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Grab Your Magnifying Glass

When we were kids, one of the most anticipated Cracker Jacks prizes was the little plastic magnifying glass.  We excitedly used it to examine and discover the details and features of an object of interest.  The purpose of the magnifying glass was to enlarge the subject – it heightened, widened, broadened, and deepened our understanding and knowledge.

In Psalm 34:3, David wrote: “Oh, magnify the Lord with me, and let us exalt His name together.” 

I believe David used the word “magnify” in two ways.  First, he was encouraging us to honor God with our expressions of thanks, respect, and adoration.  Second, I believe he was instructing us to clearly see God in His immenseness, His sovereignty, and His power.

When David faced Goliath, he carried with him a slingshot and stones, but he also carried an understanding of God’s unmatched power to defeat the taunting giant.  In David’s preparation to confront Goliath, he put the enemy in perspective – he recognized that while immense in stature, the giant was powerless against a mighty God.  David enlarged God in a critical moment, so that his heart and spirit could stand firm in God’s ability.

In today’s world we face many uncertainties and unknowns.  The world we’ve known seems to be tipped upside down and turned inside out; truth is muddled and security is shaken.  Without a solid foundation it is easy to succumb to world views, indifference, fear, hatred, and anger.  When we lose sight of the awesomeness of God, we give commentary and authority to the very events and emotions that are trying to defeat and destroy us. 

As we face the Goliaths in our lives, may our hearts remember to magnify (enlarge, heighten, widen, broaden, deepen) our God – recognizing that the chaos we see around us is mankind’s response to free-will, not evidence of God’s indifference.  May we take time to see God clearly – His heart, His hopes, His character.  And when we see the enemy, may we know without doubt that the God who stands with us towers high and above any Goliath that attempts to stand against Him.

For more on this topic, please visit the Whimspiration Youtube channel “Faith Hope & Friends”.

Episode 16- Grab Your Magnifying Glass – YouTube

A Moment That Made Me Smile

Humor is an important part of our family.  Playful banter, witty remarks, and comical stories have always been an integral part of our communication and relational dynamic.  Laughter, we have found, connects us and serves wonderfully to nurture the bonds we share.

Happily, the gift of humor is now a generational treasure my nephew is passing on to his young children.  My heart enjoys watching him engage in clever and amusing conversations with his kids; and my heart delights when the kids display the humor and playfulness that is developing in them.

My great-niece just turned 4-years-old.  Weeks before Christmas I began telling her I got her a present, to which she’d excitedly reply, “What is it?”

My playful response – “I got you a bucket of mud!”

When I first tried the bit on her, she was admittedly confused.  But after her daddy explained that “Auntie is being silly”, it became of fun exchange – my great-niece quipping back that I could keep it for myself or give it to her little sister instead.

When Christmas rolled around, the presents were attacked like a bag of Oreos.  As my great-niece opened one particular gift, we all watched with anticipation because it ranked high on her Santa wish list.  Excitedly, she ripped the paper; totally lost in the moment and oblivious to anyone or anything else in the room.  Then as the much-wanted gift was finally revealed, she smiled from ear to ear and squealed with great pleasure, “This is better than a bucket of mud!”

We all laughed at the unexpected and amusing one-liner.  And it was in that moment I realized the gift of humor was sure to be a family legacy.  For that, my heart smiled.

It’s Supposed to Be a Club Sandwich

Imagine visiting a restaurant and meeting a world renowned chef who is preparing his signature dish just for you.  His offering is absolute perfection, an unrivaled balance of tastes, textures, and aromas.  The chef’s specialty – a club sandwich.

Imagine having the opportunity to sit down with the chef and having a personal conversation about his passion for his creation.  His description of the club sandwich would be captivating, and your enthusiasm would intensify as you anticipate sampling his very best.

Now imagine looking at the menu, and after a few minutes deciding you’d like to make a few adjustments to the chef’s masterpiece.  Maybe you prefer ketchup over mayonnaise, so you ask for a substitution.  Perhaps you think raisin bread would offer a better taste profile than white or wheat toast, so you make a suggestion for something different.  Lastly, because of your personal preference, you ask this world renowned chef to compromise his carefully chosen ingredients for tofu turkey and soy bacon.  And when the chef can’t comply with your wishes, you ask him to “hold” the ingredients that don’t suit your preferences.

