Listening Is a Good Thing

Gratitude Day 503

Sat., Aug. 29, 2020

James 1:19 – Know this, my dear brothers and sisters: everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to grow angry.

It’s Saturday morning. I feel like I’ve had a variety of things buzzing through my brain and happening in my life this week. Thank you for giving me a place to share some of those buzzings and happenings. I appreciate every one of you that takes times to read along. I pray there is something here every time I write a post that resonates with you. Today is a wide variety. I suggest a few options of reading beyond this post and encourage you to grow your faith in a variety of ways this weekend.

This. This is how Hubby Rick and I celebrated our 20th anniversary: we went SKYDIVING! Seriously. It was a rather 11th hour decision. In a very casual conversation over lunch the day before our anniversary, we mentioned about talking different times about going skydiving. But we never had. I went online, found two appointments for the following afternoon at a location not too far from our house and signed us up! In less than 24 hours, we were jumping out of a plane on a tandem dive!

It was exhilarating. Amazing. A rush. All those words that others share about sky diving. We went on tandem dives, which means we were basically strapped to another person who is a diving expert. Yet, you get all the emotions and feelings from diving.

Moral of the story: if there’s something you’ve been thinking about doing, DO IT! We are glad we did.

A shout-out to our friends, Mel and Ruth Ann, who are celebrating their 50th anniversary today! Mel and Ruth Ann have been the coordinators of our local food pantry for years. Decades. A long time. We consider them special people in our lives. In a pandemic world, it’s difficult to celebrate such an event. After food distribution one night this week, a few of us food pantry folks gathered together for cake and ice cream. Very casual, low-key and a surprise! Have a great day, Mel and Ruth Ann. You inspire Rick and me.

The value of personal thank you notes never diminishes. Just yesterday, Hubby Rick and I received a hand-made thank you note from a young gal who we dearly love. She and her family had been to our house last weekend. She took the time to draw and write a very personal thank you note. As both Rick and I read the thank you note, we once again know why we dearly love her: because she is real. Sincere. Appreciative. All in a 13-year-old teen. This is a great reminder and lesson for the rest of us. Take note: thank you notes NEVER grow old. Rather than expecting one to show up in your mailbox? Send one to someone (or just a plain old card.) It will add a smile to the person’s face and a lift to their step.

I needed to read this article. Maybe you do as well. Unfortunately, I have find myself spending too much time on my phone and social media just the last couple of days. This article, Malls and Museums, is written by Tsh Oxenreider and addresses her struggle with perspective of social media. It’s just a great overall reminder of how life is changing these days.

We live in Wisconsin, which has seen plenty of national attention this week because of the shootings in Kenosha, WI. It saddens my heart as these struggles with race continue in America.

Here’s what I want to say about the race challenges in our culture today. First, I feel very unqualified to speak about them because I have not experienced what black people have. I’m a white woman. My perspective is so different from a black person’s perspective. I cannot and will not say that I understand how they feel because, well, I can’t.

What I can do is listen. Try to hear their feelings and their position. And so, this is what I’m doing. There are two specific recordings that I have found helpful for me and so I share them with you. First, I encourage you to listen to Julia Jackson’s interview from the beginning of the week. She is the mother of Jacob Blake, who was the man shot in Kenosha, WI last Sunday. Her words are powerful. Important. Speak volumes.

For more extended listening, please go to YouTube and listen to the Uncomfortable Conversations with a Black Man series put together by former NFL player Emmanuel Acho. A few months ago, he recorded his first conversation, which has led to a series of conversations. Some of the folks in the subsequent conversations you may know. Others, you may not.

Take the time to listen to them all. It doesn’t have to be all in one setting. Do it over a period of time. But LISTEN.

In the part 2 conversation with Roger Goodell, commissioner of the NFL, Roger encourages people to listen. Really listen. He says that too often, we don’t always listen to what someone else is saying. We only have conversations because we want someone else to affirm our position. This is not really listening, he says. (FYI – the conversations with Roger were released before the happenings this week when many professional athletes chose not to participate in a game or practice.)

I agree with Roger Goodell. And this is why I’m trying to listen to folks who know a lot more about this than I do.

Listen. It’s what I want to try and do more of this weekend. Next week. Every day.

For the reminder of the need to listen, I am grateful.

Blessings –


Dear God – What began 20 years ago at a service where we committed ourselves to You and each other, Hubby Rick and I celebrate today. Thank you for bringing us together and being with us as we experience married life together. I pray we see You as the glue that holds us together today and every day going forward. Amen.  

