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I apologize for not having posted this months ago, but I have officially moved this blog to an independent website: www.hungrytolearn.com
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Celebrating the little things (unless those little things are roaches)

In just a few hours, I'll find myself at work, and I'm sure several people will ask "How was your weekend?" Instead of just "good" or "fine", I though I'd take a moment to remember what actually transpired this weekend.

Saturday morning I asked my husband if he wanted to go garage sailing with me.  He did, and we set off just before 8am.  After a half-dozen busts, we came to a home selling a lot of high end audio equipment and hit a big "score", finding quality tower speakers for a fraction of retail cost.

Then, we headed home to clean up, as I had a date with my younger daughter to attend New Mexico Fashion Week.  We had bought tickets to this event for her birthday.  She loves fashion, and wants to find her niche within the industry one day, so I thought this would be a great exposure for her.

I must interject a story about my view of the fashion industry at this point.  I don't much care for it--and I often don't agree with it.  After all, it seems to me that a few high powered individuals gave permission for the 80s to throw up on the 2010s and make everything that was wrong about my middle and high school years popular with my children!

But, all joking aside, it does seem a strange industry for anyone of faith to be involved in--until I got an "ah ha" moment when hearing John Stonestreet speak a few years ago.  He relayed a conversation that he had with two college age women who wanted to pursue careers in the fashion world.  When he asked them why Christian women should be part of that industry, they answered: "Because the fashion industry tells women what beauty is." To have women (or men) of faith who can interject the truth of where real beauty lies, is a gift this world needs.

So, on to the fashion show we went.  My daughter was so happy, and I was glad I made the effort to spend time doing something out of my comfort zone, for her sake.  We saw some remarkable creations and got to experience our first runway (which was neat with a dose of strange).   

 

 

Sunday was our weekly lunch with my husband's family, which we love.  A meal, cooked by my mother-in-law, and a chance to sit together and talk and experience life together is indeed a precious opportunity.

The afternoon hours were filled with packing bags and getting necessities for a short youth trip that our girls are taking with church.  Off they went, and then we go the bonus gift of a date night!

Now, Monday morning is here, and I woke early which allowed me some time to write.  The weather has turned warmer, and while I'm 99% thankful for that, with it come the return of the bugs--and notable, the cockroaches!  While blogging this morning, I had to get up and kill 5.  But, that in turn makes me thankful for bug spray and a husband who will take care of the bug problem.

May the Lord bless your week, my friends.  I pray that as you reflect over this last weekend, you too will find things to be thankful for.  And, when you get asked the inevitable question of "how was your weekend?", the answer might be a heartfelt: "Blessed!"

Old Desk, New Desk

Last Wednesday I had my final broadcast on KDAZ AM730.  It closed out a 5 day run of guests whom I had purposefully scheduled to come in and help me "talk out" my last days at a station I love.  Friends and ministry partners came in and wished me well, and we talked about our heart(s) for Albuquerque and why it matters that we choose to engage and love on/in our community.

The final hour of the program was spent with a dear friend, Chuck Elmore, who prayed for me and commissioned me onward and upward.  Son Broadcasting President, Annette Garcia, also came in to speak a word of blessing and to send me into my next role. It was a sweet and treasured hour.  I'm kicking myself for not recording it, but perhaps my forgetfulness was God's way of encouraging me to rely on the mental imprint, rather than digital playback.

It wasn't until a few hours after the broadcast ended that the finality of what had transpired really hit me.  I was cleaning out my desk, and the tears began to flow.  Sorting through books and business cards, tea packets and notepads, it was a moment of realization that my little corner desk wasn't going to be mine anymore.  My belongings would be removed and the space would be vacant.  I took my big blue yoga ball, and my few remaining items and packed them into my car, and really cried. 

I don't question my decision to move into a new professional role. God had been working behind the scenes long enough, that I knew the timing and situation was right for me to make the change.  But just because God is behind (and in) the change, doesn't make it pain free.

I must take a moment to be candid.  My husband gave me advice that I didn't heed.  He suggested that I take some time off between jobs to just rest.  Thinking that I had to make my schedule work out in a particular way, I charged ahead.  I ended my job at KDAZ on Wednesday, and then arrived first thing Thursday morning to start my new position.  Looking at my new desk, tears welled up in my eyes.  I hadn't given myself the time I needed to process these big changes.

There is an excitement that comes with this new job.  I'm eager to see what God is going to do in and through me.  The beauty of working in ministry is, that though I may be at a different station now, we all serve the same Captain.  Together, our respective teams play out our roles as we advance toward the finals. 




 

Saying Goodbye

Today I shared some big news.  After more than 7 years with Son Broadcasting and AM730 KDAZ, it is time for me to say goodbye.  Having spent much time in prayer and consultation with friends and family, I have accepted a position working with another ministry in the Albuquerque area.  It will be hard to part with my working family as I feel that I have grown up at KDAZ, in many different ways.

I am exceedingly thankful that Jim Sandell took a chance on me when he hired me to co-host The AM730 Morning Show all those years ago.  I have loved the tremendous opportunity I've been given to work in radio.

