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Tuesday, March 11, 2025

Love Letters from Heaven

I have had a lot of thoughts over the past month or so about death, heaven and the way I live my life in the here and now.

It started with the death of a dear friend.   She was 95 years old and a believer so I know I will see her again but it's still hard to say goodbye.  It's especially hard to see the toll her loss has taken on her 98 year old husband and on her children who are also dear friends. 

In the wake of her passing I came across a couple of verses in my daily Bible study (that also happens to be the reading plan our church is doing together) that really stood out to me. The first was:

 II Corinthians 4:16 - Therefore we do not lose heart.  Even though our outward man is perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed day by day. 

I thought it was not only a great reminder that our souls survive and don't die the way our bodies do - but also that, while our bodies age and break down, our inward self is being strengthened and renewed as we grow in the knowledge of the Lord Jesus Christ.  Our growing knowledge increases our love for Him and we are internally renewed and rejuvenated!

The second verse was:

II Corinthians 5:4 - For we who are in this tent groan, being burdened, not because we want to be unclothed, but further clothed, that mortality may be swallowed up by life.

I LOVE this thought!  That when our bodies pass away, we, in our mortality, are swallowed up - BY LIFE!  We die to death and we are then fully alive!  Yes, we creak and groan under the burdens in life - because we were created for a glorious future where Jesus unloads those burdens and gives us rest. 

In light of this, I was considering how I am supposed to get through each day - especially on the days like the past few I've had - recovering from a very busy weekend and losing an hour to the time change!  And that's when I remembered a couple of verses and thoughts from my Bible study a couple of weeks ago:

II Corinthians 2:14 - Now thanks be to God who always leads us in triumph in Christ, and through us diffuses the fragrance of His knowledge in every place.

We don't have a choice, God diffuses the fragrance of His knowledge everywhere we go.  We are big diffusers, spreading the sweet smell of life in Christ throughout the world!  Just the thought of that is exciting and helps renew my inner soul!  And I know that God provides the strength and energy with every opportunity He sends my way.

The next day this verse came up in my reading:

II Corinthians 3:3 - Clearly you are an epistle of Christ,  ministered by us, written not with ink but by the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on flesh, that is, of the heart.

An epistle is a letter - we are love letters to the world.  On our hearts are written the love of Christ and when people see us, they should be able to read that love letter clearly written.  We shouldn't be hiding it as if it were personal or confidential and no one's business what it contains.   It is meant to be shared.

All these verses make me excited about life!  And they make me excited about my future!  And they give me peace about my ultimate physical death.

I think these last 2 verses make clear what my assignment is while I remain on this earth - to share Christ's love and to smell good doing it!😉


Friday, March 7, 2025

Father's Eyes


I was a big Amy Grant fan when I was a teen. Back before her affair and ultimate divorce she had some deeply meaningful songs. One of my favorites was Father's Eyes which was actually written by her then husband, Gary Chapman. The words are as follows:

I may not be every mother's dream for her little girl

And my face may not grace the mind of everyone in the world

But that's all right, as long as I can have one wish I pray

When people look inside my life, I want to hear them say

She's got her Father's Eyes
Her Father's Eyes

Eyes that find the good in things
When good is not around

Eyes that find the source of help
When help just can't be found

Eyes full of compassion
Seeing every pain
Knowing what you're going through
And feeling it the same

Just like my Father's Eyes
My Father's Eyes
My Father's Eyes
Just like my Father's Eyes

And on that day when we will pay
For all the deeds we have done
Good and bad they'll all be had
To see by everyone

And when you're called to stand and tell Just what you saw in me
More than anything I know
I want your words to be

She had her Father's Eyes
Her Father's Eyes

Eyes that found the good in things
When good was not around

Eyes that found the source of help
When help would not be found

Eyes full of compassion
Seeing every pain
Knowing what you're going through
And feeling it the same

Just like my Father's Eyes
My Father's Eyes
My Father's Eyes
Just like my Father's Eyes


I was reminded of this song yesterday because my daughter definitely has the Father's eyes. She IS my dream for a daughter and she is beautiful inside and out. I have to tell you how proud I am of (and inspired by) her genuine, selfless love. Yesterday were two examples that stand out and shout at me how amazing her heart for others is.

