Once Upon A Dream

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Today’s post is a bit different which is fine since this is my blog. I had yet to write the post about our big finale in the Colorado mountains…the big hike!  In the time since, I had been assigned an English paper and decided to write about it in that format.  Today, I got that paper back with a big old 95 grade!  YAY!  So now it is time to share that experience with you.  No need for further explanations…the writing should be sufficient.

Once Upon A Dream

As I begin to awake, I know immediately I am not in my bed on this morning.  It is cold and in fact, sometime during the night, two blankets were laid across me.  In the haze of sleep I scoot closer to my husband lying next to me, seeking his warm body to cuddle.  His warmth feels safe as he wraps his arms around me tightly.

“Good morning, my sweet,” he whispers in my ear.

“Good morning, Rick, and guess what?” I exclaimed.  “This is the day!

“Yes, my sweet; this is indeed the day.”

We had slept with the window open, as is our custom when we have vacationed in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado.  Our cabin, The Pea-Eye, is familiar, as we have stayed in it four different seasons now.  August has turned out to be a lovely time to visit, for the nights are cool, but the days warm to near perfect temperatures.

“You go get a shower while I fix breakfast.  Hurry up!  We have a mountain to climb!” Rick exclaimed.

As the hot water beat down on my back, I allowed my mind to drift and remember those days of past, the loneliness, the depression, the fear to hope, the fear not to hope.   Illness had zapped much of our energies the past 16 years, but those energies were being regained.  The strength of character, the hopes of dreams, the determination of the spirit, those are the things illness can give to you.  But, we had to fight hard for them, many times losing before we could gain.  That there was a time so near in the past that pain was my daily enemy and to walk from one end of the room to the other was my daily goal is surreal.  That I was once so weak and vulnerable drives my ambitions today, that and the dare to dream.

Cinderella has always been my favorite fairy–tale of them all!  What little girl wasn’t captivated by all the romance and beauty?  I can still sing most of the songs today by memory, but there is one in  particular that I have kept in my heart for these past 16 years now and it goes like this:

A dream is a wish your heart makes when you’re fast asleep.

In dreams you lose your heartaches whatever you wish for, you keep.

Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through.

No matter how your heart is grieving if you keep on believing

the dream that you wish will come true.

Apparently my shower singing isn’t as appreciated as I would like to think, as I hear Rick yell from the kitchen, “Cinderella, I’m ready to start your eggs!”

“Give me 5 minutes,” I reply.

I’ll be the first one to say that, actually, the dream you wish doesn’t always come true.  However…“Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through, no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing…” It is these words that I have held on to for these many years.

A single mom with three children finds the love of her life who then marries her and her three children. They are madly in love and plan a life together.  That was my fairy-tale come true.  And then, life happened.  I became very ill.  Two back surgeries, neck surgery, even my elbows; throw in severe depression and pain and in a wheelchair for much of the time for two years; walking canes, braces, and financial ruin don’t make for a good fairy tale. It was a very long 16 years.

Before illness occurred, I loved my career of nursing!  My dream had always been to further my education from a licensed vocational nurse to a registered nurse and possibly beyond.  It was devastating to me that all those dreams could vanish.

Rick was and continues to be my greatest supporter.  He never gave up on me.  When I gave up on hope, he gave more, so much so that in the times when he became weak, I was able to be strong for him. But even more than our love, strength, and hope for and in each other was our faith in God.  He was and will always be our main source of strength.

As the years passed and slow healing times began and vacations were again possible, it was always to Colorado we went.  Rick loves nature and especially so in the mountains.  As he would ready himself for his hike, he would always tell me that one day I would go with him.  I would smile, afraid to believe it, but always hoping. “Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through, no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing…”

“Eggs are ready; let’s eat!”  Rick yelled.

As we sat together for breakfast on the porch of the cabin, enjoying the view of the mountain ranges, we were silent, both lost in our own thoughts.  Even though I was sitting there with that mountain so obvious before me, I was having a hard time believing that I was actually going to climb it!