 

 

I have learned so much, and have been given the opportunity to meet some remarkable people along the way.  From national radio host Janet Parshall, to Congressman Steve Pearce, there have been many individuals of influence and authority who have been gracious, patient and kind to me. 

The Son Broadcasting staff have treated me like family and I will miss them greatly!

 

 It has been a fun journey and this goodbye is not the end.

 

 

In closing, I have to thank two specific people, who have impacted me in a very special way:

 

Annette Garcia, President of Son Broadcasting, has been a constant in my broadcast career.  From the time I was hired, she has showered me with her love and support.  On many occasions we have laughed and cried together, prayed and stood in faith together.  But above all, we have loved the Lord and trusted Him with our choices.  She is Godly woman, and has taught me much.

 

And finally, Dan Rosecrans--oh where to begin?  When he came on board as Program Director, I thought he was a little crazy and didn't know how we would ever work together.  Yet, it didn't take long before he taught me how to loosen up and have fun along the way.  His love of life and laughter is infectious and there is no doubt that he chose to propel me forward, even if it meant that he would stay behind.  I will greatly miss my radio buddy, and to him, I give my heart felt thanks.

 

The beauty of the work that we do, is that in working for the King of Kings, we are all in the same business, we just have different roles. There is no doubt that our paths will cross again.  So this goodbye is really just an "until next time". 

 



Raindrops On Roses and Scars On My Toeses

The Sound of Music is such an iconic movie. For many, the scene that first comes to mind is when Maria comforts the children during the rainstorm and sings "My Favorite Things". While not entirely historically accurate, the movie rendering of the von Trapp family and their musical journey has encouraged generations with a message of hope, love and perseverance. 

The idea of focusing on the positive in the midst of fear or turmoil is not just common sense, but Biblical as well.  Philippians 4:8 reads: "Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things."

That is not always an easy task. When things get rough, choosing to focus on the lovely is a struggle.  These last two weeks have been very challenging for me.  Between some high stress situations and a daughter's repeated sickness, I've often been in tears, fighting against depression.  Thankfully, my cloud has lifted and I'm much more at peace.  I know that several people have been praying for me and I'm very thankful for that. 

Looking back over the last few years, it has occurred to me that issues that were once a huge stress or problem, have now become blessings.  For example, two different skin cancers were removed, and though I don't like the scars or scraggly hairs left behind, they are evidence of a problem solved.  The cancer was caught and eliminated.  I could choose to see them as ugly (and sometimes I do) but when I'm in a more gratitude oriented mindset, I see them as answered prayers and a sign of God's provision.
  

Today, be encouraged to think on your favorite things (blessings), whether they are raindrops on roses or scars on your toes(es). When the dog bites, when the bee stings, when you're feeling bad--remember to choose to think on the good, and enlist some trusted friends to pray for you. 

The Missing Suitcase

On Sunday, we returned home from a remarkable trip to Bolivia.  My husband, his sister and their mother were all born there.  Much of my husband's childhood was spent there and this was a once in a lifetime trip, where 10 of us were able to travel together to see part of our family's history and heritage.  In the group was our family of four, my sister-in-law and her family of four, along with my in-laws. 

The 10 of us and our 19 pieces of luggage left Albuquerque mid-January and spent two weeks in the middle of South America.  It was an amazing experience.  The sights, the smells and the sounds were all foreign to me. I ate and drank things I never would have imaged (sheep heart and a corn beverage).  I often found myself sardined into a "Mini Bus", a van with extra seats added, transporting as many as 17 passengers at a time!

The crowds of people were often overwhelming.  The vibrant colors of the fabrics provided a strange frame to the faces of the many impoverished beggars that lined the streets. Indian women carried their babies on their backs and hunched men struggled up hills, hauling the goods that they would sell from their roadside stands. 

It was a good trip, but it was also a hard trip.  All four of the children got sick--everything from fevers and coughs to intestinal infections.  My embarrassing ignorance of the Spanish language often left me sitting in the middle of conversations, guessing at the subject matter based on facial expressions, hand gestures and the occasional word I recognized. 

By the time we left, I had gotten sick as well.  The 2 day journey home was full of delays and frustrations.  It was at the Miami International Airport that we realized one of our suitcases was missing.

Hours of phone calls and attempts to track the bag have thus far proved unfruitful.  Aside from the many items of clothing that are missing, my youngest daughter also lost all of the special items that she bought as gifts for friends.  We have prayed often for the return of the lost bag, but as each new day passes, the chances of us retrieving it become more doubtful.

In the first 48 hours, I had every expectation that God was going to do something wonderfully miraculous and reunite us with the bag.  I figured that He's surely want to boost my daughter's faith by answering this simple request. 

It was this morning, in a time of quite prayer and reflection, that I had to concede that His answer might be "no".  The bag may never be returned and those special items will be lost to us.  Does that mean God is mean or unfeeling?  Knowing His character, I had to admit that though I don't understand, His "no" is for our good. 

This simple and relatively pain-free lesson (on the scale of life's woes) reminded me again that I need to be careful not to view God as a magic genie.  It's not a question of asking for something and "poof"--request granted.  I can ask my Abba Father for something, but if, in His wisdom he says "wait" or "no", those are still good answers.  My selfish heart longs for what I want, when I want it.  Yet, my desire to grow in my faith will undoubtedly require me to receive many answers that are contrary to what I want, and more importantly, in line with what I need.  I am thankful that the prayers of safe travel were all answered in the affirmative.  We are home and I am grateful for the many blessings that we take for granted here in America. 