Sadly, when all is said and done, after you’ve dissected and redefined the chef’s best, you find yourself eating a ketchup and lettuce sandwich on raisin bread.  No resemblance to the perfect sandwich that was intended.  And because you’re not experiencing the meal the chef is so skillful at preparing, you are left feeling unsatisfied and unfulfilled.

Now let’s compare the chef to God, and the club sandwich to our personal, emotional, and spiritual wellbeing.  God knows what will bring the absolute best result for our lives – His plans are intended to provide balance and fulfillment and contentment.

The components with which God proposes to enrich our lives include unconditional love, forgiveness, restoration, mercy, grace, wisdom, guidance, peace, and joy.  They are all meant to be components of our personal, emotional, and spiritual club sandwich.

But too often, in order to satisfy our desire to do things our own way, we try to negotiate substitutions for His best.  We make suggestions for a different way – something more convenient, more self-serving.  We tell our Heavenly Chef we’re willing to settle for less than what He has planned especially for us.

So the Chef returns to the kitchen, His best rejected for substitutions and compromises that He knows will leave us hungry for something better.

When we find ourselves at a point of being unfulfilled and unsatisfied, we need to look back at the menu and identify what was intended (by God) and what was refused (by us).  Did we desire God’s best, but knowingly make a choice to the contrary?  Did we desire His blessing, but reserve the right to reject His direction and choose a different path?  Similar to a dismantled and overhauled club sandwich, it is impossible to experience the fullness of life God intends if we are walking in compromise to His wisdom.

God promises in Jeremiah 29:11 that He has designed a special plan for our lives – a plan to bring hope and a future.  It’s up to us to stay out of the kitchen and humbly receive His best – with no substitutions.

For more on this topic, please visit the Whimspiration Youtube channel “Faith Hope & Friends”.

Episode 8- It’s Supposed to Be a Club Sandwich – YouTube

Is It Time To Change?

As we welcome 2023, almost everyone we know is expressing new-year resolutions.  The word “resolution” is defined as – the action of solving a problem; a firm decision to do or not do something.  More exercise and better eating habits seem to be the standards as we’ve felt less energetic and have watched the numbers on the scale rise over the past year.

But what about personal, relational, and spiritual changes?  How do we know if it’s time to change?  And more importantly, once we identify the need, we have to ask ourselves…are we willing to change?

So, how do we know if it’s time to change?  Simply put –

  • Things don’t seem to work anymore
  • We put on a happy face and go through the motions, but there’s no satisfaction inside
  • We feel like an actor in a lousy role in a bad production that just won’t close

I remember the Ed Sullivan Show when I was a kid.  It was a weekly variety program that provided a stage for groundbreaking performances in the arenas of rock-n-roll, comedy, sports, politics, and novelty acts. 

One such novelty act was the “plate spinner”.  One man setting multiple plates in motion, spinning them on tall sticks and hurriedly moving from one to another to ensure no plate lost its momentum and came crashing to the ground. 

Sometimes life becomes a bit like plate spinning.  We’ve taken on more than we should, we’ve incorporated elements into our lives that shouldn’t be there, or we find ourselves trying to please and appease everyone else at the expense of our own well-being.

While the plate spinning was fascinating to watch on TV, the act was meant for entertainment purposes, not for real life.  When it takes too much energy and emotion to balance the plates we’ve added to our life’s performance, when we’ve spread ourselves too thin and are not effectively managing our life’s stage, then we know it’s time to change.

God’s perspective on life is always the truest guide for necessary changes.  Because of His love for us, He knows what is required for us to enjoy healthier lives – personally, relationally, and spiritually.  To assist us, He’s given us the ability to recognize right from wrong, good choices from bad, risky behaviors, and unhealthy patterns.  But it’s up to us to respond with a willing heart to His clearer vision and guidance.

As we embark on 2023, let us take an honest inventory of our lives and thoughtfully evaluate whether changes are needed.  If the answer to the assessment is “yes”, then Psalm 51:10 provides a perfect prayer for the desire to change – “Create in me a new, clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit with me.”   It’s the first step toward the life God intends for each of us.

For more on this topic, visit the Whimspiration Youtube channel “Faith Hope & Friends”.

Episode 6- Is It Time To Change? – YouTube

A Match Made in Heaven

It is in the heart of every human to find a perfect match – a “soul mate”.  The “one” who understands, accepts, and believes in you no matter what.  The one you share a strong and special connection with; the one you will always carry in your heart.