It had been such a long and difficult road we had traveled.  Illness is just hard on a family.  We had been waiting a long time to turn a page in our lives.  Seems we had been taking one step forward and three backwards for an eternity now.  But, the day had finally come.  I had been working very hard; once I was able I got myself back in shape with various therapies, exercise routines, and special diets.  Today is the day my dreams begin to come true, I thought, as a hummingbird buzzed around the feeder that hung from the covered porch.

“Tell me what you are so deep in thought about,” Rick said.

“I just have a lot of emotions running rampant right now, excitement, disbelief, uncertainty, fear.  I can’t go back to where I just came from; I can’t get sick again; I won’t.  Can I go forth to conquer the mountain; am I strong enough?  I want this, but the uncertainty is frightening to me.”

He simply reached out to me with his hand, held me close, and said, “You’ve climbed many mountains now, Tracie, ones much harder than you face today.  This mountain is in celebration.  You’ve got this!  Let’s get our packs ready.  We’ve got a dream to go live.”

The plan was to drive to the top of Wolf Creek Pass where the Continental Divide is and meet up with Keith, an old friend who now lived in the area.   Keith was familiar with the trail we would be hiking and would act as our guide. As we met up and exchanged hugs and “well-to-do’s,” Keith explained the trail to us.

“We’ll be starting off around 12,000 feet and decline to roughly 11,000 feet, maybe a little less.  Some of the trail will be level, but most of the time we will either be climbing or descending.  We will go as far as you feel you can go, but, remember, you have to save energy for the return trip.”

Dressed in our hiking attire, complete with boots and walking sticks, hats, sunglasses, and loaded backpacks, we set off first through a grove of trees standing tall as to obscure the vastness beyond them.  As we came out from under them, we looked up to see the first of many types of scenery that would literally take our breath away.   The mountains sprawl across the valley floors, so majestic with their peaks folding one into another.  The clouds provided shadows that moved over the mountains, displaying a variety of colors, deep and rich.  I had never seen so many wildflowers in one place, grown large and vibrant in their yellow, red, orange, and purple colors.  It was as if someone had been caring for them; they were so perfect, yet untouched by human hand.  The scene demanded attention as we all stood there just amazed at its perfection, breathing in the freshness of the pine scented air.  My senses came alive as the deafening silence was interrupted by the bugling of the elk that stood grandly in the distance.  I could see the trail stretching far, winding up and down the mountain side and then it would disappear, yet continue on unseen. “I’ve traveled many an unseen trail such as this,” I thought.

With the toast of the sun on our skin and the freshness of the mountain breezes, we hiked for several miles on the winding, changing trail.  The scenery changed often, always stunning in its beauty.  It was at one such point that my fear began to rise within me.  The trail had changed and was about to get very steep.  I have a great fear of heights, and this part of the trail was slippery with rock debris.  Rick and Keith were deep in conversation, catching up on old times.  I was trailing behind them, so if I were to slip, I wouldn’t have Rick’s hand.  I didn’t want to bring attention to my fear, so I tackled it alone.  I was wishing I had a blinder, like they put on horses, so I couldn’t see the steep slope just inches from my boot.  It was obvious we were hiking across a rock slide.  Even though I had been training for this very day, my legs were still not as strong as I would like.  I felt a little nauseous and dizzy as I looked across the trail I had to travel to get to the safety of solid ground.

I think we imagine a lot of our fears, making them worse probably.  The steep rock-slide area was really very short.  Rick and Keith walked over it like it was nothing in a matter of just a few seconds, as they continued to share old memories. I stopped, assessed the danger before me and panicked, causing my fear to grow and imagined it to be more than it really was.  But to me, it was real.

I moved my walking stick to the left hand, as the slope was on the left side.  I carefully planted each step, feeling my way for anything that wasn’t solid and for that which was.  My heart pounded in my chest as I attempted to keep the fear at bay.  My steps were very calculated, all the while being very aware that Rick and Keith were increasing the gap between us.  My mind fought with itself, “what if’s” coming from every direction, trying to force out the fear of falling.  I remained focused with one step in front of the other, sure and solid. But, as with life, a misstep happens and that all consuming feeling of fear and danger encapsulates the entire body and mind as I slip onto my butt.  This disturbance causes Rick and Keith to stop, turn around and ask, “Are you okay?”

