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Chosen Heritage

He chose our heritage for us.
Psalm 47:4

You chose my heritage, Father. That thing that I am struggling with, wrestling with, you chose that.

You chose my parents, siblings, children.

Thank you for the gift of leading Steve and me to choose each other.

You placed me in this generation with these issues for this purpose.

Help me to continue to draw near to a place of acceptance and trust in you that I can release what I am carrying in my chest and lay it down at your feet.


Praying Isaiah 49

Redeemer, Holy One of Israel, you are the Lord of Heaven’s Armies, and I ask you this day to fight for me. Fight the battles of my mind which creep up constantly. Keep my focus on you and your faithfulness. Make me reflective of my actions and the consequences of my words.

Keep me kind.

Fight the battles of my heart when other things vie for precedence over you. Anxiety runs deep. Impatience wraps its tendrils around my spirit, and I lose any grace to show others. You have showered grace upon grace over me.

Make me generous.

Fight for my children, because they are your children. They have been set apart and marked for you, and only you can change hearts. Offer great parenting wisdom!

Grow me wise.

Looking ahead, will you offer direction into my second half of life? Will you continue to reveal your purposes to me and keep me faithful in what you are already doing?

Look Down

Open your eyes.
Attend your ears.
O, God, look down, I pray.

You are good.
With steadfast love,
Please guide me through this day.

Help me to live.
To walk in truth.
Grant hopeful grace, and peace.

Fill my heart.
Make me aware.
Your mercies never cease.

Unfailing love.
Faithfulness true.
God, you looked down on me.

I cried to you
In my distress.
And you have set me free.


I’m asking.
I’m begging.
I plead with you now.
To help me get through this,
because I don’t know how.

In the deep darkness
Soul-crushing darkness
Please come and walk
alongside of me.

And help me to hear you
Instead of fear you.
Please lift me up by
My upturned arms.

Because I am sinking
Into the quagmire
of expectations
and broken dreams.


Remain in me, and I will remain in you. For a branch cannot produce fruit if it is severed from the vine, and you cannot be fruitful unless you remain in me.
John 15:4

Thank you for speaking, Lord.
Thank you for loving me.
Thank you for all you are doing each day.

Continue to work in my heart.
Bring love and compassion back.
I long for your healing and grace.

I long to remain and be fruitful.

Friendship Friday ~ God DOES That

We met eight years ago through our husbands.

Eight years ago our lives looked much different. I’m guessing hers more than mine, simply because I have ALWAYS had lots of children. Back then, she didn’t have any, yet.

Too many. None.

Pretty much that’s where our connection first began. Something about how God can use different means to do the exact same thing in people’s lives. He was sure working in both of ours when He decided to merge our paths.

This picture was taken two years after we met and about six months before her baby boy came along. Ann Marie is holding my youngest child, Little Mae, at a church retreat.

She was getting Ann Marie’s mama arms ready!

We joked after the fact. But not just mama arms. Mama patience with the unexpected, as one Sunday between services, Little Mae did a mustardy diaper explosion all over Ann Marie’s white capris.

Oh yeah, it was a Sunday when she was playing piano on worship team. Thankfully, she lived close enough to go home and change.


Fast-forward through seasons of kids over for drum lessons with her husband, dinner together for Steve’s birthday one year (thanks for cooking!), the arrival of her baby boy, my older kids growing into adults, random meals prepared and dropped off at random times, and countless other supports and kindnesses.

This past week has been an especially meaningful one in the life of our friendship.

Last Saturday, her entire family came to dinner. This was a big deal for me, because it ended a dry spell in the hospitality department. We invited them to be there at 5, and by 6 we were sitting down to eat.

I am so thankful for grace!

The kids played together and roughhoused, and we laughed at how our kids grow us. Some people need eight kids to grow. Others can do it with one.

It’s not about the numbers. It’s about the growth.

That was fun.

But there’s more.

Wednesday was Community Worship for worship team. In theory, all team members join together for the first hour to sing and pray together.

In theory.

I haven’t been to a Community night for months, and I have never been on team with Ann Marie.

We arrived at the same time.

Wow! This is great! You are here for Community Worship? 

*insert yada-yada-yada community worship banter here*

So there we were, practicing a song together, me thinking I am the only one not on team that night (there was one other).

To end the evening of community, we spent time as a group in prayer, offering up our requests directly, and then having someone join in agreement to pray for them.

She prayed for me.

I love my friend.

Who orchestrates stuff like that? It couldn’t have been planned by us if we tried. You don’t even want to know the craziness that is both of our lives right now!

God DOES that!

Kindness ~ Devotion ~ Grace

I set an intention of kindness.

I’m not where I was  but where I am, and it’s okay, though the voices inside cry foul and hurl accusation.

I know better.

One day at a time. Day by day.

I set an intention of devotion.

Devoting myself to prayer and Bible reading, and God meets me here.

The accuser is rejected.

It’s only by the Spirit that change will come. It can’t be forced or strong~armed.

It’s okay to start small. Small beginnings lead to great change. The Lord rejoices to see the work begin.

What is my plumb line today?
What work am I beginning?
How does God rejoice when he looks to see it?

I set an intention of grace.

kindness ~ devotion ~ grace

God, encourage and strengthen my heart, so that I may carry on with the tasks you have given me to do.

Bring Back

I ask you, for you are Creator
You restore because of compassion
Though scattered, you cause to remember
Their children survive and return

You bring back the lost and afflicted
They safely pass through the sea of distress

For you hold back the waves
And you dry up the waters

By your power, you’re making us strong.

