Saturday, October 31, 2009

Be Still...Wait on the Lord

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I was standing outside of the ER at the hospital the other day, waiting for Glen to pick me up. I do this often since a neurosurgeon told me the worst thing I can do for my neck injury is to drive. I have found his words to be true. When I drive, I usually pay the penalty for a week or two afterward with increased neck pain and headaches. To avoid this, my husband graciously acts as my chauffeur in most situations.

As I was standing there waiting, my first temptation was to be irritated at having to wait. After all, our society is now one in which waiting has become a negative thing. We have fast food, fast news, fast entertainment. We expect fast medicine, fast service, fast recoveries. . .from anything. I began to think about waiting and about the rush in which our society has found itself. The verse came to mind immediately, "Be still and know I am God" (Psalm 46:10)

Be still. How foreign that seems these days to be still and wait. But if we don't be still and wait on the Lord, how can we hear His voice? How can we know His will?

As I write this, my sweet beagle Sparrow is cuddled up next to me as close as possible. I love Sparrow so much and one of the reasons is because she teaches me so much. She teaches me about how I should respond to the Lord, and how my feelings for her are a tiny shadow of what the Lord feels for me.

When we leave in the morning for the hospital, Sparrow often gets to ride with us (she loves car rides.) But she will stand still and watch me, her eyes looking to me for guidance, waiting to see when I start to leave. She doesn't rush ahead of me. When I start to walk toward the door, then she follows.

Each morning, her simple act of respect and love touches my heart. Her acknowledgment of me as her authority and leader humbles me and strengthens my role at the same time.

When I come home in the afternoon, she is waiting at the door, not only her tail wagging, but her whole body wagging in joy. She is thrilled when I bend over and pet her and talk to her about her day. And I am thrilled that she has come to greet me with such obvious devotion.

How much more must be the relationship we have with our Lord. When we still ourselves to see that "He is God", and in doing so acknowledge His authority and Headship in our lives, how much it must touch His heart. When we come to Him in devotion and love, how His heart is thrilled and filled with joy.

He loves us. He cares for us. He joys over us with singing. We must only let ourselves be still. Be still and we will know that He alone is our God. And we will know that He alone is enough.

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Friday, October 30, 2009

A Mother's Heart in War. . .6-7-04. . .Day One

The Friday entries of "The Powder Room" are currently from a journal which I started when we found out our son was going to be deployed with the United States Marine Corps to Iraq. The journal was not written with the intention that it would ever be read by anyone else, much less published in any way. There are feelings in the journal that are deep and true and I wasn't sure at first I wanted to share them. But there are many sons and daughters still serving in our armed forces and I think it might be good to share "a mother's heart" with you what those other mothers may be facing. The entries are shared as a tribute to my son and his service to our country, and to all those sons and daughters who continue to willingly place themselves in harm's way for the protection and preservation of liberty.


June 7, 2004 Day One

It was a very hard day. the morning started with distracting myself from what was to happen in the afternoon. It seemed as if Noah would never return from the Unit, but I didn't mind the delay too much -- it kept that inevitable moment at bay longer. then, more abruptly than I thought it should happen, the moment was upon us. We gathered on the carport while Glen prayer -- I had to concentrate on other things to keep from turning into a mass of tears. Then Em and I and the Glen said goodbye first, so that Aimee and Noah could have time alone.

Once again eloquence neglected me. I had such a fragile grasp on control, I could only manage to say, "I love you son." After a quick kiss on the cheek, I walked away and retreated to the dark quiet of my bedroom and burst into tears. I knew that sometime while I was in there, he drove away and not watching that truck leave seemed much more difficult than watching the van pull away toward Parris Island three years earlier.

Overall, the emotions of the day were much harder than I had imagined but deep within a quiet peace prevailed. It is a strange combination, this deep intense emotion in the feelings and the quiet calm in the Spirit.

Then came the smile in tanglible form. . .a knock on the door and then Glen handed me a beautiful arrangement of flowers. How surprised I was to read the card:

Thinking of You

Anita Sonja Sheila Nycole

The thoughtfulness of friends at work brought more tears, but grateful ones. Like a blanket on a cold day, their love wrapped around me and warmed my aching soul.

It reminded me of Aimee, after I had said goodbye to Noah and had come into the house, she hugged me and said, "Don't cry, he'll be okay." And I had thought I would be comforting her!

I was a hard day, a very hard day, but in some respects, a very good day, too.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Where Is The Wind?

