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Sufficient: One Word 2012

And He has said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.” Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me. (2 Corinthians 12:9 NASB)

“I am enough,” I hear Him say. “I am sufficient for you. Trust this.”

Unsure what my one word for 2012 would be as November began I sensed this as I read a post from Preston. A post that doesn’t speak to my word. No, just one line God uses. Hoping for a word less challenging I tried to ignore the nudging. Then again a few days later it knocked again. Another post from Preston while not speaking directly to my word. Again just one line.

“Enough. Sufficient.”

“Okay. I’m listening now, but I’m weary. Surely there is an easier word.”

I hear silence. Not the silence of victory. The kind of silence I give my son when I refuse to argue with him any longer. The silence that brings eventual obedience from him.

As December dawns I hesitantly accept this new word. Learning to seek the graces and give thanks brought more battle than I could have imagined for 2011 so I know this new word will challenge just as much, but I also have faith that it will bring as much joy and growth.

The irony as I wrestled with this new word is not lost. Learning this, letting ‘sufficient’ settle into my spirit, I will have more rest, more peace.

Sufficient: enough, adequate, meeting the need of.

He is sufficient. He is enough. He will meet all my needs. He is enough when I do not feel good enough. He is sufficient when I’m hurt. He is sufficient when I’m weary. He gives me enough for each day.

Not only is He enough I am enough for the purpose He gives me no matter what others expect.

His grace is sufficient for me.

As the last week of 2011 began a few secondary words also surfaced to journey along with sufficient this year. At first perplexing me as to how they would go along with sufficient, but as they have sat with me for these days I understand now. Seek. Study. Strive.

In seeking Him more and studying more about Him I will know even more that He is sufficient. I need to push myself more, to strive toward goals and in doing so will also learn once again that He is sufficient.

So as the new year begins He continues what He began in 2011 because knowing He is sufficient is born out of eucharisteo.

What is your word for 2012?

Childhood Remembered

I remember Saturdays going to town with him. Town was a six mile trek and riding along with Pawpaw was a treat. I am sure he brought along other of the grandchildren on occasion. But I think he had this way of making each of us feel special so I only remember it being just him and me. I remember him buying me a chic-o-stick at a store. The store vague in my memory. A hardware store perhaps. The remainder of the Saturday trips unclear in my memory now thirty years later. Odd the things we remember. I rarely see chic-o-sticks in the candy section now, but when I do I always remember these trips to town as a little girl.

I remember sitting beside him at his old upright piano. Listening. Pecking at keys. Discovering. Roots of my love for music found with him. The music was woven into his being. A God given gift. For me it was a talent, but one requiring more work. Not as easy as it was for him.

I remember my fingers gliding over the keys. A child’s version of Beethoven’s Fur Elise I was learning. Him listening and encouraging.

I remember other things too that I would rather forget. Like the cancer.

But I’ll choose to remember the other things. The pleasant things more. The chick-o-sticks, the piano and a pawpaw that might not have hung the moon, but in a granddaughter’s eyes helped God set it in its place.

What are some things you remember from your childhood? Do you have special memories of your grandparents?

I’m linking up with Peter Pollock for the One Word at a Time blog carnival and also 3 From Here & There.

Shadows & Sunrises


Photo: Sunrise progression, Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Full moon splays shadows across the yard. I listen to the night sounds as I search for stars remaining almost unseen as the moon reflects its light.

Some see shadows as disturbing, haunting. I once did. Pasts ever present, casting shadows as we try to overcome what was. Grief robbing life of joy, of the happiness that will never be known or known again. Pain tearing away at spirit’s peace. Unknown worries lurking in the gray

But the shadows I now see have a beauty of their own. Yes, beauty in their own way if I will simply look. Beauty in pain that teaches to lean into my Creator more each day. Beauty in letting go of preconceived plans.

God reminds me that plans often need to remain in the shadows. I glimpse an outline of things to come. Without form and definition I can only wonder what they will become.

I know “He works all things for the good of those who are called according to his purpose” is true. Listing reminders of His faithfulness, of His grace. I trust. I want to trust.

Days appear when the wanting to is all I have. Anxieties move in almost unseen stealing peace. How easily focus is lost.

Again I look to what He has done.

“Let this be a sign among you, so that when yoru children ask later, saying, ‘What do these stones mean to you?’ then you shall say to them ‘Because the waters of the Jordan were cut off before the ark of the covenant of the Lord…………So these stones shall become a memorial to the sons of Israel forever.” Joshua 4:6-7 

Just as the Israelites built altars to remember I list. Giving gratitude for even the smallest of gifts. A gift most would skim over. These gifts reminding me of His faithfulness. Of His grace.