Fresh Starts

It's a new year (again).  The ads for gym memberships and dieting products are everywhere.  Organization and de-cluttering is top of mind as the Christmas decorations are packed away.  We want this new year to be fresh and different. Behinds us are weeks of bad eating, crazy schedules and sometimes painful situations.  Many of us long for a clean start to the year--a "do over" of sorts.

I was struck today by two "do-over" stories from Scripture.  It just so happened that these passages were listed as the daily reading in the online devotional "My Utmost for His Highest".  First came the story of Cain and Abel, then the story of Noah and the great flood. 

Most are familiar with the basic details of the Cain and Abel story, but I was reminded today of God's grace as I re-read the account from Genesis.  Cain, in a fit of jealousy and rage, kills his brother.  God delivers a consequence for the killing of Abel by driving Cain away from his home, and cursing the ground.  It then reads:

"Cain said to the Lord, “My punishment is more than I can bear. ¹⁴ Today you are driving me from the land, and I will be hidden from your presence; I will be a restless wanderer on the earth, and whoever finds me will kill me.”

¹⁵ But the Lord said to him, “Not so; anyone who kills Cain will suffer vengeance seven times over.” Then the Lord put a mark on Cain so that no one who found him would kill him. ¹⁶ So Cain went out from the Lord’s presence and lived in the land of Nod, east of Eden."

 

Cain was forced to have a fresh start.  God could have ended his life, struck him with a plague, or any number of punishments.  Instead, he spared him, showed him mercy and sent him on his way.  Cain goes on to find a wife and start a family.  Does he live a happy life after that?  We simply don't know.

 

Then comes the story of Noah:

^"The Lord saw how great the wickedness of the human race had become on the earth, and that every inclination of the thoughts of the human heart was only evil all the time. ⁶ The Lord regretted that he had made human beings on the earth, and his heart was deeply troubled. ⁷ So the Lord said, “I will wipe from the face of the earth the human race I have created—and with them the animals, the birds and the creatures that move along the ground—for I regret that I have made them.” ⁸ But Noah found favor in the eyes of the Lord."

 

If you are basing your knowledge of the entirety of the story of Noah from last year's movie, don't! Go back and read the full account in Genesis.  It's a sad story, but also one of God's mercy, as he allows Noah, his sons and their wives the opportunity to start again. 

 

Do either of these stories resonate with you?  Perhaps you feel as though your new year comes on the heals of bad choices you've made; damaged relationship, broken promises and a host of events that you can't take back.  Or maybe, you feel as though the world, in it's brokenness, has left you with nothing.  You have only the bare necessities and little hope for what may lie ahead. 

 

God can give you the fresh start you desire.  It may not come in the way, or with the ease you would desire.  However, He is a God of mercy and second chances.  Seek Him today as you begin to plan out what comes next.  Regardless of what circumstance you find yourself in today, know that He can be trusted with your tomorrow. 

 

I pray that 2015 will expose you to the bigness of God's love for you.  I pray that you will find peace and joy in walking with Him.  I close with a Scriptural blessing for everyone reading this:

 

The LORD bless you and keep you; The LORD make His face shine upon you, and be gracious to you; the LORD lift up His countenance upon you, and give you peace." Numbers 6:24-26

 

 



 

 

The Day After Christmas

Twas the day after Christmas and all through the house,

were papers and dishes--I tried not to grouse.

Remnants of parties and presents and friends,

caused my rigid sense of order, so slightly to bend.

My prayer sent to heaven with thanks for my blessings,

asking strength for the day and a freedom from stressing.

Soon the mess will be cleaned and the home set aright,

but until then, it need not give me a fright.

For disorder, you see, is a sign my house lives,

and hospitality is one of the gifts we can give.

So, in the days that fly by between now and New Year,

I wish you and your family an abundance of cheer.

Reflect on the joy you’re equipped to provide,

and make your heart light as you open doors wide.

 

Waiting For What Matters

Once again, I find myself in a position of waiting.  I never really like this place.  You think I'd be more comfortable with this space.  After all, I seem to do it quite often.  But, just as a waiting room is never your final destination, our position in life's timetable is never permanent either.  

I was going to reference the Dr.Seuss poem "The Waiting Place" and insert the iconic image of his strange cartoon people waiting.  But, curious about what other "waiting" images there were out there, I began to explore, and was struck by the fact that this "condition" is universal.  Time and again, through art and photographs, human kind has been captured waiting  We all wait.  Some of us for things of great importance in our careers or situations, others for the simple necessities of life. 

Scroll through the images and take a moment to reflect on the saying "The best things in life are worth waiting for."  After my image search, my frustration with waiting seems to have been greatly diminished. 