As I was standing outside the hospital this afternoon, I was enjoying the brisk breeze across my

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face. I watched the trees swish and sway with the wind and I thought of the verse:

"The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit." John 3:8

Try as I might, I could not see the wind. I could see leaves moving, I could see branches bending. I could feel my hair swirling around my head, but I could not see the wind itself. I could feel it on my face, and it's coolness was a refreshing promise of fall finally coming to the warmer part of our country. But I could not see the wind.

Recently, I have had the pleasure of coming in contact with several people with whom I went to high school, and some of the teachers at the school as well. I have enjoyed reconnecting and catching up with these familiar faces from the past, and it has made me look backward at the path my life has carved through time.

While those days were going on, I often was unaware that the Lord was the "wind" pushing me along a certain turn in the path. Sometimes I just thought I was making my own choice, even though some -- like the choice to become a nurse -- seemed to just come out of the blue. Looking back though, I can easily see the leaves blown by, the branches bent. . .all the traces of the "wind" in my life. It humbles me, it makes me so grateful, to think that a merciful God was watching out for me and leading me, even when I thought I was leading myself.

Oh, thank you Lord for parents that surely prayed for me often!

Here in the Deep South, when the days are hot and humid, the worst of all are when there is no wind, no breeze, no respite to the oven we call our climate. Sometimes in our lives we walk through some "dog days" (sorry, Sparrow) as well. But the "wind" is still there.

"The Lord's hand is not shortened, that it cannot save; neither His ear heavy, that it cannot hear:" Isaiah 59:1.

He is still leading, still guiding. It is His work that He has promised "He which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ" Philippians 1:6.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Dressed for the Job. . .

Several weeks ago, Glen and I were out kayaking in the bay and we were navigating around a mass of reeds. I had held out my paddle to push away from the edge and made a comment about it being my "sword". It reminded me of the Armour of God listed in Ephesians Chapter 6:

"Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand. Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness; And your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace; Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked. And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God: Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and watching thereunto with all perseverance and supplication for all saints."

When we go kayaking, we must be "dressed" for the job we are doing. We must have our "armour" on, or we won't be safe and we won't be effective. Thinking on this, I began to correlate the passage in Ephesians to the things we take and wear while kayaking:

Loins gird about with truth - in the summer I wear a bathing suit; in cold I wear neoprene. One keeps me cool, the other keeps me warm. Keeping my body in the right temperature range is important out on the water. Too hot, or too cold can both create problems when far from shore.

Breastplate of righteousness - my personal flotation device, well-fitting and buckled. The most literal definition of righteousness means, "he who is what he ought to be". Well, a good kayaker is one who is first of all, safe. The first and most important measure of safety while boating is a proper fitting and properly applied PFD.

Feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace - I always wear my water shoes; in the cold I add the wonderful waterproof socks Glen just bought me. The water shoes are to protect my feet from shells or rocks that might be on the riverbed. If I should need to get out of my boat, I would need sure footing and the shoes give me that.

The Shield of Faith - the one thing that shields me from the water and the gators -- my boat. There would be no kayaking without the kayak!

Helmet of Salvation - I always wear a hat and sunglasses. The hat saves my skin from the sun's rays as the sunglasses protect my eyes.

The Sword of the Spirit - My paddle without which I could not navigate the river. The paddle not only propels me, but it provides direction. Without it, I would be at the mercy of the current to just float whatever way the current would toss me. The paddle allows me to steer and turn my boat and direct it in the way that I know it should go.

Praying always for the saints -- I find the peaceful quiet of the kayak a wonderful place for prayer. The sights and quiet sounds of the river lend themselves to thoughts of the One who created all in sight.

We know that all the seven parts of the Armour of God are fulfilled in the Lord Jesus and provided for the Christian through Him. I like to think that He is also providing Himself as those things in our "armour" for the kayak as we travel up and down the rivers, across the bays and along the creeks. We know without question that as we paddle, He is our safety and always He is our safe harbor.

(You can also view this entry on our blog about kayaking, beyond the bow.)

Dressed for the Job

Several weeks ago, Glen and I were out kayaking in the bay and we were navigating around a mass of reeds. I had held out my paddle to push away from the edge and made a comment about it being my "sword". It reminded me of the Armour of God listed in Ephesians Chapter 6:

"Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand. Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness; And your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace; Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked. And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God: Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and watching thereunto with all perseverance and supplication for all saints."

