Perpetua(l) Beauty

To hike or not to hike?

That has been the question many a day during our time on the Oregon Coast.

We decided to visit Cape Perpetua, so named by Captain Cook when he sighted it from his ship in 1778.

After mulling over our trail options at the Visitor Center, we decided on the St. Perpetua trail, described as

“difficult, but worth it”.

My question to my dear husband (whom I affectionately refer to as Nanook of the North during our adventures):

Should we bring our hiking poles? There is a significant elevation gain.

His answer: No, we’ll be fine.

This reply made perfect sense – as at that moment we were surrounded by an assortment of tourists who also came to see the beauty of this area, none of whom were carrying poles.

And so, off we went on our merry way.

Our initial meandering through lovely forest progressed to some significant climbing.

As I trudged along, my not-so-great memory flashed to reading of a hike described as having 11 switchbacks.

Could this be it?

Further along, huffing and puffing, I began to fantasize that I was using my poles as I climbed.

After about the 7th switchback, my thoughts weren’t quite so pleasant.

What the h**** are we doing?

All the while, we saw only one other couple on the trail.

When we finally got to the summit, we were astonished to find many people there, all looking fresh as daisies, gazing at the vista.

And then Nanook asked someone the big question of the day:

Can you drive up here???

We had a good laugh at the answer – and then lunched happily on a bench, taking in the splendor of (what we now know!) is the highest point on the Oregon coast.

And we were grateful that we had the opportunity to appreciate God’s amazing handiwork once again.

To me, this hike is analogous to our life journeys…

Can you think of an experience that has been difficult, but worth it?

One where you thought that your own fortitude wasn’t enough to get you through?

When life brings seemingly insurmountable hurdles, we need to remember that God’s hiking poles – Faith and Hope – are readily available for our use.

Free of charge.

When we think we are managing on our strength alone, God has a way of making us aware of His perpetual help.

And I’m so thankful for this reminder.

The trip back down wasn’t so bad, though for a fleeting moment we entertained the thought of hitching a ride.

Best of all was having more time to reflect on God’s Presence, everywhere, always.

I hope that you can feel Him walking with you today, wherever your journey takes you.

Having God by your side is always worth it.

Day by day, morning by morning, begin your walk with Him in the calm trust that God is at work in everything….It is your personal business, as a discipline of your heart, to learn to be peaceful and safe in God in every situation….Remember, friend, where your real living is going on. In your thinking, in your reacting, in your heart of hearts – here is where your walk with God begins and continues. So when you start to move into trusting Him, stay there. Don’t wander out again into worry and doubt!  ~ Anne Ortlund



Heavy Lifting

How gratified we feel when we can walk further, run faster, increase to a heavier weight – or rise to any other physical challenge we aspire to.

To accomplish such goals, we muster up everything in our power to achieve our desired results.

And we have a great sense of satisfaction when the end result is so pleasing.

Relying on our own strength works well in many instances.

But how do we manage when the challenges we are facing are emotional or spiritual in nature – having to do with relationships, health, work, or family?

I can think of painful circumstances affecting people I know at this very moment….

~a sudden diagnosis of stage 4 cancer

~ sudden rejection by a family member

~a skiing accident resulting in surgery for a broken leg

I’m sure you know friends or family who are dealing with difficulties as well.

How do we search our depths for the wherewithal to face disappointments, worries….and heartaches?

And what recourse do we have when our troubles just seem impossible to bear?

When we can no longer rely on our own fortitude, we can ask God to do the heavy lifting.

He alone can bolster our strength, bring us hope, wrap us in His warm and enduring comfort.

Author Sarah Young continues to inspire me with her words.

In Jesus Always, March 16,  she writes, in God’s voice:

 Close your right hand, as if you are grasping onto My hand. This symbolic gesture helps you feel connected to Me – to My living Presence.

I have tried this, multiple times.

And amazingly, this simple gesture makes God feel very near.

How encouraging it is to know that we have immediate, constant access to God, at any moment.

He never makes us wait on hold, or tell us that we need to do just one more little (or big) thing to access His grace and mercy.

Next time you find yourself wondering where to turn, think of His right hand, extended to you.

Just waiting for your grasp.

Give Him all that encumbers you.

God – and only God – can handle the heaviest weights of all.

For I hold you by your right hand—I, the Lord your God.
And I say to you,‘Don’t be afraid. I am here to help you.’  ~Isaiah 41:13

Enlarged Hearts

img_3078-1In the medical world, cardiomegaly isn’t a disease; it is a sign of another condition caused by stress on the body or weakening of the heart, among other things.

In the world of eye missions, heart enlargement is a natural result of assisting those who would otherwise not have access to vision care.

After helping the people in Riohacha, Colombia, our hearts are expanded, filled up with the joy of serving and sharing God’s love with those in need.

My tears arrived on the first day of the project, when Sheiber, pictured above, arrived. He came to the clinic last year as a three month old with a retinoblastoma in his left eye. By the grace of God (and the expert diagnosis of our doctors), he had the tumor removed and the cancer had not spread.



