Author: Debi Moses

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Palm Sunday

Palm SundayWalking with Jesus through Holy Week In Scripture and Prayer

Oh my, did the children come walking down the aisle of your church this morning waving palm branches? That is my favorite Sunday until the one when Mary runs into to tell everyone…oops spoiler alert.  I’ll stop here with that train of thought. If you didn’t get to see that perhaps you’ll remember the story of Jesus riding into Jerusalem on a donkey with everyone shouting hosanna claiming him to be the Mesiah. Days before, Jesus wept because he knew what lay ahead. I remember the “happy” and put the “hurt and pain” away in my back pocket. I guess that’s because I know Jesus is there is handling all my little discomforts of life.  The least I can do to keep my pockets empty.


Philippians 2:5-11: Have the same mindset as Christ Jesus: Who, being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God something to be used to his own advantage; rather, he made himself nothing by taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness. And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to death—even death on a cross! Therefore, God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue acknowledge that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. 

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Holy Saturday

Walking with Jesus through Holy Week In Scripture and Prayer

I remember when Easter was all about the bunnies, colored eggs and the goodies that were going to be in our son’s baskets. I have a memory of an Easter when we lived in Lubbock that it snowed, and we had to hide eggs in the snow. This might be the norm for some of you, but for this Texas girl, it was quite a surprise. I still have bunnies around my house and eggs in the yard, and I’m going shopping this afternoon to get those baskets filled for our grandchildren, but Jesus grabbed my heart and told me He needed a walking partner, so I’m hopping on the path with Him this Easter. I bet by the time I get to the tomb on Easter Sunday I’ll be skipping to greet him so I can jump into his arms. I pray you’re along with me.

HOLY SATURDAY
Romans 6:3-11: Don’t you know that all of us who were baptized into Christ Jesus were baptized into his death? We were therefore buried with him through baptism into death in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, we too may live a new life. For if we have been united with him in a death like his, we will certainly also be united with him in a resurrection like his. For we know that our old self was crucified with him so that the body ruled by sin might be done away with, that we should no longer be slaves to sin— because anyone who has died has been set free from sin. Now if we died with Christ, we believe that we will also live with him. For we know that since Christ was raised from the dead, he cannot die again; death no longer has mastery over him. The death he died, he died to sin once for all; but the life he lives, he lives to God.  In the same way, count yourselves dead to sin but alive to God in Christ Jesus.

Pray with me,

Oh, Holy One sometimes your word is so hard to understand. But I do know that since you died for me and I am your child, it makes no sense for me to misbehave but I do, and you are there for me, picking me up, holding me and forgiving me. I am so blessed to be yours. Open my eyes that I may see the glory before me as we walk together this week.

Your blessed child

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I’m a Fan.

Fresco painted by Giotto. Jesus arrives in Jerusalem riding a donkey.

   “Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me.”
Psalm 51:10

I’m a fan of Ash Wednesday. I love the music, the stillness, and the warmth of the church. I love the touch of the minister’s thumb as he draws the cross on my forehead. My heart sings with the Holy Spirit within me. Kneeling at the altar, I feel clean as Lent begins. Then, as I settle into my spot, pew number 10, left side, close to the aisle, “shazam,” a thought enters my muddled mind. Lent equals forty days. Forty days to get ready for Easter. A season of prayer, fasting, and a time to reflect on His suffering, death, and resurrection. It begins on Ash Wednesday and leads us all the way to Easter.

And suddenly the question sneaks up on me up on me, “How am I going to stay clean?” That’s when the pondering begins.  Give up coffee? Nope. I’d rather walk in the desert and eat locusts with John the Baptist.  Chocolate? Not a chance. That makes Jonah’s time in the belly of the whale sound like a vacation.

And then it comes to me, “I’m going to have coffee time with Jesus.”

I’m getting busy again, and it’s time for a reset, time for our visits. A chance to sit with Him, take a sip, and prayerfully listen for Him to call my name. In my mind, I can almost feel Jesus beside me, whispering, “Good choice.”

On Ash Wednesday, as I gazed at the cross, I kept my eyes on the prize, and I’ve managed to hold onto for nineteen whole days, so 21 is a snap.

I’ve noticed some churches now offer drive-through ashes. I guess it’s helpful if you can’t get out of your car. But for me, it would be like the time I ordered at Starbucks, pulled up to the window, paid and then drove away without my coffee. I paid, but I didn’t receive what I wanted most on that cold morning, my grande vanilla latte because I took my eyes off the prize.

