A Soldier’s Welcome Home!

The girls are glad to see their Daddy!

I am praising God that yesterday afternoon, my son Rob, returned home from a year in Afghanistan safe and sound!  Not a day went by that the danger he was in didn’t come to my mind.  I remember pleading with God to put His hedge of protection around Rob and his men and bring them home alive.  I know many of you also lifted them up in prayer diligently this past year and our whole family thanks you.Of course, I know there was a lot of skill and training that helped them stay safe too.  Can I brag a minute?  Rob received a bronze star for his meritorious service for leading his men on I think he said 70 safe missions without incident.  His expertise, ability to outsmart the enemy, and his concern for his men was apparently obvious to those who nominated him for the award.  It makes his Momma real proud!  But let’s get back to the story.  Whatever the case might be—whether it was circumstances behind the scenes, great skill, etc. ensuring their safety; as a praying woman, I have to give praise and honor to God for their protection.  When I hear stories about IEDs going off in front of or behind their convoy; I have to stop and be thankful that they weren’t on it when it decided to erupt.  I see God’s Hand in that.  I have to be thankful that Rob was appointed to serve in the specific location where he served.  It seemed to be a protected place so to speak. As there were explosions all around him at any given minute of the day, he and his men were unharmed where they were.  For that I say, “Praise God!”

The other day we had threatening storms all around our area here in Ohio.  I was finding the news on the TV so I could be informed while I made the mental note to stay inside as this looked like a bad one.  I stood in my kitchen and watched as the winds picked up and lightening lit up the skies to the north and to the south.  I could hear the thunder in the distance.  This went on for quite some time.  Friends were talking about the torrential rains they were experiencing at the same time I was watching it but not getting it.  Our yard was dry.  As I was watching, I felt God’s Spirit speak to me that as the storms rage around me, I am under the umbrella of God’s protection.  I need not be afraid.  I need not worry.  I just need to keep praying and trusting God to get me through—even when I feel threatened.

Yesterday when the guys were getting off the plane, many came to welcome them home.  There were cheers, flags waving and many tears shed as each soldier exited the plane to the arms of their loved ones.  It was quite the homecoming welcome!  I dream of the day that we as Christian soldiers get the same “welcome home” as our soldiers got yesterday.  I can see our loved ones now cheering us and welcoming us into the place that has been prepared just for us.  It will be a glorious day!

Is your life storming right now?  Are you tired and weary of the battles all around you?  Do you trust that God hears your prayers and will keep you safe from the enemy who lurks nearby?  Ask Him to put a hedge of protection around your home and family or whatever it is that is being threatened.  Just as I believe He did for my son and illustrated for me in my own backyard, He has the power to keep you safe and out of harm’s way too.  Trust Him.  Lean on Him.  Never stop fighting until you’re home…safe and sound…for eternity!  There, the final medal of honor awaits you.

Psalm 5:11 (NIV)
But let all who take refuge in you be glad; let them ever sing for joy. Spread your protection over them, that those who love your name may rejoice in you.

Happy Labor Day! See You Next Week!

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I hope this day gives you rest and peace! I will be back next week with some awesome news!  I can’t wait!  See you then!

God Uses Imperfect People…Do You Qualify?

Have you ever had a situation where you thought you’d die of embarrassment?  It seems like I often get more than my share of these for some reason!  I occasionally help provide meals to people when I know there is a need.  When I do, I usually just double what I prepare and Jim and I eat it that night too.  I was never so horrified after delivering a meal to my pastor and his family of all people!  I made each of our families a casserole.  I put baking instructions on theirs so they would have a hot meal whenever they chose to heat it up.  Then I put it back in the refrigerator for delivery the next day. I decided to go ahead and stick ours in the oven for us for dinner that night.  Jim and I each took a square out of the casserole and I refrigerated the rest.  The next day, I pulled a salad together along with some bread, stuck it in the box with their casserole and delivered it to them perfectly packaged with care.  I didn’t give it another thought.

That night I decided since we hardly made a dent in last night’s casserole, I would just reheat us another piece for dinner again.  When I removed the foil on top of the casserole, I paused.  There was an uncooked casserole just ready to be stuck into the oven for dinner.  Could it be?!!!  Unfortunately for me, yes.  It was.  I had delivered the casserole that Jim and I cooked the night before and eaten from to my pastor and his wife that afternoon!  Talk about being embarrassed!  I immediately called them and explained how sorry I was for what I had done.  She had several kids and laughed.  She said she noticed the pieces missing but figured one of her kids had gotten to it before her.  It still makes my cheeks turn red today thinking about it!

What is it about food anyways that brings comfort to those who are suffering or grieving?  I know when others have fed us in the past after the loss of a loved one or surgery, it has been a really special thing.  I’ve come to the conclusion though that it’s really not about the food at all.  Yeah, it is nice when you’re exhausted from life’s circumstances to not have to cook or think about what you will eat.  However, I suspect that the most important part of taking food to someone is the expression of your love and concern as they travel through life’s hardships.  It’s a non-offensive way to reach out and show someone you care.  In my mind, it is not only serving those around you but also an act of evangelism.  It is so easy to say, “I’ll pray for you.”  But the simple act of dropping off some brownies or a pot of soup says, “I really do care.”

Even though everything I’ve cooked and given away has not always been perfect, I will continue to do so when a need arises.  Why?  It is a simple way for me to minister to others even through all of my imperfections.  Is there someone you know going through a hard time?  It might even be a fun time like a family with a new baby who just needs a little help.  Ask God to show you how you can touch someone’s life with a simple act of kindness.  Perhaps you’re not one to stand on a street corner and proclaim the saving grace of Jesus Christ.  However, I ask, “Can you bake a pie?”  Pray about it this week.  I know this is only one way in life we can minister to others through our actions instead of being all talk.  What gifts have you been given that you can share to show others Christ?

Perhaps you’ve tried before and like me had an embarrassing circumstance that prevents you from trying again?  I say, “Never give up!”  I just have to assume that I must have needed some humbling or my pastor’s family needed a good laugh when I delivered them a half eaten casserole!  Nonetheless, I’m just trying to be a blessing despite the circumstances!  God doesn’t ask us to be perfect.  He just wants us to do our best, give our all and let Him take care of the details.  How is He asking you to serve today?

Check out this video in closing.

Isaiah 6:8  … I heard the voice of the Lord, saying:

“Whom shall I send, And who will go for Us?”

Then I said, “Here am I! Send me.”