When we go kayaking, we must be "dressed" for the job we are doing. We must have our "armour" on, or we won't be safe and we won't be effective. Thinking on this, I began to correlate the passage in Ephesians to the things we take and wear while kayaking:

Loins gird about with truth - in the summer I wear a bathing suit; in cold I wear neoprene. One keeps me cool, the other keeps me warm. Keeping my body in the right temperature range is important out on the water. Too hot, or too cold can both create problems when far from shore.
Breastplate of righteousness - my personal flotation device, well-fitting and buckled. The most literal definition of righteousness means, "he who is what he ought to be". Well, a good kayaker is one who is first of all, safe. The first and most important measure of safety while boating is a proper fitting and properly applied PFD.

Feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace - I always wear my water shoes; in the cold I add the wonderful waterproof socks Glen just bought me. The water shoes are to protect my feet from shells or rocks that might be on the riverbed. If I should need to get out of my boat, I would need sure footing and the shoes give me that.

The Shield of Faith - the one thing that shields me from the water and the gators -- my boat. There would be no kayaking without the kayak!

Helmet of Salvation - I always wear a hat and sunglasses. The hat saves my skin from the sun's rays as the sunglasses protect my eyes.

The Sword of the Spirit - My paddle without which I could not navigate the river. The paddle not only propels me, but it provides direction. Without it, I would be at the mercy of the current to just float whatever way the current would toss me. The paddle allows me to steer and turn my boat and direct it in the way that I know it should go.

Praying always for the saints -- I find the peaceful quiet of the kayak a wonderful place for prayer. The sights and quiet sounds of the river lend themselves to thoughts of the One who created all in sight.

We know that all the seven parts of the Armour of God are fulfilled in the Lord Jesus and provided for the Christian through Him. I like to think that He is also providing Himself as those things in our "armour" for the kayak as we travel up and down the rivers, across the bays and along the creeks. We know without question that as we paddle, He is our safety and always He is our safe harbor.


(You can also see this entry in our blog, The Powder Room - An Orange Moon Journal for Women.)







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Friday, October 23, 2009

A Mother's Heart in War . . . 5-30-2004

The Friday entries of "The Powder Room" are currently from a journal which I started when we found out our son was going to be deployed with the United States Marine Corps to Iraq. The journal was not written with the intention that it would ever be read by anyone else, much less published in any way. There are feelings in the journal that are deep and true and I wasn't sure at first I wanted to share them. But there are many sons and daughters still serving in our armed forces and I think it might be good to share "a mother's heart" with you what those other mothers may be facing. The entries are shared as a tribute to my son and his service to our country, and to all those sons and daughters who continue to willingly place themselves in harm's way for the protection and preservation of liberty.

May 30, 2004

There is always some sense of excitement in preparing for a trip -- the planning, the preparing, the packing, checking and double-checking lists to make sure nothing is forgotten. But the stacks of drab olive green belongings in the living room speak of another trip. A trip of business, purpose: a trip of war.

As the days tick by it still seems so unreal, almost like he will be going off to one of those special forces schools, instead of going to some far away country. I remember the day he left for boot camp, a day when going without seeing him for three months seemed impossible to bear. But the Lord was faithful and carried us through the waiting. The Lord has not changed, His arm is not shortened. He will be and do what He has always been and done. . .Faithful and Abundantly Sufficient.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

All Alone

It was a strange feeling, to suddenly realize I was all alone.

Glen had gone to run errands, Marie was at work and Emmie had gone to a school function. Only Sparrow and I were left at the house. As I took her for a walk, I realized it was one of the rare times when I found myself alone. Not one of the rare times during the day when I found myself alone, one of the rare times in my life when I found myself alone.

I lived with my parents until I was twenty-one, when I married Glen. Two years (minus 9 days) later, the babies started coming. Except for a couple business trips I had to take to Dallas, Glen and I have never been apart. We never went on trips without our children, we preferred to stay home with them rather than travel without them.

Over ten years ago, a neurosurgeon told me the worst thing I could do for my neck was to drive. Since then I have driven myself to very few places. Instead, my husband graciously provides chauffeur services for me. So I find myself alone very rarely, even driving to work.

I am not a person who dislikes solitude. Being basically shy and introverted, the peace and quiet solitude brings suits my personality well. It reminds me of how much like my father I am, while I know I am so much like my mother as well.