As I mutter to myself, “No damnit, you’ve left me by myself, and I’m scared to death and why aren’t you paying attention to my fear?” I found myself saying, “I’m okay!”

I did reach the other side of the sloped, death defying rock slide, but very aware that I would have to face it again on the way back.  I would meet that obstacle later; I had many more challenges ahead.

Coming from a time in my life of complete helplessness, weakness, vulnerability and failure to the various challenges the mountain hike gave, boosted my confidence and character strength that I was needing to continue forward with dreams yet unfulfilled.  I would soon be starting college at the age of 49 and was uneasy of the challenges ahead.  But, at this moment, with each step made, I conquered more of my fear and doubt.

We were looking for a flat area where we could sit and rest our weary bodies and enjoy our lunch.  We had hiked far into the mountain so as to have only steep sides and cliffs surrounding us.  We continued walking, knowing at some point we would find the perfect place to stop and ingest the sights and the food.  The views were so incredible that with each corner turned, a more majestic sight enveloped us, making it hard to quit exploring.  We each found ourselves repeating the words, “Just a little further.”  “Let’s see what’s on the other side.”

As we rounded what would become the last corner, I saw it.  Just above our trail was a flattened area that cascaded high above and over a cliff.  It was perfect, but the climb up was very abrupt, and the trail below was very narrow with another of those slippery, falls to my death, rock slides.  Something inside me wanted to make that climb.  I needed to conquer it.

“This is it,” I said.  “Let’s climb up there and have lunch; the view is perfect.”

The guys looked at me like I was crazy, and I felt inside that the high altitude must have gotten to my better senses because this was a very steep climb.  What was I thinking?  Keith went up first.  He wanted to scout out the area making sure it was attainable.  I would go next, with Rick behind me, as if he could actually catch me.  I think he figured that if we fell, we would die together; que sera sera!

I just want to say right now that there is no shame in hugging the side of a mountain in order to save your life!  I used every little tree, grass blade, and stone I could find to make it to the top of that cliff.  I literally hugged the ground with my body in the steepness of the climb thinking all the while, “don’t look down!”  I was scared to death that at any moment I would lose my grip and plummet to the mountain valleys below.  But, when I did finally reach the top, ungraceful as I was in doing so, I was able to look my mate in the eyes with a smile that only he could comprehend.  He gave me a high knuckle five, as is our custom.  Elation was the feeling of the moment as we celebrated with a feast for kings and queens.   Fresh strawberries, grapes, apples, hard boiled eggs, and tuna was our banquet.  I’ve never had a more exquisite meal!

At that victorious moment, Keith felt it best to point out that we were actually dining on a perch that was the perfect place for a mountain Lion to hunt his prey.  Men, they are so funny and have an uncanny way of eliciting the fear of a woman!  But at this moment, I had overcome fears and I wasn’t about to entertain any more!  First I had to worry over how to get off the mountain Lion perch.  Of course, that is what butts are for!

On the trek back, I had a feeling of victory within me!  I had my fears in control, and I felt the need to express my elation in song.  In experiencing the full magnitude of God’s glorious creation, there was but one song appropriate, “How Great Thou Art”.

 

O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder

Consider all the works Thy Hand hath made,

I see the stars, I hear the mighty thunder,

Thy pow’r throughout the universe displayed;

…When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur

And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze;

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art! How great Thou art!

We had seen the awesome wonder, heard the majestic thunder that echoed through the mountains; we felt the wet coolness of the mountain brook and discovered a greatness that was far beyond ourselves.  The mountains, they fill me with a magic that none can touch, I love them so.  They elicit my fear, but help me to conquer them.  They fulfill my dreams in ways I cannot fully explain.

Are you wondering how I made it back across the steep rocky slide or do you already know?  Yes, my fears engaged, but this time I was able to abate them.  This time, I asked for help and with Keith in front of me, and Rick behind me, I took control of my fear and walked slowly across the slippery slope.

