The Meandering Mind of a Christian Woman

Have you ever overcome a hurdle to think, “Whew, now I can move on” only to be confronted by another hurdle? I’m guessing you have. It makes me think of all the people that Jesus healed in the New Testament. Imagine the sense of elation the blind man felt when he could see or the crippled man when he picked up his mat and walked. Yet, almost instantly the elation evaporates as the bible tells us that church authorities begin making accusations toward the blind man and his parents distance themselves from him. The cripple had been a beggar all his life, now he is an able bodied man with no discernable skills. We don’t know how old he is when this miracle occurs but he now finds himself in a position of having to make a living to support himself.   His blessing brings new challenges, as most blessings do. But if blessings bring challenges then the reciprocal is true that challenges bring blessings. Our current economy is most certainly a challenge, men and women looking for work whe...

Doesn’t it just amaze you that people can look at the changing of the seasons and not see God? If an artist painted a picture depicting a beautiful autumn day no one would even consider thinking that the painting occurred by accident. Yet, people are willing to believe that the original creation of the autumn day with all its extraordinary colors and cool breezes happened because of some cosmic explosion. For the life of me I cannot understand this train of thought. Neither do I understand why someone feels that it is better to have originated from some primordial mud puddle rather than being loved, planned and structured by a loving creator. It goes well beyond the deepest recesses of my mind. Psalm 139 is my favorite chapter in the bible. It tells me that God knew me before I was formed and that all the days ordained for me were written in his book before one of them came to be. It doesn’t make me a puppet on a string, I have the free will to do as I choose. We live on a linear...

I have been a widow for two and a half years now, I really dislike that title but at the same time it lets others know that I am a wounded person. So many people believe that I am so strong because I keep moving forward, honestly, what choice do I have? There are certain things that motivate me each day; what I believe God's will is for me, the voice of my beloved Don in my heart, and the opportunity to love others. Being a nurse in a Neuro-Trauma ICU gives me many opportunities to see all my blessings in disguise. I have healthy children and my health and i thank God for that daily.  Family, what a great invention of God's. Every family has someone who is a button pusher, a bragger, a joker, a peace keeper and the list goes on, it may be extended family and they may drive you so insane. You know though, that when the chips are down they will be there for you.  It is the wounds that create the strongest bonds in a family. It doesn't matter if your parents were awesome or...