What you may not see on the news today

IMG_3616Our daughter and her husband live in St Louis.

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So do many of the children, grandchildren, friends and loved ones of people in our community.

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and they want you to know

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They love their city.

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She is concerned that the only information people outside the city are getting is from whichever news channel you are watching. Depending on the channel, the news seems to slant in different directions.

Sarah asked me to share some sites that express other voices than what is covered each night on the news.




Pray for them as they are overwhelmed.

Pray for them as the heartache of their city is laid bare and discussed on every channel.

God bless you as you set aside time today to pray for the people of the city who are trying to make a positive difference, who are trying to work and go to school and serve in the midst of turmoil.


What can we do?

If you are like me,  you sat in horror as the tragic scenes played on the screen last night from the city of Ferguson.

Raw images.

Some things we can clearly see were wrong.

Some things are deeply hidden.

And the world is starting to weigh in with opinions and interviews.

What can we do?

In all the banners that went across the screen last night, this one jumped out at me. I believe it was from the family of Michael Brown. “Don’t make noise, make a difference.”

I think that is good advice for us as we head out into the inevitable barrage of statements, debates and editorials.

The only way we will make a difference, as Christians, is to seek the wisdom and counsel of God.

May our voices be raised in prayer for healing and restoration in the city of Ferguson and for truth, justice, and revival in this nation.




That Sunday Night Elijah thing…


By the time you read this, it will be Monday.

I don’t mind Mondays really. They offer a fresh start. The week lies ahead full of possibilities.


Monday is clean the house, get the calendar scheduled into an action list and get my ducks in a row.

But tonight. When I’m writing this….not so much.


Oh, I love Sunday. I love church and I love teaching and I love worshipping with the Body of Christ in song and offering and study under our pastors teaching.

But it seems after all that intense time, I can feel a bit like Elijah as the sun begins to set. A weary feeling can begin to overtake me and I can relate to the prophet when we find him camped out under a broom tree in 1 Kings 19.

God sends an angel to wake him and feed him, twice. And the angel comments that the journey has been too much for him.

Now I am not a prophet. But all of us get worn down when we are zealous in service to the Lord.

That service might be prayer, tending a family, working a demanding job that exceeds the 9-5 time frame. It might be care of elderly parents or tiny tots. It might be teaching, attending meetings, making music, cooking meals, leading a small group.

But we get tired.


And when we get tired, we need to remember about that 7th day thing. Granted, He rested because His work was completed….

Oh wait…His Work is completed…in fact…It is Finished…

And so, we can R-E-S-T when we are weary. We can trust Him and take Him at His Word.

I know.  You have a million things to do this week and so little time to do it.

But no one needs you worn out. They need you rested.

If you didn’t take the time on Sunday, take some time today.

Put aside the list and pull out the Book.

Feed on His Word. Lean into His goodness.

Rest in His completed work.


God bless you, each and every one <3

When you hope it was “just one of those weeks”….

Thankfully it is Friday…and hopefully the string of events that have threaded  through our home since last Friday are coming to a close….

For instance, yesterday’s post on the First Thanksgiving fiasco….that was prompted by another poultry fail that happened Wednesday night/Thursday morning.

I had a couple of meals to prepare and decided to kill two stones with one bird. I bought a whole chicken, made my own poultry rub and snuggled it in the crock pot at 10:00 pm when we headed to bed.

The idea being, I would have a nice roasted chicken to de-bone at 7 am and voila.

I thought it was odd that I didn’t wake to the delicious aroma of roasted bird, but doing a mental inventory, I vividly remembered turning the crock pot specifically to low before I headed upstairs.

Must just not have permeated the upstairs I thought, hopefully. As I descended the stairs, I started to get nervous….should be smelling something savory by now…

And then…I saw it…raw bird in a crock pot set on low… and the cord resting on the recipe box inches from the outlet.

I felt almost barbaric dumping an entire raw chicken carcass in the garbage and whisking it out to the curb. Another thankful…it was pickup day!

I quite possibly muttered something about what kind of loser forgets to plug the crock pot in.

There were other things this week. I could list them and believe me, they all had potential to side line us – but in each and every one, God seemed to bail us out, or minimize the damage, or turn it around for a greater good.

It wasn’t fun. And it wasn’t easy. But even in the midst of “one of those weeks”, we have seen His Faithfulness.

And in the words of kind and loving husband: One thrown away chicken does not a loser make.

I wonder what kind of week you have had. I wonder if events have come at you causing you to become discouraged.

I hope you have had people in your life to speak words of encouragement. I pray I am one of them.

Lift up your head this morning and look to the heavens. Your God is FAITHFUL. He has not abandoned you and whatever He has allowed…it is not meaningless waste.

He will use all things for your good and for His glory. He loves YOU and He is FOR you!

God bless you as you enter the weekend!

Hello, Butterball?

This morning I am taking some time to reflect on the first Thanksgiving. Not the one with the Pilgrim’s.

No, I was reminiscing about Thanksgiving 1981. Newly married and Russ newly employed, we were saving travel to see family for Christmas and New Year. I was excited to have our first holiday in our apartment.

This was pre-google, Pinterest, Food Network days. Truly the dark ages. The only resources I had were the Better Homes and Garden cookbook from our wedding and the advice picked up from more experienced turkey cooks. Word on the street was to employ the use of the new-fangled cooking bags. You couldn’t mess up a turkey with one of those babies. Having never touched a raw turkey, it sounded good to me.

So I gathered all the necessary parts of what I thought Thanksgiving meal should offer and set to work while Russ settled in for a marathon of football games.

Following the directions: I floured the bag and washed the bird and marveled at how low the oven should be set to cook it, reasoning that the plastic must be the issue. I remember mentioning to Russ how our oven setting didn’t even have a number that low. In between plays on the screen, he blinked and kind of nodded in agreement.

Being a Home Ec major (seriously…. I was), I timed the start of everything else and alternated between watching my new husband watch football and preparing the remaining side dishes. From time to time, I would check on the turkey which seemed to be looking pretty much the same as when I put it in the oven.

With only a half hour to go til dinner, I wondered what miracle of science it would take to transform this late bloomer into a roasted delight. This was getting interesting. Again I expressed this enigma to Russ. Again he blinked and nodded encouragingly.

Even though he didn’t seem phased, I was starting to doubt. I decided to look at the directions one more time. That was when I saw the fine print….bake TO INTERNAL temperature of 170 degrees….oh….that’s different….

Yes yes…in my rush and ignorance, I had only looked for a time and temperature without reading thoroughly. Hurrying, I took the first number I saw. Being in uncharted waters, I did not have enough knowledge to question the “facts”.

We can do that with our Bibles. Pick them up and look for an answer that suits the situation we are dealing with. But if we just pull out a “fact” without digging into the directions, we could end up with half baked results.

As for our first Thanksgiving, I set the dial to 350 and dinner was a little late. I also learned to be thankful that back to back football covers a multitude of sins.