My next adventure is now upon me as I begin that long awaited for dream of becoming a registered nurse.  I look forward to the challenge with confidence and hope!

…”Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through, no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing…”

Weminuche Wilderness Rio Grande National Forest

 

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Gum Popping the Fears Away!

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There is certainly some beautiful ground to cover through New Mexico up to Colorado, but as is par for New Mexico, construction slowed us down.  I don’t know of a slower state when it comes to road construction.  It was 9 p.m. before we pulled into Lonesome Dove’s Cabins and unpacked a few items into the ‘Pea-Eye’.

This was our third time to stay in the exact cabin so we knew the routine.  As we settled into the familiar bed, we opened the windows so as to feel the crispness of the mountain air.  The next morning we found ourselves snuggled under 2 blankets!  It had gotten cold as the temps had dipped into the upper 40′s.

After a good breakfast, we prepared our backpacks for the first hike in the Colorado mountain range.  This was to be a much steeper climb and was the “training ground” for the much anticipated Continental Divide later in the week.  This was also the very same mountain that Rick had always told me I would be able to hike with him one day.  That day had finally arrived!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How to express that feeling? As I stood before the glorious magnitude of that mountain, one lingering thought kept pushing me as my fear tugged on the other sleeve.  “You aint’ getting any younger, it’s now or never baby…let’s do this!”

Fear has kept me from MUCH in my life.  It has only been in the past 2 years that I have been ready to face fear straight on…that mountain stood for a lot of fear!  It was important that I face it and most importantly, that I conquer it.

This particular mountain starts out very steep.  It took a lot of patience and determined steps to reach the more desirable path.  (Not to mention the pride-less act of actually hugging the side of the mountain out of sheer terror…but that’s another story)  Seriously though, I distinctly remember saying over and over to myself…”I can do this…I can do this.” And I did do it!  Over and over again I did it each time feeling a little more sure than the last…but always with fear.  It’s just plain scary folks!  I guess that is the thrill of it…like those who ride roller coasters or go free falling from high places with only a cord to keep you from smashing yourself to pieces.  Fear is certainly a strong force; it either drives you or it shuts you down.

On this day I chose for the fear to drive me upward.  Instead of looking at the whole mountain before me, I searched for rocks that had been melded into the side of the mountain, for trees large enough to grab a hold of, for those sources that I knew were steady to guide me safely up to the next area where I could plant my foot sure.  One solid sure step at a time that encouraged my faith and spurred more hope.  And always there would be my faithful husband, never too far ahead, reaching out his strong hand to pull me up when I needed him.

Once past the steepest climb, we were able to enjoy a more leisurely steady incline, but not without fear, at least on my part.  There is something about Bears that makes me afraid.  I don’t know…maybe it’s their size, wildness, or the color of their fur…I’m not real sure, but the fear is real.  As much as I tried to relax, I just couldn’t get past the thought of coming upon a Bear.

It did happen once…many years ago…I was around 11-12 years old.  In Creede, Colorado on vacation with my family.  We were staying at one of the ranches.  My brother and 2 sisters and myself were playing out in the open areas when all the hollering began.  He was out by the horses, scarring them to death.  I’ve never seen an animal so big…he was huge and he didn’t act very happy.  I can feel that fear now…it runs through your whole body.  I remember 2 scenes from that day…the first being when I saw the bear and looking over to my 2 sisters who were swinging and I began to run toward them to help them.  They were crying.  My dad was running to get us and yelled at me and my brother to run to the cabin while he grabbed my sisters.  I remember the turmoil inside me that I didn’t want my family hurt and so I should help them, but I didn’t want to be hurt either.  That my dad yelled at me to run to the cabin, gave me somewhat of a sense of relief…he would take care of my sisters and I needed to trust and run like hell!   And then I remember all of us inside the cabin.  My heart was beating so fast and hard.  And that big ole mean ugly bear circled our cabin!  Obviously we all made it out okay, but I do believe that old bear made a lasting impression on me that day.