Husaybah, Iraq (Dec. 15, 2005) - Iraqi citizens wait in line at a polling site in the city of Husaybah, Iraq to vote during the country’s first parliamentary election. Iraqi citizens elected their first permanent parliamentary government, which will lead the new democracy for the next four years. U.S. Marine Corps photo by Lance Cpl. Sheila M. Brooks (RELEASED)

 

 

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Photo by Rod Waddington.  Ethiopia

 

Photo by Charles O'Rear.  1941  Waiting for a train outside the station at Albuquerque, NM

Photo by Jennifer Murawski. The lone salaryman gets sent out to reserve a picnic spot for the office during cherry blossom viewing season. They usually show up before 9am to just sit there all day long in suits, alone until everyone else shows up, probably after 5-6pm.

Photo by SGT Zach Sheely.  Family members wait for U.S. Soldiers with Golf Company, 2nd Battalion, 135th Aviation Regiment, Kansas Army National Guard to arrive during a homecoming ceremony Sept. 7, 2014, at Forbes Field in Topeka, Kan. Soldiers with the unit returned home after a 10-month deployment to Afghanistan.

Why I Cleaned Up Their Mess

Running the social media pages for Son Broadcasting, I come across lots of cute sayings, Tweet-worthy quotes, and pictures of everything from cats to vacations.  There are no lack of videos of people wiping out on skateboards, or elephants painting pictures.  Most of it doesn't catch much of my attention.

Today however, I came across a Spanish language (with subtitles) commercial/video for IKEA.  It made me cry and once again caused me to ask myself how I am spending time with my children.

We have some good laughs together.  There are countless conversations about choices, boys, homework and character.  Yet, I was convicted that much of my time with them is distracted.  The demands on my time are heavy, and I find myself spinning more plates than I probably should. 

When I came home at lunch time today, I found the kitchen wrecked.  The girls had obviously made cookies before they left for school.  But, based on the caked-on remains that covered the cookie sheets, it was evident that they hadn't been very successful. 

My options were: leave the mess and make them (rightfully so) clean up the kitchen after school or clean it up myself and allow time for us to make a successful batch of cookies this afternoon.  I'm not suggesting that the lesson be "leave your mess, and let mom pick it up" but after weighing my options, I choose planned, purposeful, uninterrupted time with my children this afternoon. 

They will learn how to do dishes and to pick up after themselves.  But the only one who can teach them to have a great relationship with their mother is me! 

The Gift of Freedom

And, they’re off!  American shoppers began lining up Thanksgiving Day to take advantage of discounts and special offers for Christmas.  Maybe you got lucky and scored a few great deals yourself.  While you may know exactly what to get some of the people on your list, I’m guessing that shopping for your spouse isn’t all that easy.  It’s sometimes those we know the best that are the hardest to shop for.

I have a theory, that the more intimate the relationship, the more difficult it is to come up with a meaningful gift.  Sure, they may love a new gaming console, giant TV or iPhone, but it isn’t what they really need.  When it comes to our spouses, we usually can’t wrap up their heart’s desires. 

Perhaps, what they most need is assurance that they are loved.  I haven’t found that on Amazon yet.  Maybe the real issue is that they need to feel respected and heard.  Walmart was out of stock.  Even Target was a bust when it came to finding validation and motivation. 

In all seriousness, one gift that millions of men and women are craving is simply, freedom.  To be set free from addiction to drugs or alcohol is a dream.  Maybe the struggle lies in overeating or self-doubt.  For a huge number of both men and women, they want freedom from pornography. 

Porn is destroying marriages and lives at an alarming rate.  You won’t find many people that would say “I want to stay lost in this dark, seedy world.”  That’s because porn is a mirage.  That allure and excitement that first pulled them in, led to a world without life; no rest, no shade, no water that ever satisfies.

There is a tool out there, to help those struggling with porn.  It’s software from X3watch that offers accountability and resources, while providing a block to inappropriate content on all internet connected devises.  This program is designed to help provide the freedom that so many are craving.

This may be a gift you can give your spouse.  Or, maybe it’s a gift you give yourself.  Sadly, porn has reached its dirty hands into the lives of men and women, in every age group and defied all socioeconomic bounds. 

If you are ready to deal with porn addiction head on, click here . Let X3watch help you in this quest for freedom.  As you celebrate the Christmas season, let X3watch help restore hope to your family. Begin the journey of healing and come to know what a gift it is to be set free.

A Willing Chauffer

Oh, how much can change in a week’s time!  Last weekend, I was deeply immersed in the experience of watching God at work through my dear friend Carlene Prince, who had come to share her testimony and music at the Son Broadcasting banquet.  Since I dropped her off at the airport, we’ve had Thanksgiving, Black Friday, and many of my neighbors have put up their Christmas lights.  Before the memories of last weekend’s events succumb to the busyness of the season, I wanted to be sure to capture some important thoughts.

Have you ever been host to a guest who relied on you, not just for food and lodging, but for transportation as well?  Then you will know that you must lay down your own schedule, and normal routine for the sake of that guest.  If this guest is a person of influence/importance, then your time table must defer to that of the guest.  This was the case last weekend.  By no means am I suggesting that it was a burden or unpleasant.  I simply mean to set the stage for a greater understanding of a beautiful God moment.

