"The Set of the Sail"

"But Daniel purposed in his heart that he would not defile himself..."  (Daniel 1:8)

"Keep thy heart with all diligence; for out of it are the issues of life."  (Proverbs 4:23)

But to every mind there openeth,
A way, and way, and away,
A high soul climbs the highway,
And the low soul gropes the low,
And in between on the misty flats,
The rest drift to and fro.

But to every man there openeth,
A high way and a low,
And every mind decideth,
The way his soul shall go.

One ship sails East,
And another West,
By the self-same winds that blow,
'Tis the set of the sails
And not the gales,
That tells the way we go.

Like the winds of the sea
Are the waves of time, 
As we journey along through life,
  'Tis the set of the soul,
  That determines the goal,
                                                                                               And not the calm or the strife. 

                                                                                                                     by:  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

You don't have to be a seasoned seaman to understand a fundamental law of a successful voyage:  It's the set of the sail, not the force of the gale, that determines the way we go.  

This poem has always been special to me and I feel that contained in it's words is a very strong "life lesson".  The heavy winds of pressure to do what others want us to do (peer pressure) will continue to blow hard through all the years of our life.  But that won't decide what we do.  No, it will be the set of our sail, preset before God, before the choice arises.  It is not the wind that rules, it's the set of our sail --- or the set of our mind, our heart, our will.... that will determine the way we go!

And thus we sat in darkness, Each one busy in his prayer;

"We are lost!" the captain shouted, As he staggered down the stair.

But the little daughter whispered, As she took his icy hand,

"Isn't God upon the ocean, Just the same as on the land?"

~ Eugene Field 

When testing and trials come, we do not have to be a victim to sin.  God has given all of His children the will and the power to resist Satan, and to live lives that are victorious, while sailing upon life's sea.

 "That we henceforth be no more children, tossed to and fro , and carried about with every wind of doctrine, by the sleight of men, and cunning craftiness , whereby they lie in wait to deceive;"  (Ephesians 4:14)

 

"I LOVE FALL" Fun Stuff (Roasted Pumpkin Seeds)

 

O, it sets my heart a-clickin'

like the tickin' of a clock,

When the frost is on the punkin

and the fodder's in the shock.

~James Whitcomb Riley 

Roasted Pumpkin Seeds

2 c. seeds

1 Tbsp. oil

1/2 tsp. salt

Rinse pumpkin seeds and dry on paper towel.  Toss with oil and place on cookie sheet.  Bake at 350 degrees for 20 minutes, tossing every 5-7 minutes, until golden.  Remove from oven, salt and enjoy! 

(And for anonymous below.... don't toss all the way out of the pan - just shuffle around in the pan... LOL!) 

While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease.  (Genesis 8:22)

HAPPY FALL YA'LL

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:  A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;  A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;  A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;  A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;  A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;  A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;  A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.  (Ecclesiastes 3:1-8)

Out of the four seasons... Spring and Fall are my very favorite.  Fall in the flat lands of North Carolina is an incredible site - but nothing to compare to my childhood home in the mountains of West Virginia.  Fall colors seem much more intense there!  Multicolored leaves illuminate the trees with splashes of crimson, fiery red, burgundy, rust, ruddy orange, brown, and gold, as if to give their final farewells before retiring for winter, and a sense of solitude is in the air. Each deciduous tree, each bush, strutting its own autumn wardrobe.  When it's quiet and lovely like this, it really makes me reflect.  Fall has its unique events and sights, sounds and smells.  Here is a potpourri of my "fall" reflections:

Sun lower in the sky, shorter days, cooler temperatures, less humidity, warm winds from the south, chilly winds from the north, nippy mornings on the porch with steaming hot flavored coffee, warm afternoons.  Sitting around a fire at night, roasting marshmallows and drinking hot chocolate.  Visiting with friends over a cup of mulled cider.

Roasting Turkey, family gatherings, candied sweet potatoes, hot apple pie.  Momma making applebutter.  Candy corn, gummy orange slices, Halloween candy,  caramel apples on a stick.  