The first example needs some background.  Her (Christian) high school has had pro-life events all week and part of that has been a baby bottle coin drive. Her Honors English teacher the day before had been giving the class a hard time about how little they had contributed to the coin drive.  She spent some time lecturing them about giving to this worthy cause and said she knew they all had loose change they could contribute. So my daughter came home and said she needed to bring coins. This coin drive was already on my radar and so I gathered a bag of coins for her to donate. At the end of the day I asked her whether her teacher had been happy about her contribution and she told me that she actually had waited outside the classroom and gave a handful of coins to every person who went in the door so that every single classmate contributed something.  This endeared her entire class to their teacher who told them they were her new favorite class. And my daughter would NOT let anyone tell her teacher where all the coins came from. She was giddy as she told me all about how the teacher had been so happy with the entire class.

The second story also needs a little explanation. My daughter has friends who are in the school play (Pride and Prejudice this year). She wanted to go to the play to support her friends and asked me to buy a bouquet of flowers so she could give 1 flower to each friend in the cast. She wanted all the same type of flower so I found a bouquet of a dozen roses that were discounted to just over $5 and she brought those to the play. A dozen roses were more flowers than she needed so I just thought she would keep what she didn’t give away because she loves having fresh flowers in her room. But when I picked her up from the play, she only had a few left and she told me that she had 2 other friends in the audience with her who hadn’t brought flowers so she gave a couple of roses to each of them so they would have flowers to give to their cast-member friends as well. Such a sweet gesture of friendship and love!

My daughter is always finding new ways to spread the love of Jesus and it just thrills my heart and soul to watch!

Thursday, March 6, 2025

MS Journey

I think I had a post a long time ago that described some of what I went through before my final diagnosis but I thought I'd get more detailed about the symptoms that led to my diagnosis since, in my experience, that's the most common question I get when someone finds out I have Multiple Sclerosis. 

I think I have to start with migraines. I didn't realize migraines could be associated with MS but apparently it is fairly common to be misdiagnosed as having Migraines when, in fact, it's Multiple Sclerosis.  I had migraines even at a young age. They worsened and got more frequent as I aged. I used to tell people that my brain hated me.  

From there, I really had no other symptoms until my mid-20's. Looking back now I recognize the signs but at the time I just thought I was over-worked. I yawned a LOT. Excessive yawning is one of the symptoms of MS. My parents used to comment about it frequently - concerned that I wasn't getting enough sleep. But I was! Often on Saturdays I would sleep late, wake up to use the bathroom and feel so exhausted that I went back to sleep. I could sleep an entire day, only waking up to use the bathroom or get a drink of water and a snack. Then I would sleep all night.  

Those were all early signs for me but, keep in mind, every person with MS has a different set of symptoms.  No two have exactly the same experience and there are different MS versions as well (RRMS, PPMS and SPMS). I think the reason most people ask about my symptoms is that they have (or know someone who has) had symptoms of one sort or another and are concerned they might also have MS. It's a valid concern - especially given the fact that there is a bigger percentage of people living in the Pacific Northwest than in almost any other region in the United States.

Anyway, I was working for a Statistical Research company as a Project Coordinator on an atrial fibrillation clinical trial. My job was to keep track of over 200 clinical sites around the country and in Canada. I planned the meetings, coordinated the publications and regular mailings and a variety of other tasks. It was fast paced and demanding which is why, when I started having difficulty dialing a push-button phone, I thought I was just on burn-out. I mean, I was engaged to be married at that time as well and planning a wedding and a move across the country. I certainly had every reason to be tired and stressed. I could do everything else but I could barely dial a phone. I would start dialing a number and would have to hang up because my finger would push the wrong number at some point and I would have to start over and over until I FINALLY got it right! That was close to the end of my time there. I was looking forward to new adventures as a newly married woman in a completely new part of the country, hopefully working at a job that was lower stress so I could catch my breath.