Jesus paid for me. And the closer we get to Easter morning, the more that realization settles into my soul. Ash Wednesday is the beginning of Lent; Easter is the prize.

This year, when I got home from church, I didn’t want to wash the cross off my forehead. I slept in it because I didn’t want to be without it, not even as I snuggled into my pillow, dreaming of chocolate Easter bunnies and Peeps. That morning will come. But until then, I’m having a steaming cup of coffee with my Jesus.

And if you didn’t get ashes on your forehead this year, it’s not too late. Just touch your finger to the dirt and trace a cross on your forehead. Jesus won’t mind. He loves you just as you are.

As we reflect on these questions, let us take a moment to sit in stillness and listen for His gentle voice. Sometimes the answers may not come right away, but in the quiet, we often find the comfort and guidance we seek. Lent offers us a special invitation to draw closer, to open our hearts a little wider, and to rest in His presence. 

Thoughts to Ponder:

1. Is Ash Wednesday important to you?

2. Did you get to have ashes placed on your forehead on Ash Wednesday? Did it change you?

3. What is your prize?

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Undercover with Jesus

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”
– Matthew 11:28

I suppose it’s pretty obvious I haven’t “hopped, skipped, or jumped” anywhere in a while. You’re not wrong, it’s been a year since I last posted. The truth is, I went “undercover.”

I know, if you know me at all, you’re probably laughing, because I’m definitely not a spy (even if all my spy movies might suggest otherwise). My life is pretty open, but I really did go undercover, just not with 007, with Jesus.

I don’t know about you, but I talk with Jesus throughout the day about all kinds of things. Things like: “Jesus, I can’t believe that car just pulled out in front of me.” “Jesus, what is going on with my Venmo account?” “Jesus, whose idea was it to change banks anyway?” I talked to Him so much I even changed my password to HelpmeJesus.

And then, I felt a tap on my shoulder, it was my best friend, Jesus. Speaking His loving but very direct words: “We need to talk, and I mean now”! It felt like it was coming in stereo to me.

So I did what He asked and went to Him, in my room, where my lonely chair sat waiting, my prayer bench still neatly folded against the wall behind it, and my Bible nearby. He gave me the gift He promises all of us: rest and time with Him.

As I opened His Word again, our conversations became real and deep in a way I hadn’t experienced for a while. I didn’t realize how much I was missing my Savior through the busy days of  Thanksgiving and Christmas, and the ringing in of the New Year. The effort of wrapping up 2025 and filing life away into neat red folders in my trusty file cabinet kept me worldly centered, not Jesus centered.  But He knew, and He met me there, and took my yoke.

So if you haven’t heard from me, didn’t get a Valentine, or haven’t received a text in a while you know who to “blame”: Jesus. And really, thank Him because He loves me and you so much that He’ll call us undercover with Him… to read His Word, to pray, and to be loved.

I’ve emerged with a full heart, singing His name just in time for Lent. So be ready. I’ll be sharing some of my “Jesus time” with you.

Thoughts to Ponder

As we reflect on these questions, let us take a moment to sit in stillness and listen for His gentle voice. Sometimes the answers may not come right away, but in the quiet, we often find the comfort and guidance we seek. Lent offers us a special invitation to draw closer, to open our hearts a little wider, and to rest in His presence. 

1. How is your time with Jesus?

2. Do you ever fill distant from Him?

3. Where is your favorite place to be with Jesus?

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It Snuck Up On Me

Jesus said to her, “Mary.” She turned toward him and cried out in Aramaic, “Rabboni!” (which means “Teacher”).”
– John 20:17

I couldn’t believe it was Ash Wednesday. It snuck up on me. I had seen the leprechauns and bunnies displayed all over the stores and even hopping around on the television commercials, but I didn’t have the right frame of mind. Don’t get me wrong; I love Lent. The quiet, the prayers, the services, and even sharing more of me with Jesus make my heart sing. Yet somehow, it was in the back of my brain. You know, like when you’re digging in the pantry for the last chocolate chip cookie and someone walks by and says, “Whatcha looking for?” During Lent, step by step, Jesus helps me find what I am looking for each day. It isn’t a complete surprise when it happens; it was more like an awakening.

