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M. Catherine Thomas is a published writer, speaker and teacher. Mother of two and grandmother..

Maybe… just Maybe

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““Behold, the days are coming,” says the Lord, “That I will raise to David a Branch of righteousness; A King shall reign and prosper, And execute judgment and righteousness in the earth.” Jeremiah 23:5 (NKJV)

Last evening our ladies in the church gathered for a Cookie and Conversation event. It was a relaxing time together and I hope everyone enjoyed it as much as I did.

I gave the devotion using the empty boxes that I wrap and put around our ‘fancy’ Christmas tree in the living room of our home. After the devotion a couple of women commented (not seriously), “I thought we were going to get presents.” We all laughed. I told them they were welcome to the empty boxes.

As I sat this morning thinking of last night it occurred to me that we all become children in this season to an extent. Yes, there is the stress and hassle of getting things done and accomplished, scratching things off a list, adding more things to the list, visiting people and so on and so forth.

But secretly, deep down, when we see a person we know holding a gift and walking towards us, don’t we get a certain twinge of excitement? Is it for me? I wonder what’s in there? Those thoughts before the dreaded thought of “oh no! I don’t have anything for them” appear.

This is a season of hope and excitement even if there is no tree, no gifts, no lights, no cookies. Residing deep within this season is a gift of hope and expectation. A season where we anticipate.

Personally, I think that gift of hope is a annual gift from our Lord. The year is ending, a new one approaching. This year, to be honest may have sucked. Big. Time. But there is hope. A new, fresh year is coming in a couple of weeks. Anticipation. Hope. Excitement.

A New Year with possibilities. Things may be different. Things may be the same, but, you have survived this year. “Why am I discouraged? Why is my heart so sad? I will put my hope in God!
    I will praise him again—my Savior and 6 my God! Now I am deeply discouraged, but I will remember you—” Psalm 42:5-6a (NLT)

Rookie Mistake

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“A man’s heart plans his way, But the Lord directs his steps.” Proverbs 16:9 (NKJV)

If you notice, the scripture from this post is the same as my last post. I am learning this scripture. Not trying to memorize it, although that would be easy enough, but learn it. God directing my steps.

Yesterday Dale left for a men’s retreat. I have told him that this was my time to play. You know the adage, ‘while the cat’s away, the mice will play.’ He would just look at me and smile. He knows me better. My idea of ‘playing’ is staying up past 9:30!

So, I dropped him off at the church and ran an errand that I had. In the past, I’d stop at the store and load up on snacks that I love to indulge in. Yesterday’s stop at the store was not the usual. Nothing looked good. I bought a couple of things and headed home.

This is where the scripture comes in. On the way home from the store, I ran through a list of things I was going to accomplish. It was going to be a great evening and I had it all planned.

I unload the car, which didn’t take long. I locked the car, of course. I came into the house and dropped my bags and proceeded to get the trash ready to take to the curb, or the head of the driveway as we have no curbs.

I was sailing along, cleaned out the fridge, loaded up the trash bag, grabbed my phone shoving it into my jeans’ pocket.

(Now at this point, I should describe the door we use all the time. It’s right by the driveway and it’s our go to door. The door knob will sometimes lock, but most of the time, it’s on vacation. We rely on our deadbolt which works great.)

I head out the door, throw the trash into the bin and pull it up the driveway. I check the mail, a piece of junk mail and a beautiful card from some friends in Colorado. I stroll back down the driveway, go up the steps and guess what was back from vacation? The door knob lock.

When I am at home alone, I usually carry my keys with me. It is something I have done since our Navy days. You have to be prepared. Guess who was not prepared yesterday? I looked at the door, I laughed. I actually could hear the Lord laughing. God directs my steps…. yep.

So, I look where we have hidden a key. No, not there. I walk around the house. I try using the junk mail envelope to do what you see people do in the movies. I realize it’s a bit chilly. Because, I just ran out of the house, with my long sleeve tee shirt and jeans on.

After praying, I decide I need to bite the bullet and call Dale. The thing I did not want to do. After all, he was in a van with his friends and I was going to be THAT wife. Graciously, he tells me where to look for the other key. I follow his directions, the key wasn’t put back the last time.