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Lessons from the Last 20 Years

Gratitude Day 502

Wed., Aug. 26, 2020

John 15:9– (Jesus said,) “As the Father loved me, I too have loved you. Remain in my love.”

Twenty years ago.

The day began with an early morning storm. While I sat in a chair at the beauty salon, rain gushed down city streets. Wind caused an electrical outage in some sections of town, including the location of our reception.

Minutes before the ceremony began, it was discovered that my soon-to-be mother-in-law forgot to make the requested communion bread. Fortunately, my sister Denise had a couple uneaten small buttered buns that were intended to be pre-wedding ham sandwiches for her kids. They became our communion bread.

Just eight months out since Hubby Rick’s eldest son had been killed in a snowmobiling accident, emotions were still raw with grief. Yet, this tragedy also convinced Rick and I that if something was important to us, we should not wait.

And so, we didn’t.

Twenty years ago today, Hubby Rick and I were married in the small church that had always been his family’s church. Fourteen months earlier, I began serving this church as their pastor, which is where Rick and I met. Months later, we joined hands and shared vows in front of family and close friends and began our lives together as husband and wife.

Fast forward 20 years later, and we remain convinced that God brought the two of us together as much now as we did on our wedding day. How else would a single gal end up serving a church with an available man who also served as the Ad Council chair? Little did I know when I met with members from the two churches that I would serve in my first clergy appointment, those present included my future husband as well as my future in-laws.

While attending seminary, I sat through a pre-marriage counseling class in the months before our wedding. Rick and I completed the strengths and weakness survey the pastor who performed our wedding asked us to complete. We knew that our personalities are as different as oil and water. And so, we felt ready to make the huge decision of choosing each other as our spouse and were confident this was the “right” choice.

Yet even all of this preparation didn’t prepare me for marriage. As a person who has performed north of 150 weddings, I know the honest truth when I say that weddings and marriages are not the same thing. Yes, a wedding is required for a marriage. But the much more difficult challenges of living a marriage day-to-day pale in comparison to the decisions made for a wedding day. No amount of preparation can be adequate for the special circumstances that will arise in a couple’s marriage.

In marriage, I have experienced the truest depth of joy and happiness I have ever experienced. Likewise, I have felt the deepest level of disappointment and sadness because of circumstances that arose as a result of situations from being married. I constantly remind myself that if I want to experience the greatest joy life can offer, I must accept the grief and sorrow that tags along. Often, these situations are not a direct result of a decision made by Hubby Rick or me. They are simply part of what happens when two people choose to marry and spend their lives together.

There are so many, many things that I value and thoroughly appreciate about the person who is my husband. When I’ve been asked to serve various churches and we’ve been required to move into new towns and locations, he’s made the most of every one of those moves. He’s been patient when I’ve had to cancel a vacation because of a funeral or waited until after 9 PM to eat too many meals because I had a night meeting that ran long. He’s fixed so many things at the church buildings, helped with worship countless times, provided constructive critique about my messages (whether I wanted to hear it or not) and attended thousands of church functions as a way to support the churches and their pastor.

When I felt called to step away from pastoral ministry and pursue other callings, he whole-heartedly agreed and challenged me to pursue my dreams. I have lost count of the number of remodeling projects he’s completed at every house where we have lived a long time ago. And when I wanted to run one last half-marathon, he trained for it and we crossed the finish line together.

It’s not always comfortable for him when I share something that has happened in our lives either in a message, a blog or as a teachable moment. Yet, he also admits that he provides me with an unending amount of material.

If I were asked what the most important quality is that Rick brings into my life, I know my answer: his unconditional love for me. Spouses are encouraged by God to love each other the way God loves all of us: with a deep unconditional love that has no beginning nor no end. The Greek word is agape. Agape love is rooted in faithfulness, commitment and is an act that a person chooses to make. It’s much deeper and bolder than our English definition of love. I know that God is the only One who can fulfill the complete definition of agape love in my life. But Rick comes in as close second as any human being can.

I was into my 30’s when I married. Rick was well into his 40’s. We didn’t have to get married. We chose to make this commitment to each other. It’s a choice that we continue to make EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. OF. OUR. LIVES. What’s the secret to a marriage? Continuing to make this choice. Every day. On good days. On challenging days. On days that never end as well as on those days you pray never end. On the days when your spouse drives you crazy as well as on the days your spouse thinks you are crazy. On the days filled with unmeasurable grief and sadness as well as on the days in which the joy and happiness cannot be contained.