This year, my Ash Wednesday was a little disorganized. I finally got it all planned, or better yet, listened to what I thought Jesus had planned for me. It was written in ink in my paper calendar (yes, I still use one): “Ash Wednesday, 6:00 University Park United Methodist Church.”  I was even going to be blessed by reading the liturgy. I had practiced all week. I was so excited, but just before I left, lightning struck my forehead in the form of a headache, and I found myself in bed wondering why it had to happen now. Then the age-old question came floating through the pounding: why not now? After all, Lent is not all about regret, misdeed, or guilt. It is a time of introspection, valid, but its ultimate purpose lies beyond repentance. In essence, Lent serves as our annual invitation to come closer to God. It provides a time in our lives and ourselves to look at the things that might be keeping us from God, obstructions that keep us from God. Lent allows us to look at such obstructions and move them gently away to come closer to the Love that gives us life, the Love whose triumph we will celebrate Easter morning.

Because of this, Lent offers a gift of time and a promise of closeness. It gives us time to honestly see our current state of affairs and compare this present snapshot with an image of where we would like to be, where we feel God wants us to find Christ’s message of new life and forgiveness.

Each of us comes before the Lord in our own way and in our own time. I hope that during this Lenten season, you can find a place for the Holy Spirit’s still small voice to seek you out. Some of us have never sat in the quiet and are starving for the quiet, but for some, the thought of being in the silence for 5 minutes is more than we can imagine, yet we still hear the Lord calling, “Come be still with me.” Some of us crave silence, and the noise of our lives is more than we can bear. It’s not too late. Let the Holy sneak up on you through this Lenten time as you walk by your dwelling place. One that is yours alone, that when you pass it during your day, you will breathe in the Holy Spirit of our Savior.

Mary was truly surprised when she went to check on Jesus that first Easter morning. He was nowhere to be seen until she heard His voice and felt His presence. All she wanted to do was touch Jesus, and that’s how I feel during Lent. Join me and feel His touch, Love, and presence.

Points to Ponder

1. What keeps us from feeling the presence of the Divine every day?

2. How do we hide from God, and why?

3. Where is your dwelling place with Jesus?

4. What does it truly mean to experience the touch of Jesus in our everyday existence?

Pray With Me..

Dearest Jesus, we are blessed that you died and arose for us. Lead us to grow closer to You during this Lenten season so we can walk our day with you.

Help us grow closer to You during this Lenten season so we can walk our day with you.

Walking for you.

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Welcome to A Hop, A Skip and A Jump

“Be happy! Yes, leap for joy! For a great reward awaits you in heaven.”Luke 6:23 (NLT) 

The last time I took a leap was years ago when I started wandering through life and the words of my dreams and joys were found on the pages of Wandering the Path. It was like the verse in the hymn He Leadeth Me, “Still ‘tis God’s hand that leadeth me, His faithful follower I would be”. I just held on to Jesus’ hand tight and became that faithful follower. He was with me as I leapt into a world of stories and prayers inspired by those sneaky thoughts that were sent my way. But one day, my stories disappeared and so did Wandering the Path down the rabbit hole.

I stewed and pouted and decided to just put my pencil in the drawer, knowing in His time I would sharpen it again and feel His tap on my shoulder, and the words would flow from His spirit to mine. I’m not much of a pouter, and I must admit, it’s not a good look on me, so I decided to shape up my attitude. Not “call the law” as my grandmother did when her favorite cow went missing, but to start writing again. And here I am. Pencil in hand and my heart just skipping along. Ears open as I sit and hear His words or feel his whisper in my ear. 

Join me as we hop through the Bible searching for the words Jesus wants us to hear. After all our precious Father said in Mark 4:9 “Whoever has ears to hear, let them hear.” 

I’ll admit sometimes my ears are stopped up, with my own stubbornness, or they may be begging for a word from him. Let’s not skip the words that are hard to hear but just keep listening until the words that are meant just for us find their way into our heart.

Jesus cherishes and honors you, and has a hand reaching out to each one of us. He never hops over our needs. Sometimes I’m surprised when He knows mine before I’m ready to acknowledge them. As I trust my faith more each day, I know He’s there to catch me. 

I pray you jump in and join me as we start our adventures again. 

Afterall it’s just “a hop, a skip and a jump” away, as we live God’s dream for us and enjoy the journey as we hold His hand.

Points to Ponder

  1. What’s the biggest leap you have taken? Was Jesus involved?
  2. Do you feel God’s presence?
  3. Is it hard for you to reach out to Jesus?

Pray with me.

You reached out to me dear Jesus and took my hand and wiped the pout from my face. When I feel your presence blessings abound when you catch me when I jump into your arms.

