Parking Lot Birds

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The meaning behind songs interest me.   I am always interested in why someone wrote a specific song.  What was going on in their lives at that time?  What was the reason’s they wrote this song.  This morning I was doing my devotions and listen to music.  One of my favorite songs “His Eye is on the Sparrow” came up so I thought I would look up who wrote this song and why.

The writer of this song was Civilla D. Martin and her husband.   On a trip to New York, the couple make friends with another couple by the name of Doolittle.   Both of the Doolittle’s were handicapped.  Mrs. Doolittle had been bedridden for 20 years and Mr. Doolittle had been in a wheelchair but even though they struggled through their limitations they were happy and brought inspiration and comfort to all that were around them.  When the Martin’s asked them what their secret was to being so hopeful and happy,  Mrs. Doolittle said, “His eye is on the sparrow and I know he watches me.”

Often, when I am out shopping and walking through the parking lot I see sparrows everywhere I think about this song and the scripture.   I call them parking lot birds.  The are in most any parking lot just hopping around looking for food.  They are just that common!

One day as I was out walking during a break from work; thinking about an issue I was having to deal with, I came across one of those parking lot birds just happily hopping around on the sidewalk without a care.  Immediately, God reminded me that if he cares about this common parking lot bird then don’t I think he cares that much more about me?

Sometimes we get sidetracked with all the other things that are going on in our lives.  We forget there is a God that is interested in our lives.  That if he cares about the parking lot birds,  how much more important we are than a sparrow.

His Eye Is on the Sparrow. (2015, June 19). In Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia. Retrieved 16:09, August 4, 2015, from

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Beauty for Ashes

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I live in Wyoming.  We have longer winters here than other parts of the country.  While the calendar is telling me that it is Spring, that is not the case here.  Everything is still brown, dormant and it’s cold.

On my drive into work this morning I was reminded of a few things.   The road I take to work goes through the neighborhoods where, in the Spring, everything is green and jumping with life.  The yards are bright green and the trees are a gorgeous canopy shading the road.  Right now, the trees and grass are not green but there is still life going on!   The squirrels and crows are still playing in the yards and the song birds are singing, the sky is blue and the sun is coming up.  It’s a beautiful day!

I am remind that even though things  might feel stagnant and dead, there is still life going on.  There is beauty in the dormant times in your life.  The dormant part is healing.  It’s a resting part.  I am surrounding by beauty even though it doesn’t look that way right now.   Sometimes during this time, God will send a little snow to cover that brown and make things bright white and pure and remind me that He is still here and I’m not alone.

If you are at a point in your life where things feel dormant, just be patient.  Look for the beauty in the dormant times.  Spring is around the corner.

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New Ground


Everything is quiet and still now as night has descended upon the city.  The noise and traffic of the big city have quietened and it’s inhabitants have settled in for the night in preparation for the rush of the morning.   As I sit here I can hear the splash of the fountain in the swimming pool and see the lights reflected in the water.  It beckons me from my window to come and dangle my feet and feel the cool water.

I sit here in the stillness, thinking about the change that is coming but also reminiscing about the past and thinking about how good God has been to me all my life and especially the last seven years.

For a few years, I was lost and running thinking I could do things my own way.  I was dealing with the rubble of a 20-year marriage that completely dissolved into ashes.  My kids and I were coming out of an abusive situation and the military life I had known for 20 years disappeared along with everything else.  I felt alone, lost, confused and probably angry with God, people, and the church.  I divorced and remarried in 2003 but my actions and the abused we suffered caused a rift between me and my children.  It would be six years later before the healing process could begin.

In 2003, we moved to Colorado.  I thought that my kids didn’t need me.  The further away I could run, the better it would be.  I lived back and forth between Colorado and Louisiana for six years.  Then in 2009, I got a job at the VA Hospital and moved to Grand Junction, Colorado.  I started that job in Jan of 2009.  That same year, my daughter planned a trip to see me around October.  This would be the first time we had seen each other in six years.  That meeting would be the beginning of the healing between us. They returned home and circumstances presented themselves that caused them to move to Arizona a few months later.   With that move, my daughter beckoned me to follow her.   In 2011 I got a job at the VA Hospital in Tucson, Arizona and eventually moved to Phoenix in 2013 where she was living.

