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The Plunge

 Every now and then I read a blog called Digging For Treasure in the Diaper Pail.  I really like this post and thought you might also. You can find this blog at www.aliciabruxvoort.net.

   We celebrated Lizzy’s PLUNGE into double-digits with a wet and wild birthday party yesterday. Ten party-goers blessed my girl soon-to-turn-ten by spending a day with her at a waterpark.The highlight of the trip was everyone’s conquering of the biggest slide: THE PLUNGE!
     Even Hannah conquered her fear and tried the fast and furious drop. When Lizzy and her friends came to the sundeck where I was enjoying a rare moment of relaxation and dared me to take THE PLUNGE, I slipped out of my flip flops and headed for the tall tower. After climbing four stories in the air, I stood at the top of the sky-high platform and looked DOWN. My stomach flip-flopped. Lizzy and all of her friends took their turns on the big slide and then I was the only one left.
     “Just lie on your back and give yourself a push,” the lifeguard instructed. Lizzy’s party crew looked like ants at the bottom of the slide, but I could see them jumping and clapping and cheering me on.

I stepped into the swirling water. I was enjoying the party from my lawnchair I thought as I tentatively sat down at the top of the slide. The water is freezing! The drop looked daunting from my perspective. One push and I would be plunging straight down into a tiny puddle of waiting water. Oh,the things we do for our kids! I took a deep breath (and held it ALL the way to the bottom), reclined in the cold water, then grabbed the side of the slide and gave my body a push over the edge.

Water flew. My heart jumped to my throat. My body lifted off the slide, then banged back down against the wall. Adrenaline rushed. Lizzy screamed with delight, and my bulleting body came to a splashing halt.

“You did it, Mom!” Lizzy applauded. “Wasn’t that AWESOME?”

As I headed up the steps to do it all over again, I decided that the waterslide was an apt picture of my life with Jesus. Following Him is an amazing RIDE, but sometimes the hardest part is simply taking THE PLUNGE of obedience. 

“I want you and your family to move.”

“Are you kidding, Lord? I’m happy right here in my lawnchair. See? I have friends, a great church, a thriving ministry….”

“I want you to surrender family planning to Me.”

“But, Lord, I already have a picture in mind. I think I can handle three kids, God. You know, Rob works long hours and I have some dreams I want to pursue…”

“It’s time to give your husband the reigns. I created him to be the head of your family. Get out of the way and let him become the man I’ve dreamed him to be.”

“But, Lord, he’s too busy to lead well. And he doesn’t have the vision I do, and….”

And for every argument I have, the Author of this adventure called life urges, “JUST TAKE THE PLUNGE!”

And tentatively, I push my wary heart over the edge of my comfort zone and I hear my Savior cheer and holler, “Wasn’t that an  AWESOME ride? How did you like those splashes of joy? Didn’t you love that adrenaline pumping rush of dependancy on ME? Did you feel your heart lift off the ground and soar?”

And as soon as I reach the end of my challenge, Jesus grabs my hand and says, “Come on! Let’s Do it Again!”

Today’s Overflow:  “Come!” Jesus said. So Peter went over the side of the boat and walked on water toward Jesus.”Matthew 14:29-30  

God’ Knows Best

This is a post written by our Women in Touch Speaker, Alicia. She writes so well and I thought you would enjoy the read.  I like this post because it reminds me that God is in charge and He cares about the details of our life.  I pray you realize that God wants what’s best for each of us.  Sometimes I know we feel like we know what’s best but it’s not true HE is the all knowing one and we must trust the outcome.

Home is Where God Leads

I drove four hours west today to a place I once called home. I’d been invited to speak at the church that first launched my ministry, and I welcomed a chance to return to one of my favorite communities. As I cruised along the road leading to my destination, I re-lived a memory that I’d nearly forgotten. Six years ago, I had nearly veered right off that same road as I trailed a big yellow moving truck out of town. The tears obscuring my view had blurred the yellow lines that split the highway and the wrestling match in my soul had distracted my focus. The sound of an angry horn had reminded me that my job was to stay on the road whether or not I wanted to go where the highway led.

On that particular day, I felt like the road leading out of town was the path to second best. My husband had finally completed his medical training and his first practice waited in a small rural town across the state lines. We had prayed, pleaded, and cooperated with God. Without a doubt, we were following the Lord’s lead; still, my heart argued with each mile.

I wanted to stay where I was comfortable. I loved my church, my girlfriends, and my neighborhood. I loved the parks where the children and I played, the paths where we hiked and the ice cream stores where we splurged. I loved the small town feel with all the conveniences of a big city. Quite frankly, I couldn’t imagine enjoying another place more. But as the miles stretched between my packed mini-van and my empty house on 84th street, I heard God whisper the same thing He’d said all along: Trust Me. As I drove, I chanted Jeremiah 29:11 and tried to convince my doubting heart that God’s plans for me were good.

That was six short years ago. Today, as I drove by all the places that had once held my heart; I thanked God for the three years I’d spent here.  I savored the opportunity to re-connect with treasured friends, to visit the church who first believed in my gifts as a speaker, and to take a stroll down memory lane. But as much as I tried, I couldn’t picture myself here today.