So on that mountain with Rick these many years later I had my pockets stuffed with gum.  That’s right…my weapon of choice was gum.  I had asked Rick many times about some sort of weapon in case we came upon a bear.  He assured me all would be fine, i reluctantly trusted him while I stuffed my pockets with gum.  They…I’m not sure who “they” is, but they say that a bear attacks when you scare them, that you don’t ever want to sneak up on a bear.  Gum makes popping noise when you know how to do it right.  I made sure that I was always popping gum so as not to sneak up on a bear.  That was how I dealt with my fear…gum popping.

In the years before, when I wasn’t able to climb with Rick, I would stand by the cabin and look up to see him standing by the cross that was placed in honor of the firemen who perished in the September 11 attacks on our nation.  On this day, I would be the one standing next to the cross.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We would make several climbs on this very mountain in the days to come.  One of our favorite spots to hike was the waterfall area.  It was several miles but had a perfect spot to eat lunch and to cool the feet!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I stand back and look at the big picture, I’d have to say this vacation was a lot about facing fears, the preparation before, the determination, patience called for and faith to overcome.

There were times in my life when I would see the mountains that life had placed before me and felt the dread, the impending doom, the fear to fail, the desperation that comes when life happens.  But today I can tell you that I have quit looking at the big mountain before me and have begun to look for the sure steps to conquer it.

In Mark 11:22-24, Jesus said, “Have faith in God.  I tell you the truth, if anyone says to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and does not doubt in his heart but believes that what he says will happen, it will be done for him.  Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.”

I believe this verse says that God will help you conquer the mountains.  He has certainly helped me conquer many!  Faith that moves mountains.  Faith in yourself that you can move a mountain will not gain entry into the sea.  But faith that God will move the mountain for you will move it beyond the depths of the sea.  But i think you have to be willing to climb it first.

Faith my friends!  Find the security of faith…where or with whom does it lie?  And then go tackle those mountains…God is waiting!

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Sunday morning (2nd day of vacation) we awoke to temps in the upper 50′s, surrounded by the Sacramento Mountains.  Before breakfast was to be served, we decided on another hike and found the perfect place for worship!

Chapel In The Sky

The time we spent here at this place, with the cross before us, the mountains framing it…very special indeed!  No words need to be spoken, no songs need to be sung for Rick and I were tuned with God in heart, mind and spirit.  Listening to the quiet and beauty of His creation was the kind of worship God had asked for.  We eagerly heard every ‘word’ God had to say that morning.

Being at the Methodist Camp for the start of our vacation was a God thing!  It was the most perfect 24 hours to begin a new chapter in our lives.  Taking the time out to listen to God’s direction is always a good idea!

We had been waiting a long time to turn a page in our lives.  Seems we had been taking one step forward and 3 backwards for an eternity.  Illness does that to a family, as many of you know.  It is a hard thing for me to speak about, that I was once so weak and vulnerable; but I will do so in order to give others strength and hope.

Cinderella has always been my favorite fairy-tale of them all!  What little girl wasn’t captivated by all the romance and beauty? I can still sing most of the songs today by memory, but there is one in particular that I have kept in my heart for about 16 years now.  It goes like this…

A dream is a wish your heart makes
when you’re fast asleep

In dreams you lose your heartaches
whatever you wish for, you keep

Have faith in your dreams and someday
your rainbow will come smiling through

No matter how your heart is grieving
if you keep on believing
the dream that you wish will come true

I’ll be the first one to say that, actually, the dream you wish doesn’t always come true.  However…“Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through, no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing…” It is these words that I have held on to for these many years.

A single mom with 3 children, finds the love of her life, who then marries her and her 3 children…they are madly in love and plan a life together…that was my fairy tale come true.  And then life happens.  I became very ill with fibromyalgia.  2 back sugeries, neck surgery, severe depression, severe pain, in a wheelchair for much of the time x 2 years, walking canes, braces and financial ruin, doesn’t make for a good fairy tale. It was a very long 16 years.  And that is the very short version.

Before illness occurred, I loved my career of nursing!  My plans had always been to further my education to become a registered nurse and possibly beyond.  It was devastating to me that all those dreams could vanish.

