Aurora Borealis

I missed the Aurora Borealis in May when it visited Ohio. 

On October 10, 2024, I stepped outside 

with the hope of seeing the colors dance in the sky.

As I searched the heavens, my granddaughter, 

Dylan, sent photos of what she saw, so I knew I had a chance.

Sure enough, as I gazed the sky with my phone's camera,

the beautiful colors appeared.

Dylan sent more pics and other posts started showing up on

Facebook of the beauty God painted across the skies.

I love how God's creation brings people together

as it glorifies Him.

 

Little Lamb

Isaiah 40:11
He shall feed his flock like a shepherd: he shall gather the lambs with his arm, and carry them in his bosom, and shall gently lead those that are with young.

Matthew 18:12-14
“What do you think? If a man owns a hundred sheep, and one of them wanders away, will he not leave the ninety-nine on the hills and go to look for the one that wandered off? And if he finds it, truly I tell you, he is happier about that one sheep than about the ninety-nine that did not wander off. In the same way your Father in heaven is not willing that any of these little ones should perish.

I'd find the widest maple tree in the yard and squeeze myself as small as I
could, behind it. The child who was 'it' would call out "Ready or not, here I come" to let us know they were searching for our hiding place. As a kid my neighbors, cousins, and I spent endless hours playing hide-and-go-seek. We especially loved playing from dusk to dark. But in the game of hide-and-go-seek, we didn't want to be caught, or we'd be the 'it' person.

As an adult, I rarely play that old childhood game, unless one of my grandkids talks me into it. Even though I haven’t hidden behind a tree lately, I'm sorry to say there have been times I've played hide-and-go-seek with God. I've buried my head and ignored His wisdom, His call, or His word. Yet, He came after me and sought me out. Why? Because He loves me no matter what. God, who created the universe, called me by name and told me I am His child.

Jesus is often called the Good Shepherd. As a shepherd, He searches for that single sheep that strays away from the flock. He chases that one little lamb who lost his way. He seeks in the shadows, climbs the mountains, tears down the walls to find that one who is lost. Once He finds them, He holds them, loves them and gives hope beyond hope. Jesus said He's happier about finding that one lost sheep than about the ninety-nine who stayed put. Why? Because Jesus wants every child of His to be found, to be saved from the evil in this world. He wants every soul to rest in Him.

In this time of uncertainty and sorrow, seek Jesus' arms. He loves like no other.

Glorious Color

My neighbor grows this beautiful plant in their garden. 

I believe they are sea oats, not common in Ohio. 

The color on the heads reminds me autumn has 

finally tumbled into Ohio, along with cooler weather

and glorious colors from God's paintbrush.

Continue to pray for the folks in North Carolina,

especially the people working to bring sense from the chaos.

These times make me appreciate the ones who

repair and restore electricity and water and those

who are cleaning up.

Blessings!

 

You've Got a Friend in Me

John 11:4-7
When he heard this, Jesus said, “This sickness will not end in death. No, it is for God’s glory so that God’s Son may be glorified through it.” Now Jesus loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus. So when he heard that Lazarus was sick, he stayed where he was two more days, and then he said to his disciples, “Let us go back to Judea.”

A friend’s a friend forever... 

Reunion class of 1979

Krista, Debbie, and I drove in the wind and rain to Grayson, Kentucky, to join friends we’d known for forty-plus years. The alumni reunion was taking place over the weekend, and we looked forward to spending time with our forever friends.

Our crew of teenage girls met in 1975, while some of us knew each other before we arrived on the campus of Kentucky Christian College. That year in the girls' dorm, God bound us together. Over the course of time, we went our separate ways. I kept in touch with a couple of the girls through letters and brief visits, but it wasn’t the same, until several of us gathered at Helen’s house (she and Terry stayed in Grayson) several years ago. Through Facebook, we’d found each other again, and when we gathered, it was like we’d never been apart.

Like this year, we sang songs, shared prayer needs, hugged, and loved on each other. My soul needed the restoration of these dear friends.

In John 11, Mary, Martha, and Lazarus needed Jesus. Lazarus was sick to the point he died, but Jesus, in His wisdom and knowledge, knew Lazarus would live. Without the dear friendship with Jesus, Lazarus would have stayed in the tomb. When Jesus arrived, Mary questioned why he took so long. This is the time Jesus wept. The bond between Jesus, Mary, and Martha brought the sister’s comfort, and the love Jesus had for Lazarus raised him from the dead.

Our friendships on earth won’t bring people back to life, but they can restore a hurting heart or a weary soul. Fellowship with my friends, who believe Jesus is Christ and God is our Father, fills my soul with joy. I pray you have friends like mine, but more than anything, I pray you are friends with Jesus.

Seek Jesus and fellowship with believers. Jesus listens and loves.

 

Please, Pray

I don't have anything clever to say today. 

My heart is hurting for all the communities devastated 

by Hurricane Helene. 

With family living in Ashville, NC and Greenville, SC, this hit hard. 

The devastation is horrific--loss of lives, resources, 

belongings, businesses, and more.

From where I am in Ohio, I can't do much to help physically, 

but I can pray and there are places to donate financially. 

The photo of the cross at Pretty Place in Camp Greenville 

(who suffered a lot of damage) reminds me 

to pray for family, friends, and everyone caught in the devastation. 

Please pray with me.

 

Embrace the Little

Luke 12:27-31
“Consider how the wildflowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you—you of little faith! And do not set your heart on what you will eat or drink; do not worry about it. For the pagan world runs after all such things, and your Father knows that you need them. But seek his kingdom, and these things will be given to you as well.”

It's the little things.

I miss when I was a child, and I played in the yard among the flowers, soft grass, and trees. For hours, I’d pretend to build houses for fairies and trolls. The days rolled by in simple appreciation of acorns, bark, leaves, and twigs. I never gave thought to how they got there. I just knew discovering a new item for my playtime filled me with joy.

Perhaps that’s why I love walking in the woods, along trails where flowers bloom. And I enjoy nurturing a garden of wildflowers and herbs. Although I appreciate other people’s flowers, the ones planted every year, there’s something magical about the ones which push through the soil every spring on their own, like black-eyed Susan’s, columbines, and daylilies.

When I hike in the park with Tim and Rosie, I adore the changing in flora. Different plants seem to bloom all year. Now with fall in our sights, a sweet little bloom has sprouted. The wild blue aster is no more than a half inch in diameter, yet it is one of the prettiest blossoms on the path. The lavender petals and yellow center add beauty to the woods.

That little flower reminds me “big” things are fine, but the little things often mean the most. By things, I mean moments, delights, hugs, smiles, encouraging words, a butterfly, a child taking my hand, a kiss, a flower, my dog’s faithfulness. So many things seem little, but in reality, they are the big. The blessings bestowed by God. Instead of worrying about the big things, seek God in all things and embrace the blessings.

I’m thankful for every one of you who takes the time to read this blog. That’s a little thing that blesses my heart in a big way.

Happy Fall Y'all!

Sunday marked the beginning of autumn. 

The day came in with ninety-degree temperatures in Ohio.

Even at that, I have the hope the days will cool as the month moves along.

I've watched squirrels gather their stores for the winter,

and talked to folks who have canned their vegetables and fruit.

I prepare by welcoming the season with open arms.

I hope this time of year, whatever it brings, offers you blessing and peace.