Being alone, though, can be a fearful thing. Perhaps if I didn't have the company of the world's most wonderful beagle, Sparrow Jean, the Wonder Dog (as I have begun to call her lately), I would feel the fear of aloneness more.

The truth of the matter, however, is that I can never be alone. The Lord Jesus lives inside of me and I live and move and have my being in Him. I am surrounded, inside and out with the Lord. I can never leave Him and He will never leave me. Never, ever will I be alone. No matter where I go, no matter what situation in which I find myself, He will be there with me.

What comfort! What encouragement! What peace! Never alone.

"For He hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee."
Hebrews 13:5

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Safe and Warm. . .


Glen and I had a cold Saturday.

We began our morning with a chilly sunrise on the river. The temperature was 55 degrees and the wind was blowing against us most of the way. (Read more about our kayaking trip at our kayaking blog, beyond the bow.)

Our day ended at a football stadium which is known for the wind whipping through the stands. As we cheered the local college football team, we once again found ourselves cold and shivering.

Being familiar with this stadium from our oldest daughter's high school band days, we had dressed well for the chill of the game. I had on two shirts, a sweater and a leather jacket and a shawl over that, but the wind still seemed to pierce right through me.

At one point, Glen suggested I sit in front of him and lean back against him. His body blocked the wind and he wrapped his arms around me to help keep me warm. It was such a comforting and comfortable feeling. . . a feeling of safety and of being protected. It was a feeling of rest, as if all I had to do was to lean back and let him take care of everything for me. (That is unless our team was to suddenly make a great play, then we would both be on our feet!)

That feeling of comfort, peace and security made me think of how perfectly at ease and secure we are in the Lord Jesus. No one can pluck us out of His hand and He is everything we could ever need. It brought to mind this old hymn by Fanny Crosby:



Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe on His gentle breast,
There by His love o'ershaded,
Sweetly my soul doth rest.
Hark! 'tis a song of heaven
Borne in the sweetest voice,
Echoed by saints in spirit,
Making my heart rejoice.

Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe on His gentle breast,

There by His love o'ershaded,

Sweetly my soul doth rest.


Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe from corroding care,
Safe from the world's temptations,
Sin cannot harm me there.
Free from the blight of sorrow,
Free from my doubts and fears;
Only a few more trials,
Only a few more tears.

Jesus, my heart's dear Refuge,
Jesus has died for me;
Firm on the Rock of Ages
Ever my trust shall be.
Here let me wait with patience,
Wait till the night is o'er,
Wait till I see the morning
Break on the golden shore.

Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe on His gentle breast,

There by His love o'ershaded,

Sweetly my soul doth rest.



"Now unto Him that is able to do
exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think,

according to the power that worketh in us,
Unto Him be glory in the church
by Christ Jesus throughout all ages,

world without end.
Amen. "
Ephesians 3:20,21
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Monday, October 19, 2009

Upon Every Remembrance

I was making a card for a friend the other day and I pulled out a packet of Bible verses printed on Vellum that someone had given me for use in cardmaking. The verses were beautifully printed in different fonts and colors and one particular caught my eye:

"I thank my God upon every remembrance of you, " (Philippians 1:3)


I would have really loved to have used that particular sheet of Vellum for it was particularly beautiful. Only, I knew in my heart it wasn't true coming from me. I am very sad to say that I can't say about anyone that every time I remember them, I pray for them and thank the Lord for them. I wish that were true.

When I first began to ponder that, I thought, "Wow, those Philippians must have really been something that every time Paul thought about them it led him to pray and to thank God for them." It didn't take but a minute or two for that thought to be turned around in my head to this one, "Wow, what kind of walk with the Lord did Paul have that every time he thought of someone, he prayed for them."

I remember being given some wise advice once by an older nurse who probably never knew the impact of the words she shared with me. I had asked her how she could continually be so polite to physicians who were rude and demeaning to us as nurses. I didn't think they deserved her respect or politeness. She replied, "I don't treat them that way because of who they are, I treat them that way because of who I am."

Paul prayed for the Philippians not only because of who and what they were, but primarily because of who and what he was. And living inside of us as believers is the same Lord Jesus, the same Holy Spirit as lived in Paul. Because of our salvation our hearts have been created in true righteousness and holiness, but our minds need renewing. We need to think differently about what and when and how we think. . .about what it is important to think about. We need to remember to pray when we remember. The Lord has not put someone on our mind for no reason.