His prosthesis was barely apparent. And this year his other eye was examined under anesthesia, and found to be healthy.

The gratitude and joy that his parents expressed permeated all of our hearts.

And this was but one life that our team impacted among the thousands of patients we saw.

Our team members were already equipped with expandable hearts before our arrival. Their desire to serve the poor prompted them to join our Medical Ministry International team in the first place.

And I believe that we all left Colombia with our hearts widened to the fullest.

The stories are endless…

  • A patient gave up her place in the line when she heard that a man who needed cataract surgery couldn’t have the procedure unless he had a companion to accompany him to the hospital. And she did this for a total stranger. (We did make sure that she was seen the next day, without having to wait hours in line.)
  • A young boy with very poor vision received his first pair of glasses, and began to read everything in his line of sight. When our team member wanted to clean his glasses before he took them home, he didn’t want to take them off!
  • Many people who had lost an eye due to disease or accident received a protheses. Young women who previously couldn’t obtain a job or were deemed unattractive had a new lease on life.


The mother of  5 year old Elizabeth arrived on our last day with a letter to our whole team, thanking us for correcting her daughter’s strabismus (crossed eye). The beautiful, touching letter that she  and her daughter wrote was read to our team at our final dinner. She expressed her regret that the letter was all that she could give to us to express her gratitude.

But we assured her, amidst our tears, that her words were the best gift of all.

We were blessed by the tireless efforts of the many volunteers without whose help we couldn’t have accomplished our work.

No job was insignificant. And each person took pride in what they did  –  from the translators, to those who helped with patient flow, to the lovely ladies that kept the restrooms tidy. Everyone served with a smile.

And I can’t help but think that during this project their hearts expanded a bit, too.

The memory of the beautiful people in Riohacha will linger forever.

And we hope and pray that our work, representing God’s infinite love and mercy, will take root and blossom in their hearts.

But the wisdom from above is pure first of all; it is also peaceful, gentle, and friendly; it is full of compassion and produces a harvest of good deeds; it is free from prejudice and hypocrisy. ~ James 3:17 (GNT)





Extra Helpings

canstockphoto22451173We all know the feeling… that post-prandial somnolence after our Thanksgiving dinners – when our turkeys are not the only things who are stuffed!

How fortunate we are to be able to gather freely with family and friends and share a special meal to appreciate the blessings in our lives.

During the early years of our marriage, my husband and I would eat two Thanksgiving dinners; we grew up in the same town, and our houses were just a couple of blocks apart.  Our strategy was that each of us would eat more at our own family’s home, thinking that would prevent overconsumption.

Invariably, we ended the day uncomfortably full, having tried to graciously appreciate (i.e., chomp with gusto!) the culinary delights offered by the wonderful cooks in our families.

And as much as we told ourselves ahead of time that we wouldn’t go for seconds, we always succumbed.

Oh, our aching stomachs!

At the end of the day, we vowed that the following year would be different – but that only changed when my parents moved away, thereby relieving us of our double duty.

Foodies that we are, we still managed to overindulge – at only one dinner table – in fine style.

When it was my turn to continue the tradition of Thanksgiving dinner, I had new appreciation for the amount of time and effort it took our moms and grandmothers to prepare the meal.

As the years passed, I began to see that the plethora of organizational details and the largesse of the meal were distractions that diminished the real focus of the day – gratitude for even the least of our blessings.

Grateful for this realization, my holiday preparations took a new direction.

Delicious and abundant food, though still enjoyed, became secondary – and those around the table were the greater delights of the day.

This year, a new thought came to mind…

What about doing extra helpings as part of our Thanksgiving traditions?

The possibilities are endless, and needn’t break the budget.

Here are a few:

  • Call someone who could use cheering up, or someone you haven’t been in touch with for a while, just to say you’re thinking of them.
  • Reach out to mend a broken relationship.
  • Visit someone who is alone – or invite them to your Thanksgiving table.
  • Give flowers to the person behind you in the grocery line – just because. (A lovely lady did this to me once, and I have passed it on.)
  • Pray for someone you know who is hurting or suffering from health problems.

The ideas are endless; and you are all creative and resourceful enough to come up with some great possibilities.  Maybe you could even share your ideas!

I challenge us all to do some extra helpings this week, this season.

…And seconds at the Thanksgiving table are okay, too.

But above all, let’s fill the cornucopia of our hearts with love, grace and kindness for everyone in our lives, as we thank God for His overflowing Providence.

Let me shout God’s name with a praising song, Let me tell his greatness in a prayer of thanks. ~Psalm 69:30 (The Message)

Avoiding the Slips

img_1382After over 15 years of warmth, coziness, and comfort, I had to part with my favorite slippers. They were actually a bit of an embarrassment – worn out, and very tired looking. As sad as I was to say my goodbyes, this action was symbolic.

Relinquishing these old friends represented my efforts to dispose of some ways of thinking that had been firmly imbedded in my being – reactions to situations or words that were habitual, automatic.

And that were not necessarily the most empowering, positive, or peace-producing thoughts.

