This cross stands in the American Cemetery above Normandy beach and the Omaha invasion in France. The writing on the cross doesn't carry a name or rank. It says "here lies a soldier known only to God......." I was overwhelmed to find so many just like this one - unknown - only to God. I gently rubbed my hand over each one I came to as I walked the cemetery, grateful for the sacrifice of so many on my behalf.

I wondered what determination and courage it took for these young men to travel to a world they didn't know, to fight for people they would never meet, to leave behind families who would never know their final hours, to stand so valiantly for a cause they so strongly believed in.

And because of their sacrifice and the sacrifice of many like them, I live free to choose where I worship, what I will eat and wear, when I will speak and what I choose to speak, and many more freedoms that I often take for granted.

I am grateful and moved to be more conscious of the grace I live under - that which God bestowed on me and the freedoms I enjoy - bought for me by the lives of many I will never know. It's a sobering and hopeful thought.

Will I stand and sacrifice as willingly for the causes I believe in? How about you?

Water - gentle or fierce

The upper left photo is the gently moving river in front of our home in the north woods. The upper right photo is one of God's majestic water falls in northern Canada. And the lower left photo is of our two new ponds, recently constructed by my son, husband and me. Water is a place of quiet and serenity for me. However, in the past week I've seen water be a raging and fierce source of damage and destruction. We are in the area that received 18 inches of water last week with another 2 to 3 falling this past Saturday. Many of our friends and acquaintances are flooded out, having lost everything. It's been frightening to see the effects of water raging into places it was never intended to be and never been before. There are scenes that are unimaganeable unless seen with your own eye. And there has been tragedy in the loss of lives. Stuff can be replaced, people can not. In the midst of the muck and mire is a miracle story that I want to share. A mother and her five children lost everything in the flood, including their car which was swept into the raging waters and destroyed. Her husband had left her and the children two weeks before this, canceling the insurance on her car and home. Tony, who attends church with us, owns a nice BBQ restaurant in the area of the flooding. His restaurant was spared. Tony went into the flooded neighborhoods offering free food. This woman and her children arrived that afternoon asking for a meal. As she shared her plight with Tony, a man was standing nearby and overheard. He stepped up to her and shared that he has more money than he will ever spend. His financial advisors keep urging him to invest in this or put money in that stock. He said that doesn't make sense to him, but this need does. And with that he offered his card to her and to Tony. He said he is going to buy her a new home and new car. So in the midst of the mud and misery, a Good Samaritan is present. And his story is grand, but there are so many other stories that are just as generous. We are each called to give out of what we have. Some of us can give more than others. It's not how much we give, but what we give out of what has been given to us. As you sit in your dry home, will you ponder what God is calling you to give. Maybe that's not a material thing, but a talent or gifting or maybe just a smile or a word of hope to someone who is struggling. Stay dry and keep pondering....................

If this were our usual August, I would be taking new photos of Dane's daily catches -- assuming of course that the fish were biting. There is a difference between fishing and fish catching. A phone call from our dear friends who are up in the glory of the northwoods tell us that the fishing is great, but the catching is not good - in fact in their 50 years up north, this is so far the least successful in the fish catching category.

But fishing aside, this isn't our usual August and we aren't up north. It's been on our prayer list of "hoped for" all summer. Several things have kept us from our annual rest.

Finances of course play a role. We've told each other this year we could not go. We ask and God has said "not this year". Secretly, I've continued to ask God to make a way if it is His will. Surely it's His will that I get the rest and rejunivation as I sit on my dock in the quiet of the island while I listen to the loon sing for me and the Bald Eagle soar overhead. Surely God wants me to relax in front of the campfire. Surely God, surely God, surely God....... How often do I pray with an agenda? Too often, I'm finding.

The time has come and now past for God to have changed His mind and said "Yes, you can go." So do I throw out my lower lip and pout and decide God for some crazy reason doesn't want me to rest or be revived? Do I question Him and continue to plead for a "yes"? Am I a child hoping if I whine and beg, He will change His mind? Sadly, I think some of the past few weeks looked like that to God.