As long as Hubby Rick and I remain in God’s love and see this as the source of our love for each other, we’re committed to making this choice until one of us is no longer here on this earth. For me, this IS the secret to marriage. Nothing more. Nothing less. Thanks be to God I have a spouse who makes the choice to unconditionally love me daily, warts and all. And who is as committed to choosing me as I am to choosing him.  

For the gift of Hubby Rick’s unconditional love and place in my life, I am grateful.

Blessings –


Dear God – What began 20 years ago at a service where we committed ourselves to You and each other, Hubby Rick and I celebrate today. Thank you for bringing us together and being with us as we experience married life together. I pray we see You as the glue that holds us together today and every day going forward. Amen.  

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Lessons from the Bees

Gratitude Day 501

Mon., Aug. 24, 2020

Proverbs 15:14 – A wise man is hungry for truth, while the mocker feeds on trash.

They were literally busy as bees.

I LOVE hydrangeas. Well, I love most flowers but there are a few that top the list. Hydrangeas are one of them. I’ve long waited for our hydrangea bushes to be in bloom. And FINALLY, they ARE.

One of my guilty pleasures is having fresh flowers on our kitchen island. When I walk into the kitchen in the morning to begin a pot of coffee, my heart just smiles when I see fresh flowers greeting me.

When the hydrangeas made their glorious appearance, of course, I longed for a bouquet of them to grace the kitchen.

Clippers in hand, I went to go cut a few springs. And this is what I found:

Busy bees. Busy insects. Busy, busy busy guys and gals drinking in the nectar from the hydrangeas.

Not one or two. But hundreds of little insects going about their business with nary another care in the world. They were so focused and so intent on their business, I’m not sure they even realized that I was there observing them. They certainly did not let my presence distract or stop them.

They just kept going and going.

Drinking and drinking.

Doing their job and doing their job.

I felt a little like I was invading their space. Joining their sanctuary, not quite invited. Certainly, my presence didn’t slow them down or halt their activity. They were laser focused on going about their bees-ness.

As I chose which springs to snip, making sure that I was not interfering with their activity, I was humbled by their intentness. Their focus. Their commitment. They knew their job, and this was their priority.

 Such a wild contrast for me these past few months. In the midst of all that’s going on in the world right now, I often feel distracted. Unfocused. Lacking clarity. While I KNOW and BELIEVE some very basic things, my focus has not been laser-like, nor my attention fully committed.

Quite unlike these insects and bees and busy bodies.

Yes, we need time to step back and refocus. Yes, we go through transitions in life and must allow for space so this can happen. Yet, we must also fill our hearts and souls with the best nectar we can find. Drink on it often. Daily. Fill ourselves with the Spirit that is committed to guiding our ways, truths and actions.

These busy bees knew what they needed to fill their little bodies and souls.

Maybe I’m just a bit jealous of their clarity and focus.

The truth is they need the nectar and they sought it. Drank it. Made it their priority.

Likewise, I just need to find my nectar. Seek it. Drink it.

Fill my heart and soul with the best truth for me today. Avoid the trash that will distract me hourly. Keep grounded in the One who is my truth. And know the rest will fall into place.

For the busy bees who carefully grabbed my attention, I am grateful.

Blessings –


Holy God – it is so easy to find ourselves distracted and unfocused these days. It’s easy to drink the trash that perpetuates this. Rather, may we find You as the One who gives us truth. Help us drink deeply of these truths today. All week. Minute by minute and hour by hour. Amen.  

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After 500 Lessons About Gratitude

Gratitude Day 500

Wed., Aug. 19, 2020

Hebrews 12:28 – Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that can’t be shaken, let’s continue to express our gratitude. With this gratitude, let’s serve in a way that is pleasing to God with respect and awe,

I have been keenly aware that this post would be somewhat of a milestone. Today marks the 500th post in which I reflect upon gratitude.

I began blogging years ago. So many years ago, that when it comes to the blogging world, I “should” have a whole bunch of followers by now … or I “should” have stopped blogging. I have done neither. Instead, a couple years back, I challenged myself to take whatever nugget I planned to share and turn it a gratitude moment. My idea was that in ALL things, we CAN find a way to incorporate gratitude.

The good things.

The challenging things.

The sad things.

The disappointing things.

The honest things.

The everyday, ordinary, this is how I live my life things.