Mulching, pruning, planting bulbs.  The last mowing of the lawn.  Dry cornstalks rustling in the wind and black birds feasting on their bounty.  Leaves falling and the smell of burning leaves.  Mums, scare crows, fodder, pumpkins, and haystacks.  Kids running through and playing in crispy fallen leaves. Combines in the fields.

First day of school, Friday night High School football games, popcorn, and hot dogs.  Country County Fairs, State Fair, funnel cakes topped with powered sugar and chocolate.  Exhibit blue ribbons, livestock, and horse shows.  

Packing up the summer clothes and bringing out warmer ones.  Longer sleeves, sweaters, light jackets, flannel sheets.  

Geese honking their goodbyes as they fly off in the "V" formation.  Flocks of birds... numbering in the hundreds headed south.  Snakes and frogs looking for a hole for slumber.  The groundhog burrowing a little deeper.

HAPPY FALL YA'LL!  

I hope such joy and beauty, such stability and changeability, such surprises and routines, thrills your soul as it does mine.  God's blessings to you as you enter this "SEASON" of your life. 

 

 

"The MAZE of Life"

"Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore."  (Psalm 16:11)

As I look out my kitchen window, beyond the screen on the porch, beyond the stately pecan tree, beyond the Nellie Stevens holly bushes, fields stand tall with drying, sun-parched cornstalks.  The sea of fodder stretches over 15 acres.  What fun it would be to devise and design a MAZE through the jungle laden with hanging silk tassels.  

Imagine being plummeted into a field with cornstalks towering 10-12 feet high.  Everywhere you turn, it's a mass of green and golden hues... downright "corn-fusing" it would be! ... (corny pun... LOL)

Life... oft times, appears unto us as a jumbled MAZE.  There are countless opportunities presented and multiple paths we can take - yet, we have only a very vague idea of where we are trying to get to.  We begin with elated anticipation only to find ourselves quickly at a dead-end, a roadblock, or even more challenging are the crossroads where there are several paths to choose from.  Do we have the knowledge and maturity to know which is the right way to go?  Another lingering problem present... we can't see over the stalks to examine the trail ahead - to view the exit - or to admire the final prize.  There are times it is necessary to backtrack to the location where seemingly we lost our way.  Forward motion is a must or we will find ourselves defeated and hopeless... wandering aimlessly.

"Spiritual walk" is a forward motion.  We should not look back over obstacles conquered or valleys crossed - but always looking ahead or looking up.  We gain strength from our Heavenly Father and follow Him to new depths and places on this journey through the MAZE --- many times allowing God to totally change our course.  Repentance in our life may demand a U-turn.  God will be our light in the midst of darkness and when we're disoriented and can't find our way --- His voice will guide us.

Within the movement of the events in life, is the "Designer of the MAZE" - who plans and arranges the directions and seasons of our very being.  Oh, how thankful I am that "behind the MAZE is the MASTER!"

"The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD: and he delighteth in his way. Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down: for the LORD upholdeth him with his hand."  (Psalm 37:23-24)

"Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths."  (Proverbs 3:5-6)

"GIRLFRIENDS"

Just this past week I had the wonderful privilege of having a very dear friend of over 20 years come from the Charlotte area for a visit.  Lunch out - visiting and catching up over blackberry tea for a couple of hours - then the rest of the evening till late - up the next morning hardly ceasing to take a break - continuing the heart-to-heart chatter.  So much to talk about... so little time!

I couldn't help but ponder the thought of the distinct contrast between the "friendships of women" and those of men.  Even as you watch children interacting on a playground you see the dissimilarity between girls and boys.  Little girls will whisper, hold hands, hug, and babble incessantly.  Little boys will play together usually never touching, and talking only about the toys they are playing with, or the instructions on how to build a better road for their matchbox cars, or the best way to make them go faster.

I will never forget when my children were old enough to go on school or church trips, you could plan on putting Jessica in a room with 3 - 5 other girls, sharing 2 beds and that was fine.  Not so for the boys!  Stephen Jr. would be willing to sleep in the bathtub or on the floor, rather than to share a motel bed with another boy.

In traveling to "ladies retreats" over the years, we could always plan 4 ladies to a room and before the sun went down... you may have 8 ladies (or more) in that room, piled on the two beds, sharing personal experiences and stories till the wee hours of the morning.  Again, not so on a "men's retreat"!  Most of the men prefer a private room but may be willing to share a room with one other man --- if you would guarantee him there were 2 beds in the room.