I quit my job and moved in with my parents a couple of weeks before the wedding. Once, while on a walk with my parents, my ankle just gave out and I couldn't catch myself- I fell to the ground and ruined one of my favorite pairs of pants.  I didn't trip or anything, I just fell suddenly. I shrugged it off as a weak ankle from a volleyball injury. 

After we were married and I got moved out to Pennsylvania where my husband was living at the time, I found a job as a secretary to the Director of the Emergency Care Unit at the local hospital.  A job that I enjoyed and that was much less demanding. I found that a slower pace of life really seemed to help and I started slowly gaining my phone dialing ability back.  

I started noticing at some point that I would get dizzy and lose my balance if I looked up at the sky while on a walk. We moved to New Mexico less than a year after we were married and the pace slowed considerably in the small town where we lived. I felt like I had gotten enough rest by the time we moved to Arizona and I was ready to pick the pace back up. We bought a house and I got a job as a legal secretary which I really enjoyed.  

We moved back home to Washington 2 years later. I got another legal secretary job and a year later we bought a house and I had taken a better job at a bigger law firm. I was feeling great! And then, shortly after we had moved in to our new house, I lost partial feeling in the entire right half of my body. I lost maybe 10% feeling - but it was like my body had been cut in half. Even half my tongue had lost partial feeling.  It's an odd sensation.  I went to see my doctor who sent me in for an MRI - this was in 2004. The MRI was inconclusive but the Radiologist had seen a lesion and they suspected MS.  

The only experience I had to that point with MS was my husband's neighbor who had MS and was wheelchair bound. We had just bought a 2-story house with 16 stairs leading up to ALL the bedrooms and the only showers in the house. I was referred to a neurologist who couldn't find the lesion and, after a neurological exam, dismissed MS as a possibility and told me it was probably a virus and the symptoms would go away.  He told me that if I had MS, there would have been an episode in my past like going blind for 3 days or something similar.  Since there was no event like that in my past and he couldn't think of anything in the brain that could cause half my body to lose partial feeling, he concluded I had a virus, not MS.  

My symptoms DID go away except for one spot on my neck. We breathed a sigh of relief and moved forward with our lives. When I was pregnant with our daughter, I was working and studying for the PLS (Professional Legal Secretary) exam. After I took the exam, I had lost feeling in both my legs so they gave out on me while walking down the stairs to head to the bus. I fell and slid down the stairs on my shins. The previous year. While working at a different firm I had done the same thing. This falling thing was becoming a habit!

Thankfully, having a baby must have agreed with me because my migraines were cured!  But I fell again on our first Sunday back at church after our daughter was born. Thankfully, my husband was carrying our baby girl as my ankle gave out and I failed to keep myself from falling and hitting the side of the church (and denting the downspout) on our way in.

When I was pregnant with our son, I was still working and my parents were babysitting our daughter.  I would drive to their house in the morning and drop our daughter off along with our car and then walk to the bus stop and ride the bus in to work. One morning when I was about 6 or 7 months pregnant, my ankle gave out and I fell hard! Thankfully, the baby was unharmed but I could barely walk. I injured my ankle and left knee really badly. My knee injury took a long time to heal up after our son was born - I couldn't put any pressure on it - no crawling around on the floor with the kids.  It did eventually heal but when our son was about 2 years old, I started feeling tingling and reduced feeling below my left knee. I chalked it up to nerve damage caused by the injury to my knee. Around the same time I started experiencing bladder issues which I chalked up to 2 pregnancies and c-section deliveries.  

This falling thing was becoming problematic. I sprained my ankle and fell while playing frisbee with my husband and kids and fell again a couple of months later just walking around in our back yard moving the sprinkler and I fell yet again as I was leaving the appliance store after we bought a new refrigerator. So, I talked to my doctor and ended up consulting with a specialist who told me that my ligaments were loose in my ankle and I needed surgery or at the very least, physical therapy to strengthen the muscles in my ankles. I chose the physical therapy route and was also given an ankle brace to use when participating in higher risk activities like playing soccer or frisbee on uneven ground.