And so, I write. Share. Challenge myself to move beyond the surface and dig a little deeper into what life lessons I CAN find in the mundane. The ordinary. The real life stuff.

Why has gratitude been so important? Why have I wanted gratitude to be part of every reflection? Because.

Because it’s so under-rated and overly needed in our world today.

Because whether or not we are grateful shapes our attitude. Our outlook. Our perspective.

After writing about gratitude no less than 500 times, I am completely convinced that when we focus on what is some little way we can find gratitude in our daily lives, then we begin to see more and more of it in our daily walk. The opposite is just as true. When we stop looking for moments and ways to appreciate the little things in life, then all we begin to see is what isn’t good in our lives.

Throw in a world pandemic and this becomes even more clear.

Yep, it’s a lot harder to find the good and the rich takeaways when there is much to be discouraged and scared about. Honestly, I’ve spent way too much time these last number of months focusing on what challenges me than truly being grateful. When I fail to see the good in a day, then anxiety and distraction and lack of purpose and direction creep in. But when I go back to gratitude? The anxiety lessons. The reminder to fully live in the moment is restored. Hope becomes part of my vernacular once again … and my heart and soul relax.

It’s not just a pandemic that can do this to us. Replace the pandemic with whatever is challenging you these days, and the lesson remains the same. Take whatever distraction you find in your life these days, redirect it with a focus towards gratitude and step back. See what happens to your heart and soul.

When we’re in the middle of some thorn in our lives, it’s nearly impossible to find the silver lining unless we intentionally look for a way to find gratitude in the moment. I get it. In those moments, the last thing we WANT to do is be appreciative for the thorn. But when we are able to, then we can grow. Allow ourselves to mature in a way that draws us closer to the One who ordained gratitude from the very beginning.

Gratitude is like any other skill. The more we practice it, the more we learn to appreciate. Do it better. Embrace it in our lives.

And after 500 reflections upon gratitude, I’m beginning to realize how much more I have to learn about gratitude. Please join me tonight at 8 PM on Facebook for this week’s Devos with Dianne. It’s going to be all about gratitude and why I want gratitude to be such an important part of the fabric of my life.

I know my blog isn’t the flashiest blog. It’s certainly not the most entertaining. If success is measured purely by number of regular readers, when it would not be deemed a success at all. The reason I sit down and let my finders glide across the keyboard a few times a week is because it’s a way that I remind MYSELF what’s tremendously important to me. Why connecting faith and life in our daily, regular, ordinary days is terribly important. Why I want gratitude to be one of the benchmarks of my journey on earth.

Awhile back, some of our grandkids were at our house for the day. Our granddaughter Ellie was in my office. We were printing off pictures from the internet, one of the things she enjoys doing while at our house. There’s a picture stand on my desk with the word “grateful” etched into it. Ellie asked me why I have so many things in our house that say the word “grateful” on them. I shared with her that I want my life to be bathed in gratitude … thankfulness … appreciation for the thousands of blessings that make up EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. of my life. And sometimes, I need little reminders to help me fully appreciate every blessing and thorn in my life.

Thanks for being a part of this journey with me. I pray that you find some little blessing as you walk along with me and this little blog. I appreciate and am grateful for every person who ever reads some of these words. I pray they are a blessing and way we can value and be grateful for this day. Our lives. The One who makes this all possible.

For the One who began gratitude from the very beginning, I am grateful.

Blessings –


Lord God – Thank you for encouraging me to find gratitude in my ordinary, everyday life. May I see gratitude as a way that I can grow in deep love and appreciate for You. Amen.  

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On a Scale of 1 to 10 …

Gratitude Day 499

Sat., Aug. 15, 2020

Philippians 4:13 – I can do all things through him who strengthens me.

It’s one of the common phrases that I say. Think. Ponder.

It’s as much of my make-up as the color of my hair. (Well, at least the outward appearance of my hair.)

I say it to myself. Hubby Rick. My friends. Family. People who are struggling. When I’m struggling. To people who really don’t want to hear it.

“On a scale of 1 to 10, where does this land?”

Imagine a 10 as being the most AWFUL thing ever. Really. Most awful. Not what you think is awful today. But most AWFUL EVER. I remember attending a workshop a million years ago where this was discussed. Research says that a 10 is death by torture. But the researchers discovered that the 10 can always get worse because the death could be slower and more tortuous than it currently is. (I know. Talking about torture. This is a great way to get people to continue reading a blog.)

Anyway, think of your 10. What is the absolute most AWFUL thing ever?