498. For a cleaned camera. (8/2/11)

499. For motivation to do a fee chores. (8/3/11)

500. For being assigned the most wanted teachers in 6th grade. (8/4/11)

501. For an afternoon of thunderstorms. (8/4/11)

502. For Walmart not being crazy as I bought school supplies. (8/5/11)

503. For lunch with my best friend from high school. (8/5/11)

504. For time to paint on the porch. (8/5/11)

505. For an afternoon of knitting. (8/5/11)

506. For a twitter conversation with Preston about a book we are reading and how his strong opinions on it made me laugh, but also really think. (8/6/11)

507. For time to talk with Ann while serving at church. (8/7/11)

508. For someone recognizing one of my strengths. (8/7/11)

509. For cloud streaked sky as the sun was setting. (8/7/11)

510. For time at the pool with a friend and the kids. (8/8/11)

511. For a simple thank you. Grace. (8/9/11)

512. For the owl that mixes its days and nights up and hoots in the afternoon. (8/10/11)

513. For over six hours straight of sleep. (8/11/11)

514. For kiddo liking his teachers and saying the first day of school was better than good. (8/11/11)

515. For kiddo having a good second day of school. (8/12/11)

516. For thunderstorm and rain. (8/12/11)

517. For cloud streaked night sky. (8/13/11)

518. For energy to run after nine days off. (8/13/11)

519. For daddy’s home grown corn. (8/13/11)

520. For a new blog home and design. (8/13/11)

521. For energy to run 1.5 miles at a time instead of just one. (8/15/11)

522. For another cloud streaked night sky. (8/15/11)

523. For cooler evening temperature. (8/15/11)

524. For DH cleaning up the kitchen after supper each night. (8/15/11)

525. For waking up early enough to see the sunrise. (8/16/11)


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Fences Can Almost Always Be Climbed

Fences line the country roads of my youth. Keeping the animals from escape. Keeping them safe.
How many fences do we have in our lives that keep us safe? Sometimes safe does not lead us to our purpose. Safe does not always allow us to grow. 
Do you build fences around your heart out of fear? Has your fear of failing built a fence between you and your dream? 
Do you ever feel others build fences to keep you from becoming who you want to be? Their expectations smothering your true purpose?
To be fair many times these expectations are assumed by us and not overtly given. Perhaps we observe actions or gossip causing us to realize our friends would not approve of the real us. So we hide part of who we are or what we believe. 
I have been a people pleaser most of my life. I have lived wanting everyone to like me. I could see what was on the other side. What I could accomplish. But the fences, their expectations, felt safe. If I decide to scale that fence they won't like me. If I verbalize how I truly feel about certain things they will judge. 
But this fear of failing? This fear of no one liking me? They have built fences around my dreams. 
While I am learning to overcome this need for people to like me, there are still days I hold back. The fear of not being good enough still attacks. 
The thing about fences though? They can almost always be climbed over.
Linking up with Peter Pollock for the One Word at a Time Blog Carnival.


The Wind Almost Unseen

Early morning sun falls through the east facing window as I sit in my favorite chair reading devotion for the day, journaling thoughts and prayers. Glancing out the window I see wind blowing through the tops of trees. But not the shorter trees or lower limbs. Only the upper branches. I watch morning after morning as the wind drifts among the tops unbeknown to the life below.

How often do we feel like God is silent? Or not working in our lives? Nothing seems to be falling into place. The job didn’t work out. The relationship failed. Disease still ravages. Resistance seems to discourage at every turn.

Again I’m brought back to the thought that even though we cannot see His hand at work doesn’t mean He isn’t working. Just like the wind couldn’t be seen in the smaller trees and lower branches doesn’t mean it wasn’t there.

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the LORD. “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.” Isaiah 55:8-9NIV

His ways are not our ways. We cannot always understand. I continue listing the graces. Counting the gifts. Giving thanks.

Smell of fresh summer rain. (7/17/11)

Bright moonlight through the trees. (7/17/11)

A hummingbird flying & hovering a foot from me. (7/18/11)

Birds in the crepe myrtle as I sit on the porch & read. (7/18/11)

For my favorite red chair in the living room. (7/19/11)

For the gift of prayer. (7/19/11)

For waking up to a thunderstorm. (7/20/11)

For wind blowing through the tops of the trees. (7/21/11)

For twitter friends who encourage. (7/21/11)

For new music by Shaun Groves – Third World Symphony. (7/21/11)

For the neighbor mowing at 9 instead of 6. (7/22/11)

For a rainbow in the rear view mirror on the drive back from Auburn. (7/23/11)