When Steve & I go out for the evening with another couple who are dear friends; if I or the other lady get up to go to the restroom to powder our nose or freshen our lipstick --- we usually will invite the other to come along.  Considering this, I can't help but chuckle at the thought of one of the guys getting up to go to the restroom and asking; "Hey Donnie, I'm gonna go pee... do you want to come along"???? I can hear the reply now:  "UUUUU... I think I'm good - you go ahead" (said with eyebrows raised and a hint of shock in the voice)!

The friendships of women seem to be on a much deeper intimate level.  For me, there is nothing more enjoyable than a day with a special friend.  I have often commented that I think a good girlfriend is as therapeutic as "Prozac!"  There are friends in our lives who I truly feel are "precious gifts, given to us by God."  You often hear the expression "bosom buddy" used... I wonder if whomever coined that phrase felt... you had to have a "bosom" to experience friendship to it's fullest potential?

THANK GOD FOR "GIRLFRIENDS"!

"I JUST NEED TO TOUCH HIM"

She awoke early this morning after a restless nights sleep.  It wasn't that she hadn't tried, she had even gone to bed early.  She knew she would need every ounce of strength she could gather for the anticipated days activities.  Again and again in her mind during the wee hours of the morning, she had rehearsed the stories she had been told:  how HE had healed the centurion's servant of palsy... how HE had cooled the high fever of Peter's mother-in-law... how HE had even calmed the fierce storm... how the paralyzed man got up from his bed and walked because of HIM.  Oh but her favorite story of all, was that of HIM touching the leper and making him whole.  Others had scoffed at the very contemplation of anyone touching a leper - but not her... she believed with all of her heart.  She drew such comfort at the thought because when others knew of her illness or saw the blood, they didn't want to be near her... much less TOUCH her.  Twelve years she had lived with this tormenting condition.  But today there was a glimmer of hope - the sun seemed to shine a little brighter - today HE was to pass through her village.  She didn't need to have his undivided attention... she just needed HIS touch. 
(Matthew 9:20-22;  Mark 5:25-34;  Luke 8:43-48)

"For she said within herself, If I may but touch his garment, I shall be whole."  (Matthew 9:21)

When I woke up this morning to begin my normal routine of packing Steve's lunch and seeing him off to work, my heart had this overwhelming desire for a "touch from the Lord" today.  I sat down in the cozy recliner, in the corner of the living room, Bible on my lap, a pen and notepad, and in my spirit uttered those words to the Lord.  Immediately He brought the story of this woman to mind and I turned to read the account once more.  My heart was heavy not only for needs and hurts in my own life, but also for the burdens in the lives of those that I care so deeply for.  I am so thankful when I need HIS TOUCH or I need to TOUCH HIM - I can go to HIS WORD - HE meets me there - and fills my need.

"Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path."  (Psalm 119:105)

"Sometimes I Hear Voices"

"I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; marvelous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.  (Psalm 139:14)

It seems that early in my life I became clutched in the emotional trap of "people pleasing" and always "worrying about what other people think."  Many get caught in this same trap - some escape it quickly unscathed... others of us (ME) seem to have to "chew off our leg"... for release.

Maybe we have experienced some type of abuse, criticism, or rejection from an oblivious, insensitive person at a vulnerable stage in our lives.  This causing us to become our own worst critique.  Why do we buy into such a cheapened version of ourselves, hook, line, and sinker?

I hear voices that say "I am not acceptable" because of how I look or how much I weigh.  I hear voices that say "I am not valuable" because of talents and skills that I lack, or things I have or have not done.  I hear voices that say "I am not lovable"simply because of who I am not.  I hear voices that say "I am not enough" or I'll never measure up.  

Who gives anyone else the power to be our "label gods?"  WE DO!  We are the one who gives into the temptation to sell ourselves short, shut down on the inside, and settle for the crumbs under the table.