At Christmas time in 2013 we took the kids to the mall to do our Christmas shopping.  My husband was off getting gifts for me and I had the kids (ages 2 and 4 1/2 at the time). I was supposed to be shopping for my husband and for all of our extended family members.  But as I stood in the middle of the mall with the stroller and a toddler by my side, I felt completely overwhelmed and I was unable to figure out what to do next.  

Then I started having difficulty communicating with my husband at night. He is a real talker and I used to be. But it was getting increasingly more difficult for me to participate in conversations late at night. I was always a night owl but suddenly I couldn't stop yawning and had to sit down and couldn't get words to formulate in my mind. Fatigue! My husband didn't understand why I couldn't carry on a coherent conversation with him at night. And I didn’t understand either!

MS is really hard on the families. I would argue that my husband struggles more with MS than I do.

I decided to talk to my doctor about all of these symptoms at my annual exam. But she told me that I would have to schedule a different visit for each symptom I was experiencing and to just pick the one that bothered me the most to talk about at that visit.  So we talked about my bladder and she concluded it was a result of the pregnancies and c-sections and suggested surgery or medication. 

Well, with 2 toddlers at home I wasn't about to schedule multiple visits- I just didn't have that kind of time. Nor did I have time for surgery so I just decided to cope with things as they were. Especially with 2 young kids and a husband who travels. 

However, one day our whole family was walking (swiftly) through Lowe's and I lost feeling in BOTH of my lower legs and feet. Looking online, I found that the explanation for all of my symptoms could be Multiple Sclerosis- but that had been ruled out! My husband told me I should go see HIS doctor who was more of an old-school physician who would be more willing to spend time listening to my list of symptoms. 

And he was right! This doctor DID listen and he decided to send me in for another MRI because, while he didn't think I had MS, he said I was "the right age, the right gender, lived in the right region and had enough concerning symptoms." The MRI was inconclusive and the doctor called me at home to discuss the results.  He still didn't think I had MS but he didn't want me to worry so he sent me to a neurologist.  THIS neurologist looked at my brain scan and said there weren't enough lesions to diagnose MS and she really thought it was a pinched nerve so she sent me in for a comprehensive MS protocol MRI of my brain, cervical spine and lower thoracic area. After a 3 hour MRI with contrast dye, she had to admit that I did, indeed, have MS. Most of my lesions are in my cervical spine.  She sent me to an MS specialist who confirmed the diagnosis and, after reviewing my MRI from 10 years earlier, she could see the lesion and said that of all my symptoms, that event 10 years prior had been the most obvious symptom of MS.  

I was officially diagnosed with MS in April of 2014 with Relapsing Remitting Multiple Sclerosis (RRMS). At the time the symptoms were very minor and didn't hinder my mobility in any way. I could still run and keep up with my toddlers, for instance. I have said it in previous posts but I will say again that I was RELIEVED to have a concrete diagnosis that explained everything and I was eager to get started on a treatment plan.

I went on an injectable medication called Avonex right away but had a drug failure after a year.  I lost partial feeling (50% this time) in 2 1/2 fingers and the inside half of my lower left arm (I have never regained feeling there) and I started having significant heat intolerance (In temperatures above 80 degrees I would start to lose my vision and it wouldn't return until I cooled off.) So, I switched to a new medication. Gilenya, a daily pill. No medication will cure MS. But they are supposed to slow the progression.  Gilenya is doing a pretty good job. I have had stable MRI results for the past 10 years. But I AM progressively getting worse - just very slowly, thankfully!

Now I have an intolerance to the cold! I feel cold all the time - but unevenly throughout my body. My left side is pretty much cold to the touch all the time. Hot showers are therapeutic for me and that is my favorite activity - until it’s time to get out of the shower, get dried off and dressed!