So may we "be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God." Romans 12:2

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Many As One


Today while we were kayaking, we had the wonderful pleasure of seeing a flock of birds fly over us in formation. Their precision was beautiful to behold. As we sat on our kayaks watching them, I told Glen about some things I had remembered hearing about birds in formation.

The instincts in birds and animals are programmed by their Creator for specific purposes and are not random occurrences. We are told that birds fly in formation for several reasons. First, this formation reduces the air drag that each bird experiences and therefore they have lower heart rates while flying than birds that fly alone. This makes them able to travel farther with less effort. The birds rotate the lead position, which is the bird that experiences the most resistance and has to work the hardest. They also rotate the outer tip positions, because those two positions also experience more resistance.

Flying in a V fomation also allows each bird to have the others in their field of vision. This helps them to communicate with each other and to keep track of each other within the group. If one bird must fall out of formation because of illness or injury, two others will fall out with that bird to help and to offer protection.

As Glen and I watched these birds perform this before us, we mentioned how like the Body of Christ this was. We are all united in a wondrous bond that can never be broken. We support each other, we are part of a team, a group -- a Body. What affects one member, affects all in some way. We must remain close so that we can easily communicate, to keep track of each other, to help and protect those who become ill or injured.

We have a great power among ourselves of which we are so rarely aware. The power of praying for other believers in the Body of Christ is not a futile or rote repetition. This is something that has great significance and consequence. Let us take our responsibility in the formation very seriously and remember to "pray without ceasing" for our other members and to ask the Lord to reveal to us areas where He would have us help, support and protect them otherwise.
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Trip 23 October 17, 2009 Apalachee River

Air Temp: 72°
Water Temp: 55
°

Wind: 19-23 mph


FRANCES: This was the latest in the season we have ever kayaked, and easily the coldest we have ever gone out. The water temperature was 72 ° but the air temperature was only 55°. Adding to that, when we started out the wind was at 19mph with gusts to 23mph. By the time we came back the wind was up to 23mph and gusting to 29mph. (I have this info from a Marine buoy which sends back hourly data!)


We were fairly well prepared for our first "cold" journey out. Glen had waterproof pants, I had neoprene pants and waterproof shorts. We wore layers up top. Glen thought of wearing gloves, which was the only thing I wished I had remembered and didn't. We even had a thermos of hot chocolate to share on the river later in our journey.

We had decided before we even reached the put-in that we would NOT go ten miles like last week and that we would just go slow and easy. Looking out over the bay, it was easy to tell it was low tide, so I also added to our lists of "nots" that we not go into Mobile Bay. I didn't feel like being a gondolier again today.


As we started out, I was really impressed by my new waterproof socks. Glen had made a special trip to purchase them for me and surprised me with them after work yesterday. Never in my life did I imagine I would be at the point where a pair of waterproof socks would excite me, but they did. Especially this morning when I first put my feet in that chilly water and my feet stayed dry and relatively warm. To give credit where it is due, they are called Sealskin and you can find them at www.danalco.com.


The water was a little choppy as we first set out, but I had expected that. I had looked at the Marine forecast last night and saw that we would have some wind to deal with, hopefully though, it would be in our favor.
I had only brought one camera with me, so I didn't bother setting up the paddle rig for my video. Looking ahead toward the sunrise, it was interesting to see the fog rise up off the river. Try as I might, I couldn't capture on the camera what my eyes were seeing.

We decided to travel up river and the paddle was quiet, peaceful and very enjoyable. For the most part, I was dry. I could feel a little bit of water seep through the seam of my neoprene shorts, but that was all. The only part of me that was really cold were my hands. I even pulled my sleeves down over my hands and tried to paddle like that, but unfortunately my steering was less than optimal.


We reached an hour out and decided to stop and enjoy our hot chocolate. It was so nice to have that while we rested. At some point during our rest, Glen pointed out to me that the water was actually warm. I dipped my hand in and found it to be much warmer than the air! After than, I frequently put my hands in the water to warm them. It seemed so odd doing that when I was used to putting my hands in the water to feel the coolness of the river.


As we rested, the strong current -- aided by the increasing winds -- carried us back almost to Chacaloochee Bay. We had to cross the river first, and go against the strong wind and the strong current, but it didn't take long to reach the bay. We had thought at that point the current would just take us in, but we were wrong. We were still against the current. As we paddled closer to the put-in, the wind really increased. It was so much harder to paddle against the current, that I was stabbing the paddle into the water and having to pull hard on my abdominals to force my boat against the current. Water was spraying up over my bow and all over my legs and arms.

