we celebrate women worldwide.It’s nice
to reflect on missionary Elisabeth Elliot or humanitarian Mother Theresa.There is one woman I especially admire right
here in my one-mile radius; she is the one I spotlight this year as we focus on
women who change the world. Karen
changed my world.I met her in January for
the first time.She lives down the
street but due to severe autoimmune diseases, she has not been able to walk
from her bed to the living room.Four
years ago, Karen’s husband strolled by my home with his dog and chatted with me
as I worked in my garden.We shared
faith in Jesus and this desperate husband asked me to pray for his wife.I stormed the heavens for that girl but every
time I asked him thereafter, he replied:“No change.” There
was something about Karen, like a connection in the spirit, when I asked God to
encompass her in his arms and raise her from her sickbed.The prompting made it easier to not give up
but pray. Just
after the holidays, I heard a knock at my door.I…
last thing I wanted to do last Sunday morning was attend church. My husband insisted we go so I said a quick
prayer of exchange while putting on my makeup.
“Lord, I exchange my shoddy attitude for your will and I know you’ll lead
me and I’ll follow.” Amen. Once
we passed the main highway that leads to Sedona, the gorgeous red rock city
that draws visitors from all over the world, I mentioned I would love to go there for a donut after church. A new
eatery opened and I heard it’s superb. Spontaneously,
we chose to skip church and get back on the highway! Tom didn’t have to ask me twice. The
fresh snow-capped magnificent mountains thrilled us. I reached into my purse and grabbed my cell
phone to document the ride.
The outline of the mountains against the sky becomes crystal clear when
laden with snow. I knew we were in the
presence of the Creator. We
experienced a high. My chocolate cake
donut ranked outstanding on the donuts scale.
Tom’s apple turnover deserved a blue ribb…
If I could go back in time and change something, I would
tell myself at twenty-two to take a deep breath and be confident, square my
shoulders and say to my Nazi mother-in-law, “back off!”
I never pleased her.Okay, I forgot to serve her son orange juice for a bedtime snack.He laughed at that one and told me to ignore
her. I chose the baby’s name without her
approval.My lasagna recipe never met
I was anything but confident back then, but this mogul
drew me to my knees.The pain of not
measuring up becomes fertile soil to seek a Savior!Ah, Jesus waits for us to break so He can
pour His perfect love into us and teach us how to withstand every earthly blow!
I’m thankful for my mother-in-law.She drove me into God’s loving arms where I
became a confident woman.
“Even if my father or mother abandons me, the Lord cares
for me.” Psalm 27:10
I am linking this post to Five Minute Friday where
writers write for five minutes about today’s word:confident.
I also want to say a spe…