Sitting in the “audience” at Abundant Life Christian Center in Belen, I had a jealous thought pass through my head.  As I was watching Carlene share her music, I wished that I could be used in such a way.  I wished I was more than just her driver.  I must pause to say that my confession of jealousy is real, but God, in His goodness allowed me only a moment to stay in self-pity.  He quickly showed me my role in His Kingdom work, and how even drivers play a very important part.    

From church we went out to lunch with Pastor Barney and his wife Sandi.  This conversation was full of life and Spirit and encouraged my heart.  Through my brother and sisters in Christ, the Lord affirmed me, and reminded me that my desires, my prayers, and my talents were important to Him.  I have no doubt that this lunch meeting set the stage for future ministry work that only God could have woven together. 

The weekend I served being Carlene’s driver was necessary to remind me of important principles.  First, I should never be too proud to carry out any job that the Lord has assigned me to.  After all, it isn’t (and shouldn’t) be about me.  Secondly, the tapestry that God is weaving together with the treads of my life, may have looked scattered and disjointed, but I was reminded that I was standing on the wrong side of His work.  What, to my natural eyes looked like nonsensical patterns and colors, was the back side of the weaving.  Had I been in front, observing the masterpiece for what it is, I would have seen purpose, design and artistry!

This last week, a classic movie continued to come to mind.  The 1954 version of Sabrina, with Humphrey Bogart and Audrey Hepburn, is the story of a rich family with two sons, and the intrigue/love story that plays out with the chauffer’s daughter.  While it’s a cute romantic comedy, I couldn’t help but think of one of the closing scenes with Sabrina’s father, the chauffer.  With a grin on his face, he gives the stunning news that he has become quite wealthy.  Throughout the years, he’d listened closely to the business dealings that had transpired in the back seat of the car he was driving.  He learned when to buy and sell stocks, and came to learn about investment opportunities that a man of his position “shouldn’t” know.

God needs willing drivers.  I want to not just be obedient if He calls upon me to chauffer, but to carry out the task with a willing, cheerful heart, ready to see what I can learn on the drive.  If you have been put in a position to serve as a support to someone else’s ministry, don’t grow weary.  God is so good, and knows your heart, desires and giftings.  Allow this season to be one of great growth and education as you learn from those He’s called you to drive. 

1 Corinthians 12 (various verses):
Now there are varieties of gifts, but the same Spirit; and there are varieties of service, but the same Lord; and there are varieties of activities, but it is the same God who empowers them all in everyone. . . . For the body does not consist of one member but of many.  If the foot should say, “Because I am not a hand, I do not belong to the body,” that would not make it any less a part of the body. And if the ear should say, “Because I am not an eye, I do not belong to the body,” that would not make it any less a part of the body. If the whole body were an eye, where would be the sense of hearing? If the whole body were an ear, where would be the sense of smell? But as it is, God arranged the members in the body, each one of them, as he chose. If all were a single member, where would the body be? As it is, there are many parts, yet one body.

Watching God Work

Yesterday morning, I sat among 20 colleagues, friends and ministry leaders at a special breakfast.  This was on the heals of the Son Broadcasting banquet, which had been just the night before.  Directly across from me was Congressman Steve Pearce.  The fact that this man has become a friend, is a God story all its own.  To my right, sat a woman who has become so dear to my heart, Carlene Prince.  Both of these remarkable people had been guest speakers at the banquet.

The Congressman began to tell a story: "When I was in Jordan, talking with the King. . . "  I just had to laugh.  What a strange and beautiful way God has connected people from around the world.  I don't have time to share all the details of the story, but at the end, he grinned and told Carlene that she should perform for the Jordanian King when he visits Hobbs, NM.  Somehow, I don't doubt that this will happen one day.

At the banquet, it had been my role to introduce Carlene to the audience.  I was able to take a moment to share a mini version of how so many prayers had been answered through both Carlene and Congressman Pearce. 

My prayers for provision for a broadcasting conference had been met indirectly through the actions of these two.  I had prayed a big, bold prayer that God would provide the means for me to travel to Nashville for the NRB (National Religious Broadcasters) conference.  He did it, and in wild and extravagant ways. 

I had been praying for a friend.  Someone with whom I could really connect.  Someone who could understand me and love and understand my weirdness.  He did it, and through NRB, brought me a sister in Christ, and a dear friend, Carlene.

I had prayed that the platform God had given me, through radio and speaking, would be used to bless and encourage others.  After the banquet, I got several comments that others had been affirmed through my remarks.  He did it.

This morning, I will be driving Carlene down to Belen, NM to speak and sing at a church.  After the banquet, a pastor had sought her out, and asked if she would be willing to come minister at his church before she had to leave town.  Feeling God at work, she agreed, and soon we will travel to see Him do something amazing once again.

Carlene has an incredible voice, and is in the process of recording her first CD.  She has a big, bold faith that God is going to provide.  I'm excited to watch with her, as He uses His people to provide for all her needs.  If you would like to be part of her answered prayer, you can contribute to her project here: http://www.gofundme.com/carleneprince

I pray that you are encouraged, knowing God is at work, and is in the business of answering prayers.  I have to cut this short, as we get ready to hit the road, with eager expectation of what God is going to do through this brand new day.

