Is God Trying To Get Your Attention?

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We were taking my mother (aka Grammy) home one night. It was a routine drive through some residential back roads. Suddenly, a car flew across an intersection directly in front of us. I instinctively slammed on the brakes. The driver had run a stop sign and was going full speed ahead. He missed barreling into our car and t-boning us by two seconds. The thought of this set my heart to pounding.

I pulled off to the side of the road. Heart still racing, I said, “Let’s pray”, to my mother and daughter, who was buckled in the back seat.

“Dear Lord, thank you for saving our lives tonight, in the name of Jesus, Amen.”

We continued on our way, although I was still shaking.  I recounted what had happened, as I needed to process it myself and I wanted my young daughter to understand the significance. If we had passed through that intersection just two seconds sooner, I most likely would have been killed or critically injured. Continue reading Is God Trying To Get Your Attention? →

Freedom

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Freedom. It wasn’t something we had to think about when we were young. Freedom was playing with your friends down the street and being home in time for dinner. Free to play. Free to just be.

We learned in school what freedom meant in terms of our country. July 4th. Independence Day. A celebration of what we gained from those who went before us. Fireworks. A free nation. Under God. Indivisible. With liberty and justice for all.

As the years went on, freedom became something different. More like a representation of what we didn’t have. Responsibilities now weighed us down, and stole our “free” time away. You couldn’t just play anymore. You couldn’t just be. Schedules took over. Lives became busy. Too busy. Nobody thought much about what freedom meant. Until it was taken away.

Now the threat looms. Those who would choose to steal our freedom are in the background, planning their next attack.  It’s scary. It’s real. It’s too close for comfort. Continue reading Freedom →

Up The Ladder

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At the lake, my husband contemplated a jump off of the high dive. He hadn’t done this in many years. “I’ll wait until the line is shorter,” he declared. I thought he was just stalling.

One after the other a group of teenagers climbed up the ladder and went off into the water, never missing a beat, or their chance to perform in front of the others. It was fun to watch the energy of their youthful antics.

As we looked on, a young boy slowly made his way to the ladder. He stepped up, then stopped. Gingerly, he reached his hands up a bit higher and stepped up to the next rung. He stopped again. His father came up to the ladder and prompted him to continue. Continue reading Up The Ladder →

Change Is Good

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“Change is good.” A radiologist I’d worked with for many years said this to me. He even scribbled it in the group card handed to me at a farewell party.  I wasn’t feeling that way. I was leaving my job of nine years and moving on to a new one. It was a choice I had to make, not one that I welcomed. Going through a divorce, I simply needed more money.

I’d also injured my back that year. Change is good? I didn’t think so. In fact, I had the main risk factors for a heart attack: a change in health, marital status and employment. I felt as if my life were sinking to a new low. Tough times were behind and ahead, and I was unsure if I would make it through.

Change is good? I wanted to shout at the doctor instead, NO. Life is hard!

Back in 7th grade sociology, I remember learning that people are resistant to change. “But we’ve always done it this way” was a phrase often used.

Change is difficult. Some welcome it. I did not. A whole new world awaited me. I wanted the safety of the old one. Even if it wasn’t ideal, even though there were way too many struggles and difficulties, as least I could depend on what it was. There were no surprises. I’d become accustomed to my miserable existence.

As I began my new job as an agency tech, I realized unless I turned to the Lord for help, I simply wasn’t going to make it. My own strength was not going to be enough. I felt weak, lost and alone, yet I was expected to work fast, accurately and confidently.

During my nearly one hour drive to work each day, I turned to my Christian music cds to inspire and energize me. I listened. I sang along. I prayed. My prayers were simple. I didn’t ask for much, just the strength for the day at hand.  “Lord, just help me through this day.”

As I entered the doors of each hospital I was assigned to, I stood up straight, held my head up high, and spoke with the confidence I wasn’t feeling. As time went on, I began to feel the sureness in my abilities that I was outwardly displaying in my corner of the world.

Although my time with the agency was not quite a year, I can say it was time well spent. I look back at it now, and see how much I grew. I went from a person afraid of her own shadow, to the confident worker I wanted to be. I could do anything I set my mind to.

But I didn’t do this on my own. The Lord was with me every step of the way. I prayed heading in to work each day, and I thanked him at the end as I headed back to my car.

Is change good? At the time, it may not seem that way. Ultimately, it can work for your benefit.

Trust the journey. Be open to the growth that can come. But first and foremost, trust your God to be with you. Turn to Him for the strength and help you need. He’ll be there for you. I know.

-Carolyn

“Life isn’t easy. Together we can make it better.”