Reaching for You.

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Come Walk with Me

“…Do not be afraid; only believe.”
Mark 5:36

It was on a bright June morning in San Antonio, Texas that my “walk” began. Old habits are hard to break! As usual, my credit cards and I took our customary trek toward the Mall. “Something” made me lose my bearings as I found myself headed in another direction. I became aware that my standard trip to the MALL had been cancelled.  I knew the clerks would miss me, but the need to be with someone whom I had missed surpassed the need to drag out my credit card.  (Shocking, I know.) That “Something”, the Holy Spirit tugged at my heart and encouraged me to listen and follow.

Up against bright blue summer sky the steeples of San Fernando Cathedral guided my way.   I had driven by this 275 year old church many times, but had never taken the time to step upon its sacred grounds.  Today the Holy Spirit was calling my name towards this blessed spot. As I approached the Cathedral, my heart quicken at the possibility of what lay ahead.  At the entrance of the Cathedral, a peace fell upon my soul.  Tears came to my eyes as I put myself aside and listened to the Holy Spirit and the plans of my Holy Father. The concept that my life would never be the same as I went deeper in my journey with God enlivened me.  The Holy Spirit’s plan may not be world changing.  It may influence only a few, or as hard as it is to realize, She truly may be concerned only about me as I live for my Father in heaven.

On this life changing summer morning as I followed the sultry four mile path back to the hotel, there was no fear of not being able to reach my destination. As my heart soared I called upon my Lord and kept my heart open to the next destination He had planned.  All I had to do was heed Jesus’ words, “Do not be afraid; only believe.”  I have a walk planned for us.  Let’s put on our tennis shoes, leave our credit cards behind, and step out together in the belief that we have nothing to fear, just joy to embrace.

POINTS TO PONDER*

*Before reading these ideas, turn off the radio or TV.  Close the door and tell your family you will be back in a few minutes.  Give yourself the gift of time to ponder.

“…Do not be afraid; only believe.”

Mark 5:36

As was Jesus’ custom, He was walking through the dusty streets of the village speaking and praying with people on His way.  Word of His healings and teachings had spread as well as  the crowds of people craving to get close to Him.  Among them was the synagogue ruler, Jarius.  Just as he had navigated his way through the crowds to the only One who could heal his daughter, Jarius received word that his precious child had died.  He was advised not to “bother” Jesus any longer. It was too late.  Mark 5:36 tells us Jesus’ response, “…do not be afraid, only believe.”  Jarius did this, and his daughter was brought back to life.

As I “pondered” on this verse, I found my heart at peace with the words, “only believe.”
As I left San Fernando Cathedral, my sacred place, these words quieted my soul.  Perhaps these questions will direct your “pondering” this week, or maybe another part of this verse spoke to you.  What questions could become part of your time with the One who listens to all of our needs?

1.  Have you ever felt the tug of the Holy Spirit on your heart?  What caused it?  Think hard, it might have been just a slight nudge, or God may be waiting for you to follow that “something.”  Are you ready to feel His pull?

2.  What do you truly believe?  Why?  Can others see your “beliefs” in you?

3.  Are the words “only believe” easy for you or do you need “real” proof?  Where could you find this evidence?

Will you pray with me?  Perhaps you would like to talk to our “One,” one-to-one!
Dear Holy One, Your words “only believe” give us such freedom. As we feel Your tug on our hearts, allow us to trust with certainty that You, dear One, will guide us on our journey as we put our fears aside.
Trusting in your love,
Your Believing Companion

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“The Jesus Prayer”

“Pray without ceasing.”
I Thessalonians 5:17

The Jesus Prayer is an unpretentious prayer whose words are repeated over and over.  Effortless in language, but life saving in times when our mind is too tired to pray, our spirit too troubled to sit still, and yet we need to feel the strength of our Lord surround us with His unending love. This calm in the storms of life is unadorned but soothing to the soul, spirit and heart. The Way of the Pilgrim, narrated by an unknown pilgrim, traces his walk across 19th century Russia. Searching to fulfill Paul’s teachings in I Thessalonians 5:17 to “pray without ceasing,” he carries a Bible, knapsack, bread, and prayer rope.  During his solitary journey, he met a monk with a unique gift for guiding others. This learned man provided the answer for which this traveler had been looking.  The monk directed the pilgrim as follows, “The unceasing interior Jesus Prayer is the uninterrupted, continual calling upon the divine name of Jesus Christ, with the lips, the mind, and the heart, while calling to mind His constant presence and beseeching His mercy, during any activity one may be occupied with, in all places, at all times, and even while sleeping.  The words of this prayer are as follows: Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me!  If one makes a habit of this supplication, one will experience great comfort and a need to repeat this prayer unceasingly, so that eventually one will not be able to live without it and the prayer will flow of its own accord.”