My greatest supporter was my husband who never gave up on me.  When I gave up on hope…he gave more…so much so that in the times when he became weak, I was able to be strong for him.  But even more than our love and strength and hope for and in each other was our faith that, no matter what, GOD.

As the years passed and slow healing times began, and vacations were again possible, it was always to Colorado we went.

Rick loves nature and especially so in the mountains.  As he would ready himself for his hike, he would always tell me that one day I would go with him.  I would smile, afraid to believe it, but always hoping.

“Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through, no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing…”

And so now you understand a little bit of why this past vacation was such a huge event for us.  It was truly a page turner in our life…actually more like a chapter or two or three!

I have been “training”, so to speak, for life again for about 2 years now.  Once I got to a stage of strength again, and discovered some other healing “activities”, I knew it was time.  I could do this now!  I began with my diet and expanded into gaining physical strength and stamina.

It all has been very surreal, realizing that at one time, just to live through one day was a struggle, and now…I’m hiking mountains and asking, “what’s next?”

I can’t leave this post without trying to express what it meant to me to take that first hike with Rick.  There really aren’t words enough to describe those emotions but well…

I felt like a little child experiencing the different kinds of grass, the beautiful wild flowers, the dirt,  the bees and yes even the flies!  Oh and the hummingbirds!  They sound so different in the mountains!  I was God’s child and He was showing me all that I had missed…it was like He had me by the hand, experiencing it all with me.   I was afraid and yet I couldn’t stop, I had to keep climbing as high as I could go and then…can we go higher…further?  And when the rain would fall and the thunder rolls through the mountains…oh my!  It makes one tingle!  My legs would get so tired but I was afraid to stop.  I don’t ever want to go back to where I was; you understand?  But if I do…

“Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through, no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing…”

Keep the faith!

Tracie

P.S. For my fellow fibromyalgia sufferers, I will soon post about how I was able to overcome.  Don’t give up hope!

 

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Tools of Life

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Many of you will recognize this theme song from the 1975 movie Mahogony.  It was sung by Diana Ross.

Do You Know Where You\’re Going To?

Do you know where you’re going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you?
Where are you going to, do you know?
Do you get what you’re hoping for?
When you look behind you there’s no open door,
What are you hoping for, do you know?

As I read those words I can do nothing less than to ponder them and I ask myself, do I know in what direction my life is going?  What do I hope for?
As I look behind me, and see the experiences of life that have shaped and formed me I am joyful for them.   Notice I didn’t say ‘happy’, but joyful, for many of the experiences were rough going and I would not want to experience them again.  And I’ve made mistakes.  But as I look in the mirror to what I have become, and where I am going, I am joyful in the Lord!  He has blessed me with life shaping experiences that have led to lifelong Christian formation.  I can now look behind me to see closed doors and smile inwardly as to the invaluable experiences.

We cannot know the exact direction our life is going, but we can set the course through planning and preparation.  We begin this process very early in life usually with the aid of another (parents, grandparents, siblings, friends, etc.)  They set our course, give us the directions, and then set us free hopefully with all the right tools.

If you were to list the tools you’ve had in life, those you have passed on, what would that list look like?

As some of you are reading this, you may be thinking of your children and asking yourself, what have/did I pass on?  Did I include the very ones that matter the most; the teachings that are for lifelong Christian formation?

What are you hoping for, do you know?

Lifelong Spiritual Formation is the essential tool to the whole of life.  If we have given/received nothing but spiritual directives then we have given/received the love of our Maker and Redeemer, the tools that are life sustaining.

It’s not too late you know.  If you were not given the directions of life, you can still receive them with some effort.  It takes effort to learn the ways of the Lord; it takes effort to teach the ways of the Lord.  But we have a responsibility to ourselves and our younger generations.  We have a responsibility to our Lord and our church family.

Many of us hope for, we yearn for that one thing in life that is solid, strong, never failing and life sustaining.  And it is right in front of you.  Grab it, hold on to it and never let it go.

“For the Word of God is living and active.  Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.  Nothing in all creation is hidden from God’s sight.  Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of Him to whom we must give account.”                               Hebrews 4:12-13

Where are you going to, do you know?