He calls locksmiths for me. He’s like that. Gracious. One calls back. It will be a couple of hours before someone can get there. I knew I made a rookie mistake. I knew the Lord was there with me, although laughing at my rookie mistake. He has gotten me through things like this before.

It’s around 4 p.m.. Our trees block the sun and at this point and my cheeks are getting rosy. I go next door. I ask to come in and it felt wonderful in there. I ask for a paper towel, because, well, it’s chilly and my nose is running.

I explain my situation. Their son and his girlfriend are sweet about not laughing in my face.

Fortunately their son was quick on his toes and handed me a spatula. This spatula. I love that spatula. I told them to never get rid of it.

So, armed with the spatula, I walk through the woods, and pray. It worked. It was the Lord. It was a miracle. But, a part of me smiled and said, “Welcome back Navy wife.”

I smiled to myself and thanked the Lord. Then it occurred to me to pray again. I had just opened my locked door with a spatula! A spatula! Thank You Lord for deadbolts and most of all, your protection.

December 7th

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“A man’s heart plans his way, But the Lord directs his steps.” Proverbs 16:9 (NKJV)

I finished my quiet time just a few minutes ago. As I opened my little devotional I saw the date, December 7th. Pearl Harbor Day. A day of remembrance.

My mind quickly went back to stories I partially listened to when my Dad and uncles would mention the war. Japan did not rate high in their conversations. As a child, a fear of that country filled my mind.

As I thought of the significance of this day, I found myself praying. I thanked the Lord for the sacrifice of so many young men on both sides.

My mind next went to Japan. A beloved country of mine. A place I called home for three years. A place that still calls out to me to return.

As a young girl my dream was to grow up, marry, and move to the south side of town. Or if adventurous, move to the Pittsburgh area, but no farther.

When it was time, as a young married couple, to pick our next duty station, Dale came home with three choices available to him. Rota, Spain, Reykjavik, Iceland, or Yokosuka, Japan. At that time, the south side of Oil City still looked like the most appealing to me.

I remember thinking the choices over. Spain was okay. Iceland just sounded cold, but it was then that I learned that Iceland was green and Greenland was cold. Japan brought a chill down my back. Dale went back to work with no decision made by me. He returned home to announce that the detailer came back with Yokosuka, Japan.

Man makes his plans, God directs his steps.

I ended my short prayer today like this, “Lord, thank You for sending me to Japan. A former enemy’s place. It was there that I truly met You for the first time. I knew of You before, but there, I met You truly face to face. ”

My mind, since the Amen, has been one of gratitude that I stepped into a foreign country feeling alone and afraid and three years later, I left with a piece of my heart staying there. The rest of my heart full of the goodness and salvation of my Lord.

Learning

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I try to be an upbeat person. I can get down at times, but through our Lord, those times have become more infrequent. I try to forgive easily and move on quickly.

During the storm there were a couple incidents that hit deeply for me. I have struggled with hurt and discouragement since then. To be honest, I am still struggling.

Writing has always been the area where I can release emotions and thoughts. For years I journaled, releasing things that at the time were major events. I had thought of writing in a journal now, but, as I thought of the recent events I know there are many here who are dealing with similar thoughts, feelings, emotions.

Our area has not been in the news, which is understandable with the massive destruction of our neighbors to the north. What people don’t realize is that in order for the storm to hit there, it had to go through our area. But, our city has rallied and is coming back to life. I talked to a stranger in the grocery store yesterday and she commented the same as I have just written.

I went back again to the squirrel on our gazebo. He was battling the storm alone. Our area has had tremendous linemen from all over the country and as far as Nova Scotia. These men have been warriors in the face of what we had. They have worked tirelessly. They have given our area power. And, as I looked at a group of trucks last night, I realized that these men will either move to North Carolina or head south to Florida. Quietly they came in to our area, no fanfare, just the desire to help us.

They will begin to leave and again, without fanfare the trucks will be gone.

