Tuesday, January 26, 2016


My eyes are ever on the LORD, for only he will release my feet from the snare.                                   Psalm 25:15 NIV

Do you ever have trouble recognizing the answer to prayer? Do you jump at every possibility, only to realize that wasn’t it? You’ve run ahead of God, straight into disappointment. Or, do you hold back, sure this can’t possibly be what you’ve waited so eagerly for?   

I prayed many years for the man God had for me. Then a single guy from church came over to pick blueberries. “I’m allergic to dogs,” he said when Mollie greeted him.  As we settled at my bushes, he asked, “Would you like to spend some time getting to know each other better?”

“Why?” I thought. “God isn’t going to give me to someone who’d make me give up my dogs, is He? But, what if He’s trying to answer my prayer here, and I shut the door in His face?”

“Okay,” I said.

We’ve had twelve good years of marriage together, and he’s still a keeper.

I have a decision to make in a short time. For years I’ve struggled with distractions and discouragement, trying to find time and energy for my novel, both to write and to learn all the collaterals of the craft. For years I’ve prayed for mentors: one for craft, one for techie stuff, one for marketing. Now a new writers’ guild is starting up, mentored by a team led by a highly successful writer with an excellent reputation. Everyone gets to be part of a writer family, but ground floor members get a cheaper price and extra attention for a little while.

Is this my answer?

It sure would take a lot of the pressure off in the craft and marketing realms.

My fear isn’t about the program itself. It’s about whether I’m going to get tangled up again in social media and computer stuff and not be able to get full value from the program.

Get out of the boat, girl. How else do you expect to walk on water?

Yeah, it’s all His problem. I’ll just keep on praying for a techie mentor while I write my books.

Avi, help me to keep my eyes on You. My hand in Yours, let me enjoy the feel of storm winds in my hair and cold water on my toes. In Your holy name, Amen.



Thursday, January 21, 2016


And call on me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you and you will honor me.                  
Psalm 51:15 NIV
Late on writing my blog because I’ve been trying to contact Microsoft about a problem with my Surface 3. Screen frozen, won’t turn off, won’t respond to buttons, keys, touch.
At all.

For two days.

That’s a mighty long three minutes to wait for a call back or a chat. Then, with every call, a message would finally pop in to say that no techs were available, call back during regular business hours—8AM to midnight.

Duh. My clock says I’m smack in the middle of that time frame. You’d think a big tech company would have a working clock, wouldn’t you?

Can you taste my frustration?

I got up this morning to try again, a prayer on my lips and in my heart, a plea to the God who promised to be there, to hear, to answer when I call. “Please let me get through to someone who can help, and let this machine, this expensive young machine, be OK.”  

Finally, after several more tries, I called a different number to register a complaint. The phone was answered with a minimum of menu runaround—by a tech.

After I promised to try not to take my frustration out on him and told him my story, he fixed my problem. A simple, 30 second, one button fix.

Y’all been there, done that?

Microsoft is no different than anything else in this world. All of it will let you down.  But not God. Not the One who can and will keep His promises.

Oh, and if anybody else has the same problem, you just press the Power button and hold it down for a full 30 seconds. It’ll go off, and you can turn it back on normally. I just hadn’t held it long enough. At least I knew enough to keep it on the charger; you can't replace the battery when it's gone.

Avi, I don’t know where to start. I’m overwhelmed by Your faithfulness, Your care for me in the smallest details of my life. Help me to praise You, to thank You, to love You, to honor You. In Your holy name, Amen.

Thursday, January 14, 2016


Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said, “Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.   Hebrews 13:5 NIV

1.6 billion dollars.

It’s a good thing I can pay for my gas at the pump. Can’t go into the store to pay for it without a long wait because of the crowds buying lottery tickets and talking about what they’ll do with the money when they win.

I can get into that. Pay off all our family debt. Big family. Top out the church building fund. Pave the driveway. Fill the garden with rich loam. Put in a way better fence set in a deep concrete base. Or wait, buy the pasture that surrounds us and put the fence around that. Oh, yeah, and a big expensive RV with room for my canine girls to travel with us. How about RV’s for the whole family? How about a personal computer tutor?

But I didn’t play. I guess I’m pretty weird, because I don’t want to win that money. For several reasons.

I don’t want to spend the rest of my life taking care of money. I don’t want to spend my days thinking about money.

I don’t want to fend off all the outstretched hands coming out of the woodwork.

I don’t want to have to be continually guessing whether people like me for myself or for their hope of what’s in it for them.

I don’t want to have to hire a social secretary to protect the solitude that’s so vital to me.  

Most of all, I don’t want money to come between me and my God. I know myself—and it wouldn’t be long before I was trusting the money instead of Him.

Money will forsake me. Youth and health will fail me. But Jesus will not forsake me, and He’ll never fail me.

Avi, my brother-in-law used to say, whenever he thought someone was asking too often for help, “I didn’t take you on to raise.” But You did, Avi. You saw my need and took me into Your own home, Your own family. Help me to thank You with my life. In Your holy name.





Friday, January 8, 2016


Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence?       Psalm 139:7 NIV

I’ve been missing loved ones gone on. Friends and family passing away. Friends moving away. Other friends following their lives in different directions. Beautiful people disappearing into dementia.

I get things from dogs that I don’t get from people. I share things with dogs I can’t share with people. 

I get things from people I don’t get from dogs. I share things with people dogs are unable to understand.

I get things from God that I get from neither. I share things with God I can share with no one else.

I don’t want to live past being able to have a dog—but it’s OK. My God knows who I really am, and He likes me anyway.

I don’t want to live past being able to enjoy human relationships—but it’s OK. My God is there when no one else can be. And He never misunderstands me. 

I don’t want to lose humans I’ve loved and enjoyed and shared His Spirit with—but that’s OK. I’ll have them back in Heaven.

I don’t want to be lost to my loved ones while my body still lives here—but it’s OK if I have to go where my loved ones cannot follow. I can’t disappear from God’s sight.  

Avi, You are Yahweh Shammah, the God who is there. You said no one can take me from Your hand. You promised never to leave me or forsake me, even to my old age and gray hairs. You’re the only One who can make those promises and fulfill them. You’re the only Guide who is everywhere and who knows every path. You’re the One who never forgets me, who never gets distracted or weary. You are my Shepherd.

And I’m Your wandering lamb. Keep me near You always, Avi.

In Your holy name, Amen.