It’s been an incredible time since mid-March when our lives were turned upside down, relationships reeled, businesses suffered, Zoom fatigue was born. We couldn’t call up someone to meet us for lunch or coffee and talk over heartache or share happiness.
Someone said to me recently, “I wonder how many babies will be born in nine months” during the two week complete national shut-down. In my ministry it isn’t about birth, I wondered about death during the long weeks of isolation, “stay home” …death of a marriage that was already suffering or death of hope in a stepfamily because of upset schedules. We don’t have to feel alone. We stepfamilies are not odd, abnormal, weird, or unnatural. We are different. We deal with loyalties and history as we merge together and take steps to create new memories.
August 8th will be my 7th Stepfamily Rx Conference. It is a place to share and learn as well as be supported and encouraged. See the flyer in the margin.
Due to CV19, we are taking precautions for LIMITED SEATING. Facemasks will be optional and distancing will be respected. After the shutdown, the need for support and encouragement for stepfamilies is great! We are here to partner with you!
An additional speaker and a surprise speaker! You will NOT want to miss this event!
As a speaker, I continue to seek out connections especially during this time of solitude and “no touching” as we watch and listen to how the Covid19 virus is changing our normal way of life.
I need connection with positive-minded, Christ-centered people, women especially. I am fueled, energized, and my love tank is refilled. We need a multitude of individuals that can offer a difference in opinion, some spice, and knowledge; people to love and support and encourage who and what we are.
To grow and learn, I subscribe to devotionals and to speaker professionals…so that I can serve to the best of my ability, my two favorite things: God and people. In an email that I received last week, one speaker professional listed a TedTalk that he promoted as worth watching.
I am sharing it with you because I am a survivor…an end result of what this video is about. Someone recently called me a “wounded healer” and although that sounded a bit like Oral Roberts (some of you will understand…wink, wink), it is true. I lived through what Brene Brown personally experienced. We both survived and can now turn to share and help others with our stories. Check it out for improving your connections: https://www.ted.com/talks/brene_brown_the_power_of_vulnerability#t-868999
Every single day of our lives we face choices. Big, little, meaningful or minor. What is important to remember is that within each fork is another fork and before we know it, if we’re not paying attention, we find ourselves exactly where we do NOT want to be.
Making godly choices are exquisite in that when we invite God into our day upon rising, He is with us. Asking the Holy Spirit for wisdom is…well, wise. And hitting the “pause button” before making an important choice is often the best thing we can do.
I cannot tell you how many times I’ve gone to Kohl’s to return something I felt was “important” at the time that I didn’t need to “choose” on Amazon. 😉
Live today like it’s all you have left with gratitude, learn something new, and love others.
Live, Learn, Love….the Jesus way!
I was trying to find an image that expressed an emotional feeling that came over me when I received some tragic news about a friend of mine. Marilyn and I go back to the 80’s when I was a single mom and she took me under her wing in various ways. She is several years older than I. We’ve kept in touch occasionally over the years. We currently live within two hours of each other. It’s been about four years since I last saw her.
She’d been on my mind a lot lately, so I reached out to her daughter, Ari. Why I didn’t try Marilyn’s phone or write a letter to her home address….I believe is a God thing. Ari told me that her mom has been living in a memory care facility. I was shocked beyond asking for how long. It was like a punch in the chest. Not my friend. Not vibrant, classy, creative, fun Marilyn. Not a disease that steals parts and then all of memory and recall. Not my friend.
I wept, I grieved. I then remembered that our life here is precious, but temporary. Our true home is in heaven. How we end our life here is a mystery…some abrupt, some suffering, some lingering.
It’s already on my calendar in a couple of weeks to contact Ari so she can make arrangements and authorize my visit with Marilyn. I cherish the memories and laughter Marilyn and I shared. I hope to share more with her when I see her, but I also need to be prepared if she does not recognize me. Please Lord, not my friend….let us have one more visit sharing us.
Hug often, tell those you love that you love them…often. God bless you all…..
Rhonda Noordyk is an amazing financial resource for women going through separation and divorce. She also understands the value of multiple issues women experience such as fear, loneliness, etc., so she gathers other resources to offer a more full line of help for women. Rhonda asked me to do a podcast with her, below is the link…..
The following post was on my Facebook feed this morning and it struck me:
I read a terrific article the other day from John Piper’s site, Desiring God. It spoke about how we begin our day. What are we putting in our heads and hearts first thing? I reflected on this and realized I’d slipped again into a routine that justified my age and stage in life rather than my spiritual, emotional, and ultimately physical well-being.
So, my decision rather than resolution will be to begin each day with my Bible after I watch Joyce Meyers at 6:30 a.m. She is a good teacher and although not perfect, I glean important spiritual points from her and she usually causes me to look up the Scriptures she is speaking on.
An elderly gentleman at church last weekend remarked about 2020 and perfect vision. I hadn’t even thought of it that way because I hadn’t seen any images relating the year 2020 to eyes or eyewear. But once he said that my mind began to swirl and ponder.
I considered my mental vision. I will not look in the rearview mirror as I enter tomorrow, the first day of 2020, I will focus on the windshield….the broad future that lies ahead. God has my steering wheel and I have my will to trust Him to take me where His plans are. I am expecting great things.
Happy Blessed New Year to you all! How are you “looking at” your new year….behind you or what’s ahead?
God Bless America….let’s end the animosity, please. Our vision for America should be solidarity not strife.