When we were finally even with the put-in, all we had to do was line the bow toward shore and the current literally pushed us all the way in.
I think this was the first time ever I was really ready to get out of the water. I was tired after fighting the current twice. When I went to stand up, my legs were so tired from bracing against the boat to help paddle, I almost fell down.

Once we were out of the water, and into the wind, we really began to feel cold. We loaded the boats as quickly as we could and rushed home to a hot bath and shower.
I really enjoyed this colder kayaking experience more than I thought I would, but I will bring gloves before I go out again.

Friday, October 16, 2009

A Mother's Heart in War. . . 5-26-2004

The Friday entries of "The Powder Room" are currently from a journal which I started when we found out our son was going to be deployed with the United States Marine Corps to Iraq. The journal was not written with the intention that it would ever be read by anyone else, much less published in any way. There are feelings in the journal that are deep and true and I wasn't sure at first I wanted to share them. But there are many sons and daughters still serving in our armed forces and I think it might be good to share "a mother's heart" with you what those other mothers may be facing. The entries are shared as a tribute to my son and his service to our country, and to all those sons and daughters who continue to willingly place themselves in harm's way for the protection and preservation of liberty.

May 26, 2004

Well, it came. Wrapped in plain brown paper, no stamps or insignias, just two plain white labels. It came, just the same, this package of information, speaking so matter of factly of my son's deployment. No marking on the envelope could begin to tell the importance of the information within.

I read the contents, looked over the checklists, read the advice with interest, but so little of it seemed to apply to me. Most of it was for spouses and children. There was nothing about how to send your only son to war, and even as I write these words, I am struck by the fact that there is One who has been where I am.

There is One who knowingly, even lovingly, sent His only Son to death. That sending, that death was the darkest moment in human history and yet was the most glorious event of all eternity.

Sometimes I wonder that I don't feel more fear -- surely the Lord can't make my heart this peaceful, but there is little fear there. I feel sadness, for a year is a long time to go without seeing your son -- and I think of all the family times that will be less joyful because he is not here. I feel sadness for the grief Emily will feel at being separated from the brother she adores. And I feel sadness for Aimee -- a year is a long time to an eighteen year-old girl.

I feel sadness for Noah, too. Sadness for the things he will miss, for the comforts he will do without, for the sights and sounds and memories he will forever try to erase from his mind. But as for his safety -- he belongs to the Lord, and he always has. I feel certain that the Lord knows that this is exactly what Noah needs to draw him closer to the Lord. I am sure that in the dark of night when bullets fly, Noah's heart will cry out to the only One who is his safety -- the Lord Jesus. And as always, He will be the Answer.


Thursday, October 15, 2009

A Mother's Heart in War. . .4-19-2004

The Friday entries of "The Powder Room" are currently from a journal which I started when we found out our son was going to be deployed with the United States Marine Corps to Iraq. The journal was not written with the intention that it would ever be read by anyone else, much less published in any way. There are feelings in the journal that are deep and true and I wasn't sure at first I wanted to share them. But there are many sons and daughters still serving in our armed forces and I think it might be good to share "a mother's heart" with you what those other mothers may be facing. The entries are shared as a tribute to my son and his service to our country, and to all those sons and daughters who continue to willingly place themselves in harm's way for the protection and preservation of liberty.

April 19, 2004

Noah is still home. But Noah is not home. The closer we get to his departure date (whatever it is, because we don't know), the more away from home he is. This is just a depository for his things. And even when he is here, I feel like he isn't here. There seems to be so little emotional attachment for him here that I wonder just how long it has been since I have touched the "real" Noah -- you know the one -- the tenderhearted, witty, laughing, Noah.

Does the prospect of war loom so heavily upon him that it oppresses his thoughts even now? Does the specter of separation from those he loves haunt him so much that he has already begun the separation himself? Is there some knowledge, some fear, some question that presses so hard and so heavily on him that he must keep a distance from those who love him so much? I have no answers for these questions, but one of my favorite pictures comes to mind.

In this picture I am sitting on the bedroom floor in the old house, doing something like putting on makeup. Around my neck is a pasta necklace, obviously a present crafted from little hands. Sitting next to me is a young Noah. In this picture it seems as if he is telling a story and I am listening while going about my activity. I love this little glimpse of life passed by when Noah loved to relate every detail of every event. He was such a wonderful storyteller -- no twist in the plot was left unveiled, no detail, no matter how trivial, was deleted. An oh, those marvelous little boy sound effects! How do little boys learn to mimic cars and boats and engines so well? You could always depend upon Noah's stories to somehow make you laugh. Not that the stories were always funny, mind you. It was just that he took so much joy in the telling of them and that joy would spill over into your own heart. Oh, to hear one more little boy story!