Now, think about what is something that when it happens and could be viewed as a challenge but in reality, it’s a little blip on the map. In fact, it is so insignificant that it really shouldn’t even take up air space. Thought process. Energy. It should just be immediately passed over and you should go onto the next thing. Quick example: when ice comes out of the ice maker on the fridge, falls on the kitchen floor and leaves tiny little puddles on the floor.

Alright. So, do you understand the scale of 1 to 10?

Now, think back to those things that happened this past week that got under your skin. Irritated you. Made you get a little huffy, even if only internally. Rank them on your scale of 1 to 10.

Here’s a couple quick ones from my last week:

Having the moped quit running while I was riding it.

Waiting for someone to call me back that didn’t see my message.

Having files sent to me with wrong information.

Watching someone say good-bye to a loved one.

I intentionally put them in increasing order how they would fall onto my 1 to 10 scale.

Part of the problem with this? What is a number 8 or 9 or me maybe a 1 or 2 for you?

A few years ago, Hubby Rick said why I never vacuum out the inside of my vehicle. He wondered aloud why I don’t take more pride in my car and wash it more frequently. For me, washing my car is like a -2. Keeping the inside is higher, maybe a 3. Now for Rick, making sure the outside of the car looks nice is like a 6. Big difference from me.

He really didn’t get it until I pointed out that for me, clean floors in the house is a 6 and he would rank it much lower. Then, the light bulb went on.

In daily life, I think it is SO. EASY. to take something that is probably a 2 or a 3 or a 4 and turn it into a 6 or a 7 or an 8. Yes, for some people this situation maybe high. But often, we take a relatively insignificant situation and amp it up way too much.

The problem is right now, we’re dealing with a whole bunch of stuff that could be remarkably high for some people (whether or not to send their child to physical school vs. virtual school) and less dramatic for others. We can all think of the person who wearing a mask is a -5 and for someone else, it’s a 12.

In reality, I think too often, most of us spend way too much time and energy on 1’s, 2’s and 3’s and may even have a tendency to turn them into something bigger than what they really are. And this leaves us little energy and headspace to deal with the really big stuff; the 8’s, 9’s and 10’s.

Especially now. During a pandemic. In a time when there is so much divergence on what’s important. When folks are all over the board on what REALLY. IS. IMPORTANT.

My best suggestion today? When you find yourself overreacting to something, quickly ask yourself, “Where is this one a scale of 1 to 10?” When someone else is getting way too caught up and exerting so much energy and time on an issue that is a 3 or less, ask them where they see this falling on their scale. Maybe they will reconsider their approach.

I keep trying to remind myself to spend my absolute best energy, time and headspace on the 8’s, 9’s and 10’s in my life. Some days I do better than others.

And then, there are the days, when I fail miserably.

Reminding myself to turn to God and ask for guidance on where this falls on God’s scale is also a super good way to gain perspective. If God isn’t going to spend more than five minutes contemplating something, then why am I?

Often on Saturdays, I share a list of little tidbits that I’ve collected throughout the week. Today, I’m just sharing one big tidbit. I’m also going to throw in a song that I’ve been turning to over and over again this week, looking for inspiration.

Sit back. Close your eyes. Listen for the next five minutes. Hear God speak to you. Let God remind you that it’s so important to let go of the things on the lower end of the priority scale. And if you are dealing with some big ones right now? May you hear and feel that your soul can be well.

For God’s desire to always may my soul well, I am grateful.

Blessings –


Almighty God – May my soul turn to Your soul today and know this is enough. If I’m hurting, Your soul hurts as well. If I’m celebrating, Your soul is excited as well. Help my soul be well today. Amen.  

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When Faith Takes Time

Gratitude Day 498

Fri., Aug. 14, 2020

Psalm 13:5 – But I have trusted in your faithful love. My heart will rejoice in your salvation.

In the last week, I’ve witnessed and participated in some of the most basic and important events in life. Baptism of a baby and her Mom. The Christian union of a husband and wife. Witnessing a family journey with their loved one as he spent his last days on this earth.

All significant life events. All moments and opportunities to reflect upon and connect with faith.

As a pastor, when I’m invited to be a part of such milestones of life, I make the basic assumption that if I’ve been invited to be a part of this, so is God. And herein is a basic challenge. Not everyone who is involved in the situation may feel comfortable including God. In fact, some aren’t sure they want God present. Others aren’t quite sure what faith means to them. With varying degrees of acceptance and comfort, so goes a level of comfort with the person who appears to be representing God.  