The Hoarder's House

About a month ago, I got a call to inform me that someone who I'd known since childhood, had been admitted into the hospital.  The diagnosis is cancer, and there have been many complications that have led to a prolonged hospital stay.

This individual has a cat, and my father, being compelled to make sure it was ok, went to the house to check up on it.  What was discovered when he first walked through the front door was something that has literally caused him nightmares. The sick man is a hoarder.

I've heard about hoarders, and may have even seen a few minutes of a TV special about them.  But, to walk through one of these houses, is something that affects you--deeply.  There is a spirit of despair and defeat in the air.  The dust is so thick, the contents of the home so dirty, that you feel contaminated just standing there.

God bless my parents!  They have been working a few hours each day to begin to clear out the years of newspapers and debris. They've made amazing progress.  I, along with my husband, sister, some extended family and friends, have also put in many hours of work.  We've finally gotten to the point where we can uncover surfaces (counters, tables, floor) and what we have found is disgusting. 

My point in writing this account is not to shame or accuse this man.  Something is horribly wrong in his mind if he is unable to see the damage to/danger of his own home.  To let years pass by, without asking for help, has likely kept him in a prison of shame and paranoia of discovery. 

For as long as I've known him, this man has put on an air of pride and arrogance. I of course, had never seen his house prior to this, but many times he'd been over visiting my parents, I'd see him and heard his loud objections to many of the tenants of our faith and values.  It turns out, this very vocal and difficult man, was hiding a big, dirty secret. 

I'm not sure what to expect the next time I see him.  Will there be embarrassment and humility in his eyes?  Will there be angry defiance?  No mater what transpires, I know that I will never be able to view him in the same way.  For me, what once was an irritated annoyance at his personality, has been transformed into a sympathetic wonderment.  What type of sadness or hurt has plagued his life?  What has it done to his spirit to hide this secret for so many years?

We've all heard the expression "Don't judge a book by its cover."  This of course, can be directly applied to people, and their sometimes rough and ragged exteriors.  I've been reminded once again, that some of the most difficult people we encounter, are those that need the most love and help. 

Finally, it makes me even more thankful for a close-knit group of people who love and care about me.  If something in me were to "snap", they would jump in and intervene before things got out of hand.  For this man, he had no one who he trusted enough, to really allow them into his life. 

Let us all take a second look at those people who rub us the wrong way.  It just may be someone who desperately needs our tenderness and compassion. 

Running Someone Else's Race?

Today is the Duke City Marathon.  It's the largest running event in the State of New Mexico.  Several thousand people come out to participate in a variety of running events from a 5k walk to the full Marathon. 

Last year, I was training for the 20K walk. I had intended to participate, but financially had to forgo registration when the time came around. I was disappointed, but exercise is rarely in vein.

Then, a few days before the event, my co-host, who had been planning on participating in the 20K, pulled a muscle and was unable to attend.  He offered me his bib and registration which I gladly accepted.  Because organizers of the event did not allow for registration transfer, my timing chip referred to a 59 year old man.

Runners are tough.  They train hard and are dedicated and passionate.  But don't you think that long distance walkers are softies.  This group of hard core pavement pounders blew me away.  To give you a little idea about how fast these guys (and gals) are trucking, the winner came in at 2:06, making her pace just over a 10 minute mile!

The day of the race came quickly, and I gave it my all.  There was an older gentleman in very short red shorts that I found myself chasing almost the entire way.  At the half-way mark, I was running short on steam, but willed myself to keep trucking, trying not to loose my pace. 

Finally, the last mile marker was in sight.  That alone gave me renewed energy. That guy in the red shorts was starting to slow and I saw my chance. I kicked it into high gear and pulled ahead.

When I crossed the finish line a few minutes later, I was exhausted, but so very happy to have finished the race.  But, the MC didn't announce my name, undoubtedly because he was quite confused when my bib number correlated with a man named Dan.

A few hour later, when the results were posted, I looked down the list to see how I had done.  Much to my surprise, I had come in almost 10 minutes faster than I had anticipated.  Even better than that, I had won the Men's Masters Division!  Take that, guy in the red shorts!

When I called and excitedly shared the news with Dan, we had a good laugh about it.  Being honorable, he called the officials and let them know that it hasn't been him, racing under that bib number.  They thanked him for his honesty, and the record was quickly changed.  Any trace that I had ever been part of that event was completely erased.

This year, back in early fall, we bought a Marathon registration for a friend's birthday gift.  Just a few days ago, she notified me that she wouldn't be able to participate.  Not wanting the registration to go to waste, I investigated what my options were.  Rules stated that you could switch events, but you could not transfer registration to anyone else.  So yesterday, I went to the packet pick up booth and moved the full Marathon down to a half.  Though I haven't been training, I'm pretty good at long distances and figured I can finish a walking half-marathon, knowing that my times won't be as good.

Taking a shot in the dark, I ask the officials if there was any chance of transferring the registration into my name.  To my surprise and delight, they agreed (I hope this doesn't get them in trouble). 
Now, the computer chip in bib number 405 will reflect me!

Though I had done well, pushed hard and "won" the first race, it wasn't my own.  I can never win someone else's race.  Today, though not well prepared, I will give it my all.  I don't expect to be on the winner's board, but I will have the added satisfaction knowing that it was under my name. 