With power restored, water restored, internet being restored, life will resume to what it was. Many places are like they were before. Signs may be missing, grocery shelves may be empty, but life is continuing.

For many of us the work still looms heavy. This is when many will look around and sigh deeply. For those with family around them, the work will be shared. The burden will be easier. My heart is heavy knowing that there are so many who will deal with the remains of the storm alone. My prayer is that someone will come along beside them. Although I have seen that people have their own agendas and will take opportunities to comment and insert their thoughts into any open ear there are still loving people out there that, without care for themselves they will step up.

“The Lord is near to those who have a broken heart, And saves such as have a contrite spirit. 19 Many are the afflictions of the righteous, But the Lord delivers him out of them all.” Psalm 34:18-19(NKJV)

That Time I Prayed for a Squirrel

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“Fear not, for I am with you; Be not dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you, Yes, I will help you, I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.” Isaiah 41:10 (NKJV)

Eleven days ago we experienced Hurricane Helene. Although our damage didn’t come close to what our neighbors in North Carolina endured, our area was still hit hard.

As I always do whenever there is a major event in my life, I ask the Lord what I was supposed to learn from this time. Each time I ask this, I am reminded of the time I prayed for a squirrel.

Early Friday morning, September 27th, we were awakened by the alarm that meant our internet had gone out. Seconds later we realized our power was out also.

We got up and opened our curtains to see a life size version of what you watch on the weather channel. The winds, the rain, the trees blowing in all directions. There were only two things missing that I thought of, first Jim Cantore from the weather channel and secondly I thought of the movie, Wizard of Oz. I did not see the old woman riding her bicycle in the wind with Toto in her basket.

Dale and I were fascinated by the magnificent display of power outside our windows, as we moved from window to window watching what we could in the little light of day.

At one point, I looked out our guest room window to see a squirrel climbing to the cupola on top of our gazebo. The poor little guy was holding on for dear life. His little head lifted and his bushy tail struggling to keep his balance. I could see where he was heading and I prayed for this little guy. Something else caught my attention for a second and when I looked again the squirrel’s head was down as was his tail. I knew he was exhausted. Again I prayed. Seconds later I looked again and he was gone. I don’t know if he blew to the next county or if he was safe. My heart broke at that point.

Now, I think the occasional squirrel is cute. Our yard is a playground for squirrels, and so my affection for them has diminished over the years. But this guy made a big impression on my heart.

As we have begun to get trees off of where they didn’t belong(our house), and pick up and rake the debris, I have pondered how I behaved and fared over the past weeks.

I am a middle child and I have a very strong tendency to please people. I confess, I am a people pleaser. I have continued to do this since the 27th of September. When I have stopped and thought about the events, the Lord always brings to mind that squirrel.

He was alone. He was determined to do what he needed to do. He fought until he couldn’t anymore. He was an isolated animal in the midst of a hurricane.

After the storm everyone was isolated. No power, no lights, no modern conveniences. I found myself trying to make everyone happy. Trying to people please. Saturday after 9 days of no power we had our electric restored. I was sitting on my couch taking a breather from raking. The bright ceiling lights in our living room came on with the fans running. Stunned, I stared at them for a few seconds before realizing we had power. I went to tell Dale that we had power. He smiled and the man who was operating the machinery that was working on removing trees against our house was almost as happy as I was. He had had his power restored the previous day so he understood.

Now, back to the squirrel. He got caught in the storm without his home, (unless of course his house was in one of the downed trees). He probably had his family squeaking at him to stay put. Maybe he was looking for safety for his family. Maybe this squirrel was a squirrel pleaser. But, he was fighting the storm alone.

Often times we each fight storms alone. We do it for a number of reasons. It needs to be done! I can do this myself! or even, I need to do this because no one else is supporting me. The feeling of isolation and being unsupported can happen quickly. When I feel like I am not doing enough or pleasing those closest to me I begin to feel alone and unloved.

I have often seen those memes that say, “Be kind to others for you don’t know what they are dealing with.” I try very hard to be aware of what others may be going through, sometimes though my focus is on them and not on me.

