My sentimental journey

An ordinary girl's walk with an extraordinary God.


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A Bunny Tale of Unconditional Love

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Deciding to join Facebook in 2009  felt as if I  plunged headlong into  uncharted and  thrilling waters.  Butterflies danced wild and free within the walls of my stomach, as unexplored  territory loomed on the horizon.  Face  aglow with excitement embarking on this recently acquired adventure, only  to enhance to a greater depth my  already  delightful run as a  longtime  stay at home mom.
A  bold  new avenue to broaden my  connections with the outside world  while still  enjoying  the comforts of  home was  carte blanche to “having my cake and eating it to”.  Fork in one hand, cake in the other  savoring  the leisure of reconnecting  with  friends, family and classmates, rejoicing with the freedom and readiness Facebook had to offer.  No longer having  to wait until   family or class  reunions to get caught up.  Also, pleasantly surprised at the ease  this network made  connecting with  those you never had the pleasure of knowing very well before; so it was with a group of  high school ladies from the Reynolds Lancers.   Birthed from  casual  Facebook interactions eventually  leading us to be  cleverly dubbed  “The La La’s”,  short for Ladies and Lancers. This freshly brought together group met over  dinners and gatherings  all a buzz as we  took  our trip down memory lane. You would never know we were on the cusp of all turning  50, for memories of  teenage years flooded our memory banks, spilling over into the present whenever we conversed .

One day such a  moment happened  when someone started a  “thread” to chat back and forth on the internet.  The conversations poured in  about life, kids and of course high school.  That particular day  someone  casually  mentioned one of the teachers,  triggering my memory to begin typing out his thirty year old nickname he held back in the day.  Is if that was not enough I continued  trying hard to be witty as I expounded on this thought.  Wrapping up what I thought was  comic stride I stepped away from the computer…  however, instantly  a  strong conviction came over me as I started the treadmill.  What was I thinking?  I asked  myself , “I’m not sixteen anymore and what I did was wrong.”  Quickly  turning off  the  exercise machine  I went back and positioned myself in front of my computer eager to type out a full apology for my immature behavior.  This is when  hunt and peck method is at  a sore and  painful  disadvantage.

Reopening the  computer I was horrified  to  realize that very teacher I had just  poked fun at, had  unbeknownst to me been on the  thread the whole time.  Red faced and mortified I poured out my repentance for all  to see, asking Him to forgive me. Truly sorry for hurting him  and ashamed of my willingness to get a cheap laugh at someone else expense.  After finishing my deepest regret and taking ownership of this Epic failure something beautiful happened…

Forgiveness poured in spilling unconditional love over my shame.

Not only was I forgiven I was given a new nickname … Bunny

I saw myself as a foolish child, having the sting of an adder.
My friend Lisa saw me as a soft cuddly and sweet bunny.  No way on earth did I  feel  deserving of  that name… and yet isn’t  that  what unconditional love is all about.
Throughout the brief time  our group stayed together,  there was not a time that went by that being called  Bunny  did not touch my heart and cause profound gratefulness, grace, forgiveness, and a clean slate.  Even though I made a major  Loo Loo of a Boo Boo… I was  still  loved  unconditionally.  Making this Bunny extremely Hoppy  !!

Dear Lord , What a comfort to know nothing takes you by surprise, not  even the word that rolls off our  tongue.  Thank you for  unconditional love and grace displayed so beautifully through you and all those  that follow your precious example.

To the choirmaster: A Psalm of David. “O Lord, you have searched me and known me! You know when I sit down and when I rise up; you discern my thoughts from afar. You search out my path and my lying down and are acquainted with all my ways. Even before a word is on my tongue, behold, O Lord, you know it altogether. You hem me in, behind and before, and lay your hand upon me.”
Psalm 139:1-24 ESV

For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God,
Ephesians 2:8 ESV


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Met in a Mosh Pit

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During one particular day while praying for our two sons to know God’s love more completely, my soul was stirred to read Psalms 19.  The first few verses captured me as I read, “The heavens declare the glory of God; the firmaments shows and proclaims His handiwork”. “Day after day pours forth speech and night after night shows forth knowledge”.

Quickly my thoughts envisioned how they would see God’s love. Maybe the countless celestial stars would blink out… I love you!, or could it be a glowing majestic moon that reveals this captivating message?  Perhaps the infinite marvels of nature would point straight to their loving creator.

Several days after that devotion it was time to take our youngest son and some friends to the “Demon Hunter” concert….complete with a mosh pit!. That night my prayer included an extra protection clause for safety.  Somehow the words “Mosh Pit” conjure up all sorts of unpleasant images; one of the downsides of thinking creatively.

Thankfully, after the concert was over, all the boys piled back into our van, safe, sound and full of stories to tell. Our son Trent recounted the evening sharing about the confined crowds and in particular, a young man dancing with reckless abandonment across the room from him. Shortly after Trent noticed him he realized that the sweaty, carefree dancer was standing right along side him. Trent decided to ask if he was okay, of which he replied ” Yeah man, I’m just praying for you.” This man spoke into our sons life with insight and clarity, speaking hope and encouragement doing so with pinpoint accuracy. He then closed with, ” Just a little FYI for you from the creator of the Universe”, quickly returning back to his original location, all the while moshing with tremendous flair.

After Trent finished his story my eyes welled up with tears remembering my prayer for our children to see God’s love as a creator…. thoughts of crashing waves, warm sunshine or snow covered mountain peaks came to mind. Then I was reminded that God pours forth His speech and knowledge without limitations, impediments, full of compassion and creativity. Being more then willing to meet us in a loud, stuffy and overcrowded mosh pit. Unknowingly, my thoughts and ways painted a thumbnail picture when I needed a canvas to capture the image of a God with no restrictions. Portraying his true nature the creator of the cosmos who  is standing by us no matter where we find ourselves. His rapturous ways and thoughts higher than heaven, earth or our very own.

Today, may you feel His adoring love, whether you are on one of life’s impressive pinnacles or in the impoverished  pits….God is with you!….and to coin the passionate mosher phrase,  “Just a little FYI  from the creator of the universe.