If I do this event a third time, I want to do it right from start to finish.  I want to train, I want to properly register, and I want to come across the finish line having given my very best.  As for today, wish me luck (and pray for no sprains). 

"Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one receives the prize? So run that you may obtain it." 1 Corinthians 9:24

The Beauty Before the Fall

I love the fall season.  There is something about nature's vibrant colors that stirs my heart.  Every year, I feel compelled to get up into the mountains and witness this transformation that takes place.  There is a short window of time before the yellows, oranges and reds fade into brown and eventually dissipate all together.  I suppose it's the season's way of "going out in a blaze of glory". 

 

 

I long to be as spectacular--to be the kind of person who bursts forth with all the color and exuberance that this season brings.  At the end of it all, I may be striped bare by the wind, but I know that after the winter, newness of life will come again. 

 

We were therefore buried with him through baptism into death in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, we too may live a new life. Romans 6:4

One Day Shy of a Full Moon

Today I was reminded of a devotional I wrote many "moons" ago.  Interestingly, today is also the day before the full moon.  I hope this encourages your heart.

Early this morning on my way to work, I was captivated by the big yellow moon that seemed to hang slightly askew over the city.  I contemplated why, as beautiful as the moon was, it just didn’t look “quite right.”  My mind slowly filtered through some files, until I realized that tomorrow is the full moon.  I don’t typically track moon phases, but my wall calendar happens to list them, and I had noticed that the moon would be full on the date of my daughter’s field trip.  So that made today one day shy of a full moon.

I instantly felt that we had something in common, the moon and I.  I have often shared that one of my favorite song lyrics is from Salvador’s “Shine”: “Lord let me shine, shine like the moon.  A reflection of You! All that I do.”  I so badly want to be a reflection of the glory of the Son, but today I felt a little less than full. 

Worries and stresses from the night before still hung like a fog in my mind.  Peace was slowly beginning to re-enter the picture after praying and trusting the Lord for His perfect outcome.  But, just as the moon has its phases, so do I.  I would love it if I would constantly (consistently) reflect the fullness of His truth.  Sadly, I wax and wane quite often.

Now, just after breakfast, I feel full.  Granted, I just ate, but I’m ready to grasp hold of the promises of the Lord:  “So then, just as you received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue to live your lives in him, rooted and built up in him, strengthened in the faith as you were taught, and overflowing with thankfulness . . .  and in Christ you have been brought to fullness.” Colossians 2:6-10

Though nature may have to wait a few more hours for the moon to find its fullness, I choose to begin now.  And God willing, in the coming days as I feel my fullness start to slip away, I will turn back to His word and remember another truth: “And God is able to bless you abundantly, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.” 2 Corinthians 9:8

                                                                                                                                          

A Place in the Choir

My first time being on stage in a theatrical performance was in 6th grade.  I was cast as the lead for the Vacation Bible School production of "All God's Creatures Have a Place in the Choir" (I think that was the name).  It was at least the title of the signature song we had to sing.  We were all dressed as animals and I was Professor Owl.

As little as I remember about the overall experience, I somehow have always retained the lines to the chorus of that key song:
All God's creatures got a place in the choir.  Some sing low, some sing higher, some sing out loud on the telephone wire.  And some just clap their hand, or paws, or anything they got now.

Somehow, these lines seem so very fitting now, when I examine an issue that has been hotly debated both personally and professionally over the last few weeks: Christian films.

A few weeks ago, there were a series of movie reviews that were published about A Matter of Faith by Rich Christiano.  The reviews were very harsh and caused Dan and I to debate with listeners and friends about what our role is in supporting or critiquing Christian films.

Before this conversation, I suppose I had been pretty quick to pan Christian films.  While the overall quality has been improving over the last several years, many films I'd seen had left me wondering why/how they ever got produced.  The story often fell flat, the acting was sub par and the quality of production was noticeably poor.

Yet, in the midst of our radio/online debate, I was challenged in my way of thinking.  I've come to realize that I'm not always (usually) the intended audience.  Sure, from a financial point of view, these filmmakers would like every seat filled with any warm body, but the message isn't always meant for me.

There will be films that leave me scratching (or shaking) my head, but someone else may be touched in a deep and personal way with a message that they needed to hear.  Over the last weeks, I've seen more evidence to that end.

So today, when I had the opportunity to screen A Matter of Faith I went in trying to be open minded, but not having high expectations.  I have to say, I was pleasantly surprised.  I never found myself cringing at the quality of the acting.  The production value was good.  The story (despite critical reviews to the contrary) seemed to be solid.

Is this film going to appeal to everyone? No.  But, it is going to reach God's intended audience with a powerful message about the reality that students are being exposed to the teaching of evolution as an undisputed fact.  There are issues brought up in the 88 minutes of this film that are worth discussing around the kitchen table or proverbial water cooler.

The critics that slammed this movie come from the world of academia and uber intelligent debate circles.  I'm not part of that world.  Perhaps, that is why I enjoyed the film whereas they found reason to tear it apart.

