What I Really Need

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I’m a little rusty at this writing thing, but God put this on my heart awhile ago and I thought it might be a good idea to go ahead and obey and share. : )

A few weeks ago I heard something on the radio that was so simple and yet extremely profound. The radio hosts were talking to someone on the phone and honestly,  I can’t remember why the lady had called in. What I do remember is that at the end of the call they asked her something about what she needs. She replied, “All I need is prayer.”

I’m sure you’ve heard people say that all the time, like I have. For some reason though, it really impacted me this time. Maybe because I had been telling God prior to this that I needed all sorts of stuff, when instead, all I really needed was him.

I’m embarrassed to admit how long my “needs” list had become. I’ll give you a few examples…

I need to lose weight.

I need more money.

I need my parents.

I need to move to Florida.

I need my kids to obey.

I need my husband to pay more attention to me.

I need my dog to stop barking at everything.

I need my house to be clean.

I need ice cream.

Like I said, I could go on probably forever. And I assume I’m not alone in the “needs” I have.

And yet, the truth of the matter is, just like the lady on the radio said, all I really need is prayer (Jesus). It’s very freeing when we can release the fear and worry of our “needs” to God and know without a shadow of a doubt that He really is all we need.

What have you been telling yourself you need? Would you join me in trusting Jesus and believing that He is all you need?

And while I certainly don’t need ice cream, I do want some, so I better go take care of that.

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A guide to Christmas gift giving

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Surprisingly, I am finished with my Christmas shopping. However, most years I’m the Christmas Eve 10:00 pm shopper and so I thought I’d provide some insight into successful gift giving.

Mom and Dad were the best gift givers. And when I say “best” I mean the worst. But the memories we have of those Christmas’s together are the best.

Mom would always make us play games to get our gifts. We would moan and groan about it, but I think I can speak for my siblings when I say we actually thought it was pretty awesome. There was always Christmas trivia and a Christmas word search and often times a scavenger hunt of some kind. Whoever won would get to pick a present out of the present box – which was actually a laundry basket with unwrapped stuff they had collected over the year like toothpaste, toothbrushes, soap…that’s all I can remember that was actually useful. The rest was just a bunch of junk. The first couple years of our gift tradition, Mom and Dad would wrap the gifts in the basket. I remember the year Jim got a shower cap and panty hose. Best Christmas ever, right Jim? I think that was the same year they wrapped up the urn that held the remains of our family dog Ed.

We would also get cans of vegetables. Gee, thanks Mom and Dad. Although it’s a lot better than dead Ed. Of course we would eventually learn that they would carefully take the label off the can, put money inside the label and put the label back so you couldn’t tell it had been touched. Pretty sneaky!

The best gift? Mentos. That’s right, those disgusting candies. When Mom started doing the games, she would wrap the Mentos and they would be one of our “main” gifts. It turned into a joke that it was our favorite present and sure enough, we got a pack every year.

At the end of each game-gift party we would all sit there thinking, “Is that it?” Of course, every year Mom and Dad would then hand us a check or cash.

Our last Christmas together we decided to do a gift exchange. We all had to buy something that was a “favorite.” And then we did the white elephant gift exchange game. Turns out Mom and Dad each bought something that really was their favorite and that they actually wanted. So they went for their gifts and they were gifts that no one else would want. Dad’s was a handkerchief – he wore them when we was out with the horses. I can’t remember what Mom’s gift was but I do know they both ended up with their own gift in the end. I can still see Dad sitting in his chair giggling because he thought he and Mom were so sneaky.

On Sunday we had Christmas with my brother Tracy and his wife Patricia. We stuffed ourselves with amazing food and then had a little gift exchange. Tracy decided to carry on the tradition with their gifts to me and Pat.

I got this movie:

It had been opened and I could tell it was used. I was like, “Oh, thank you!” trying to mask my real thought of, “What the heck is this!” After a few awkward minutes, Tracy said, “Missy open it.” Of course, there was a gift card inside. I can’t believe I didn’t think of that! They did the same with Pat. They gave him an old pair of jeans. Hidden away in one of the pockets was another gift card.

My children are already teaching me how to give gifts. We let them go to the dollar store and pick out whatever they wanted for their aunts and uncles. Oh dear. For the last couple of years they’ve had this thing with Tracy that they want to get him the worst gift. I have no idea where this comes from. They truly do love their uncle Tracy. Last year they got him a big spider (he hates spiders) and some type of slime stuff.