Today is my last work day at the VA in Phoenix.  I have been here for five years.  God saw fit to place me in a Psychology department to help with the healing between the both of us but especially for me.  God not only used this to help with healing but he also used it to help me grow in my work and become the professional person I needed to be.  God placed my lovely boss, friend, and mentor that helped me realize the person I could become and helped with my healing.   She retired in February and God opened the door for me to go to work for the Department of Defense in Cheyenne, Wyoming.

As I look back at my life, I can see God working in every area even when I wasn’t paying attention to Him.  I think it’s probably been quite like trying to lead a mule.  There is a song I’ve been listening to lately called New Wine.  This is me.  One of the lines in the song says “I lay down my old flames, to carry your new fire today.”

Today I am laying down my old flames and moving forward to new ground.



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Everyday Thankful!

ContentmentAll this month people have posted on social media things they are thankful for.  This is usually what happens during the month of November.  I think it’s called 30 days of Thanksgiving.  I kind of halfway do things when it comes to that kind of thing because I really forget about posting so even though it’s December 1st, I thought I would write about what I’m thankful for.

I live in a big city.  Phoenix, AZ to be exact.  I grew up in the country and loved it.  Whenever I need a recharge, I just head for the woods.  Something about it just gives me a lift.  I also really like living in the big city.  I love all the noise and the tall shiny buildings and everything being just around the corner.   I would love to live in a high rise in the middle of it all.  One of the drawbacks of living in a big city is you have more of an issue with homelessness.  You see it everywhere and every day.  People pushing their grocery carts down the sidewalk with everything they own.   A homeless person sleeping on a bus stop bench.  Sometimes you see a homeless person that obviously has a mental issue because they walk down the sidewalk flailing their arms and talking to the air.

Last week as I was driving to work, I noticed a homeless woman walking down the sidewalk just talking into the air.  It always makes me sad and I wonder how she became homeless.  Does she not have any family?  Did she lose her job?   Then, I’m reminded of a time in my life where being homeless was just a fine line between me and the outdoors.  How easy it would have been to not have a place to live.

About 15 or so years ago, my ex-husband went to jail.  It really doesn’t matter why it just matters that he didn’t care about his family or what would become of us.  We had been in the Army 21 years when this happened.  I was an Army wife and loved every minute of it.  It also means that I didn’t have a career because, with all the moving we did, it was difficult to accomplish.  So we depended on him to provide a place for us to live and food.  He paid all the bills.  Everything!  Also, it means that we didn’t really have a place to live permanently because of the moving around which I was okay with since I’m really a gypsy at heart!

Just one phone call determined me and my kid’s destiny.  I had no job and no money.  My cars were repossessed, bill collectors were calling and I had to start over from scratch.  I could only get a piddly job making a minimum wage.  The only place I had to live was with my mom and dad.  If it wasn’t for them we would have been part of that homeless crowd.  Through no fault of my own, that is how easy my life changed.

Today, as I drive my nice new car to my federal job I’ve been at for the last 8 years and pass a homeless person I am always reminded of how close I came to becoming that same homeless person pushing everything I own around in a shopping cart.  I am thankful to God for providing for me in the desperate times.  I am thankful that God had the plan already established for me way before I knew it was needed.


“For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord.  Plans to prosper you and not to harm you.  To give you a hope and a future.”  Jeremiah 29:11



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Living Examples

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Today at work someone said something amazing to me!

I work in a Psychology department at a hospital.  Each year we have students that come and go and sometimes stay as employees.  The last month we’ve been introducing new students to the department and getting them established with computer access, business cards and all that comes along with becoming a full-fledged Psychologist.

I was having a conversation with one of our new Psychologist students just chatting about different things and what she wants to focus on when her year is up as a student.  She said that she would like to help women that have been through trauma and just to help women in general.   I told her about my experience of being married to an abuser for 20 years, and then we continued on with our conversation about how far women have come, how we are still treated and how much further we have to go.  In the course of that conversation, she said that I and my boss were role models to her as an example of a kind, caring, strong working women.

I was floored by that statement.  Not the fact that my boss could be a role model because she is fabulous and a Psychologist herself, but the fact that someone like me, just an administrative person was a role model for her.  I was flabbergasted by that.  Once she left I started to cry.  I had made such a mess out of my life, I never thought I was a role model for anyone.

For the last few years, I have tried to figure out my place in life since my life changed so drastically.  I don’t really feel like I fit in church anymore.  I feel like that middle child.  Too old to play with the young mothers and too young to hang out with the older crowd. Lately, this has made me think about what my life is and where I belong and I realized that I was still trying to get back to that place I was 15 years ago instead of accepting where I was right now.