We are reading Larry Crabb's The Pressure's Off. It's been a difficult read. I would have chucked the book long ago, but Dane has been finding new insight in it. Today, near the end of the book I think I'm finally getting it. God wants me to run to Him for rest and trust that in the midst of busyness, I can find peace in Him. First I must put my to-do list, my needs and my wants before Him and then TRUST that He will answer in my best interests. He isn't promising me annual trips, or financial steadiness, or warm fuzzies. If I do "A", He doesn't promise "B" - my "B" as I have it planned. He is promising me Him and He wants that to be enough for me.

It's been a tough August as I lay down my wants and consider His wants for me. I think I'm growing up. I just looked in the mirror and my lower lip isn't out. I'm determined to trust and wait upon His answers for me.

What are you pouting about today?

Unfolding

So many things have unfolded since I last wrote on my blog. I've been writing a lot, but not here.

The rose is from a bouquet sent in celebration of Alia's birth. She is my 16th grandchild. And she is as fresh and precious as this budding pink rose.

Other things have been unfolding in my life, too. Window of Hope, the ministry I have directed for 9 years has become Embraced By Hope, Inc.

We are nearing the final steps of the ministry becoming a 501(c)(3) not-for-profit. We need help funding this ministry so it walk through the doors God is opening. We have an open door into Cuba to take hope to them but need to fund our way. The not-for-profit status will make it easier for us to raise needed funding.

I have opened a private practive providing soul care and spiritual direction to individuals. My office doesn't look much like an office, but more like a comfortable and safe room in a home and that's my goal. A safe place for people to speak of their struggles in life and for God to enter the room and direct our journey together.

And today is the day I leave for a writers conference in North Carolina. So many along the way have asked for my book or encouraged me to write one about the beauty God has written of restoration from the ashes of the dungeons of my story.

So...... in obedience to Him and the requests of others, I'm going to the conference with my book proposal in hand and an appointment with a publisher and an agent. "From the Dungeon to the Dance" is in God's hands and my prayer is to be comfortable in whatever God has written as the next chapter in my life. Is it a book or maybe not. Will I connect in ways that open new opportunities to take Embraced By Hope in a new direction? Only God knows what comes in the next few days and I'm resting well in His plan. His will -- not mine.

What's happening with you and God today in your life? Are you clamoring for Him to change His direction for you and go your way and give you what you desire, or are you resting in His plan for you? May you rest in calm and confidence.

Scars - disfiguring or beautifying

A friend allerted me to an interesting article this morning about scars that reveal our past and can mark us as potential victims for predators on the hunt.

Yes, we always bear the scars as Jesus carried scars in His hands as well. Those of us who carry scars born out of abuse damage and wounds are marked until eternity comes. But we can be marked for His glory. And that is my goal - that my scars will invite others to the redemptive power God has over ANY THING that has been done to us, or that we have done to ourselves born out of poor choices from the unhealthy survival dance we learned during our times of abuse.

We can be a target. We do show telltale signs of our story. Give me a room full of woman for about 30 minutes of chatting and I can usually pick out those who are carrying a deep secret of some sort of harm.

I attempted to tell my story a few times when my survival dance wasn't working and the thoughts of suicide were too prevalent. Three times I spoke with pastors/counselors who saw me as prey. They were hiding their own personal sexual addictions and addictions to pornography under their cloak of "pastor" to find abuse victims to entangle in their web for their own personal use.

After the second encounter with such a wolf in sheep's clothing, I said I would never speak of my abuse again. And I held onto that vow until I was 50! Then God brought a series of circumstances and people into my life to bring me back to the journey of unpacking my story. Sadly, even that process brought the third pastor and his web.

I was deceived and distraught when truth was made clear to me. But..........God had a plan. I can walk with women who have been woven into the same trap because of the story God allowed in my life and I can help them on their journey toward healing. I have a gift of discernment that spots unhealthy men in particular, pretty quickly. So, evil meant it for harm, but God uses that part of my story for His good.

