No greater love

When I was growing up my parents watched a show called Hee Haw. The overall clad men would stand in the middle of a corn field with pitchforks and sing without expression.

I loathed this time we all were forced around the “boob tube” (I still think that is what it is today) and watch these hicks while my parents would roll in the floor with laughter. Then Tammy Wynette or Porter Wagner would come on with their rhinestone embellished suits and my parents were taken in. They told us to "hush up and be quite."

Today I was searching the web for particular sites and inspiration--don’t tell me you don’t do that, you know you do--when the song those men in overalls sang came to my mind. I don’t remember the name, but I do remember this line:

“I searched the world over and thought I found true love, you met another and poof you were gone.”

They would sink back down in the corn fields as the scene changed to Roy Clark who would be laughing and introducing the next guest.

Those days are long gone, and ironically I miss those time now--my parents have both passed on. Nonetheless, it got me to thinking about how we today are looking for true love. When we think we find it, poof, it’s gone. For some it could flee after 30 years, while others a much shorter time, and some have yet to find it.

There is no greater love than the love of the Father--Jesus Christ. He is all in all and everything we are searching for in one. On your search for love, why not take the time to introduce yourself to Jesus Christ; you will find He is waiting for you.

He will introduce Himself to you and you will experience the Love of God. His love is like no other, it is true love that will never fade away.

'Give it up and let Jesus take over'

Have you ever had a "near miss". Whether it is a car passing too close or a slip where you almost fall; a near miss can leave your heart pounding.

The circumstance determines the outcome of its effect on your life. This morning, I took inventory--I had a near miss of what I felt to be life or death.

Starting the day as usual, a stabbing pain suddenly hit me in the back and went to the front of my chest. It took my breath, brought me to tears and screaming for help.

My husband came to my immediate aid. We began to call on the Lord. With tears rolling down my face, not only did the pain grip my chest, but so did fear.

Suddenly, I felt unsure about leaving this earth and meeting my Saviour, Jesus. Crying out to Him, I was ashamed at my reluctance. Realizing that I wanted to see my children and grandchildren again.

Saddened by the thought that I might not be able to say I love you to all the people in my life again. My husaband on his knees praying for God's mercy and intervention through tears of his own. We both knew it was serious.

In a few minutes time the pain lessened, but I was left feeling weak, very, very weak. Wisdom would say I should have gone--and probably still should--go to the doctor, I decided to remain at home.

I wanted to take the time to "get it together" with the Lord and my life. Things I thought I had already done. I want to be ready at any moment to let this world go. To do that, I must seriously turn all my concerns, responsibilities and wordly goods to Jesus.

If you have not already, allow me to encourage you today; be ready. Ready to trust the Lord with our loved ones and our lives.

I'm working on making sure of something I already thought I knew. As one of my favorite songs reads: "give up and let Jesus take over", I realize I must apply the words to my heart.

God's Blessings my friends! I love you.

The dawing of a new day

It was a long drive--19 hours--from our home to reach our daughter who was in premature labor. We did not have a cell phone, so about halfway through the trip, we stopped at a pay phone to call and check in with my son-in-law. The blustery cold wind bit at my face and hands as I held the phone close to hear what he had to say.

My entire body went numb as he was crying and kept saying over and over again, "she is retarded".

Madison was the first girl born to our family, we had three grandsons.

After what seemed like an eternity, 10 hours after that phone call, we drove into the hospital parking lot. It was the dawning of a new day. The gray skies allowed purple hues to peek through and streak across the sky.

I whispered one more prayer, "God give me strength". Strength to encourage and uplift my daughter, my son-in-law, my grandson and my new granddaughter. Strength to face what lie ahead and strength to trust Him for this gift.

Upon entering my daughters room, she appeared happy, in an odd kind of way. A smile that was foreign to me seemed glued in place amidst sunken muscles and her furrowed brows, which formed a look of despair and sadness on her beautiful face. A sadness and confusion so deep that I had never seen before or since. Embracing her, I told her how proud I was of her and how much I loved her. Reassuring her that things would be just fine, because God does all things well. She seemed to melt, and began to sob as she lay her head on my shoulder.

It was time to visit Madison. We entered the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit and geared up on our sterile wear. We were led by two empathic nurses to where she lay in an incubator. I was numb again. She was so small, so innocent, so helpless. We were able to put our hands through gloves affixed to the incubator and touch her.

The doctor joined us at her side and began to explain that Madison was born with a rare genetic disorder, Cornelia de Lange Syndrome (CdLS). She quoted--very matter of fact--the statistics regarding survival and all the other pertinent information about symptoms, complications and the like. All which went in one ear and out the other.

Madison Hope Kennedy was beautiful. She was perfect. I could find no defect in her. Later the nurses had to point out the obvious outward signs of CdLS, but I just could not see them.

I remained behind when my husband and son left, so I could help Michelle, James, Dylan and Madison get adjusted in their home. Madison had to be fed through a feeding tube, one that we had to insert through her nose at every feeding.

As the days and nights passed, they turned into weeks, then months. It was time for me to go home. Madison Hope Kennedy was almost three months old.