God in His word tells us that we are fearfully and wonderfully made.  Why can't we just as easily accept the fact that... JUST AS WE ARE:  we are lovable - valuable - and acceptable to God and that is what matters.  We must let the voice that we hear loudest be, that still small voice (1 Kings 19:12) of our Heavenly Father telling us:

• "I have loved thee with an everlasting love;" (Jeremiah 31:3)  
• THEREFORE I AM LOVABLE!
• "... chosen of God and precious." (1 Peter 2:4)  
• THEREFORE I AM VALUABLE!
• "To the praise of the glory of his grace, wherein he hath made us accepted in the beloved." (Ephesians 1:6)  
• THEREFORE I AM ACCEPTABLE!

"And ye are complete in him, which is the head of all principality and power:" (Colossians 2:10)

THEREIN I AM MADE COMPLETE... AND THAT IS ENOUGH!

"WHEN I AM OLD"

God has placed some amazing women in my life.  Although I am only 52... I have several friends who are beyond the age of 70.  A few months back, one of these special friends had to have hip replacement surgery.  She was in a rehab facility nearly an hour away.  This dear lady is 81 (a widowed Pastor's Wife) and just full of spunk and spirit... determination like you would not believe.  Weekly, me and two other friends visited as she progressed.  At home now and continuing her physical therapy... I still try to visit with her as I have for months.  The other day, this was our conversation:

Friend:     Hello
Sylvia:      Hi Mrs. Bobbie - this is Sylvia.  Sorry I haven't gotten to see you this week but I'm free tomorrow and was wondering if you were going to be at home and wanted some company?
Friend:     Yes, I'll be here - I have no plans.
Sylvia:      OK, would morning or afternoon be better? 
Friend:     Well, I was thinking about lunch out.
Sylvia:      That sounds wonderful, if you think that you are up to an outing.  Did you have some particular place in mind?
Friend:     I want to go to that "Texas Saloon" place.  They make a good salad.
Sylvia:      (holding back a burst of laughter)  Do you mean the Texas Steakhouse?
Friend:     I don't know... I just know I thought that it was called the "Texas Saloon."
Sylvia:      Mrs. Bobbie... If you want to go to the "Texas Saloon" I'll for sure take you there!  Be at your house around 11:15 tomorrow.  Love you, Good-bye.

When I hung up the phone, I couldn't hold back the laughter.  This dear lady has a dry wit about her and is such a joy to my heart.  I read the book "When I Am Old - I Shall Wear Purple" and loved it - but I must say:   
When I am old... I will drink prune juice from a stemmed crystal goblet... wear knee highs with my dresses so pantyhose won't pinch my belly... walk barefoot in the rain... wear gaudy jewelry... comfy shoes... elastic waistlines... bold lipstick... expensive perfume even if I'm not going anywhere... dance when there is no music... laugh loudly... sleep in satin nighties - and keep them on until noon if I wish... carry real hankies... be more concerned about people and less about cobwebs and dust... I'll eat chocolate and not feel guilty... forget about calorie counting lists... give tons of hugs and kisses to my friends and family... say I love you often... and eat salad at a "Texas Saloon!"  Some who know me, may say I've already begun... LOL!

I also desire to have:  a zeal and craving for the Word of God like Mrs. Alice (72), to be an intercessory prayer warrior like Sister Mitchell (89), and possess a dry wit and joy of the Lord like Mrs. Bobbie (81).

"The aged women likewise, that they be in behaviour as becometh holiness, not false accusers, not given to much wine, teachers of good things; That they may teach the young women to be sober, to love their husbands, to love their children, To be discreet, chaste, keepers at home, good, obedient to their own husbands, that the word of God be not blasphemed."  (Titus 2:3-5) 

 

SOMETIMES WE JUST NEED A GOOD LAUGH! ENJOY!

"Friends with Skin"

(Proverbs 17:17a)  "A friend loveth at all times,..."

(Proverbs 18:24b)  "... and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother."

The storm clouds begin to roll in - the night sky blackens - thunder commences to rumble in the distance - flashes of lightning brighten the tiny dark room.  Little Susie had just been prayed with and tucked into the plush pink covers of her white French Provincial canopied bed.  As the storm outside escalates so does Susie's fear.  She calls out to her parents in the night.  They come to comfort and console her.  They assure her that she has no need to be afraid because God is always with her.  After repeating this same scenario another time, Susie's tearful response to her mother is this:  "It is good to know that God is here with me, but this one time ple-e-e-ease, I want and ne-e-e-ed a 'friend with skin' on."