Come to the gathering of believers, to your church, with no pretense, with the doors of the past closed, ready to open doors to the future.   Join a Sunday school class and/or the Wednesday evening Bible Studies for that is where lifelong spiritual formation begins.

Receive and give the tools of life and then you will know, you will be assured of hope and direction.

“Growing spiritually is an exciting adventure. As individual and as communities, we change, we are renewed, and we share in renewing God’s creation every day. As Christians who claim life in the power of the Holy Spirit, we live and rejoice in what God already has done, what God is doing, and what God wants for us. Spiritual growth is a lifelong process, and spiritual disciplines are the means by which we continue that process.”
Foundations: Shaping the Ministry of Christian Education in your congregation.

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Blessings and Hope

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I hope all had a great Thanksgiving holiday!  The Davisduo enjoyed time with family and friends, delicious food and made memories.  We certainly are a very blessed people!  I think of my most cherished blessings each time I can hold a grandchild, look into their eyes, whisper in their ear.  What is it about grandchildren?  I don’t get to see my Kens(no.3) very often but there is something about the connection, the bond of grandmotherly love, that makes time irrelevant.  The moment I see her/she see’s me I feel the love in her heart, see it in her eyes.  She is so very beautiful.  It is no different with each one of the other girls.  Rhilyn is the sweetest little toot!  She has this wonderful head of curls and scrunches her nose when she smiles.  She is just learning to talk.  Soon we will have grandchild number 5!  We are all hoping for a boy.  Ahh yes!  So many blessings!

Speaking of blessings, today was my first Sunday back since my surgery.  We had our Church Christmas dinner with Santa Claus.  For us Methodists, today is the beginning of Advent.  It is the season of the church year that we prepare our hearts and minds for Christ’s coming.  It is a time of waiting, listening, of stilling ourselves in preparation for the greatest of all events.  Each Sunday the sermon, the whole service, is set around that.  We have an advent wreath which consists of 5 candles.  Each week a candle is lit by chosen families of the congregation.  Families use that particular Sunday to make sure their entire family is in attendance and dressed up for the scripture reading and the lighting.  The candles represent Hope, Peace, Joy, Love and then on the Christmas eve service, the Christ candle is lit.  It is our tradition that the pastors family lights the first candle, the light of hope.

So now, the season of hope has begun.  As I sit here pondering that thought, I am reminded of a dead man’s family in what must be utter grief and confusion.  That a man was trampled to his death by people caught up in a moment of despicable and inhumane acts of greed speaks volumns to the degrading condition of the human race.

Every day, turn on the news, open the paper, crime is rampid.  Violence of every kind is reported.  Tragedy in people’s lives is a common occurrence whether from accident, disease, crime, greed, hate, selfishness, neglect.  These are the events, the attitudes that rob us of so much of life’s beauty.  From the bliss of the garden to the shame of deceit we have always been dependent upon the grace of our Lord and Savior.  It is only He who can rescue us from those moments of hell on earth.  It is only He who can give us hope.  He is the provider of our many blessings; He is the provider of our hope in a world of chaos.  It is He who provides the very one thing we can hold on to.  Do you know this to be true in your life?


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I remember well the time when I had no hope.  It was a time of great misery for me.  A time when the trials of pain consumed my every thought.  Pain had become the controlling presence of my life.  But it was at that time of my deepest despair that God reached out to me.  With His mighty arm He pulled me into His grip of grace, enveloping me with a love that only He can provide.  He breathed into my very soul the light of hope.  It was then that I began my search for an answer as to why I should have any hope at all.  It was in His word that I found my answers.  Through His divine leading, by the power of His Holy Spirit, I found this verse…

“So do not fear, for I am with you, do not be dismayed for I am your God.  I will strengthen you and help you.  I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”  Isaiah 41:10

The truth and power of this one verse gave me the hope I had been lacking.  It was His strength that lifted me and led me on to discover that my hope lied not in self, but in the promises of a new life. 

As I grew in my understanding of the Biblical story, I began to realize that from the very beginning of creation God has constantly been in action to instill and fulfill hope for mankind.  He does that now through the various journeys we travel in our lives.  Journeys that grow faith, events that keep hope alive.