When I was about 8-years-old, I found my soul mate. His name was Gary.  I met him one Sunday evening when my parents hosted dessert for a few couples after church.  I remember walking down the hallway into the living room and quietly sitting on the fireplace in my pajamas.  Being quite the tomboy, I had carried a prized fire truck under my arm, hoping someone would notice my really cool toy.

After a few minutes, Gary – probably in his twenties – sat down beside me and began asking questions about the truck.  His interest and attention won me over, and in my young mind, Gary was now my boyfriend.  I remember before I was sent to bed that evening, Gary said he would come back to see more of my toys, and I was excited by the promise of more attention. 

Sadly, I never saw Gary again.  Several weeks after his visit we got the news that Gary had drowned in a fishing accident.  My little girl heart was broken.  Even though our meeting was so brief, Gary had left a strong and lasting impression on my young heart.  And some 55 years later, I still recall with great fondness how important and special I felt in those moments together.              

In the spiritual realm, we have a “perfect match”, a “soul mate” – One who desires to be intimately involved in our lives.  He wants to support us, invest in us, and love us unconditionally.  He longs to develop a strong and special connection with us that will last all of our days.

In the account of creation, God created night and day, land, sea, sky, vegetation, trees, animals, and birds.  And He saw that His creations were “good”.  Then God made man and woman and he “blessed” them, declaring them sacred and connected to Himself.

God is a personal being and it gives Him pleasure to have genuine relationships with us.  Through His love and wisdom He created us to “connect” with Him, so that He could compliment and complete us. But in order to recognize Him as a “match”, we have to spend time together, learn about each other, and share our hearts.

Be challenged today to pursue a lifelong connection with your Creator.  Allow Him to show His supreme interest in you.  Allow His love to become a beautiful part of your heart fabric.   

To hear more on this topic, please visit the Whimspiration Youtube channel “Faith Hope & Friends”. Episode 4- A Match Made In Heaven – YouTube

To discover God’s relational commitment to us, visit and enter Psalm 139:1-18.

Thankful and Grateful

At the elementary school I attended, the office had a machine that dispensed pencils for a nickel.  It was much like a bubble gum machine – insert the coin into the slot, turn the lever, and a pencil would drop down.  And not just any pencil, but a pencil with the name of a state stamped on it.

When I was in third grade (eight-years-old) and my sister was in first grade (six-years-old) we were walking home from school one day when she asked an interesting question. 

“Do you think pencils would be a good Christmas present?”

I immediately scoffed at the idea and let her know that pencils would in fact be a “dumb” gift.   And after I shared my very strong and convincing opinion, we continued our fifteen-minute walk home in relative silence.

Little did I know, but my sister had been saving her nickels and had bought me three of the state pencils for Christmas.  While we laugh about the story today – some fifty years later – I still remember how horrible I felt when I learned that was the gift she believed would make me happy… the gift I essentially let her know wasn’t good enough to receive. 

Of course, this story speaks of childhood immaturity, but I’ve often wondered how many times as an adult I’ve scoffed at a gift God desires to give me. Maybe I’ve wanted something different – a solution or opportunity or answer that was packaged differently.  Something my self-centeredness or self-interest had deemed acceptable and worth receiving.  Not acknowledging that God knows what is truly best and has tailored His offerings to best suit my life and circumstance.

Recently I looked up the word “thankful”.  It means “an awareness and appreciation for a benefit.”  In scripture (Psalm 103:2-5), King David expresses his awareness of God’s benefits of unconditional love, forgiveness, restoration, blessings, and hope.  Something God faithfully and continually offers to each of us today.

I also looked up the word “grateful”.  It means “a readiness to show appreciation for and return kindness.”  In Psalm 100, King David identifies how we can show our appreciation for the many benefits and gifts God gives – he encourages us to honor God with our heartfelt thanks.  Not an obligatory mealtime or bedtime prayer, but our sincere communication after a mindful accounting of how God truly loves and cares for us.

God’s heart is moved by our gratitude and expressions of thanks.  Much like a parent giving a gift to a child, the experience is enriched when the child is thankful and grateful – says thank you, values the gift, and finds enjoyment in what has been given.  May we all develop a readiness to recognize and appreciate God’s benefits, and in kindness, may we offer heartfelt thanks for His unfailing kindness to us. 

To hear more on this topic, please visit “Faith Hope & Friends” on Youtube or your favorite podcast app.

