May My Heart See...

What is beautiful to you?   A sunset?   A newborn baby?   Love? “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder” – Plato. So, if that’s true , sacrifice is beautiful to me. What I mean by sacrifice is “giving up” or “laying down” – that kind of sacrifice.   Webster defines sacrifice as “forfeiture of something highly valued for the sake of one thought to have a greater value or claim.” A wife and mother giving up “her” time to study God’s Word. A husband loving his wife through thick and thin. A soldier or sailor giving up their youth, fighting for their country. A missionary, leaving the comforts of home, to witness for Jesus. Those examples of sacrifice are “beautiful” to me. Romans 10:14-15 says How then will they call on Him in whom they have not believed? And how are they to believe in Him of whom they have never heard?   And how are they to hear without someone preaching?   And how are they to preach unless they are sent? As it is written, "Ho

A friend loves at all times . . Prov 17:17 Having a best friend is a huge blessing in my life.   She understands me and knows   pretty much everything about me.   She loves me as I am.   She is there for me, no matter what.   Have you ever heard of the friendship in the Old Testament of Jonathan and David?   David grew up to be King David, Jonathan was King Saul’s son, heir to the throne.   It’s a story of a beautiful relationship, one of giving and receiving.   Jonathan even helped David to the throne, Jonathan’s own birthright.   I Samuel 23:16 says “ And Saul’s son, Jonathan, went to David at Horesh and helped him find strength in God. ”   True friendship indeed! I think that a true friend, a sister-in-Christ, a woman of the Truth who loves God and yearns to know Him more, is truly a gift f

With Mother’s Day coming this weekend, I would like to dedicate this post to my mother.    I still miss her even though she passed into the presence of her Savior on August 17, 2006.     As I reflect back on my memories of her, both good and not so good, I can’t help but remember a conversation we had as she was in the hospital during the last summer of her life. I was sitting at her feet, rubbing lotion on them, praying.   She stopped me when I prayed for her to have peace.   She said I must want her dead to pray for that.   I told her she can have peace right where she is.    She didn’t believe me, never having peace in her life.   We never talked of it again.   My last words to her, face to face, was thanking her for blessing me.    For even though much of my life, that was the furthest thing from my mind (and heart), it was true.   She was a blessing to me.   Her beauty, her laughter, her generosity, her love.   And her last words to me?   How much she loved me. OH, how