Christ’s journey involved much sacrifice, temptation, some disappointment and much pain.  But His faith was unbreakable for His faith bore the Spirit of God.  His hope was that found not only in His eternal life but in the newness of His people.  He came so that we might all die to self and rise again in a new life.  A life filled with hope, peace, joy and love.

Hope, very simply put, is in Jesus Christ.  And that hope is alive today and available to all for the asking. 

If you don’t yet know Jesus Christ to be your Savior, your hope for new life, pray this prayer now asking Him to fill your soul with His Spirit.

Abba Father, I praise your very name, for it is Holy.  I praise you Father, for You are my Creator, my Savior, my Lord.  I love you.

Father, I am a sinner.  I have sinned in many ways and on many occasions.  I repent of these sins and ask that You would make me aware of every sin in my life.  Help me to overcome them, Father.

Father, I believe that you are the Creator of all, I believe in Jesus Christ as my Savior and in the power of Your Holy Spirit.  I believe that Jesus walked on this earth, that he was crucified for the forgiveness of my sins, that he died, was buried and then rose and now reigns with you.

I want to live for You Father.  Bless me now with your great love and grant me this request to live my life in glory for You.

I pray this prayer in Jesus Christ most Holy name,

Amen.

If you have prayed this prayer with all sincerity, you must now take the next step.  Seek out His will for your life.  Seek out others who can help you to grow in faith, to grow in love for Christ.  There is so much more to learn, so much more beauty to discover in your new life.  You must turn to His Word.

“My son, if you accept my words and store up my commands within you, turning your ear to wisdom and applying your heart to understanding, and if you call out for insight and cry aloud for understanding, and if you look for it as for silver and search for it as for hidden treasure, then you will understand the fear of the Lord and find the knowledge of God.”

Proverbs 2:1-5

God Bless,
Tracie

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What does it really mean to have faith?  We say we have it, yet do we live it in our daily lives?  There are some that do, yes.  But most often, I would have to say people lack faith.

Paul tells us in Hebrews 11:1 what faith is…”Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.”

I’ve thought a lot about this particular verse in seeking to understand why it is that I continue to suffer from chronic pain.  It has caused me to think a lot about my hope and where it lies.  I do carry a lot of hope that one day I will be free from the daily suffering, but I’ve come to understand that it is not in the end result that we carry hope, but it is in the journey toward the end result that it abides.  And that journey of hope has brought me much gain.  The fulfillment of peace and the exuberance of joy are two of my greatest treasures.  But faith has become the essence of my Christian life.

In Mark 11:22-24, Jesus said, “Have faith in God.  I tell you the truth, if anyone says to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and does not doubt in his heart but believes that what he says will happen, it will be done for him.  Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.”

Faith that moves mountains.  Faith in yourself that you can move a mountain will not gain entry into the sea.  But faith that God will move the mountain for you will move it beyond the depths of the sea.

It is too often that we base our faith on the end result rather than the blessings we received during the journey.  It is then that we may begin to lose hope and life becomes a chore.

Where does your faith lie?  Does it rely on the outcome of daily life or is it found in the hope of your daily blessings?  Must you have proof of faith, if so, then it is not faith at all.

In my faith journey, I have refocused my hope.  It is not on the hope of the physical being, but it is hope in the spiritual.  For my physical self is dying just as is yours.  But what lies within my spiritual being is the promise of Jesus.  He has moved mountains for me.  My hope is that God allows me to use His strengths, gained through faith, to bring blessings upon another.  My hope is that my blessings flow into you and that you share them with another.  And God is faithful.  He has used me to reach out to others in ways I never thought possible; just as He uses others to bless me.  It has been and continues to be an awesome journey.  It is a journey of growing Christians.  Christians who find that hope lies in salvation and salvation is discovered in what we sow each and every day.

I have learned to stop staring at the mountain before me and to look for the space between the mountain and the sea.  It is there that I’ve discovered faith and where my hope lies so preciously.

Thank You Jesus for the faith, hope and love you’ve given me.
God Bless,

Tracie

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