Because most of my lesions are in my spinal cord, there is less that can be done to alleviate my symptoms. Thankfully, I have no MS associated pain! I have the opposite problem - I am losing feeling everywhere. Almost every part of my body is experiencing some degree of loss of sensation. Thanks to one big lesion affecting the nerve that supplies feeling and other signals to the left side of my body, I have probably lost about 70% of the feeling in my left arm, hand, leg and foot. I am also itchy all over my body - especially my head, face, arms and hands. Itchiness, I have discovered, is the first sign (at least in ME) that I am starting to lose feeling in that area. It’s so weird when my lips start itching and losing feeling - usually at night when I have had a busy day and am extra fatigued.

So, to explain most of the falling… Essentially MS attacks the nerves that send signals to various parts of the body. In the case of my left ankle, my ankle has lost contact with my brain. It can’t move - it no longer receives those signals so it just hangs there when I lift my leg - I have a foot drop when I walk because I can’t move that ankle. I drag my toe and trip frequently and when my weak ankles give out, the signal from my brain to my legs that SHOULD help me hop back up and keep me from falling, is slowed down by the nerve damage caused by MS and it doesn’t travel fast enough to be effective so I can’t catch myself. I fall like a homesick rock! My fatigue plays a big part in this. On good days I hardly limp at all. But most days there is a noticeable limp and when I have a lot of walking to do, I now use a cane that I keep in the car (which I only use if I don’t have a shopping cart to use for support). Praise God for disabled parking spots and permits to use them!

Regarding the bladder issues - I have gone through testing with a Urologist to find out what's going on with my bladder and discovered that MS has caused me to have a Neurogenic bladder. Essentially this means that my bladder is working overtime to keep all liquid trapped inside - especially when it is empty! I am thankful not to have urinary incontinence but it is really a drag that it takes so much time and effort sometimes just to urinate! Is this grossing you out? I hope not. It’s my reality and one of the aspects of MS that people don’t like to talk about. Anyway, I have difficulty emptying my bladder fully - especially when I am short on time. So if I am in a hurry, I need to either just take the time to make sure I get my bladder fully emptied (which could make me late or irritate others who might be waiting for me) or else there had better be a restroom at my destination because I am likely going to need it as soon as I get there. It is reminiscent of planning an outing with a toddler who is potty training. My doctor tells me that when it starts to become a bigger problem I will have to start using a catheter. It is going to have to be a REALLY BIG problem for me to be willing to do that! For now, it’s just annoying. And like the foot drop, fatigue plays a big role in how problematic it is on a given day.

Now, on the fatigue issue. They say that it takes 5x more energy for a person with MS to do everything than it does for a healthy person. My doctor explained that even processing words and formulating responses takes a greater effort and is fatiguing. Walking without tripping takes conscious effort. Getting dressed in the morning is more difficult - especially with a leg and ankle that doesn’t cooperate. Try pulling on a pair of pants without moving your ankle - your toes keep getting caught on the inside of the pant legs! Try pulling on a pair of shoes or especially rain boots without moving your ankle - you can’t point your toe! When every minor task I used to do without giving it a thought becomes a major difficulty it can be easy to just sit down and refuse to participate or to procrastinate! So by the time the evening rolls around, my brain has had enough. It starts the shutdown process and humor and communication skills are the first to go.

Now, I tell you all of this just for information and to answer common questions. Please don’t feel sorry for me! Definitely pray for me and my family but don’t think that I am, for one second, complaining about my lot in life. Make no mistake, I view MS as a huge blessing in my life and if you read my earlier post about that very subject you will understand why. I praise God every day for the blessing of MS because it has drawn me closer to Him!

Monday, February 24, 2025

What a mess! And I feel yucky!

I want to start with a story before I get to the heart of this post. I have a dear friend who is a Sunday School teacher for kindergartners at her church. Last month she sent me the following text:

Out of the mouths of babes:

When we had our lesson on Ezra, we saw that before they began rebuilding the temple, they first honored God in sacrifices and keeping the holy days He'd instructed. Then we spoke of our holi-days and how God should be most important. When Christmas was mentioned, they were enthused about gifts.

I asked if any of them gave Jesus anything. One raised his hand. "I did."

"What did you give Him?"

"I gave Him Joy."

