So Very Thankful!

Update on Shanna…

On Friday I posted a blog about a Thanksgiving lesson I learned when my young children had been sick with the stomach flu.  When I was writing the blog, I had no idea that my biggest Thanksgiving blessing this year would be sort-of-related.

A while back I asked for prayers for my oldest daughter Shanna.  Among other ailments, she has had severe stomach issues. Although it was just the two of us, we went all out for Thanksgiving and prepared a turkey with all the fixings, complete with individual bottles of sparkling cider. For the first time in eight months, Shanna ate a full plate of a variety of foods and didn’t get sick. She didn’t even have to take her anti-nausea medicine. Thank you, Jesus! We are believing that her health will continue to improve. Thank you for all of your prayers!

May we always celebrate the goodness of God with Thanksgiving!

Be abundantly blessed,

Jeannie

In the Moment

 

Today’s post was written by Stacey Tuley, a wonderful lady with a huge heart. May we always remember that we are blessed to be a blessing.

Everyday is a great day to be a blessing right where you are at.

So this happened around lunch time.

I was at the Walgreens at Rodd Field Road and SPID. I arrived ahead of a lady that I was to meet to buy a purse from. She texted she’d be a few minutes late. While waiting on her I was listening to Lauren Daigle. “…In your eyes there’s only grace now…You plead my cause, you right my wrong, you break my chains, you overcome, you gave your life, to give me mine. You say that I am free, how can it be…Yeah ah…”

I watched a man walk slowly and lethargically up to the trash can in broad day light where he retrieved a 1/2 full Dr. Pepper bottle and a bag of some kind of chips. My eyes began to pour as I watched him devour the treasure he’d found. He walked over to sit on a concrete parking marker to finish eating. I realized in that moment that I had to do something. I wanted to immediately go buy him something to eat, but I saw the lady arrive that I was there to meet.

After I picked up the purse, she got back in her car and I walked into the store, trying to hurry before he left the area. I told the store manager what I witnessed outside and that it broke my heart. He said, “Yeh,” as he shook his head, “He hangs around here a lot. We try to help him as we can, and he scares a lot of the customers. I’ll go ask him to leave.” I told the manager, “Wait, No, he didn’t scare me, but he’s obviously hungry. I would like to buy him some food.”  The manager said, “Ok, I’ll go tell him.”

I wasn’t sure what to get the homeless man. I knew he needed some protein and a protein carb combo is good for sustained energy so I got him a big bag of beef jerky, potato chips, a large smart water, and a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup. It wasn’t the ideal place to purchase a meal, but my heart just broke in two for him. How hungry and how desperate must one be to eat from a public trash can at a pharmacy in broad day light with people all around!

The song I had been listening to earlier reminded me of something in that moment. I had watched many people in closer proximity to the homeless man see what I saw and keep on walking. Many others were totally oblivious.  I believe that when we intersect a time and a place there is often a bigger purpose than we may realize and where we have opportunity to be a blessing. I thought I was just going to buy a purse from an online garage sale site, but God had a bigger reason for me to arrive there at 12:57 PM today.

Jesus said when someone is hungry to give them food. When they are thirsty to give them a drink. Whenever we do so we are in effect doing it unto God. I’m so thankful that I had $10 to spend to bless this hungry man. I didn’t need to know why he was hungry, what he did or didn’t do to find himself in this place, or perhaps what mental illness he may have. All I knew in that moment was that he was hungry, and it was my job to get food and water into his hands.

The store manager walked out with me while carrying the bag for the man and said, “I’ll see you to your car.” As the store manager handed the bag to the hungry man, the man reached out his hand to shake my hand. I might as well have shaken the hand of God. The man didn’t say much, but he looked me straight in the eyes and said a very humbled and sincere “Thank you.” I told him, “You’re very welcome, God bless you, and I hope this helps a little.” His heart was full of gratitude for the gift, and my heart was full of gratitude that I had been at the right place at the right time as was able to help. I know it won’t change his situation, whatever that is, but sometimes just knowing that someone cares in a tangible way in the midst of your struggle is enough for that moment.

God is Faithful

 

God never leaves us nor forsakes us. I pray you will be blessed today with this encouraging word from Lisa Brooks Gerdes. She is a woman who’s life is a testimony to the faithfulness of God.

Tomorrow marks the 19th anniversary of my husband’s passing. WOW, 19 years! It was a suddenly that you don’t expect. Just two months prior to his passing we had adopted our 2 foster sons. God’s timing is perfect. If we had not finalized the adoption, it would have been a fight to keep them. My sons were 14, 11, 7, and 3 years old. We have walked closely with the Lord in those years, some brutal times, some really good times. People remark about my strength, I really am not strong on my own, but I know where my strength comes from.

My sons may have grown up without their earthly father, but The Father was here. It’s powerful when I go to the Lord in prayer and remind Him He is a Father to the Fatherless, and ask Him to deal with His sons. I continue in prayer that each one of them will walk in the fullness of all He has for them.

While our income dropped, through the grace of God (and tithing) our standard of living has increased. God’s new higher math. While my married friends quit inviting me to gatherings, I made friends with the single moms. We gathered together for meals, encouragement and helped each other paint and make repairs to our homes.

