Tell Your Story

If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story. ~Orson Welles

Share your testimony.

You know you’re supposed to. You really want to. You marvel at those who do.

But you just can’t.

You aren’t an imprisoned serial killer turned Christian. You haven’t given up a lucrative job to work for a non-profit. You haven’t had cancer or lost a loved one.

What do you have to share?

Paul is a great person to imitate. Don’t worry; you don’t have to be flogged, imprisoned, shipwrecked, or martyred.

Paul defended himself before the king, and he started right where all of us start- birth. He was born into a believing household. He studied God and his word.

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I Don’t Like This Road

Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought. ~Matsuo Basho

My mother gets terribly carsick. She has lived all of her life in curvy, mountainous West Virginia, and the sickness has never left her.

There are roads that she refuses to use because experience has taught her that she will have lunch twice, maybe three times. It seems unfair that she should never have relief.

It also seems unfair that she should have beautiful vistas at her every turn when others don’t have such sights. Their rear view mirror reflects dumpsters and street lights. They peer through windshields to see smoggy valleys and graffiti-filled alleys.

Everyone travels their own road.

Maybe that seems harsh to you.

You cry out to God, “WHY!?”

Why do I have to be deaf? Why is my child autistic?  Why does my husband look at other women? Why can’t I have a baby? Why don’t I get a good job? Why am I short, tall, black, brown, too thin, too fat . . .

But what if it is only the road that is making you sick? If you stop the car for a minute, do you see a beautiful vista on the horizon? Is there a sunset glowing over top of the smog?

Jesus asks us to walk down the Via Dolorosa with him, a road that leads to death. Will you go?

People will throw stones. There will be sweat, spit, and blood. Angry curses will be hurled your way. The rest of your life will be affected. Your friends may even turn their backs on you.

But you get to walk beside the Savior of the World. He knows your name and his eyes look into your soul.

It’s worth it, isn’t it?

What if the road you are on now is the one Jesus has asked you to travel? Your deafness makes you notice things that hearing people don’t. Your autistic son amazes you with his insight. You counsel other women, adopt a homeless child, learn to be content, even generous. Do you still want off? Will you still beg for another route?

Or will you idle the motor a bit and see what beauty surrounds you?

Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. Romans 12:12 NIV


A Peanut in Paradise

peanuts-982663_640I walked onto the porch last evening to take the garbage to the can. A loud fan was running in the distance and my first thought was, Peanut harvest. My very next thought was that this is now home.

I have lived here long enough to know that a loud fan blowing in the autumn means the farmers are drying the peanuts. In a couple of weeks the rains will come and will last for a month or more. The temperature will slowly drop, sweaters will be necessary, and the leaves, just now turning brilliant shades of red and gold, will be gone.

I recently started meeting with another author to encourage each other and to have a little accountability. She asked what I like to read and I had no trouble telling her that I enjoy non-fiction, mostly biographies and autobiographies. But, I told my husband later, I actually have six books going right now. Two are fiction, four non-fiction, and yes, one is an autobiography. “You’re finally my real wife,” he said with a smile.

Matt is always in the process of reading several books. Right now he has five going. He just finished one last night.

I have lived here eleven years. I have been married to Matt for nearly twenty-six years. Time breeds familiarity.

Time and exposure lead to understanding, expectations, even imitation.

It is no different for our Christian lives of faith. It takes time and exposure to develop faith, understanding. It takes years before expectations develop into trustworthy ideas. And imitation is most commonly found in the mature believer.

The one thing that doesn’t take time? Actually, there are two. God accepts you immediately into his home and right away he calls you his real child.

Welcome home, sweet child of God.

These (Abel, Enoch, Noah, Abraham, and Sarah) all died in faith, not having received the things promised, but having seen them and greeted them from afar, and having acknowledged that they were strangers and exiles on the earth. For people who speak thus make it clear that they are seeking a homeland. If they had been thinking of that land from which they had gone out, they would have had opportunity to return. But as it is, they desire a better country, that is, a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared for them a city. Hebrews 11:13-16