I am pretty vigilant and extremely perceptive of unsafe relationships because of my life experiences. And this can be women, too. It can be relationships that attempt to entice me to agree to things that aren't on God's plan for me; not necessarily unhealthy choices, but things that I'm not gifted or called to accomplish. Satan is very cunning and shows up in a variety of ways and in both genders.

The article is a good reminder to me that I WILL NOT compromise anything to play into the hands of someone who might try to entice me with niceties and win me over in unhealthy ways. I am so sad to realize that predators exist in EVERY walk of life and love to hide in christian entities to look for prey.

Thanks Oswald Chambers

I was reading Oswald Chambers for my morning devotion and he gave me such a gift. Though he wrote it long ago, it was written for me for today.

I'm writing a book and have a great opportunity to present a proposal to some publishers late in July. The desire has been there born out of a call from God to write and the encouragement of a number of people who have crossed my path. Their words have usually been much the same to me......."You must write a book about your story and God's redemptive work in your life!" And so in obedience I have been writing.

In fact, I've been writing for years. I recently gathered all my journals together and they date back to the early 1970's. I wrote before that, but didn't realize the importance of saving my writing. During my journey of recovery I have written hundreds of pages of journaling, some via e-mail as I processed with others.

My challenge lately has been to bring all of this writing into something that might be hopeful for others. The purpose of my book is to bring hope to others who have traveled a journey of abuse and pain similar to mine. I've been looking for the purpose, for the unique reason for this book to make it different among others and to have it reach the goal of being helpful and hopeful.

Back to Oswald and the devotion. My paraphrase of his comment goes like this. I can't give others what I've found, but I can cause them a desire to go in search of it. And that really resonates with me. I can't give others what I've found on my journey toward hope, but I can use my story to give hope and courage to others who will gather strength and embark on their own journey toward freedom and healing. He uses a portion of Luke 11:9 for his foundation. "Seek and you will find". We each must seek on our own, even though we might be led by another caring one to the seeking place.

And how does the photo play into all of this? I can't tell you about the beauty of God's sunsets and make you get the feeling I get when I enjoy one of His magnificent sky paintings. But I can take you with me to view a sunset and let God speak into you.

And I can take you along on my recovery journey and show you my progress and encourage you to begin your own journey.

Priorities -- bubbles or water or other important stuff!

It's been a while since my last post -- so where have I been .......... juggling priorities. And some of my most favorite are these Aidan is considering ....... will she play in the sprinkler or with her bubbles.



And that explains some of where I've been. There are lots of good things to be done, and some rather mundane, but necessary ones, like cooking, cleaning and laundry. But the ones that pull at my heart strings and whisper "yes" in my ear are the ones that include family and outside.



Family is about picnics at the beach, trips to the playground, sprinklers and water guns, and making bubbles and of course the customary bonfires, s'mores and pie irons!



Outside is about digging in the dirt, moving plantings around, and down on my hands and knees weeding. I love to water my flowers. I think I hear them giggle when the water hits then. And I know they smile up at my loving care with their colorful faces. Give me a couple of hours of weeding and moving dirt and I'm then ready to tackle hard stuff.


God has been whispering to me lately about my priorities. I have lots of good ones but what comes first; what's more important than the next? It's a place I'm sitting in and pondering but I haven't arrived at any final answers yet. Maybe it's a day to day thing. I'm reading Larry Crabb's "The Pressure's Off" and it's full of new thoughts. What priorities do I choose above my desire to move closer to God? Is my to-do list full of things I want or that God wants for me?


And as summer is finally upon me, I am continually looking at the list and determining what comes first today. What on my list today will really matter at the end of my journey here on Earth? What is Kingdom worthy and what is earthly and will pass away?


And right in the midst of all the pondering, will I stop pondering and rest quietly so I can hear God's whispers? Will I take time to run in the sprinkler and marvel at the rainbows of colors in the bubbles I create together with my grandchildren and let the to-do list be prioritized by God?


My thought for you to ponder................Where is God in your to-do list today? He doesn't ask us to "do". He wants us just to "be". Are you "being" or "doing" today?