I truly believe everything we go through we have a choice, waller in self pity or use it for God’s glory. Have I always done it well? NO. but I strive to do better each day, and I really am not the wallering kind of girl.

The Lord showed me earlier this year that I have been hiding and it’s time to step into all that He has for me. Thank you to those who have encouraged me through this process and will continue to. It’s a process. It has some missteps, and some backsteps, but I am pressing forward.

I am grateful the Lord has surrounded me with people who love fiercely and unconditionally. (David Bendett, Amber Bendett, Tanya Simpson Land, Lauri Tumbleston Lamenca, Myra Oliver, Daniel Skip Long, Connie Bugg Simpson, Rosalinda Cavazos, Patti McBride, Marilyn Gloetzner, Susanne Mayeux, Kim Shepard Gutierrez, Michelle Galvan, Anne Garl, etc. I didn’t realize how many there are) I have a team that work together, cover each other and me. I could not do this work without each of you and together we have much to do.

Someone recently remarked I was like a modern-day Ruth taking care of my Mother-in-law. There is a difference, I pray MY God will become her God.

I write this today to say whatever you are facing today God is with you, call upon His name and you will be amazed at the things He does.

A Memory

Some people have a gift of capturing beauty in photographs. Others capture beauty through their words. My friend Shelly is gifted in both. In today’s post, Shelly paints a beautiful memory with her words.

A memory:

On our way home from Dallas today, we stopped at a Wendy’s. After we sat down, a middle-aged man entered with a tiny, elderly woman. He gently guided her to the line and showed her the menu board. He carried her small purse, handles frayed, to a table and went back to retrieve her and their trays.

He helped her unwrap her food and made several trips to gather the extras for their meal.

Her back was to me, but his merry eyes lit up each time she said something. I crossed near them to dispose of my trash and I saw him reach across the table and pat her cheek gently. “Mom, you’re such a beauty. I hope you know that, ” he told her.

She smiled and dabbed her mouth as she nodded her head slightly. He steadied her shaky hand when she pulled the fork upward for another bite.

I had to stop. “You two…it’s wonderful.”

He grinned. “Well, she’s still my best girl, aren’t you, Mom? Even though you’re 94, we still enjoy our dates, don’t we?”

She nodded and her eyes crinkled softly as she patted his hand.

I don’t know what their story was before, or where the road led them after, but in that moment, they were perfection. Pure, righteous, holy.

contributed by Shelly Smith Morales

 

Walking

Laura and I worked together. I liked her from the moment I met her. She was dedicated, determined, and cared deeply for the residents living in the facility where we were employed. She was also punctual, which says a lot because she didn’t have a car.

During one of our brief opportunities to chat, I invited Laura to a Bible study I was teaching in my home. Since she worked many double shifts, she didn’t think she would be able to come. But God made a way for her to attend.

During discussion time, Laura let loose. I don’t remember what the topic was, but once she started “sharing” our night took a turn. (Some leaders might have seen it as a turn for the worse, but God knew it was a turn for the best.)

As Laura exploded in expletives, my sweet friends just listened with their hearts. Interlaced in a sea of (f) words was a story of abuse, loss, and pain. No one chastised Laura for being inappropriate, they just loved her, listened, asked questions, and prayed.

After the other women went home, Laura sat down at the table while I cleaned up. I could tell she was thinking. After a bit, she said, “I know you care about me.”

“Yes, Laura, we all love you,” I responded.

“Nobody judged me,” she stated, as she looked me straight in the eye. “Nobody said anything about my cussing.”

That night, Laura and I visited for a while. We talked about God’s unconditional love. We talked about healing, forgiveness, and freedom. We talked about a lot of things. Then I drove her home.

After that night, Laura began to regularly attend our weekly meetings. Since she worked most Sundays, she rarely attended church, but it was obvious that she loved Jesus. In the midst of her daily challenges, Laura would silently pray for people, trust God (even in the hard times), and continually give God credit for anything good in her life.

Laura’s death was a shock to everyone. The last day of Laura’s life seemed like every other day. She had set out walking to work, but this time instead of arriving at the retirement apartments, she entered Heaven’s glory. While she was on her way to work, she suffered a severe asthma attack, passed out, and hit her head. She died instantly from brain trauma. Sweet Laura with a heart of gold is now walking on streets of gold.

Whenever I think about Laura, I think about God’s grace and the brevity and uncertainty of life. We never know while on our way to our daily destinations when we will be rerouted to our final destination.

The night Laura opened up her heart and shared her pain, all of us present had a deeper glimpse into God’s heart and His unconditional love for all mankind—reminding us that there is nothing that we could ever do or say to earn or negate His love for us.

Father God is not shocked, nor repulsed by “colorful” language—or “colorful” stories. He is always there with a listening ear and an open heart—just loving us.

Jesus was always walking beside Laura, but Laura didn’t recognize Him until seven years ago when she took hold of His hand and accepted Him as her Savior. The day Laura took her last walk on this earth she went from seeing Him in part, and just holding His hand, to seeing Him face to face in all His glory!

May you be abundantly blessed!

Jeannie

Corinthians 13:12 “Now we see things imperfectly, like puzzling reflections in a mirror, but then we will see everything with perfect clarity. All that I know now is partial and incomplete, but then I will know everything completely, just as God now knows me completely” (NLT).