This year Angel got him a different type of slime. It was pretty cool and he actually like it. And she was bummed. ?? Caleb was so excited for Tracy to open his gift. He kept saying, “You are going to hate it!” It was a Mr Potato head paper weight thing (I think). Mr P was dressed up like a scuba diver. It was really weird. Because of all of Caleb’s smack talk before opening presents, Tracy asked Patricia to video tape Caleb’s reaction when he opened the present.

Hahaha. Seriously, Caleb’s expression when Tracy says he likes it, is so funny!

Well anyway, that’s all the “wisdom” I have for you today.

Whatever you do decide to get your loved ones, remember that the most important gift you can give is your love and your time. I’ve learned not to take anyone for granted because in the blink of an eye, they could be gone. What I wouldn’t give for just one more Christmas with a pack of Mentos.

Cherish every moment and have a blessed Christmas!

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Just get over it

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I’ve been thinking about grief and depression lately. Mostly because I am tired of it. I’m frustrated because it’s been three and a half years since mom and dad died and it still feels like yesterday. It still takes my breath away and reduces me to a big puddle of tears and sorrow.

Our life changed that day in June. I know I will never be the same. But seriously, why can’t I just get over it?

I’ve read God’s Word and I listen to music that draws my heart to God. I pray and ask Him to take away the darkness of grief and depression that seems to consume my life. I have so much to be thankful for. And I am thankful. But still, why can’t I just get over it?

Do you ever feel that way? Do you have a grief or sorrow that seems to consume you? You pray and beg God to take it from you or from a loved one but for some reason, He doesn’t?

Of course, God always provides hope, even through the questions and the why:

Because of the extravagance of those revelations, and so I wouldn’t get a big head, I was given the gift of a handicap to keep me in constant touch with my limitations. Satan’s angel did his best to get me down; what he in fact did was push me to my knees. No danger then of walking around high and mighty! At first I didn’t think of it as a gift, and begged God to remove it. Three times I did that, and then he told me,

My grace is enough; it’s all you need.

My strength comes into its own in your weakness.

Once I heard that, I was glad to let it happen. I quit focusing on the handicap and began appreciating the gift. It was a case of Christ’s strength moving in on my weakness. Now I take limitations in stride, and with good cheer, these limitations that cut me down to size—abuse, accidents, opposition, bad breaks. I just let Christ take over! And so the weaker I get, the stronger I become.

We don’t know what Paul’s “handicap” was but the God-breathed words of Paul’s gives me encouragement and reminds me that through whatever we face, it’s in our weaknesses that God is strong.

God does give us more than we can handle! I have prayed so many times, “Jesus, I don’t have the strength!” He gently whispers to my heart, “I know my child, but I do.” Without this thorn of grief and depression, I know that I would not be fully relying on God in all things.

This week of Christmas can be hard. There are many who will be facing sorrow and pain this week. And so I pray with you that through your weakness you will feel the strength and love of God in your life.

His grace is enough; it’s all we need.

Twinkles in Orion

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Last night I was struggling with something and decided I needed to go have some time to pray. I told Pat I was going to go to the church to pray (just something I’ve always loved doing, praying in the sanctuary at night with just me and Jesus), but on my way there I saw how bright the stars were. I decided to go out to a park on the outskirts of town and spend some time praying out in the beauty of God’s majestic creation.

I was listening to music and praying, gazing up at the beautiful sky. Orion was so bright, it was amazing. Orion is me and Pat’s constellation. But only because of Prince. The singer.

“Orion’s arms are wide enough to hold us both together…”

For you youngins’ out there, that’s a song from the 80’s.

Anyway, as I sat outside praying about some heavy burdens, I missed Mom and Dad so much. They would know what to do. What to say. Their absence in our life knocks the breath out of me.

And then Orion twinkled. First the bottom right star. Then the top left star. Right after each other, so bright. I stared at the stars waiting for it to happen again but it didn’t. I thought to myself, “maybe that was Mom and Dad.” But that sounded stupid because stars just normally twinkle.

Today, I came across this picture:


Still maybe kind of silly, but pretty awesome too.

I don’t know if God twinkled those two stars as a hello from Mom and Dad. I don’t know if it will ever get easier not having them in our life. I don’t know what challenges will come our way in the days to come.

But I do know that no matter how alone I may feel, I am not alone. And if I just open my eyes and ears, I will see and hear God proclaiming His great love for me.

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