But that isn't what makes that picture so special. Nor is it because a little toddling Emmie is also in the picture. It is because in this picture Noah is sitting as close to me as possible. Our backs are propped up against the wall and our legs are outstretched and Noah is sitting close to his Momma. Ever since he was old enough to walk away from me, Noah loved to be physicially close. There could be an abundance of couches and chairs in a room, but Noah was going to choose to sit right next to you -- in your lap if at all possible. Even when he became a bigger boy, too big for lap sitting, he would edge his way as close as possible. But by this time he had learned to ask for a back scratch as well, and he usually got one!

I knew the day Noah left in that van for boot camp that my "little boy" was gone forever, but little did I know the tenderhearted laughing, loving son would be buried so deep beneath the Kevlar and cammies. These days Noah walks around with a sort of Rhett Butler-ish swagger that gives the world the impression he is saying the same thing that Rhett did, that "Frankly, Scarlett, . . ." Well, you know the rest.

I can only pray that one day Noah will take that turn in the road most young adults do and realize the people who love him most in the world are the ones who have prayed for him everyday of his life. Perhaps one day Noah will come in and sit close to me again, just for the sheer pleasure to sit next to his Momma. And you can be very sure he'll get a back scratch out of it, too!


Monday, October 5, 2009

Last to be "Chosen"

During a group discussion the other morning, my husband was giving the example of children picking sides for teams to play games. He spoke of how it caused a sense of pride in the hearts of the young men who were chosen first by the team captains. As I looked around the table at the group of adults, I realized they all had been fine athletes as children and everyone at the table had been familiar with the feeling of which he was speaking.

Everyone except me.

As a child I was chunky and slow, clumsy and uncoordinated. As the teams would start to line up on the playground, dread would fill my heart. Each time a captain would look over the group to pick a team member, my hopes would soar, and each time my hopes would be turned into disappointment as someone else's name was called. Finally, I would be the only one left and the last captain would be forced to reluctantly take me on as a liability for their team.

I grew up both fearing not being chosen and being familiar with the feeling as well. Now to be fair, there were a couple of times I was chosen during my school years. I was chosen as the editor of my high school yearbook and I was in a singing group -- not the "A" group, or the "B" group, or even the "C" group, but not rejected entirely!

What a joy for me then to read these verses in Ephesians:

"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ: According as He hath chosen us in Him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and without blame before Him in love: " (Ephesians 1:3,4)

Chosen, finally, I am chosen!

Ah, but let me read it again, lest my heart - like those athletic boys on the childhood playground -- turn to pride. "Chosen us in Him". Chosen in Him. I was chosen because of my relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ. Not because of my merit, my skill or my goodness, only because I was found "in Him".

After the Lord told Noah to build the ark, those that went into the ark with him were saved from the flood. "And Noah only remained alive, and they that were with him in the ark."(Genesis 7:23) His sons and their wives and his wife were safe because of their relationship to Noah. It was Noah who had "found grace in the eyes of the LORD" and "walked with God." (Genesis 6:8,9)

Noah and his ark are a shadow of the greater truth, that I have grace and mercy with the Father because I am found in the Lord Jesus by "redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of His grace;" (Ephesians 1:7)

I may not have been chosen for all those teams on those playgrounds so long ago, and many tears were shed in my heart for that. But Hallelujah, I have been chosen in Him, and how much greater, how much sweeter, how much more wonderful to be a part of Him for all eternity.


"But of Him are ye in Christ Jesus, who of God is made unto us wisdom, and righteousness, and sanctification, and redemption." 1Corinthians 1:30

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Another Sunrise, Another Glory. . . October 4, 2009


GLEN: If we have our druthers, that is, if schedule and weather permit, Frances and I will see the Saturday sunrise in the water and aboard our kayaks.

Sometimes I wonder if we'll ever get tired of the dawn's first light, and if I'll ever see the rising sun without a tear falling from my eyes. I doubt it. Indeed, if we could be on the water every morning for every sunrise, we'd be there. They're all different, and all beautiful in their own special way. Some shine through clouds, and are often the most amazing to behold. Some ascend from the eastern horizon by themselves, and ignite the waters with fiery sparkles. And some do a little of both, as clouds give way to clear sky, and bless us with a varied display of light too sublimely splendid to describe.