Friends play such an important role in my life, and I consider each of them as personal blessings from God.  I have "fair-weather friends" that are there to make brighter my sunny days.  Oh, but then I am most blessed with a few "storm-chaser buddies" that are there when the clouds roll in - the sky blackens - thunder clashes - lightning flashes - and my ship begins to sink.  I am ever mindful and thankful of the fact that God is always with me as a "constant friend" - however, I am humbly filled with gratitude for my special "friends with skin."

What a friend we have in Jesus,

All our sins and griefs to bear!

What a privilege to carry

Everything to God in prayer!

by:  Joseph Scriven "What a Friend we have in Jesus" Lyrics

But when I feel my ship is sinking,

And life's turbulent seas are crashing in.

That's the times when I'm most thankful,

For the Blessing of "friends with skin."

by:  Sylvia Wolfe.... Heart Lyrics :-)

"Henceforth I call you not servants; for the servant knoweth not what his lord doeth : but I have called you friends; for all things that I have heard of my Father I have made known unto you."  (John 15:15)

The House that Built "Steve"

Sylvia's Reflections from Monday, August 29th

The large moving truck is loaded with all the familiar items.  The rooms are now empty except for a few things that remain for the next occupant of this dwelling.  For more than 50 years my husband Steve has called this "Home."  From the age of one, until he left for college this is where he grew from "boy to man".

Steve and I walk from room to room for a final check.  As we enter the bedroom on the left, at the end of the hall, I see a quick sigh on his face.  This was "his room" - the room he grew up in.  The antiqued green dresser that matched the twin beds he and Edwin slept in remained.  An almost empty room to the naked eye, but viewed with the heart - full of memories:  brother tussles, learning moments, boyhood dreams. 

Up the hall into the living room it's as though you can see three young boys wrestling in the open area and then hear a shrill yelp as the first to receive the prick of the hatpin, untangles himself and bounds from the pile.  Then my mind shifts to a room ornamented with "Think Pink" signs - decorated by a mom of 3 boys, excited at the thought of the possibility of a first grandchild being a prissy little girl.

Those thoughts are then interrupted when out of the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of the wood-grained table and tan leather chairs still ever present.  I envision it:  Extension in - red tablecloth adorned, place settings of sparkling Fostoria, surrounded by family and laughter.

I place my hand on the wood front door and utter a soft "good-bye."

As we get into our truck (packed full of memorabilia) and begin to drive away... I look back once again and remember:  croquet games on the side lot, apple butter makins with all sitting around waiting on their turn to stir the contents of the big copper kettle over the open fire, Stephen Jr's first fish caught in Kauff's pond.

I smile, touch Steve's shoulder, and ask if he's OK.  I see him glance in the rear-view mirror one more time - smile - and say yes.  Leaving the "House that Built Steve" behind... We begin our journey "HOME."

Dedicated to: The Wolfe Boys - Ed, Steve, & Dorian

FREEDOM IS JUST A "LET GO" AWAY

And the LORD said unto him, What is that in thine hand?  (Exodus 4:2a)

It seems that in every Bible Study that I do the Lord reveals to me that I am way too focused and fretful over the "HOW'S", "WHAT'S", "WHERE'S", and "WHY'S"... when it is only the "WHO" that matters.  Life would be so much simpler and less stressful if I'd master this one concept.  Ah, but then, I find myself not wanting to do this because of fear and my desire to retain "some control."  Those are the times I must learn the same lesson over and over, again and again --- to trust God.  "Letting go" of my own agenda is a daily battle for me.

I'm reminded of an article I once read that talked about how hunters in the jungle would capture monkeys.  They would attach a rope to a coconut... drill a small hole in the other end of it and place a piece of candy inside.  The monkeys would squeeze their hands down into the coconut, clinch the candy in their fist and then could not pull their hand out without turning loose of the candy.  They would be captured due to the fact of what was in their hand --- no matter what, they would not let go of.