And I thought, what would it be if each week or morning I consciously considered such a gift to Him.

I thought a lot about what she said and decided to add a “My gift to God today” portion at the end of each morning’s list of things I am thankful for (I keep a daily Thankfulness Journal).

So, that is context for my purpose in writing this post.

Yesterday (Sunday), my gift to God was “surrender” and I wrote that without understanding what that might mean specifically for my day. But as I lived through my day I realized there were big areas where I have been trying to take back some of the control I thought I had given the Lord. I found myself trying to influence certain situations that I don’t have the wisdom or understanding to meddle with but God knows all aspects of each situation and the hearts and minds of those involved and He is infinitely more qualified to handle every situation without my interference.

The first such situation deals with my son and baptism. I found myself trying to convince my son that he should overcome his very real fear of dunking his full head in the water and be baptized at the next baptism service in March. Our son had a very traumatic experience in a swimming pool as a toddler and has been terrified of submerging his face in water ever since. We are working with him and a counselor on this issue but March is probably too soon to expect him to be able to conquer that fear. The Lord brought my “gift” of surrender to mind last night and I realized I needed to leave my son’s baptism decision in God’s hands and let Him prompt our son in His time. There is no rush. God’s timing is always perfect.

In a completely different area that came up yesterday, I found myself exerting my own will on our daughter in her choice for who she would like to date once she is allowed to start dating. She has had someone in mind for the past 2 years and we don’t have a particular problem with the boy but he comes from a particularly troubled and very manipulative family background and we just want to protect her from a potentially very painful - or at least a very difficult future which seems unnecessary. But, again, her future is in God’s hands and she must make her own choices as she matures. She will have to make mistakes because that is how you grow and learn. It is not my job to exert my will on her life choices. As long as she is walking with the Lord and doing her best to follow His will for her life (and I believe she is), I need to surrender her choices to His will and stop trying to influence her to make the choices I would prefer.

And finally, as I went to bed last night I was reminded (and I wont go in to detail here) that I need to surrender my marriage to the Lord. I need to stop praying for specific changes I would like to see in my husband and just surrender our marriage to the Lord and do whatever He tells me to do. That is the ONLY way to have a Godly marriage and that’s what I want.

So, as I was praying in bed before drifting off to sleep, I pictured these 3 members of my family and the mess I had been making of the current circumstances. I was feeling pretty yucky and defeated and I just prayed that the Lord would take these people who are so precious to me and fix my mistakes. I laid my anxieties about them at the foot of the cross and prayed for the strength not to pick them up again. I fell asleep with the hymn “I Surrender All” going through my head and my sleep was sweet - knowing my family is in God’s loving care.

Wednesday, February 19, 2025

When no one is looking…

One Sunday several months ago my daughter was waiting in the car while I finished up a conversation inside the church after the service was over. People were getting into their cars and leaving and someone accidentally backed into our car. They stopped to look at the damage and then left. No one else was in the parking lot at the time and they didn’t know that my daughter was in the car. After they left, I came outside to get into the car and my daughter told me what had happened and who had backed into our car. I looked at our rear bumper and cleaned off a fairly good sized section where paint had transferred from the impact from the other car and noticed cracking under the paint. I thought they would probably send a text confessing what had happened and apologizing for it but they never did acknowledge what had happened. The damage was minor and we would never have asked them to pay anything so I decided the relationship was more important and I never confronted them about it. I am not holding a grudge against them but I think about it once-in-awhile and it IS a good lesson for my children to learn. Not only a lesson about “turning the other cheek” and about forgiveness but we have always taught them that character is who you are and what you do when no one is looking. And this was a perfect example to them - one they will remember.

I am absolutely against suing anyone - especially other believers. We should be able to work out our differences without involving the courts system. I would rather accept the wrong than destroy a relationship by taking someone before a judge. And in the above example, I was wronged and that’s okay.

I am actually glad this happened (and our car is 13 years old so we didn’t feel it was worth taking in to be fixed since the damage was minor) because it has been a great real-life lesson for my children. For them to recognize that there is always the potential that someone IS watching even when you don’t think anyone sees you. And even if you are right about being unseen by human eyes, God is ALWAYS watching. It is good for all of us to be conscious of our behavior when no one is looking in the same way we are when people are around us.