They ranged anywhere from feeling impatient and frustrated while in the longest checkout line at the grocery store to creating a three act mental drama from an relatively innocuous comment.


Can anyone else relate to responding to the “ouchies” of everyday life in ways we would rather not revisit?

How easy it is to start slip-sliding into old ways at the slightest provocation when we get distracted and a little off course in our daily doings.

Each time I find myself wrapped up in those tired ideas, I pray and ask for God to help me with a fresh new cerebral ensemble.

Thankfully, my repeated efforts to recognize my off-target, mistaken thinking and the reactions thereof have had mild success.

On occasion, I have even been able to rein in thoughts before they invade my mind at breakneck speed.

Suddenly, I can choose not to start slipping into my old ways.

Those runaway emotions lose their momentum, fizzled out at the start.

Refashioning our behavior is a lifelong journey, and one that, when successful, has great rewards.

And it certainly makes us even more aware that God is present, and ready to receive our cast-offs.

I am still searching for a pair of replacement slippers.

But in the meantime, I’ll enjoy the pleasure of being on solid footing as I follow His lead.

I cried out, “I am slipping!” but your unfailing love, O Lord, supported me.
When doubts filled my mind, your comfort gave me renewed hope and cheer.

~ Psalm 84:18-19 NLT



Unwrapping Presence

canstockphoto0678700If I checked in with God as as often as I glance for new information on my devices, I would have an amazing spiritual life.

Recent studies have shown that people check their phones between 85-150 times a day. Astounding, isn’t it?

And that doesn’t even take into account the hours we gaze at the computer screen.

I have to admit that trying to reduce my “device time” (or should it be divisive time?) poses a challenge.

God keeps nudging me though – with my guiding word for the year, Presence.

Little did I know how often this  word would appear in print –  and invade my thoughts.

So many of my devotional readings emphasize the value of 1. being aware and grateful for God’s constant, devoted Presence, and 2. the importance of spending time with Him.

We are often wrapped so tightly in our own lives that we can’t shed the thin veneer that covers us.

But oh, how sitting in God’s Presence can help us begin.

Just a few moments of quiet prayer, asking Him to help clear our minds so we can be more aware of His will and purposes can virtually expand our days, helping us stay calm and centered as we go about our normal routines.

God delicately unties the knots and loosens the pieces of tape that prevent us from opening ourselves to Him.

And think of this….God is always online…ready and waiting to hear from us, to be with us.

I’m thinking of opening a FaceLook account; one where I can set my sights upon His Face, where I can check in to see if my thoughts and actions are in line with His ways.

And where the only reinforcement I need is the knowledge that He.Is.There.

I pray that you can take a moment to be refreshed and recharged in His Presence.

And that He may surprise and enlighten you as you shed your outer wrappings.

The prize of a winning lottery ticket remains worthless until it is cashed in. The contents of a gift remain useless until it is opened. You have been given the most incredible gift of all: God’s guiding presence in your life.

~ First 15, Craig Denison


You will show me the way of life, granting me the joy of your presence, and the pleasures of living with you forever. ~Psalm 16:11


Holding the Fort(y)

canstockphoto25282880On this day, forty years ago, our first daughter burst into the world.

Meems, as we have affectionately called her, was blessed to have an entrance without complications.

Our obstetrician, upon hearing her middle name, burst into his rendition of the song Maria from West Side Story.

In the throes of labor, I found it only slightly amusing – but the memory now elicits a smile each time I recall it.

She was the first of our three beautiful gifts from God.  I am thankful for her and our other two daughters each and every day. (As well as for our three sons-in-law and our precious grandchildren!)

As I reflected on the passage of four decades, the word fortified came to mind. (Or should it be forty-fied?)

Hence, the definition….

~to make strong; impart strength or vigor to
~to increase the effectiveness of, as by additional ingredients
~to strengthen mentally or morally
Looking back on my fortieth birthday (which, incidentally, seems like yesterday), I have to admit there wasn’t a thought in my head about any type of fortification mentioned above.
The passing of years and the wisdom of age have changed all that.
We read so much about foods that are fortified with vitamins and minerals, among other things, due to the lack of nutrients in our soil.
And people add these supplements to their diets these in hopes of staying physically healthy.
Over the years, God has taught me about the reinforcements that help build a strong spiritual foundation.
Daily contemplative prayer, Scripture study, and a strong and supportive faith and friendship community have been the gifts that have invigorated my spiritual bones.
 Each of has our own favorite ways to fortify our hearts and souls.
 What do I wish for our dear Emily on her spiritual journey?
 ~That God will continue to strengthen her and inspire her.
~That she will feel His Presence in her life, and see Him in those around her.
~That His love will expand her heart, resulting in an even greater capacity for the compassion and wisdom she already has.
~That she will be gifted with relationships built upon unconditional love and encouragement.
~That she will be a mirror of His love to everyone she encounters.
Happy 40th, dearest daughter!
Thank you for fortifying our lives for all of these decades.
May God continue to bless- and fortify you – abundantly.
Be strong, be courageous,
    all you that hope in the Lord. ~Psalm 31:24
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