All speak. "The heavens declare the glory of God." Without being mystical, I can hear a voice, the voice, in the sunrise. It speaks without words, and tells our spirits of glories that have always been, and will always be. It speaks of God as Creator and sustainer of all things. It speaks of His beauty and power. It speaks of His faithfulness, promising with perfect assurance that the sun will rise for us every morning, and that "day and night shall not cease."

Most of all, it speaks of the Lord Jesus, "the sun of righteousness risen with healing in His wings." This is the thought that brings the tears to my eyes, because this is the love and hope and grace and mercy and all of God so lovingly made available to us. Yes, if we had our druthers, we'd be there waiting for the sunrise on the water every morning, the sunrise that, as the One it so wonderfully images, will never disappoint.

FRANCES: As we put-in this Saturday, I had similar thoughts. I was putting the half of a paddle upon which I attach the video camera, into the scupper hole of my kayak and I had the thought, "Do I want to video the sunrise this morning? Am I getting tired of photos of sunrises?" I went ahead and put the camera on the paddle and put the s
econd camera in the waterproof bag around my neck and paddled off.

A few minutes later, as we were paddling toward the sun, we were blessed with a new sunrise: beautiful, glorious and worthy of both the video and still camera, neither of which could capture the wondrous beauty we were watching with our eyes and hearts.

Our trip today was interesting for us. This was the latest in the season we have ever kayaked. At 58 degrees, it was also the coolest ambient temperature in which we have ever paddled. I took the opportunity to try out my neoprene shorts which I had hoped would be waterproof. They were not. They did, however, add a layer of warmth that was nice. The water te
mperature was still around 78, so it was not too much of a shock when we put our feet in the water. There was a steady breeze all day, turning into a good wind later on, which either hindered or helped us, depending upon which direction we were heading.

We started out about 6:30 am and low tide was at 8:34. That affected us a great deal as we entered Mobie Bay. For several parts of our 10-mile journey, we found ourselves in about 6 inches of water. I felt more like a gondolier than a kayaker. In fact, at one point, I told Glen I felt like I could move faster if I would just get out of the boat and pick up the bow and drag the kayak behind me.

With clear skies, we were able to complete our trek to the side of the bay that was interrupted last time. On the way back we were treated to a view of beautiful wildlife enjoying the sun.

Once we got back to Chacalooche Bay, we had the delightful discovery that the current was with us. In fact, we wouldn't have even needed to paddle if we had all day to just float back to the put-in. As it was, we were able to just add our steering to the current to get us back to the car.

It always surprises me that no matter how tired I am at the end of a trip, and even though I may really be ready to go home, I am never ready to get out of the water. There is just something in me that loves being on and in the water. I guess now I know why my Daddy loved being at sea so much.

Friday, October 2, 2009

A Mother's Heart in War. . .1-31-2004

The Friday entries of "The Powder Room" are currently from a journal which I started when we found out our son was going to be deployed with the United States Marine Corps to Iraq. The journal was not written with the intention that it would ever be read by anyone else, much less published in any way. There are feelings in the journal that are deep and true and I wasn't sure at first I wanted to share them. But there are many sons and daughters still serving in our armed forces and I think it might be good to share "a mother's heart" with you what those other mothers may be facing. The entries are shared as a tribute to my son and his service to our country, and to all those sons and daughters who continue to willingly place themselves in harm's way for the protection and preservation of liberty.

January 31, 2004

It is an odd thing, this specter of war which hangs over us. We do not really talk about it, but not a day goes by that it doesn't enter my mind. Then I think too, of what our son is trained to do. He doesn't repair military automobiles, he doesn't run the supply chain. he is part of the eyes and ears of the Corps. I think I would like it better if it was just "Recon". Something about adding that one little word, "Force".

Well, he is the Lord's and his safety is completely the Lord's. I pray that he will be ready for what he has been trained to do. Oh, I don't mean I pray that he has been trained enough, or I pray that his body is in good enough shape. No, I'll leave that up to the United States Marine Corps. What I mean is I pray his heart is ready. I pray that he isn't trusting in his own might and his own strength but in the Lord, I would want to hear that affirmation of faith from his lips and to know that his heart was at peace because his mind was because his mind was stayed on Him who is his real strength. I trust the Lord will use these days to work that in his heart.