Helene brought out a lot of feelings, emotions, fears, worry, insecurities, lack of faith in all of us that have been touched by her not so gentle touch to our town. As it is going to take weeks and months to move beyond this time, lessons learned will begin to be made known to us.

I know I will remember that time I prayed for a squirrel and continue to ask God what that lesson was for me. Remember those who were affected and lost everything in your prayers.

Late Bloomers

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“Let us know, Let us pursue the knowledge of the Lord. His going forth is established as the morning; He will come to us like the rain, Like the latter and former rain to the earth.” Hosea 6:3 (NKJV)

Several years ago my oldest daughter and I had a conversation. It was one of those that stick out all these years later. She was in her early twenties and had decided that college wasn’t where she wanted to be. At first, as parents, we thought this was a bad decision. But as we talked about it, we realized she was right. She had taken the courses she wanted to and at that point, all that were available to her. The conversation we had is one that many people have either with themselves or with people important to them.

The conversation was really about what I want to do when I grow up. At almost 70, I can say I still wonder about this.

That Christmas I found a book to give her, it was about those famous people in the world who did their best work in the middle and senior years of their lives. A fascinating and encouragement to those of us who haven’t yet achieved what the Lord has purposed for our lives.

This morning, as I walked and talked with the Lord, the rain was starting to spit (you know, a drop here, a drop there, not really a sprinkle yet) and I remembered that we were officially in the season of fall.

I looked at the leaves that have already begun to fall. I smiled as I thought that in a few weeks our driveway will be hidden under the abundance of leaves that have fallen.

We have a bush that grows straight up each year. The stems are thin and the leaves are huge on this bush. At the top of these spindly stems are blossoms. It will be another two weeks before they bloom into bright pink flowers. They fascinate me. As I walked towards them, I thought of late bloomers.

In my reverie, I glanced down to a weed that has been in my driveway (we have a gravel driveway). I have stepped on this weed several times, never bothering to just pull it out. About to put my foot down on it, I stopped. At the top of the weed were little white flowers. Again, a late bloomer.

Sometimes late bloomers don’t make a brilliant splash in lives. They are tiny, and easily overlooked. They may be out of focus (like my pictures) and insignificant. But, the Lord of all creation purposes each living creation with a specific task in life.

Like the earth with the early and late rains in our seasons, we each are watered and have growth in our lives. Our growth is different. Our blooms are different. Yes, the tall bush with the brilliant flowers draw the eye to them and it’s fun to see a spring color in the midst of falling leaves. I think of it like the last hurrah! A plant rebelling against the oncoming cold and frost. This little weed is just as significant though. It has grown up through the gravel and moss. It’s strength is incredible. It’s endurance has known no end. It produced it’s flowers, it bloomed.

What an encouragement to all of us late bloomers. Hold on through the hard times and the encroaching cold. The Lord has planted deep within you a purpose that will bloom if we can receive the former rain and the latter rain from our Creator. Take heart.

Purpose

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I am in the middle of doing a Bible study. It’s just a three week study, nothing major, especially from me.

The first week focused on prayer. This weeks’ theme will be purpose. The reason things were/are done.

As I went to sleep last night this scripture came into my mind. It’s not one I often think of. “Precious in the sight of the Lord Is the death of His saints.” Psalm 116:15 (NKJ)

I pondered on it a few minutes and fell asleep.

This morning as I was half awake and thinking I had slept the morning away, my phone rang. It was our pastor. He called to tell me that a dear friend of ours had a heart attack and he was on the way to the emergency room. We got up and dressed and decided to stay put until we heard more information.

More information came quickly. Our friend moved to Heaven this morning. Trying to define the words to describe the emotions we have fail me. Mostly I am concerned for his wife and daughters and granddaughters. I wasn’t going to write anything as writing usually garners remarks to me and that is not my desire or purpose.

Purpose, there’s that word again. A few minutes ago, I asked God what the purpose was. This was too abrupt, too shocking. I wanted answers. Personally, I cannot wait to move to Heaven.

There, in the deep part of my being, I was assured that our friend’s purpose was completed. He had fought the good fight, he had stood his ground with the enemy of our souls. Most of all, He has loved the Lord our God with his whole being. He served our God with joy, laughter, integrity, and warmth.

