May My Heart See...

With celebrating my grandma’s 95 th birthday this week (my mom’s mom), and all her family here for the party, I have been missing my mom terribly again.   That seems silly to me as its been six years since she has passed into glory and I know in my heart she is in a better place, finally at peace.   So why the hurt in my soul?   Why am I constantly thinking of her and long to see her again? When I think back to that time in 2006, as she was dying, my natural response to that was to “detach” myself.   Not get close, keep my heart safe – you know what I mean.   I did that when Timm’s mom passed back in 1980 and with his dad last April.   Don’t think about it, don’t go there.   Just detach. There are lots of “positives” to detaching.   No hurt.   No heartache.   No regrets.   But wait a minute, I think I am regretting my detachment.   The problem with detaching is that you never “a”ttach.   No ownership, no heartfelt love, no belonging. I’m not talking about letting go

My post this week is dedicated to fathers - our Heavenly Father, of course and our earthly fathers.   I was blessed to have THREE fathers – my birth father, my stepfather and my father-in-law.   My stepfather, Bill Tuttle, adopted me when I was about 10 years old.   He had recently married my mother.   I honor him today because of the sacrifice he made to raise us, not his “own” physically, but adopted into His family.   He adopted us, like Christ adopted us, to be a part of him – his family. For He chose us before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in His sight.   In love, He predestined us to be adopted as His sons (daughters) through Jesus Christ, in accordance with His pleasure and will.   Ephesians 1 Dad wasn’t a “church-goer” at all.    In fact, the only time Dad ever went to church was when one of us girls were married, or had our children baptized or confirmed.     He once told me that he loved listening to the Christian music I had recorded and that w

Do you think God can be cruel?   The other day I made a statement to the effect that, “I can’t believe God would be so cruel.”   Once said, I thought, wait a minute – God, cruel?   I believe the Holy Spirit is teaching me something this week about this word, “cruel”.   Cruel is defined in Websters, as “disposed to inflict pain or suffering”.   THAT IS NOT GOD!   He is good, and faithful and true.   He is ALL that IS good, faithful and true!   I base my life on that, my faith.   There are hundreds of verses on God’s goodness, His greatness, His mercies.   Psalm 100 says: Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth.   Worship the Lord with gladness;   come before Him with joyful songs. Know that the Lord is God.   It is He who made us and we are His;     we are His people, the sheep of His pasture. Enter His gates with thanksgiving and His courts with praise. Give thanks to Him and praise His name.   For the Lord is good   and His love endures forever, His