Episode 3- Thankful and Grateful – YouTube

My Name is Bob

For years, my elderly mother’s routine after church is to have lunch with her friends at their favorite restaurant; and every week I arrive at the same time to pick her up. The restaurant is not in the best part of town, so there’s always a character or two hanging around the entrance hoping to score the exiting diners’ pocket change.  And I always do my best to shuffle my mom quickly to the car so as not to be pestered with the unwanted requests.

I have memories of a man I saw for several months of Sunday’s. He was sitting in a wheelchair, each time blocking the sidewalk the diners used to and from the restaurant.  I often saw him mumbling something as people passed by, but with the usual response, people would look down or away, just preferring not to be bothered.  But on a few occasions, I did see the man sitting with a white Styrofoam container on his lap – I assume someone’s leftovers or a meal that had been purchased for him.

One Sunday I arrived to pick up my mom, and the only place to park was right in front of the man in the wheelchair.  Once again he had placed himself in the middle of the sidewalk, so I resigned myself to the fact that our paths would indeed have to cross for the briefest of moments.  As I exited my car, my first thought was – I hope he doesn’t ask me for money

Nevertheless, I readied myself with a few “good deed” dollars and quickly tried to scoot around him.  But just as I dreaded, I heard him mumble something to me as I passed by.  I couldn’t in good conscience be rude and just ignore him, so I turned and said, “What was that, sir?”

The man was filthy – unshaven, smelled of poor hygiene, open wounds – an obvious depiction of months or years on the streets.  As I hesitated, he looked at me and said, “My name is Bob.”  I politely offered a pleasantry, “It’s nice to meet you, Bob”, followed quickly with my reason for immediate departure, “But I need to go inside to get my mom.” 

His next comment made it impossible for me to simply brush off the encounter.  “I’m dying”, he said with a falter in his voice.  I honestly didn’t know what to say to Bob in that moment.  He wasn’t seeking a handout or sympathy, he was just sincerely sharing from the very depths of his tattered spirit. 

I looked into his eyes now filling with tears, and spoke the only words that came to mind, “Well, Bob, if you are dying, tell God you want to be with Him when you go.”  He immediately dropped his head, covered his face with his dirty hands, and sorrowfully said, “Please don’t do that to me.”

I knew immediately he wasn’t asking me not to “preach” at him.  Instead, I sensed he couldn’t believe that a better life after this was something he deserved or could believe in.

“Bob,” I said, stooping a bit to meet his eyes, “there’s nothing you’ve done that can keep God from loving you.  And He wants you to be with Him in eternity.” 

As soon as I said those words, I looked up to see my mom shuffling out of the restaurant on her own.  Torn, I now had to tell Bob that I really did need to go get my mom.  But before I could step away, he asked, “What’s your name?”  I told him, “Renee.”  Then he reached out for my hand.  Reluctantly obliging, I gave him my hand and he kissed it and said, “Thank you, Renee.”

After settling my mom in the car, and before I got in to go, I said to the forgotten man in the wheelchair, “Remember to pray Bob. God’s waiting for you.”  To which he nodded and raised a hand to say good-bye.

I never saw Bob again.  I don’t know if he moved on to another location or took his last breath on this side of eternity.  But I do know that my path crossed Bob’s for a reason that day.  Maybe it was to ease his fear of dying, or maybe just to let him know that God loved him no matter what.  But I can honestly say that one day when I make it to the “other side”, I hope to meet and shake hands with Bob, healed, whole, and happy.

In this time of great despair in our world, it’s difficult to know how we can help.  Certainly, there are those situations where personal involvement is not wise or safe or advised.  But each one of us has the opportunity to say a small prayer on behalf of those we encounter.  We can ask God to reassure hurting hearts of His love, and ask Him to reach into bruised spirits with guidance toward a better tomorrow.  And as we pray, I am confident God will send His angels to minister to those broken “Bobs” who are longing for hope.

My Apology, Your Band Aid

One of the greatest challenges of child-rearing is “getting it right”. While the goal of raising happy, healthy children absent any blunders or mistakes is a noble one, it sadly is not realistic. The truth is, parents frequently fall short of the parental ideal depicted in 1950’s sitcom reruns. Life is complicated, and its pressures often lead us in directions that result in feelings of parental failure and frustration.

For instance, how many times have we snapped at our children when the issue was more about our state of mind than their behavior? How many times has our stress or impatience delivered a sterner response than was warranted by an adolescent’s lack of wisdom and experience? The self-imposed expectation of “right” reactions in all scenarios can be overwhelming. But what if our focus changed from “getting it right” to simply making things better when we don’t. When our honest communication following a misstep bandages an emotional wound we never intended.