If someone isn’t comfortable or sure what faith and God mean to them, I see the situation as an opportunity for them to experience a little glimpse into what faith can be. I’m of the belief that through the act of observing and/or participating in such an event or situation, this is a great opportunity to discover even a tiny little glimpse into what faith means to you. I want to embrace the folks who aren’t sure they should be present and definitely don’t quite understand all that is going on.

Every once in a while, someone will ask me, “Why faith? What feeds your faith?” It’s a fair question and one that I love to answer. My response usually includes these thoughts:

  1. Faith allows me to look beyond myself and towards something that is bigger than you and I. This One, whom I call God, is a great orchestra conductor, artist, compassionate soul that is full of wisdom and grace. I’m deeply loved, cared for and appreciated by the One who is so much more than our little brains can ever imagine. Just look around at creation. See yourself as part of this beautiful creation.
  2. My faith is spiritually fed through regular and consistent conversation with God.
  3. I find myself seeking out ways that I can connect, praise and worship God throughout my days. This encourages me to devote time and energy to seeking God and asking for guidance throughout the days.
  4. There have been times and situations when I specifically knew God was with me. Truth.
  5. Faith is never linear. It’s never a static line. It’s constantly going up and down, which often feels like a roller coast ride. Once I became comfortable in knowing that this faith, then going along on the ride felt a little less intimidating.

Which leads into the natural follow-up question: What feeds the seeds of doubt in relationship with faith?

  1. Watching myself and others struggle. Whether the pain is of your own doing, someone else’s doing or simply something that happens in life, it’s there. And sometimes, we’re not sure what to do with it.
  2. When I struggle to feel like I’m enough or good enough or do enough for God’s kingdom.
  3. Observing others doubt and struggle with their faith and/or lack of faith.
  4. Not having the words to explain why bad things happen to good people.

All of this is to say that struggling with faith, your views about God and how these fits into our daily lives is perfectly normal. Acceptable. Natural. Not going through the struggle means we don’t fully explore these thoughts and ideas about them.

Sometimes, we feel like we must do something big and grandiose to get God’s attention. But here’s the deal. We ALREADY have God’s full attention. We just have to show up. When we show up, God may simply amaze us.

For years, I thought I should have faith. But I didn’t really understand or know what this meant. When I became more intentional about trying to answer those two questions for myself, then I discovered a really important component of faith:

Faith is not a transaction. It’s a relationship.

Faith isn’t like going to the bank and making a deposit or a with drawl. It’s not signing a contract and never looking at it again. No, faith isn’t a one-and-done deal. It’s a daily choice a million times over and then looking towards God a bazillion times throughout the day for inspiration. Guidance. Love. Peace. Knowledge.

And then doing it the next day. And the next.

Sometimes, we choose not to get involved in the tough faith questions because this means we might actually have to slow down and think about it. Or make sense of it. If we keep waiting for faith to make sense before we embrace it, well, we’ve turned faith into a transaction that won’t ever be fully fulfilled. When we put off faith, then we’re missing out of the years and time that we could discovered more about faith and how it connects to our lives.

For the regular exploration of faith, I am grateful.

Blessings –


Holy God – thanks for being patient with me. Thanks for accepting the roller coaster ride of my spiritual journey. May I choose to journey with you on this ride. Amen.  

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Wednesday Prayer Day – Be Still

Gratitude Day 497

Wed., Aug. 12, 2020

Psalm 46:10 – Be still, and know that I am God. I will be exalted among the nations; I will be exalted in the earth.

Be still.

And know that I am God.

Sounds lovely, doesn’t it?

Yet, being still really isn’t that easy.

Especially during a pandemic.

Should kids go to school or not?

Should there be sports this fall?

Whan an effective vaccine be found?

Be still?


Rather than honoring God as God, we sit perched on our executive chairs of control. We are SO. SURE. We know what is best for ourselves and everyone around us. And we go out of our way to make sure everyone knows who is in charge.

Listen again.

Be still.

Listen. Hear. Know.

Stop trying to be God. Take over. Be in control.

Instead, let God do God. Take a break. Turn your faces upward and towards God rather than burying them in your cell phones. Whatever it is that is demanding too much, just stop. Organize a stay-cation with the One who is God. Spend  time every day just simply being with God. Reconnect with God’s constant place in your life.

Be still.

Know God.

That’s all.


For the reminder to be with You, I am grateful.

Blessings –


Holy God – Be still. Know that God is God. The end. Amen.  

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