Today, when I think of home, I envision tulip-lined streets and quaint brick buildings.  I imagine the scent of fresh pastries wafting through Central Park as my children ride their scooters along uncluttered sidewalks. I picture a vast green yard with grass flattened by the footprints of five boisterous children and a farmer’s field just beyond the tree line that changes colors with the seasons. I picture a place without the conveniences I once held so dear- the shopping malls and children’s museums, the zoos and play lands. And I thank God for leading me down a road I would not have chosen myself.

The shifting of my heart has taught me a valuable lesson. Sometimes God asks us to let go of something good because He wants our hands free to receive something better.

Today’s Treasure: For I know the plans I have for you… to give you a future and a hope. –Jeremiah 29:11

My Bible

Well, it’s not really MY Bible, actually I guess it is I paid for it, but it has the name Jason D. Lucero, May 1, 1988 ingraved on the cover.  I paid .99 for it at the second hand store, you already know I like bargains.  I have to say most every time I pick it up I wonder about Jason Lucero, did he just not want a Bible any longer, did he pass away, did he misplace it and forgot to take it with him.

Never the less I really like mine and Jason’s Bible, it’s a study Bible.  A study Bible has the Bible verses about half way down the page and the rest tells me what I just read.  It helps me make sense out of my reading.

Lately I have been reading in Romans, that’s way you have not heard much about my reading.  I don’t understand it enough to write about it. Listen to this:  Romans 5:1 ” Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand.”  I get this, Jesus saves, what I don’t get is why don’t we act like it.  Why don’t we have the joy on our faces that other Christians have?  If you have an answer for me I would love to have you comment.  It perplexes me and I don’t like it, I want every one of us to feel the joy that comes from knowing Jesus and knowing we have peace through Him.

I wonder if Jason Lucero knew the peace that comes from Jesus or did he just give up.

As I Sit Here. . .

As I sit here this Friday evening, I am in a pondering mood.  My across the ocean children and grandchildren have arrived,  I am thankful, and yet I am alone.  On this night I don’t mind being alone because I am thinking, pondering, questioning.  Have you noticed I have been doing a lot of questioning lately?

I just got word that one of my good friends is in the hospital, he is a special friend to my family. He is getting up in years and I feel nervous for him, where is my faith that I so often talk about?

Today I felt the power of evil before my eyes, it has caused me to want to dig deeper into what I believe and why.  I feel an urgency to study and know why I believe in the religion my mother believed in.  I have to know it for my self I can’t depend on any one else to learn it for me.

On a lighter note, my daughter called to inform me that the children prayed for me this evening.  One of the grands brought my name up to be prayed for and the other spelled it out that they need to pray for my f a t.  I am glad they think to pray for me.  This brings up the weigh in today, only a lousy 1/2 pound, so that makes 9 pounds, I was hoping this would just fall off and I would be thin by 4th of July, no such happening. 

So, my friends, I say Shabbat Shalom!

Is it Okay if I Just Ask Why?

Today was a day of stories.   I read a quote about the fact that the reason God keeps creating babies is because He loves stories.  Isn’t that statement so true?  We all have a story but they aren’t all as fun to tell as the stories I make up for my grandchildren.

Today I heard stories of tragedy, parents who are still grieving the loss of their son, trying to look on the positive side and yet the sadness in their eyes tell the story.  A father sad over the illness of his child and wondering why.  The story from my friend grieving because her friend died from a freak accident.  I saw someone in a wheelchair, what a story he has!  I saw the pain in his parents eyes as they watched him. I saw the tears when a mother told me she rarely sees her children and grandchildren, I felt her pain as the tears trickled down her cheek.  Stories, stories every where!

What I want to know is why does  God see fit to heal, or do something for  some?  Why is heaven so silent at other times?  How does God decide when to intervene? Are these fair questions?  I don’t care if they are fair or not I have a right to ask and so do you.

I am sorry to tell you I don’t have the answer, I sure wish I did.  What I do know is this, it is important to know what I believe and it’s important for you to know what you believe.  Write it down and read it over and over.

Here’s the catch sometimes what we think we believe, what we say we believe and how we live to show these believes  don’t add up, if you know what I mean.

Here is my belief, I believe that Jesus is the Lord of  Everything!  I believe He knows what He is doing!  I pray my faith in Him will show that I have hope and confidence enough to trust Him through it all.

As I listened to the stories today, I have to tell you I heard hope from every person.  The story maybe sad or right down awful but there was hope in every story. I praise Him again and again for His faithfulness unto all generations.

A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND. . .

 

Am I at My Wits-End?

Am I at My Wits-End?

A picture is worth a thousand words.  Can you tell I am floundering, I am going under, I am out of control, can you tell I am at my wits end.  Well, I’m not!  I may be out of control or at least behind in cleaning my office but I am not at my wits end.  Do you know why?  I can never be at my wits end when I have Jesus.

Do I ever doubt?  Yes!  I have doubts, sometimes I wonder will it all turn out just like I believe it will.  Will Jesus come back, ever?  Will he do what he says? Is the Bible totally accurate?  Is my church on target with what it teaches?  Do I have questions!

 It’s okay to doubt and to wonder.  But, I hope you have faith and I hope your faith is growing. I hope you will take a look at your story and find hope because with hope comes faith.

Sooooooooooooooooooo when you get to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on, because, faith makes things possible, not easy.

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