When you “Just Don’t Feel Like It” ..

When you “Just Don’t Feel Like It” ..

When you “Just Don’t Feel Like It”   #DoItAnyway How many times have I been there?  Then I remember the men and women fighting around the world, for freedom, for peace, for the innocent. They don’t get that option … so … Continue reading

Trying to find the needle in a haystack

Oddly, this is the first blog I’ve done of this sort.  I guess I say oddly because “what a strange way to accomplish the task”.  I’m on a search.  I’ve lost something very important to me, to my family, and none of us know where to look.  Initial locations have turned up no traces and the realization that it could be anywhere is so daunting that it hurts my heart.  It’s literally like looking for a needle in a haystack.  In the natural realm, there is the chance it might never be found again.  Finding it has consumed my thoughts for two days now.  I even had a dream last night about vandals in my house, destroying everything, and me searching trying to find what I had lost.  I woke with no more clue where to look than I had when I closed my eyes the night before.

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I have a friend that is experiencing the same thing, only what she’s lost is something intangible.  I’m not even absolutely sure how to label what she’s lost.  Whatever it’s named, it’s hurting her deeply.  Looking back, I think I could see something shifting in her life and I desperately tried to help, but ultimately, failed miserably.  As it turns out, I was just informed that she hasn’t even really talked to me about it at all, because I’m told she ‘hates’ talking to me about this stuff.  I guess I’m not a good listener and in trying to honor another request, I’ve been too hard.  This knowledge broke my heart.

So we are both searching for something, simultaneously, and apparently, fruitlessly at the moment.  The only true answer I know is to turn to The Truth and hold on for dear life.  Hebrews 4:12-14 (NLT) tells me “For the word of God is full of living power. It is sharper than the sharpest knife, cutting deep into our innermost thoughts and desires. It exposes us for what we really are. Nothing in all creation can hide from him. Everything is naked and exposed before his eyes. This is the God to whom we must explain all that we have done. That is why we have a great High Priest who has gone to heaven, Jesus the Son of God. Let us cling to him and never stop trusting him“.  Now there’s something I can sink my teeth into:  Let us cling to Him and never stop trusting Him!

The Father knows where both lost things are, both my friend’s and my own, and how to recover them.  Psalm 51:6 (KJV) says “Behold, you desire truth in the inward parts: and in the hidden part thou shalt make me to know wisdom.”  He’ll search the depths of both situations and reveal the hidden things.  He’ll show us both how to recover what we’ve lost.  Worrying won’t help the situation.  Frantic and irrational reactions won’t help the situation.

In both situations, it’s like there was a hijacking of what has been lost.  In the quiet darkness, the enemy has sneaked passed us and twisted his way in, hijacking these things that we hold so dear and valuable.

For myself, I refuse to give up!  Refuse!  I’m on a search and recovery mission.  I’m pressing in hard through prayer to know where to look and how to recover.  I have tied myself off and have, in a sense, the other end of the rope ready to launch to pull my lost thing back to safe keeping.

For my friend, I’m at a loss.  In the natural, what can I really do to assist her?  In the natural, it looks like I made a bigger mess of things by being a fallible friend.  Oh! That I were a stronger, more faithful, more loving, better friend!!  But … I know a friend of hers who IS all of those things.  But let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price.” 1 Peter 3:4 (KJV).  So, I press in for her as well, I press in through prayer: holding fast to this promise, that the thing she has lost  is not corruptible, it can’t truly be lost or permanently hijacked by the enemy, and it is of a “great price” to God, so He’ll go after it.  He’ll follow the hijacker to the depths of hell, if need be, and recover all!

So … I pray.  I pray for both of us; I pray for all of us.  I give the Holy Spirit words to move upon.  I give the Father my hopes, my dreams, my desires, my tears, and my trust.  I pray!

I cling to Him and to His promises, “casting down imaginations,and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ” (2 Cor 10:5).

When all seem lost … I cling to Him:  for myself and for my friend; and I call the lost things home.  Come home, back where you belong!

 

 

 

 

To My Future Wife

Jody K Waddell:

Ladies, have you ever been on a life journey and felt like you weren’t measuring up and “Mr. Right” would never want you even if he found you?

Maybe your are “Mr. Right” and thinking you don’t have much to offer. WRONG! The kind of encouragement this “Prince Charming” offered his unknown future wife is worth more value than all the treasures of the world.

Don’t give up! Don’t back down! Keep going!
The Father loves you and he’s got good plans for you!
All my heart,
Jody

Originally posted on Brett Shoemaker:

Photo on 3-11-12 at 9.36 PM #2 How’s it lookin, good-lookin?

I don’t know who you are yet.  I don’t know what you look like.  I don’t know the color of your eyes.  I don’t know the color of your skin.  I don’t know your name.  There are a lot of things that I don’t know about you, but there are a couple of things that I want you to know.

You’re Already Beautiful.  Congratulations, babe, you did it.  You are already beautiful.  Seriously.  If beauty is a game, you’re a pro.  You are perfect already.  You were beautifully and wonderfully made.  You have nothing to fix.  Let me say that again, you have nothing to fix.  God did not mess-up on you.  I know what society is telling you.  “You have to look like this, wear this, and have this in order to be beautiful.” Nope.  You’re already beautiful.  Beauty is more than what…

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Countdown of Hope: Trial Timeout.

At the request of the author “Little Lamb”, I, Jody, am writing today.  With the trial underway and the jury selected,  the judge has given specific directives that nonone is to be discussing the proceedings outside the courtroom.  So, this series of blogs will continue when the verdict is confirmed and the ban is lifted.  Please continue to pray for this family for strength,  resilience,  clarity of mind, wisdom,  and peace.

Jody

Countdown of Hope: 0 days left: Trial Morning . . . day 1

My apologies for skipping Days 2 and Days 1.  They were busy with packing and traveling.  Though I wanted to be “perfect” and write, I knew my fatigue and increasing feelings of being overwhelmed were warning me not to. I … Continue reading

Countdown of Hope: 3 days. Pressure test. Refusing to collapse.

Present Notes: I was so proud of Mary when I saw her successfully complete her parallel parking driver’s test this morning. That was our biggest concern. When she called me (from the car) and told me she failed the test, … Continue reading

Countdown of Hope: Down to 4.

Personal Notes (for what life was like for us before everything changed at our trial): I just spent over an hour and a half typing an email to reply to our attorney regarding questions that are going to come up … Continue reading

Countdown of Hope: 5 days. Finding Grace in The Storm.

Personal Notes: Life Notes from today  – Overcoming Obstacles Family snuggle time in bed. Back scratching, kids fussing over who gets to snuggle mom, dad semi-involved. Making lists of all the goals for the day. High expectations. Phone started ringing … Continue reading

Countdown of Hope: 6 days of Courage and Grace

(Continued from 1 Week Story – 7 days) The mediator interrupted us with the offer: “They are not authorized to approve anything of one million dollars, and they are offering two hundred thousand. I think they may be willing to … Continue reading

Countdown of Hope: A Week Away. The time has come.

(Continued from 8 Days Story) I went back into the conference room we were in and sat down beside my husband.  The sun was still out. There was a lot of chit chat going on around us. I just remembered … Continue reading