Breaking Free

Many of you have heard of Beth Moore, and her gift to protray God as her "Precious, Holy Father." In fact her relationship with our Heavenly Father is a passion that she longs to share. Without a doubt, she has a contagious motivating spirit.
In one of her lessons on "Breaking Free", she offered the following truths for grieving the loss of someone.

"Joy and effectiveness may seem to pause for a while as grief takes its course, but those who allow their broken hearts to be bound by Christ, will experience them again."

"When our hearts are shattered after a devastating loss, we have the opportunity to welcome a supernatural power to our lives. It is a power that displays the life of Christ in us like no other because it defies all odds. God becomes the only explanation for our survival and revival. Perhaps the most profound miracle of all is living through something we though would kill us."

"When our hearts are hemorrhaging with grief and loss, never forget that Christ binds and compresses it with a nail-scarred hand."

These words of hope and encouragement, reminds me of HIS Faithfulness and healing hands.

Texas Panhandle

I got to go back to my home town last week. It was great to see the big sky again. Also got to see old Amarillo neighbors, and reminisce about my childhood. I use to play with Leta, alot, and learned that although she was my sisters age, I was the "go along" girl. Playing with my sister Kathy, meant that Leta would have to compromise on the activity, but I went right along with her schemes. Some lead to trouble, like burning the Christmas tree branch by branch. I love the way we sang ""UP FROM THE GRAVE HE AROSE! as we did communion under the carport.

Driving to Lubbock for a day, it occurred to me that cows had no shelter out on the plains of Texas. They had to be tough to endure the wind & snow. I felt showered by tumble weeds on one stretch of road,then a dust storm followed by the rain we had seen 100 miles away. I love the openness and big sky of the Texas Panhandle, and it was good to be back.

Am I one of them?

Before we relocated, Alex informed me that I was going to a place of "old people." I laughed at him and wondered what he thought I was. How bad could it be?
Not to sound rude, but I am having to adjust to the retired population and I don't even live in a "Retirement community or active adult community." But, yesterday, I felt surrounded by "them."
We got to go see the Astros at Spring Training, and being a Astro's fan, seeing our team in this setting was a bit disconcerting. I wasn't expecting Minutemaid Park, and had wondered how the fans contributed to the atmosphere. It was a nice outdoor field, and the crowd was awakened by a foul ball once in a while. They cheered Biggio & Berkman. But, as I looked around, I agree with Alex, it was a place of old people (at least 75% of the crowd)

I wondered what their life stories are? I wish them continued health as I saw some struggle to climb the stairs. They had a friend or mate by their side. They came to enjoy a beautiful afternoon at the ballpark, and they didn't need to drink to have fun. I will adjust and be grateful for the opportunity.

Another regular activity that I observe is, indoor sky-diving. www.skyventureorlando.com Marcus loves to indoor sky-dive.
He's working on different maneuvers. Lately, he lets the wind lift him when he's on his back. He's about ready to try turning flips .
He says he has no interest in the real deal, but has been offered free lessons, if he would fly the plane for the divers. That's a wait & see proposition. He has to get checked out on the smaller aircraft.
As I wait for his group to come into the wind tunnel, I get to see others dive in. I love that little kids have no fear. Time after time, families hear their kids say that this 2 minutes was the best part of their ($5000.00) vacation.
Quite a contrast in one day. But, it was a good day.