Once when I shared this with one of my "Bible Study Buddies" - she reminded me of the saying from the 90's... "Let Go & Let God" --- it is sad that you are holding onto control and knowing that freedom is just a "let go" away.

Each of us may be holding onto something totally different (control, a certain sin, bitterness, unforgiveness, etc.) but the result is the same.  We are captured - we live in bondage.  We must be willing to "let go" of whatever we have tightly clutched in our hands, so that our hands will be free to receive God's grace.

Nothing in my hand I bring.

Simply to Thy cross I cling:

    (Beginning of 3rd Verse of "Rock of Ages" by Augustus M. Toplady) 
 

"Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free , and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage."  (Galatians 5:1)

FREEDOM IS JUST A "LET GO" AWAY!

"I WANT IT AND I WANT IT NOW"

"Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour:  (1 Peter 5:8)

We live in an "instant" society where the attitude of "I Want It and I Want It NOW" runs rampant.  This is the breeding grounds for the wiles of Satan.  Enter stage left:  TEMPTATION!  In our quest for immediate gratification, we lose God as our main focus and go in search of our own solutions to a need.  

I FIND THAT THE MAJOR TROUBLE WITH TEMPTATION IS... IT IS JUST SO TEMPTING! 
All of us are tempted - just in diverse ways.  Satan seems to identify our weakness and send the attraction and attack from that direction.  Thomas Moore wrote:  "Eve, with all the fruits of Eden blest, save only one, rather than leave that one unknown, lost all the rest."  What a sad eulogy.

"There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it."  

(1 Corinthians 10:13)

"HANGING BY A THREAD"

Just the other day as I was doing laundry - clothes into the washer - then into the dryer - then placing the dress clothes on hangers.  When hanging up one of Steve's favorite shirts, I noticed a button "hanging by a thread."  The slightest pressure of buttoning would of disconnected it and the tiny button would of perhaps been lost.

Needle and thread in hand, I sat down to reattach the button.  While diligently working on my task, my mind began to reflect upon times in my own life that I've felt just like this tiny button.  Nerves frayed and emotions seemingly "hanging by a thread," with the slightest addition of pressure - I would of "lost it."

While stitching and pondering this notion... the phone rings.  My dear friend RoweAnn (who has the gift of encourager) called to say hello, see how I am, and how my week is going.  Upon hanging up the phone, returning to my task and meditation, I thought what a blessing the Lord has bestowed upon me with friendship.  When I am at the point of "hanging by a thread" He reminds me in His word that:

(Ecclesiastes 4:9-12)  "Two are better than one; because they have a good reward for their labour. For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow: but woe to him that is alone when he falleth; for he hath not another to help him up. Again, if two lie together, then they have heat: but how can one be warm alone? And if one prevail against him, two shall withstand him; and a threefold cord is not quickly broken." 

Dear Lord, you are so good, you are my strong hold in troubled days; 
you know me and I trust in you.  (Nahum 1:7)

IF EVER A WOMAN WAS LOVED BY A MAN

"That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith; that ye, being rooted and grounded in love, May be able to comprehend with all saints what is the breadth, and length, and depth, and height; And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fullness of God."  (Ephesians 3:17-19)

As I sat by the window this morning in my comfy recliner, listening to the patter of rain falling outside... my lap contained my Bible, my "Soul Shaping" Bible Study workbook, an ink pen, and notepad.  As I open the workbook, the words "YOU ARE HIS BELOVED" jump off the page.  My mind can't help but revisit one of my most precious memories that I have of my mom and dad.  A day that my mother illuminated for me one of the greatest gifts that a parent can give their child... even a "grown" one.  My dad battled lung cancer for over a year and on March 13, 2000... in the wee hours of the morning... his battle ceased.  As my mother, sister Goldie, and I sat by his bedside awaiting the arrival of the Hospice Care Nurse... Mom uttered these words:  "If ever a woman was loved by a man - I was."  A gift and a legacy beautifully packaged and presented to Goldie and I.  Daddy's adoration of her had always been evident as we were growing up.

I don't know of a woman (or a man) who doesn't yearn for and covet this type of love in their life.  Problem is, we so often go looking for it in all the wrong places and end up feeling cheated.  Today as I read "You are His beloved," my heart just wanted to shout and share it with all of you.  This love that we so desire and long for, this man of our dreams, our knight in shining armor, is standing at our hearts door knocking... Stop searching and OPEN THE DOOR... LOL!

"Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me."  (Revelation 3:20)

He offers love that is:  UNCONDITIONAL, EVERLASTING, GENUINE, UNFALTERING, SAFE, & SECURE. I am the wife of a wonderful man and I know that I am loved deeply... but I am also CHRIST'S BELOVED - loved with a love that surpasses human ability. 

"For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord."  

(Romans 8:38-39)

I boldly and confidently proclaim to you today:

IF EVER A WOMAN WAS LOVED BY A MAN - I AM!

"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son,  

that whosoever believeth in him should not perish , but have everlasting life."  (John 3:16)

HOME IS WHERE "FAMILY" RESIDES

Renter/Landlord, Lessee/Lessor, Buyer/Seller... all of these Real Estate terms are usually just words we use or hear nonchalantly.  But on Wednesday, August 25th two of them will take on a whole new meaning for our family.  The two words:  Buyer/Seller.  Steve's parents will participate in a "closing," executing the final papers to sell their residence of over 50 years.  Over 50 years of living in Daniels, West Virginia... Over 50 years of driving down 4-H Lake Road... Over 50 years of watching the deer drink from Kauff's pond... Over 50 years of wonderful friends and neighbors.

All three of the Wolfe boys moved from the area years ago only to return for the occasional visit.  Over 50 years of memories stored in what many think:  under a roof, enclosed in walls with windows.  I would of always defended that concept until the death of my daddy (2000) and momma (2008).  At that time I realized those memories are stored in hearts.  "HOME" ceases when family is not there.  When family moves out, that dwelling goes from being "home," to being the "house that I grew up in."  

Many special occasions have been celebrated in the neatly kept Brick Ranch on Winfield Circle, but when Monday, August 30th (Moving Day) arrives, "HOME" for the Wolfe Family will then move to Warner Robins, Georgia.  Because, you see... "HOME" will always be where Dad & Mom Wolfe are.  It has nothing to do with a structure.  "HOME" is where ever "FAMILY" resides.

"In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.  And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also."  (John 14:2-3)

The Lifter of my Head

(Psalm 42:11)  "Why art thou cast down , O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God."  

(2 Corinthians 4:7-9)  "But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us. We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;  Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed;" 

Have you ever sat in the center of a crowded mall, just observing people as they scurry on their way?  This is something that I just love to do... PEOPLE WATCH.  Body language resounds oft times louder than words themselves.  Facial expressions, the pace of the steps, position of the shoulders, and even the tilt of the head.... speak volumes.  

Today as I flipped through the pages of my prayer list... opened e-mails sent from friends... and read posts on my facebook page... my heart was saddened at all the wayward family members, church problems, serious health issues, loss of loved ones, financial difficulties, crucial decisions, heartaches, difficulties, depression, discouragement, and despair, that I witnessed.  All of these can sure "take the wind out of your sails."  When problems arise and the cares of this world are attacking us from every direction - it is hard to look up.  Time and again under the weight of these burdens, our shoulders droop, and our head is downcast.  When our head is pointed downward, our vision is limited to only a few paces in front of us, no broader scope in view.  With our chins pressed to our chest, few words can proceed from our mouths, especially words of praise.  The more we stay focused on our burdens, it is like being stuck in a mire of mud, or in a pit of quick-sand.  Sinking deeper and deeper we waste time and energy trying to free ourselves from its debilitating grasp.    


Oh, if only we can remember this one thing:  God is in control.  When we have no strength of our own to elevate our weary heads... He reaches down His loving hand... places His fingers beneath our chin... and gently lifts.  After He has wiped away the tears and our vision is clear, with eyes fixed on Him, we can stand tall, throw back our shoulders, and hold our heads high.  Voices no longer stifled, a song will resonate from our heart.  

(Psalm 27:6)  "And now shall mine head be lifted up above mine enemies round about me: therefore will I offer in his tabernacle sacrifices of joy; I will sing , yea, I will sing praises unto the LORD." 

THAT SONG WILL BE............  PSALM 3:3    

"But thou, O LORD, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head."