17 March, 2011


Goodbyes are not my strong suit. If the truth be known, I hate saying a final goodbye to those I love. Oh, I know it’s not final-forever but when people leave my everyday world it feels awfully final to me. My husband tells me that I’m one of those ‘touchy-feely’ types that feels down to our toes. Hmmm, I don’t take offense to his observation as I know it’s true. I laugh big and I cry big.

Years ago, we said our first goodbye when we left our native Mississippi to move to Texas. That move away from all our family just about killed me! But we fell in love with Corpus Christ and I knew we would retire in that place. Twelve years later, we were again saying goodbye to people who influenced us in ways we’ll never forget. This goodbye from Texas was actually difficult beyond words. I still miss our days there. But we settled in at Mississippi State and loved our new world. Three years later, we were moving again…to Tuscaloosa. We said goodbye to more beloved friends.

So here we are four years later and we are still new in town and meeting a lot of people. However, in the last month I’ve had to tell two very dear friends goodbye. One goodbye is for the purpose of marriage which is a celebration! This friend will be close by and our common interests and ministries will continue to bind us. Knowing this fact, didn’t prevent the tears….she will be missed in my life.

The other friend goodbye is different. This friend I have known for four years. With him I have shared laughter, tears, grammar, pronunciation, research work, walks with my dog, dinners, lunches, games, holiday festivities and talks of God and Jesus. When he arrived in our country from Taiwan he had not heard of Jesus. I know he sought information, I know he asked many questions, I know he attended many study groups where Jesus was explained. I know he respected the love people had for this Jesus. I know he was curious as to the love he felt from others and it’s source. I know he left the United States with a lot of knowledge but was not yet ready to accept and acknowledge the Good News of Jesus.

I know Jesus is still seeking my friend. I know many of us sowed into his life. I cried when we said goodbye. He cried too. In this case, the goodbye did feel like forever.

Who else needs to hear the Good News? Let’s not ignore the people in our everyday lives who are hurting and in need of a Saviour. Where would you send me Lord?

Pray with me that one day my friend and I will celebrate a heaven-side Hello!

05 March, 2011

Oh, the Places You'll Go

New York City and Eutaw, Alabama are both great places to spend a weekend.

Two weeks ago, we surprised our daughter, Sarah, with a 17th birthday trip to New York. The weekend was amazing and so much fun for a mom and daughter. We did all the “touristy” things – Central Park, Rockefeller City, Staten Island Ferry, Statue of Liberty, Times Square, Broadway, Chinatown, a deli, Greenwich Village and SHOPPING! We flew, walked, boated, rode the subway, took the bus and taxis. I was reminded of Dr. Seuss and his writing, Oh, the Places You'll Go! People were everywhere. People, people, people…Going, going, going.

The following weekend I found myself in a beautiful, quiet country farm home in Eutaw, Alabama. I was one of 62 women attending a church retreat. We laughed, we ate well, we sang, some of us tried to karaoke, we listened, we shared, some cried but we were all in community. Sharing that lovely space and seeking our God and trying to learn more about His great love for us and His healing of us and His call to us.

The contrast of these two weekends is apparent in many respects. But the similarities are striking to me. People seeking, people going, people wondering: what is my purpose? Who cares for me? I’m hurting and in need of a Saviour to heal me and fill me. A Saviour who loves me even while knowing EVERYTHING about me.

We live as though our going and going will find this place of acceptance. If I move here, If I get this job, if I receive this education, if I love and marry, if…..if….When actually, all the going can stop as the Saviour is simply waiting for us to see Him and stop all the self-striving.
There are so many people in New York, in Eutaw, in Tuscaloosa, in Egypt, in China, in Haiti, in Corpus Christi, in Fort Worth, in Russia, in Atlanta, in Starkville, in Nepal, in Sudan….waiting and striving to hear.

Who will tell them? Is it you? Or me? YES, it’s us. Let’s run to tell this Good News.

Excerpt from
Oh, the Places You'll Go! Dr. Seuss

...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

So I pray: Lord, in this city where I live, I profess to know you and love you. I go to church and even teach Sunday School. I sing praises to you. I seek your wisdom for my life and my family. But now I realize I don’t see those around me who are waiting. Waiting to hear about you, waiting to know your touch and your love. Give me eyes to see, give me your heart to love. Who is waiting in my world?

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