. Romans 15:4

    #yearendreview #newyearreflection #writerthoughts

  • To BE

    I was wondering how many times I’ve overheard positive words spoken over children. I realized that I don’t recall many of the words spoken over my life, however I do know how certain people made me feel. As a mother and grandmother, I’ve spoken a ton of affirming words over my brood. “You are strong, compassionate, able, and smart.” The building up of little hearts and souls comes without any guarantee that they’ll receive our words, but we plant them anyway.

    And oh, how many times the words come with an expectation. Parents expect a child will be good, fair, loving and kind. A teacher expects a child to and be scholarly and will apply themselves to learning. An employer expects a dedicated and honest worker. And the government expects us all to be law-abiding, tax-paying citizens. These are not bad things to aspire to be. But it’s a fact that there is a myriad of expectations placed on us as we mature.

    All of these qualities are gained by having experienced a character-building situation. Ever see two kids with one toy? They each must choose between being selfish or sharing.  Wisdom is gained by success and failure. And each kid will see the outcome differently. I’m so glad mistakes do not define us. We all learn as we grow.

    In a spiritual way we almost see an opposite expectation in the Garden of Eden. God came and walked with His people in the cool of the day. It wasn’t to evaluate their work; it was about relationship and connection. And even later when Moses was given the laws, the fourth requirement for God’s people was that they take a Sabbath rest. To cease striving, to stop working, to let go of fulfilling one’s weekly obligations and to simply spend time with the Creator God.

    Sometimes I can get lost in my eagerness to be a good mother or a supportive friend and I overcommit myself. And when my schedule is too packed, I have very little time for relationship or even reflection on relationship. It is in these moments that I hear a negative voice in my head telling me I’m not… (fill in the blank).  Not enough, not good enough, not smart enough… basically that I’m falling short of an expectation. So the questions that follows are: ‘Whose expectation am I striving to meet?’ And ‘Why do I feel so stressed over it?’

    Perhaps this is the time to start speaking encouragement over ourselves. We can remember that we are made in God’s image. He will never leave or abandon us. He holds our hand in our times of trial. He is compassionate and loving toward us and nothing can separate us from His love. He sent Jesus to reconcile us to Himself. These truths ring true through every generation, even now.

    And if I forget and I continue to strive and not remember who I am in Him. I can always go back to the book of Genesis and reread chapters 1-2 and see that everything God made was good. It was disobedience that led to pain and hardship in the world today.  God created a perfect paradise, and He has already opened the door for access again for all who will believe. As a father is with his child, we too can bring Him delight just with our very presence.

    Oh Lord, help me to remember to sometimes just ‘sit and be’ with You. Not do, not go, but just be. And may that bring You pleasure. Amen.

    Blessings all,

    ~Debbie G

     

    – So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them. Genesis 1:27 (created in His image)

    -And they heard the sound of the Lord God walking in the garden in the cool of the day… Genesis 3:8 (togetherness)

    -Keep my Sabbaths holy that they may be a sign between me and you, that you may know that I am the Lord your God. Ezekiel 20:20 (to rest in Him)

    – Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me. Revelation 3:20 (relationship)

    #drawingcloser #letitbeginwithme #writerthoughts

  • Broken Wings (revisit 1/19/23)

    She was only about twelve inches tall, but she spoke to me, and I bought her. Placing her atop my writing area, I hoped that perhaps my words would flow like her long flowing robe.

    I loved that she held her heart outside her chest, evident that she held nothing back. She offered love to all who came her way. And as she gave it, her heart enlarged making room for more love.

    And how my own heart lurched when she teetered and fell, breaking into pieces. So many pieces… I wasn’t sure she could be repaired. Life was busy then; I placed her broken form back above my writing space and shoved the pieces aside. There she sat for five years until I noticed her again today.

    One wing missing. Her base broken and leaning against the books there on the shelf. Missing pieces. What to do with my broken angel? With so many broken places in life could I just let this broken thing go? I looked at her again… she was beyond repair, yet I still loved her.

    Now grounded, she could only touch those nearby, but her spirit wasn’t compromised. In her leaning, she found strength in those nearby that supported her. Somehow, in her fragmented state, the bonds of friendship grew stronger.

    I lean closer, I see that her heart hasn’t been touched… still complete, unchanged. Out in the open, holding all that she loves close to her chest.

    I took her down off her long-standing spot… and dusted her off. Then gently replaced her on her perch, overlooking my words. She is a reminder that there is beauty no matter how broken. And if you can no longer fly, you can still love.

    Remember to love…

    Blessings,

    Debbie G

     

    He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. Psalm 147:3

    #BrokenButHealed #LearningToLove #FromGriefToGrowth #RememberToLove

  • The Parking Lot Dance

    My granddaughter was not quite two years old and easily reached for my hand as we crossed the parking lot. She quietly sang a song as she skipped along. I looked around to make sure the pathway was clear and seeing an approaching car I squeezed her hand firmly and we stopped for a moment. She danced at my side full of joy as the car passed by.

    Shimmering Lights Fine Art Photography

    Oh, the innocence of childhood. Can you imagine yourself busily dancing to a song in your head today, oblivious to the world around you? Probably not. The world around us is busy and can be a dark and sometimes a dangerous place. Headlines assail us with the worst ails of society. Sickness, famine, storms, diseases, attacks… the list is longer than our attention span. We read a tidbit and can get lost in the details. And then there’s always a similar story waiting to be read right behind that one.

    I think it was easier to dream of a safe world when our news arrived via newspaper and only once a day. And so much easier if we didn’t read the paper. Sometimes a neighbor would mention an important event before you caught the headline of the 5 o’clock evening news program on television.

    So, how can we get back to a carefree mindset? Unfortunately, I think with age comes some wisdom. We are wise enough to know that just because we don’t read it doesn’t mean it isn’t happening.

    Perhaps the refresher we need is the reminder that nothing ever has been totally under our control, not completely and not ever. We may decide to go shopping and accomplish that. It’s always good when the expected happens. But often we get side-tracked or something stops us before we even leave the house. Our decision to go makes us think we’re in control, yet so many elements can affect our day.

    We have no direct control over our neighbors, our community, our state, our nation, our world or our universe. We may sway people’s opinions by our research or our vote for representation; we may complain or protest when wrongs are committed. But the ultimate outcome is beyond us. Possibly causing us distress, anxiety, frustration, even hatred and hopefully not retaliation. This is not the innocent world we wish we lived in. So, the question is: is there an answer?

    If you’re like me, you pray for a better world. You look for ways to bless others in their neediness and pain. But the best reminder for me I found in the book of Psalms. It reminds me that I may stumble, yet I won’t remain down. I, like my granddaughter, can walk unafraid. Even allowing today’s news to go unattended. (It usually waits for me anyway.)  I may not see the challenges ahead, but my heavenly Father does. When I focus on Him, He directs my steps, and I can trust that my hand is safely tucked into His.

    We aren’t promised a safe world, but his word testifies to His faithfulness to every generation. I find peace in knowing that I may be blindsided by an oncoming hardship, but He never is. He is strong and He holds my hand. Like my little granddaughter I simply must learn to pause when He bids me to do so. I may not like it, but if I keep my eyes on Him, you may even find me dancing as the danger passes by. Eyes up, my friends, we serve a great big God.

    Be blessed. And be a blessing,

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    ~~ Debbie G

    The Lord directs the steps of the godly.
    He delights in every detail of their lives.
     Though they stumble, they will never fall,
    for the Lord holds them by the hand. Psalm 37:23-24

    #peaceinthepause #parkinglotdance #Heholdsmyhand