So many lives have been touched by him. He always made me laugh. His laughter was contagious. Now he is laughing with our Lord.

I am now challenged to serve my purpose here with as much joy as he did. Please, pray for this family.

IF

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“So be strong and courageous! Do not be afraid and do not panic before them. For the Lord your God will personally go ahead of you. He will neither fail you nor abandon you.” Deuteronomy 31:6 (NLT)

I recently saw the movie, IF a couple of times. It is a sweet movie that I have enjoyed. Since that time I have thought of invisible/imaginary friends. I don’t recall having one, but I know my younger sister did. My older sister and I would walk her to the next block to a very run down house. It was there that her invisible friends lived. I always pictured them as giraffes, who lived on the first floor and looked out the upper windows. We would walk down to the house and stand on the sidewalk while she looked up to the upper floor and talked with them.

When we had children, our oldest had an imaginary friend. He had the same name as a Sesame Street character, Gonzo. I personally did not care for her invisible friend. He was pretty rowdy and got my daughter into a degree of trouble. Fortunately he left our family.

As I thought of all of this, I realized that often we depend on our self talk, our imaginary friends and/or just grinning and going through it all, teeth bared and set.

I remember shortly after my Mom had passed that I laid on my bed crying. I know I was alone and I was miserable. For some reason I remember just calling out to Jesus. This came to mind while thinking about the movie, imaginary friends and this image. It all came rushing into my mind at once. (Yes, it was one of those sleepless nights that seem to occur in old age)

As I thought about it all, I heard in my heart, “But, I am not invisible.” No, our Lord is not invisible. He is alive and real and an ever present help and comfort.

Last night in my mid night reverie I focused on our Lord. I thought about how He is not invisible or imaginary. He is with us daily. He knows our name. He sings a song of joy over us each day. He provides the help and support as we walk into new situations that might seem scary or overwhelming. And, as we call out to Him, He is there to answer us. For this, I am grateful.

Going at the Speed of Life

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“A thief is only there to steal and kill and destroy. I came so they can have real and eternal life, more and better life than they ever dreamed of.” John 10:10 (MSG)

Last week Dale and I went over to Gatlinburg, TN. We both needed a get away time and it proved to be just what we needed. We didn’t do a lot of the touristy things, except for browsing in the shops, which is always relaxing to me.

One day we drove to an area called Cades Cove. We spent most of the day driving through the area. The Smoky Mountains are gorgeous in this area. I started to take pictures, in which I usually fail majorly. I had the idea to take a close up photo of the area right outside my window.

This was supposed to be a great picture of part of a fence and as you can see, it’s just a blur.

I was about to delete this when I hesitated. It was like I heard, “Isn’t this like your life? You quickly drive by and miss the details.” Ouch! True, but ouch!

I kept the photo and I started to think about the picture and my life and the way I view it.

Today I was looking through old pictures. Most of ours are in boxes and in no particular order. But, as I looked at the pictures, some faded from time, some blurry (I wonder who took those?) and all of them jogging memories of places and people and seasons of my life.

I surprised myself at knowing when (not the date) they were taken. I remembered birthday parties at our favorite Italian restaurant when the kids were small. There were plenty of pictures of tents and camping. Some pictures Dale would have a sweatshirt on and then I would see the same sweatshirt on me. Throughout, the pictures of our daughters, babies, prom pictures, smiling, goofing off and glaring at the camera. There were a great deal of all emotions from them.

I have had a great life. We have lived several places, and in a different country. I have had experiences I never dreamed of growing up in Oil City, PA. Life has been good. Life has gone by quickly.

I have thought about going at the speed of life. Looking at memories, I see that for most of it, even though I was right there, it’s a blur.

This one is clear. The mountains fade into a mist. Behind that mist are more mountains. They remain in place even though they are not visible. The same is true of the memories of life. They are a constant in my memory. They are not always visible, but they remain hidden by a mist of life.

I will keep taking pictures. Some will turn out and some will be blurry. But, I have a feeling that now, instead of harshly critiquing my skill and deleting, I will remember that I tend to speed by my life and miss out on details.