Tuesday, February 18, 2025

Last Words

Our church is doing a deep dive into the Gospel of John on Sunday mornings. This past Sunday we went through the first part of John chapter 2. It was a wonderful message and I thoroughly enjoyed the points brought out by our speaker. But one thought that wasn't brought out was about the words Jesus' mother, Mary, spoke to the servants after she told Jesus they had run out of wine at the wedding celebration they were attending. 


Once, years ago, someone pointed out in a message that the words Mary spoke "Whatever He says to you, do it.” (or in another translation “Do whatever He tells you to.”) are the last recorded words she spoke. Mary, the mother of Jesus, points to Jesus, tells everyone to do whatever He says, and then fades into the background.

The first take-away for me is that I want to heed Mary’s words and do whatever Jesus, through the leading of the Holy Spirit within me, tells me to do. I want to lead a life of obedient service to God.

Mary’s last words were simple, direct and probably said with excitement and adoration. I can almost see her smiling, pointing to Jesus and saying “Whatever He says to you, do it.” and then thinking “After you do what He tells you to, stand back and watch what He can do! This is going to wow your senses!”

Jesus wows my senses! I am a mother and I am so proud of my children. I like to direct people’s attention to their abilities and accomplishments. I would never try to outshine my children or receive any credit for the amazing gifts God has given them. I can identify with Mary who knew Jesus and who He REALLY was. She wanted everyone to know how amazing He was (and still is).

The second take-away is that this is how I want my life to be characterized. I want my life to point to Jesus and then I want to fade into obscurity. I pray that my last words will be ones that lovingly point to Jesus as Savior, miracle-worker, shepherd, the answer to all our problems and questions, the only way to heaven, the only truth and the only door to eternal life.

That means I have to be really careful about every word that comes out of my mouth each day because I don’t know which moment will be my last!

What will your last words be?

Monday, February 17, 2025

Singing!


I had a thought the other day.  I was thinking about how much music and singing the Bible talks about.  God enjoys music!  The Psalms were meant to be sung, King David sang, played instruments and danced, there was an entire group of people  (the sons of Asaph) set apart as "singers."  The Bible instructs us to sing - to lift up our voices in joyful song.  So I decided to find out if there was a Biblical record of Jesus singing and indeed there is!  In Mark and in Matthew are recorded the details of the Lord's Supper on the night Jesus was betrayed.   At the very end, they all sang a hymn and then went to the Mount of Olives.  Given the fact that the Lord enjoys music so much I have to believe that His singing a hymn wasn't something unique to that one moment in time.  I like to think about Jesus singing hymns with His disciples or after preaching to a crowd, ending with a hymn or song of praise to God the Father.   Or singing softly to His Father in those rare times of solitude.  

We are created in His image and we enjoy music which, along with the Biblical record, leads me to believe that Jesus sang- at least from time to time.

And speaking of singing...

Our daughter just got back from a choral festival in California.   Her choir performed well and won a "superior" rating in a competition with other choirs.  She had a great time but I will tell you that it was an eye-opening experience for us.  This was our daughter's first time traveling out-of-state without us.  And she was really busy singing, rehearsing, etc.  She also had a cold and wasn't feeling her best.  So, being an involved Mom, I texted her every day to see how she was feeling,  etc.  I got very short responses that lacked details and very few pictures.   I started to wonder if this was what it was going to be like after she graduates from high school and goes off to college.   I envisioned an empty nest with kids who barely communicated and never without my prompting!  But after we got home she couldn't wait to show me pictures and videos and told me all about her trip and then she told me the most amazing reason she hadn't sent me much in the way of pictures and trip details (aside from the fact she was busy, at a school event and didn't have her phone with her a lot of the time).  She wanted to tell me her stories and show me pictures and videos in person so she could see and hear my reactions.   Without that, she said, it was no fun.   I love my daughter!  

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