I yearn to have a prayer that will flow from me as easily as breathing. To have the Jesus Prayer be such a part of my very being that I utter it before having time to crater in a crisis, is my hope.  In this way I will always be able to call on my Lord, praise His mercy and repeat this short, heart felt prayer.  Let’s sit together and pray without ceasing these amazingly, comforting words.

“Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me.”

AS YOU JOURNEY

Are you seeking to deepen your spiritual life?  Are you choosing to walk a new path with God?  If you wish to share a comment please send it to debi@wanderingthepath.org.  It’s always great to hear from others as we journey together.

The following books have guided me as I have begun my life more fully awake:

THE WAY OF THE PILGRIM translated by Olga Savin
DO WHAT YOU HAVE THE POWER TO DO by Helen Bruch Pearson
www.sfcathedral.org   San Fernando Cathedral”

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Hide and Seek

“Seek the Lord and his strength; seek his presence continually!”
1 Chronicles 16:11 ESV 

For some reason, every year when I’m packing away Christmas, I seem to play hide and seek with Baby Jesus, or one of his friends, they hide, I seek. It is interesting that it didn’t start until the little ones graced our lives. One year the sheep were scattered all over the house. In a little tikes car, in the cushion of my prayer chair, amongst the opened presents, and even underneath the pack and play, the result of two-year-old Miles, playing hide and seek with Dede. 

The Christmases that followed found Jesus on a windowsill, in a puppy bed, and even in the dryer. It became a game shared among the cousins. This year I found the camels scattered in the tinsel and lights. So it was not surprising when I began to pack up the nativities and my very first baby Jesus was missing. I’m not so sure they hid him this year. To be honest, I was more concentrated on just getting the house decorated than doing an inventory of all the participants in Jesus’ story. You know, praying for the lights on the tree to work, hanging the ornaments, and stockings on the mantle, while dancing to my favorite Christmas carols. as they caressed me with the memories to be made of the revival of the Moses’ Christmases of old, before Covid.  So I’m not so sure they hid this special one this year. It could have been me and my racing mind on presents to be bought and parties to be hosted and perhaps not so much on Jesus. Surely not, but it was entirely possible if not probable. 

So, there I was, on January 2, with memories of Christmas while I was seeking my Jesus, the one that had been part of my family for 69 years.  My parents bought this nativity the year I was born. The stable is cardboard, and the pieces are plastic with peeling paint, and there’s no way they would meet today’s safety standards, but it is my first memory of the treasure of my very own baby Jesus. As the days progressed my eyes and heart were looking for my savior, until one day, there he was. Perched on my Bible that was still open to the Christmas story. Oh my goodness, my precious friend had been home all along, right where he belonged. Gotta love that guy, he’s been showing me the way for a long time and just keeps plugging along with this lady who truly loves him. What a way to start the year. Jesus is always in my heart, but now he’s in my pocket. I’m keeping him closer to me this year than I do my cell phone. As I walk the days of 2022, I can “Seek the Lord and his strength; and seek his presence continually just by sticking my hand in my pocket!” You might want to watch out, who knows when I might wander your way and share him with you. 

My last box is closed, labeled, and back in its cozy attic home for a year respite, except for my friend. Make him yours this year. After all, our lives are what we make them, and joy comes in sharing Jesus with others. 

Thoughts to Ponder

  1. Is there a time when you feel apart from Jesus?
  2. Try to describe that feeling.
  3. What’s your new year plan to stay close to Him?
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Hmmmm

I was snuggled in my nice warm bed sound asleep, that is, until 4:30 when I woke up in a cold sweat, and for once it wasn’t my hormones. It dawned on me that my Honey Baked ham for Thanksgiving was not in my refrigerator. I had heard the horror stories about food shortages, but surely, they weren’t talking about Honey Baked hams. But just the thought of my turkey being lonely at the table, without its friend kept me wide awake, and nagged at my addled brain until I finally walked into the store and saw an overflowing cooler of hams. But to my dismay there were signs that read, “reserved orders” and another for “paid in full” and I didn’t fit into any of those categories. (If there had been one for crazy momma’s I would have been set.) I tentatively walked up to the cashier and confessed that I didn’t have a reservation and I hadn’t paid anything in full. Was it possible for me to get one of those golden honey coated hams? “Certainly” she said, “how big and how many?”  The weight of the world left my shoulders as I thankfully paid and walked out the door, ham in hand thinking I had dodged the turkey day bullet. 