The Secrets We Carry, the Shame that We Bear

Maybe I’m the only one, but I don’t think that I am.

Random triggers fire, hijacking me to places I though were left behind in the dust. I thought I had faced them, conquered, and won.

Who dares accuse us?
Who then will condemn us?
What will separate us from Christ’s love?

I read and journal and ask.

Pursue joy.
Wrestle for your blessing.
Open your heart to wonder and beauty.
You are forgiven and you are free.

My heart is filled with bitter sorrow and unending grief for my people.

Should the thing who was created say to the one who created, Why have you made me thus?


All I can do is sit here
And all I can do is wait
And all I can think about is the undone
And how I will try to relate.

And my focus is not in the present
It is racing around in the past
While the future stretches ahead of me long
Yet comes barreling down on me fast.

It’s a tough time. I don’t think that I’m alone. But if I am, that’s ok, too. Because I’m not really alone.

It’s amazing what we carry. What lies buried dormant, just waiting to emerge. To pounce when it’s least expected. To unleash on those who care for us the most.

Secrets and shame.

I have spent time with trusted friends, ones who love me, sharing my secrets. Naming my shame.

I have sat with others, those I love, listening to their secrets. Helping them name their shame.

One would think we could arrive at the place where we’ve got that thing taken care of, and it’s not going to surface again.

That’s not how it works, though.

We are all profoundly wounded souls.

None of us has escaped, will escape, the effects of the fall. It’s all painfully surrounding us. Every day. And it’s easy to see how we are wounded. How we have been wounded by others. It’s easy to carry that and allow it to name us. To keep us small.

We are all profoundly wounding souls.

Harder to see is how we wound others. That, too, painfully surrounds us. Every day. Sometimes intentionally, often not, it’s easy to lash out and name others. To keep them small.

It’s a struggle, I tell ya!

Keep struggling.

You struggling to stay married.
You struggling to stay sane.
You struggling with loss.
You struggling with shame.

You are not alone.

Prayers go up for all who are hurting.
Prayers go up for me, today.

Friendship Friday ~ Showing Up

She showed up Tuesday evening.

Monday morning was eventful. Was it really five days ago? It feels like five months.

I dropped two girls at their loom knitting class, and drove with two remaining children to my parents’ house. Dad and I were going to enjoy tea and cake on the back patio, a day after Father’s Day date.

in the shadow

En route, my phone rang.

Can you meet us at the ER? the shaky voice on the other end asked. It was my mom.

I took a right instead of going straight and headed to the hospital.

It was the worst headache I have ever had in my LIFE!

Those are the words to listen for. Those and things like pain radiating down the neck, nausea, sensitivity to light. He hadn’t made it to fainting or seizure, yet.

Upon arrival at the hospital, I called my husband to pick up the children, so that I could go back to the treatment room. It was such comfort when my friend, Mike, walked in to begin to question and care for Dad.

I don’t want to bother anyone or waste anyone’s time.

It’s never a waste of time to check out unusual symptoms. Especially when one who knows you well says, Something is not right.

I’m glad Mom trusted her instincts.

A few headache screening questions, an explanation of procedures, and Dad was wheeled out of the room for a CT scan.

Can we pray? Asked Mom.


I remember praying for something to show on the scan if there was blood on the brain. I prayed that the doctors would know and that there wouldn’t have to be a further spinal tap to explore the source of or reason for the intense headache.

Dad was returned to us, and we laughed over things and waited.

The doctor’s urgency changed the atmosphere in the room.

Mr. K, there is blood on your brain. Something burst, and we need to air lift you to UVA Medical Center where they are equipped to care for such emergencies. This could get bad really fast.

A whirlwind of activity began as IV lines were started, further questions asked, preparation for air transfer made.

Oh my. There really WAS something to that headache.

A balloon feeling like it burst in your head is something.

By noon, Dad was being flown an hour away over the mountain.

Mom and I returned to her house to gather last-minute items and tie up loose ends. My brother and sister-in-law headed over to the medical center immediately.


Thus began a long week of questions, procedures, recovery.

My dad had a best-case-scenario brain bleed.

This means, it was a vein, not artery, that burst, and he still has his faculties about him. No further indicators of danger were discovered, but he was hospitalized for observation until his follow-up procedure today.

Hopefully he will be discharged tomorrow, if all is clear.

Late Monday night, as we returned home, I knew I didn’t want Mom left home alone. My teenage son agreed to sleep over in the guest room.

Tuesday morning after dropping the girls at loom knitting class, I stopped in at Mom’s for coffee.

I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck!

I knew I didn’t want Mom driving over the mountain to the hospital alone, so I made arrangements for the kids, and we spent the afternoon with Dad in his new room. I was mentally processing the week and what it looked like to care for both my mom and family throughout this ordeal.

I just got a text from Linda. She is coming to stay with me and is three hours away!

Not, She will try to come, if she can. 

or If I want her to, she will come.

But She is on her way. 

When someone lives nine hours away, three hours is practically there!

She is almost here.

I might have cried tears of relief and comfort.

When I returned Mom to her home Tuesday evening, Linda was waiting for her there. I left Mom in capable hands and comforting heart, and returned home to my family.


Thank you, Mrs. VG for showing up. Thank you for your kindness to my mom and dad and for your enduring friendship over the years. Just thank you. You are loved and appreciated.