My sisters and I grew up in a home of rigid, harsh discipline, my father’s uncensored anger the driving force. While we never verbally questioned the unreasonableness of his parental rule, our frustration on occasion would betray our faces and expose our feelings of unfairness. To that, a barrage of “because” would commence – the most reiterated, “because I said so”. To complicate matters, my mother was emotionally detached, herself falling into unhealthy, reactionary patterns. Sadly in this scenario, getting it right was not a consideration, and the unattended heart wounds that were left to fester and cause damage were abundant.

From adolescence, my sister and I determined we would not be like our parents. We never wanted our children to be trapped in unfairness and frustration, never understanding the significance of the “offense” or the “whys” behind disciplinary measures. Committed to a different style of parenting, we promised ourselves that our children would experience reason rather than reaction, a sense of nurturing rather than oppression.

Fast forward to adulthood and it became clear that the pressures of life, with regularity, interfere with “getting it right.” Not to the degree of our childhood experiences thankfully, but undesired nonetheless. So what then? How do we address unintended wounds after unachieved goals? How do we mend breaches between the young ones entrusted to our care and our mistakes?

Quite simply, we humbly and honestly offer a band aid – an apology when warranted, and an explanation when needed. Neither action compromises our authority, and will most likely inspire forgiveness after “not” getting it right.

I remember a specific incident when my sister reacted to one of her children in a particularly harsh way. The issue itself wasn’t major, but since it was a new challenge in their relationship, it felt monumental. Hours later and in tears, she confessed to me how her reaction had been unreasonable to the offense. Her son had not acted out of defiance or rebelliousness, he was merely maneuvering a path he had never walked before and made a decision based on his not-yet mature reasoning.

After explaining her undesired reaction to the situation, I asked her what happened next. She shared they both went their separate ways, but after several minutes she knocked on her son’s door for a follow-up – her normal procedure. 

“Then what?” I  asked. She responded that she sat on his bed, apologized for her delivery, and in a calmer manner honestly shared the reasons for her concerns.

“Then what?” I prompted. She shared he apologized for his reaction and agreed that her concerns did make sense. They then hugged, apologized to each other again for the miscommunication, and she left his room, both saying “I love you” before the door closed.

“Then that’s what he’ll remember,” I assured her. Not the blow up, but the purposed decision to address the frustration the confrontation produced. Effects that had the potential to linger and cause emotional division, were soothed through humility and honesty. When her son emerged from his room minutes later, there was no residual anger or tension, because the band aid had been applied and healing had already begun.

Today, my sister enjoys a very loving and rewarding relationship with her four grown children because she implemented the practice of bandaging unintended wounds. And over the years I’ve watched as her children have exercised the same principles with each other, with their significant others, and now with their own children.

Some of our family’s fondest memories, when we belly-laugh around the table, are those moments of stupid mistakes and reactionary blunders. But the hurt is not the theme of their stories, it’s the bond and acknowledgement of growth that takes center stage.

I’ve learned there are several steps to successful bandaging. The first requirement: assessment. After a blow-up occurs, when lines have been drawn and opposite corners occupied, you must assess your reaction based on the offense. Was the reaction dismissive, angry, impatient, or unreasonable? If yes, then consider the response that would have been more appropriate – the response you would have preferred if the roles were reversed.

Next comes humility. As parents, there’s a self-imposed expectation that we must be the authority of getting it right in all things. But that is not realistic, and, it’s okay to admit that truth. When the dust settles following an unfortunate confrontation, approach your child with a spirit of reconciliation. Be thoughtful of your words, formulating them slowly with the intent of bringing healing to the relational tear. Be careful here not to view the response and message as one in the same. Consider only the method of the delivery. The message of concern may be valid, but the faulty expression should be the focus.

Honestly apologize for your response, convey why it wasn’t the best, and why it probably happened. For instance: I’m sorry I snapped at you. I’ve been under a lot of pressure at work, but it wasn’t fair to take it out on you. Or, I apologize for my reaction. Sometimes I’m not a good listener, and I need to do better so I can hear you.  

At this point resist the desire to preach or emphasize their “part” in the confrontation. Allow silence to marinate your words, hopefully prompting acceptance of your apology. Chances are your child is just as anxious to relieve the tension as you are, and will express their forgiveness, removing the largest boulder from the road to reconciliation.

