My sentimental journey

An ordinary girl's walk with an extraordinary God.

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Whenever my mom would share something exciting that the Lord had done for her she would more then likely end her story with one of these sayings, the first one being ” I’m so excited I could jump up and click my heels”  quickly followed with “but I’m afraid I might fall and break my hip”. Afterward she would give a chuckle at the thought of it and I would gladly join in all her amusement. Secondly, she’d share was how she longed to go up to Columbia River Gorge and praise the Lord over the breathtaking scenery. Most of the time my mom talked of this while visiting our home, afterwards  she would then proceed to walk out to our small deck along the north side of our home.  As her feet landed on the wood planks she would lift her arms thanking and praising God. Returning inside, quite content her face beaming and she would gush how much she enjoyed the deck that Kevin built. Our modest deck with no sweeping views seemed to satisfy my moms’ yearning to stand and give God glory. Whether or not I accompanied  her as she positioned herself  to extol our adoring creator, in the back of my mind I longed to someday take my mother to her “dream spot”.
Years went by with only my good intentions, she never got to stand and worship the lover of her soul at the gorge…….until last week. The sun was shining, the air crisp and leaves ablaze with vivid hues forming a pleasant parade route up the scenic highway welcoming her long awaited arrival. Arm and arm Kevin and I escorted her to drink in the panoramic view and to finally stand in the place she always dreamed about.  Praise rolled off her tongue as she looked at all the beauty our Heavenly Father created.  While standing next to her I was hungry to hear every word that mom uttered.  Though it was hard to leave her side I managed to pull myself away to get a couple of photos to remember this day.  It wasn’t long before the sun slowly began to subside and the chill of the air nudged us to bring this remarkable event to a close. Thus, it was time to gingerly help my mom back into the warm cozy car for our trip home.
Leaves danced and twirled in celebration as we wound our way back down the old scenic highway; holding in our hearts warm memories of our splendid day together….a prolonged dream realized.
Beholding the work of a God that makes all things beautiful in His time. A brilliant and glorious crescendo with the best seats in the house. In humbleness we offered our God a  well deserved standing ovation poised on holy ground; filled with deep appreciation and gratitude, watching my mother’s desire fulfilled….to stand closer to God.


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Beautiful Feet

Image“How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation, who say to Zion, “Your God reigns!”  
Isaiah 52:7 NIV Bible

Beautiful feet, I can honesty say I have never looked at mine and declared that.
You see in the flesh, they are wide and my toes are a tad on the stubby side; and when placed along side friends for a photo after my first pedicure they quite resemble Fred Flintstone’s feet AKA twinkle toes. Perfectly capable of pounding the dusty road with Barney Rubble after they lifted their prehistoric vehicle on route to Mr. Slate’s rock quarry.
But God’s word is talking about feet that travel to share good news. Dusty, grimy feet that ran to declare captivity is over, that freedom is on its way.

Those formally offensive and disgraceful feet become messengers of hope, peace, and the promise of a new beginning. That is my hope and prayer for you today, that somehow these soiled-chubby feet will aid in declaring God’s good news to you, proclaiming His peace in every one of your challenging situations.Your heart swelling with joy at the good tidings God has for you. His love touching every hurt, fear, and heartbreak. “Your God reigns”, and that truth deserves a hallelujah and If I might a yabba-dabba doo!