James and Michelle did a fine job with her. I had trouble readjusting the "normal" life in which I was accustomed, because of the intimacy of caring for this beautiful girl. One day when James and I had trouble getting the feeding tube in Madison's nose, we laughed at our clumsiness. Then he made an admission to me. He said he did not understand at first why God allowed this to happen, but after caring for Madison, he said he felt honored to be trusted with such a gem. He told me he used to look at handicapped people less favorably and this was a challenge for him personally and spiritually. He said through this experience God showed him how special the parents and people are that take care of these precious special people.

Less than one month after our talk, and my return home, God took Madison Hope Kennedy home to be with Him.

I was not there when she passed away, I was not meant to be.

Michelle and James believe God gave them Madison, as a gift so they could grow spiritually, personally and physically stronger. A precious jewel for such a time in each of our lives. She sparked light, laughter and happiness in all of us.

I thank God upon my every remembrance of her. He does all things well at the dawning of a new day.

I was once one of 'those'

The "holidays" are past and now we are moving into a new year.

I am thankful for the time of reflection of our Kings birth--Jesus--as we celebrated Christmas. The gift He gave us through His birth, death and resurrection can never be matched. Because of this great gift, we can have life everlasting, with Him.

As we embark on our journey into the new year, many people feel excitement, because all things seem new. Old opportunities become fresh again, and dreams are in full color. Most begin to plan in the last few months of the "old" year about what to do differently in the new.

This year I am purposing to draw closer to my Lord and serve Him with fervency. To do so requires sacrifices of time, energy and finances. Weighing the odds of materialism versus spirituality is vital in achieving this purpose.

There are those who woke up January 1, 2010 still on the park bench or in the card board box they lay down in December 31, 2009. Or the single mom with track marks throbbing from near infection due to dirty needles. Her baby lying next to her or in another room needing food and a change. Perhaps they too, awoke with hope that this year would bring a fresh start for them. But, somehow it seems impossible.

As Christians we are commissioned to reach out to those around us and tell them of the good news of Christ Jesus. There is hope in the hopeless and help for the helpless through Jesus. As a result of my reflection this season, and my pointed purpose; when weighing the odds, the scales tipped in the favor of pursuing the Lord with my whole heart, mind and soul.

You see, I was once one of "those" who woke up in the park on a crisp Janaury morn. My hope quickly dashed by despair, then I met a man named Jesus.

Someone reached out to me and told me about the only hope. How about you? Will you reach out this year, this day, this week or month to someone near you and offer them the hope of eternal life through Jesus Christ?

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Enjoy your present

The holiday season is a unique time of the year. It sparks for many, emotions of joy, compassion, warmth and love. Yet for others, sadness, loneliness, and hopelessness are set ablaze in their hearts. At times, a mix of all these emotions wash over each of us during the season, and beyond.

With all the bells, boughs and twinkling things, we must take time to breathe deeply, taking in life. Capture our thoughts and refuse to allow our imaginations to run amuck. The adage "take time to smell the roses" is akin to King David's words in the Bible: "Lord teach me to number my days."

In David's wisdom, gleaned from living, he knew each day should be counted as if it could be the last. In numbering our days we begin to enjoy the goodness and beauty of each passing one--our present.

During this season, if there is no other present given to you by man, accept the present Jesus gave you today. Today is your present.

Jesus is ever mindful of you and your situation. He loves you, was born and died for you, so that you may have life, and that more abundantly. Let's talk, share our emotions and find the peace we seek in Jesus. I'm listening.

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What keeps you from achieving your dream?

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Remember asking yourself that question. When school was finished, you went on to pursue your "dream". You may have become an architect, attorney, nurse or a professional clown. Yet, something is missing.

You can't put your finger on it. Your life has all the trappings of success and happiness, but, you get up, go to work, plod through the day, go home, yada yada. You feel drained, or perhaps even cheated. Worse yet, you feel guilty for feeling unfulfilled. Unfounded guilt--life was designed with each individual and their happiness in mind.

Most people are stuck in life doing what they think they have too, because the alternative--true happiness--is seemingly impossible. After all, doing what we love means taking risks. Do you feel like stepping outside the norm is just too hard, or would cause too many waves?

There's the money, the insurance and other peoples ideology for our life; all of which are controlled by others. Accountability is imperative in life; however, we should be making our choices in life on purpose.

My eye-opener came on a snowy morning at work when I learned a friend of mine died suddenly--alone--in his apartment from heart disease. He was only 52. A life of the party kind of guy, he loved life, or so it seemed. We talked about his work at a Fortune 500 company on occasion and he expressed: "it pays the bills". I never got to talk to him, or see him alive again. Determined I would not end up going through the motions of life anymore, I set about to find my purpose.

A pastors wife and former business administrator, I asked myself some questions: Why am I here, and what am I supposed to be doing. The answers did not fall into my head and heart right away. It took some serious soul searching. Looking inward, and not outward to other sources (apart from Jesus). Happily married and serving alongside my husband in the ministry was great, but something was missing.

I first had to discover my passion--what really makes me tick. Once I found my passion, I could pursue my purpose through my passion.

My life was and continues to be centered around ministering--it is part of my passion. My spiritual life keeps me grounded and centered.

To find true passion, purpose and fulfillment, we must deal with our body, mind and spirit. By creating a balance, happiness is attainable.

Granted, it is not always easy. The road is up and down, but, staying the course to fulfill your purpose will lead you to the place of achieving your dream.

Share some of your challenges, dreams and journeys as it relates to discovering your purpose in the comments section. Let's meander along life's path together.