Going back to my VBS song, all God's filmmakers (assuming they are following the direction of the Holy Spirit) got a place in the choir.  Some will "sing" low where others will "sing" higher.  Every Christian should be doing their very best work in every field, but [again] assuming that these filmmakers are doing their finest work with the resources available to them, then I am satisfied to leave the outcome in the hands of the Lord.

If you ask me about a particular movie, I may need to honestly say "I didn't care for it" but I hope I've learned my own lesson not to rip it apart.  The other side of this same coin is, when we hear terrible reviews or learn of someone who strongly dislike a film, we need not assume it would be wasted on us.  After all, God has used some very unique methods to minister to his children, and that "bad" movie may be something that you need to see.

Do we need to stand in support of every Christian film out there?  I don't think so.  But we should always keep an open mind and watchful eye out for how God can use them for His glory and the betterment of His people.

Craming It All In

T minus 40 minutes before I pick the girls up from school.  This week has been unusually busy and I've tried to make good use of my time.  My head is swimming a bit between banquet planning for work, trying to cram in Spanish lessons when I can, and staying on top of other projects (writing included).

Last week, we meet with a new small group and part of the discussion revolved around being sensitive to the prompting of the Holy Spirit.  There have been a number of times when a thought comes to mind, and I've dismissed it as my personal craziness.  So today, having a fresh reminder to listen more closely, I fought the urge to ignore that still small voice as I drove home from work. 

Glancing up a side street, I saw that a garbage can had been knocked over, and the trash was in the road. "Go pick it up" was echoing in my ears.  I continued to drive on, but within a few blocks, my heart was burdened and I did a U-turn.  It took me a few minutes to figure out which street it had been.  Once I arrived, I found the home owner, with broom in hand, sweeping up the mess.  Even then, I thought "It's taken care of, no need to stop."  But, again, a burning heart compelled me to get out of the car.  I spent a few minutes helping the man to collect the garbage out of the road and put it back into the trash can.

"It's my own fault," he said.  "I tried to cram too much in there.  Then, when the truck picks it up, it only dumps partway and the rest flings out."  I shared my frustration with the mess that's sometimes left behind, wished him a good day, and finished my journey home.

I'm not really sure what a simple act of obedience to a Holy Spirit prompting will bring, but I'm glad I listened.  If nothing else, it gave me a good visual reminder about what happens when you try to cram too much in.

There are many things that I try to accomplish in the course of a week.  Sometimes I'm able to concentrate and put more effort and attention in than others.  I suppose, that on those weeks when too many things demand my attention, I may experience some of the overload scattered on the road.

Maybe then someone will see my mess, and help me sweep it up!

"Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their labor.  For if they fall, one will lift up his companion.  But woe to him who is alone when he falls, for he has no one to help him up."  Ecclesiastes 4:9-10

Adventure Man

My husband is a runner and has been for 25+ years.  I am not.  I’ve been known to walk great distances, but running is not my thing. 

Several years ago, my husband expressed an interest in participating in a marathon.  He had done several half-marathons, so I didn’t give much thought to his running a full.  What I did not know at the time I flippantly agreed, was how much training was involved. 

With two young children and a house full of chores, the last thing (I thought) I could endure, was his being frequently gone after work and on weekends.  The truth of the matter was that I was lonely and needed adult interaction after hours managing Kidville. He’d come home from work, and get a run in before dinner.  He’d do his long run on Saturday or Sunday, the days I had counted on to have his company. 

Though I had agreed to his participation, my actions and attitudes sabotaged his training regimen and our mutual frustration finally came to a head.  He vocalized how important this was to him.  He needed my support.  He needed me to be his cheerleader.  Instead, I was self-absorbed and far too busy feeling sorry for myself.  He was right.  Thankfully, he loved me through my selfishness and the Lord helped me change my attitude.  Ultimately, I was able to stand at the finish line, beaming with pride at what he had accomplished. 

In the more recent past, my radio co-host Dan Rosecrans and I were conducting an interview with a man who had set out on a hike, gotten hopelessly lost, nearly died, found help, and then wrote a book about it.  As the author was recounting his story, my “sensible” woman brain was thinking: “Gee, how dumb.  Glad I’m not his wife!”

I then glance over at Dan, and watch a look wash over his face.  It was a very different look from what I’m sure was plastered all over my own.  He kind of went “dreamy” and was totally engrossed in this man’s tale.  After the interview, he made a comment to the effect of “Man, I wish I could do something like that”.

This was my “ah-ha” moment.  Men need adventure.  They are wired for it.  They need to push themselves, strain themselves and maybe even get lost in the mountains.  God wired them for exploration and dreaming big dreams.  They need to play “King of the Mountain” both on the playground and in the world--not to shove others down or away, but to know that sense of accomplishment. 

Both genders need to understand this. Men need to responsibly act on this gift that they have been given.  When men go and do, dream and build, fantastic things can be accomplished, not just for him personally, but for society at large.  Women need to support and spur on their men.  This is not to suggest that women can’t have adventures and grand plans of their own, but ladies will benefit when we assist, and champion our guys.

For some additional thoughts about what a Godly man’s man looks like, here’s a link to a great blog from Watermark Community Church: http://www.watermark.org/blog/how-to-be-a-godly-man/