Is That A Splinter In Your Eye?

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“You may think you can condemn such people, but you are just as bad, and you have no excuse! When you say they are wicked and should be punished, you are condemning yourself, for you who judge others do these very same things.” Romans 2:1 (NLT)

Who of us has not been judged before? We all have, either for good reason or just because.

Who of us have judged? In my mind’s ear, I don’t hear many confessing that they have played the part of judge.

I confess that I have been on both sides of the above questions. Yes, I have been judged. Sometimes I have needed it and sometimes it has been harsh. Yes, I have accepted the judgement and justified that I rose above the judgement and forgave and repented. But, have I really?

Forgiveness of others is a journey. You say the words, “I’m sorry” or “Please forgive me” and even better, “I forgive you.” easily. But, the road of forgiveness is sometimes long and bumpy. Because, as humans we remember.

Along that bumpy road of forgiveness there is judgement. Even if we boast of being kind, gracious and Christian, judgement lurks right behind the veneer.

My opinion is that judging others is a two way street. You are judged for the splinter in our eyes. We remove it, and walk away. But as we walk, we pick up the log that goes into our eyes. What may have been a splinter that was called out becomes a log as we remember the initial issue, the shock of being called out, and the hurt caused. Soon it becomes evident that we have begun to dwell on other’s splinters.

Women, I think, are very prone to this issue. Men hold things in boxes in their minds. Something happens, it is resolved and then locked away in a box in their minds. Issue is dealt with and resolved, end of story. Women, on the other hand cannot do this. It is said that women have spaghetti brains. Everything that has happened in their lives touches everything that is currently happening. It’s a jumbled mess. Of course, women also are quick to love and quick to comfort for the most part.

Personally, I have been judged for my house, my cleaning routine, my hair, my makeup, my children. You name it and I can relate. I have also had my faith, my prayer life, my actions judged. The bulk of it done by “Christians” of which I myself live within those quotation marks.

Paul urged the Roman church to watch the judging. I am part of hearing that urging. Honestly, I think we can all fall under the need of that urging.

 “Do not judge others, and you will not be judged. 2 For you will be treated as you treat others. The standard you use in judging is the standard by which you will be judged.3 “And why worry about a speck in your friend’s eye when you have a log in your own? 4 How can you think of saying to your friend, ‘Let me help you get rid of that speck in your eye,’ when you can’t see past the log in your own eye? 5 Hypocrite! First get rid of the log in your own eye; then you will see well enough to deal with the speck in your friend’s eye.” Matthew 7:1-5 (NLT)

I really have no answers to this issue. I am still working and walking through this life. All I know is when you truly focus on Bible reading, you can become uncomfortable. Words you have read thousands of time hit you with sharp edges. How you perceive yourself changes.

I have always thought of myself as a kind, gracious and sometimes funny person. Yes, I have my glaring blemishes that all can see. Even deeper, I know inside me. I know those feelings like shivers that run up your spine at times. Those ‘judgement’ issues. Each human has them. The key word being human.

Since I wrote this, will I immediately conquer these problems? No. But, I am aware of them with a more magnified lens. Judgement comes easy. Holding on to judgement is even easier. Judging others is a sin that can easily lead to a hardness of heart. That is not what I want for my life.

This season of life, this time of this year is quickly approaching. The next few months judging others is going to come swiftly. We will all have our ‘feelings’ hurt because someone will disagree with us. This happens every four years. We can become so involved in becoming hurt that we do not realize how quickly we are judging.

This has been a ramble of words, I know. But these scriptures have been in my mind. I want to meld them into my heart. I want to be able to stand before our Creator sometime in the future and see Him smile as He sees that I became aware of my judging ways and with His help and guidance I conquered the nagging and easy to fall into problem of judging.

I have asked the Lord to help me with this. I carry judgement in my heart, I think this is human. It is also resulting from hurt accumulated. If we were each honest with ourselves, the stories could be similar.

“Share each others burdens, and in this way obey the law of Christ” Galatians 6:2 (NLT)