Once forgiven, prepare to honestly share your concerns about their choice or indiscretion. Start this part of the conversation addressing the consequences you fear may follow their decision. Don’t belittle them or defend your “rightness”, rather speak from the wisdom of your years, and your desire for their happiness and well-being.

“Getting it right” will always be a challenge, and our unsuccessful attempts will accentuate that truth over and over again. But if we redirect our focus to “making it better” when relational wounds do occur, applying band aids of humility, honesty, and patience, then healing will become the theme of the story.

The Story We Write

I attended a memorial service recently.  It was not an overly sad occasion – the departed in her mid-eighties, having lived a full and happy life. She raised two children, and was grandma to 6 grandchildren and 5 great-grandchildren. Her family described her as caring and devoted; her friends and neighbors remembered her hospitality and the pot of coffee that was always ready for morning and afternoon chats. For those whose lives intertwined with hers, she was remembered as a good listener, and a generous woman with her time, attention, and kindness.

The service was typical in every way, until the pastor stood to speak.  Usually in those settings the left-behind are encouraged to take comfort in their memories, and to consider their own eternal destinations, but this pastor began his commentary by challenging each person with one simple statement –

“You know, just as our departed did, everyone here is writing their own eulogy.”

I think in that moment he captured everyone’s attention, because we became very aware that how the departed conducted her life – her choices to be kind and giving, supportive and dependable – supplied all of the meaningful sentiment for that gathering. She had been writing a story spanning 85 years, and it was one of which she could be extremely proud.

As we go through each day, I believe it’s important for us to remember that our character and actions, the words we speak and the goodness we express, are writing the story that will be shared at our departure. Family and friends may speak on our behalf, but we ourselves will have provided them with the content.

I for one want the themes of my story to be thoughtfulness, generosity, devotion, helpfulness, and humor, to name a few. I want each chapter to inspire good memories that will be recalled and shared with generations to come. I want to write an amazing eulogy now, ensuring that there won’t be enough words to adequately describe how I blessed those who shared life with me.    

Healing Hands

(an excerpt from “Life’s Journey”)

Many years ago I had a dog that wandered beyond the perimeter of the backyard into a field overgrown with weeds. As I watched her make her way back into the yard, I noticed she was limping, favoring her back paw. Understanding she probably picked up a rock or thorn in her travels, I sympathetically called her to me so I could remedy the irritation. But my normally obedient and responsive dog began to slowly and purposefully circle beyond my reach. As I continued to call her to me and attempted to move closer, she deliberately circled further out, avoiding all contact. I was frustrated by her response because clearly my desire was to relieve her of pain – she knew I loved her, she knew I wanted to help, so why then did she continue to avoid me?

Finally, knowing what was best for her, I sternly commanded her to lie down. Hesitantly she obeyed, but as I made my way toward her I sensed her desperate desire to ignore the command and again move out of reach. As I began to lay her on her side I was met with resistance and defensiveness, and as I began to examine her paw I received a response I had never experienced before – my dog growled at me. Though I had always been a loving and caring master to my friend, in that moment her pain was so great she could not allow herself to be vulnerable to me.  She was resigned to experiencing ongoing, continual pain rather than risk the anticipated pain of removing the irritant. To her benefit, the love I felt for my friend would not allow me to leave her in pain. As I soothed her fears, assuring her of my concern and promising only my best, she became vulnerable, opening herself to my healing hands. After I removed the deeply imbedded thorn the relief and liberation was apparent as her walk was renewed and her enthusiasm returned.

Just as my canine companion was required to be vulnerable in order to exchange her hardship for my help, on life’s journey I have been required to be vulnerable to a loving and caring God in order to experience forward motion. Certainly there were times I circled far beyond His reach, deliberately avoiding exposure of my wounds and the touch of His healing hand. I am aware of many occasions when I growled at God’s desire to address the source of my pain. Simply put, I was afraid. But when the thought of living with ongoing, continual pain scared me even more, when the prospect of limping through life finally became too much to bear, when I accepted the possibility that He did not want me to remain in pain, I was able to assume the risk of vulnerability in exchange for a renewed and fulfilling journey.

If you are walking in pain, I promise that God wants to bring healing and relief to your burden. You may be afraid that it will hurt too much to let Him touch the tender spots, but once His hands have finished their work, I know you will experience all the hope a loving God intends. Perhaps now is the time to ask for the touch of His healing hands.

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