Hmm, then Jesus tugged on my heart, opened my eyes, or whatever He does to get my attention, and then bam it struck me. How many precious children of God wake up each night not just worried about a Thanksgiving Day ham, but instead, how they are going to feed their family. Not just on special days, but every day. Their beds aren’t warm & snuggly like mine. They may be on the street under a bridge in the fall chill. 

So many lives to touch. So many prayers to whisper. So many kind words to be shared. With my newfound awareness, comes action, and with action comes being the hands and feet of Christ. Baby steps, but the more I am with Him, I will see the way.

Matthew 6:16 tells us, “In the same way, let your light shine before others, so thatthey may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven.”

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Can You Wait?

Thomas Chatterton's Holiday afternoon, an English poet, Vintage illustration 19th Century style. Thomas Chatterton (20 November 1752 – 24 August 1770) Chatterton's Holiday Afternoon engraved by William Ridgway, after W.B. Morris

“Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.” Psalm 27:14

I’m just gonna be honest with you! I’ve tried to pen this epistle for months but keep stopping, changing the topic. Finally, I have come to accept David’s excellent advice, “Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord,” Psalm 27:14. It became evident if I just waited for the Lord, just truly waited, something would touch my heart, and then maybe, just maybe, the scribbles flowing out of my pen might begin to make sense. Oh, my goodness, talk about a colossal miracle. You see, my pen has been a little clogged up lately. Who would think that a teeny tiny hole could fill up with a mess of sludge?

Like April showers, tears began to flow at our house in the form of a 911 call. After a two-hour prayerful drive to the hospital, and my baby brother, this heartfelt journey, which continued until August 29, began. I traded in my daily Starbucks and became a regular at the hospital coffee shop. The little bratty brother that used to drive me crazy, continued to make just enough improvement and insisted that he could go home, ALONE, back to his swinging bachelor pad to do his crossword puzzles and watch the Western channel, or so he promised. 

Big sister came home and waited for another call and another crisis that I knew was just around the corner. Big sisters just know those things. And the phone rang again, and I took my jaunt back down the oh-so-familiar road, got reacquainted with my new coffee friends and sat by his side, and peacefully waited for him to heal. The Spirit was with me as I held back the tears when they transported him to a hospice care facility. Once again, I waited throughout the summer as I held his hand, called, and checked on him daily, and drove the nurses crazy. As the light in his eyes began to fade away, my spirit sank. 

During these days of the waiting, I trusted all would be made new as Jesus promised. Not only my brother but me as well. It seemed as if my heart was suspended in time. My daily life continued, but a little piece of my heart was still with him. The fun days as we grew up together, playing on the farm, our summer trips to our grandparents in Louisiana catching crawdads, and even the pesky little things that only little brothers can do to irritate sisters gave me times of joy in the memories.

And when his light left this earth and grabbed the Lord’s hand, I shouted hallelujah. He is healed and now am I. You see, I waited on the Lord, and He came. He came and put His arms around me in the form of my friends and family and held me tight and gradually that missing piece of my heart has returned, bigger and fuller with so much love.  

When I saw the new picture that is the new improved banner for Wandering the Path, I saw my name on one of the chrysalises, and I knew hanging around in a funk was no longer an option.  It was time to make my way out and take flight like the butterfly and begin serving our Savior. I learned so much as a sat in squeaky chairs in hospital rooms, met with doctors, and prayed sleepless nights in the ER. 

I had a full cart of groceries that I left in the aisle when I received the final call and raced down the highway to hold his hand as he was crossing over to be with Jesus. Many of you have walked this way and may still be trudging along. In the days ahead, I pray we can share those times as we begin to take flight together.  You see, in the waiting comes the glory and the strength to fly with our Holy One.

Points to Ponder:

  1. Has your heart ever felt clogged?
  2. What is the hardest thing for you to wait on?
  3. What do you think of when you see a butterfly?

Pray with me

You provided a brother to love, a heart to break, and the strength to carry on. For that, I am blessed. In Your name, I pray.