God needs me to just be me. That’s all.  God has given me favor that most all people like me.  No matter their backgrounds.  I don’t say that bragging.  I believe it is a gift from God.   I think that somewhere my ancestors prayed that the generations that came after them would have the favor of God.    I don’t need to have some kind of ministry at church.   The people that need examples of how to live are out in the world with me.  They are around me every day.  It is my neighbor that needs encouragement or that new Psychologist that is watching my actions at work.  This is what living a clean, pure, Jesus girl is about.  This reminds me of a scripture I learned as a girl.  Philippians 4:8 says, “Whatever is true, honest, just, pure, lovely and admirable – if anything is excellent and praise worthy think about such things.”


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The Rear View Mirror

rear view 1I was having a conversation with a friend a few days ago and she said something that made me think.  She said I keep looking in the rear view mirror!  I have thought about this ever since she said that.

I was having one of those days where I felt like things in my job weren’t going fast enough for me.  I work for the federal government and have been at my current grade for eight years.  A grade is based on the amount of knowledge we know or the responsibilities we are given.   We get step increases (raises) while in a grade but for my job, in order to move up a grade, I have to move out to another job that offers the promotion.  Currently, my supervisor is working on opening a job that I can move into that will give me that promotion but like always, the federal government moves at an extremely slow pace.

I was feeling this way because I’ve been doing work two grades above me because someone in our office is new to the position and doesn’t know much about the department where we work.  Although I like learning new things, I was also getting annoyed that I’ve been waiting and waiting for the promotion that seems to be just out of my reach.  Meanwhile, people that began with the federal government around the same time I did or after me, have already moved into higher positions.  So I was feeling rather discouraged  about my current situation so I went to talk to my boss about how I felt.  I have an extremely good boss that cares about my career and where I’m going so she stopped and listened to what I had to say.  It was in that conversation that she said I tend to look in the rear view mirror a lot.

I’ve been thinking about this ever since she made that statement and this is what I discovered about looking in the rear view mirror all the time.  When I consistently look behind me, obviously I can’t see clearly in front of me and could miss something.  A rear view mirror is a very narrow view of what is behind you.   It doesn’t allow you to see “the big picture” of your past.  It’s like you are looking though a filter and depending on how the rear view mirror is positioned,  you can only see that one area of the road behind you.  Looking forward out the windshield you can see the whole road and what’s coming up ahead!  I think we miss lots of things that God has for us because we keep our eyes in the rear view because we think what we had behind us is better than what is in front or it was more comfortable than where we might need to go.

I think we look back because it’s comfortable and it’s what we know.  It doesn’t matter if your past was bad we still look back and long for the familiar but that’s the problem that God has with looking back.   Our past can’t be changed and we can get stuck wishing it wasn’t so which creates regret.  When we start the journey of being Jesus followers or when we come through a difficult past,  we need leave our past behind and press forward.  Sometimes that’s hard because all we know is what’s past.  God has a plan for out past.    He want’s to use our past as part of our future but in order for that to happen, we have to let go of the “weight which so easily besets us” of the comfortable past and push forward to the future and let God take care of the unknown.

God will never steer us the wrong direction.





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Flashes of the Past

Sometimes I have one of those days where my emotions feel like they’re running amuck!  This is how I felt a few weeks ago.  I am 53 years old but I felt like a teenager with my chapelemotions all over the place.  It took me a little bit to figure out why I was feeling that way but it finally dawned on me.

Thursday, May 4th was the National Day of Prayer.  I work at the VA hospital so we have a chapel as do most hospitals.  During certain times of the year, the chapel has a service for specific events.  During Easter, it will be Lent services and during Christmas, there will be Advent services.   Occasionally we have memorial services for employees or veterans who have passed away.  So, since it was the National Day of Prayer the chaplains provided a prayer service for people to attend and I went.   This was the first time I had gone to a service at a chapel in 13 years.  I had no idea that this little 15-20 minute service was going to cause a flood of emotions.

As I was sitting in the service, all of those memories of past started to surface.  I work in the Psychology department and learned that these moments are called triggers.  I had no idea that going to the little chapel was going to cause such a rush of emotions.  When we were stationed overseas, we sometimes attended the chapel services on a post.  Suddenly, while sitting in that service, my mind went back to all the chapel services we had attended in my past life.   I remembered the little chapel we attend while stationed in Italy and the chapel in Wiesbaden, Germany and all the friends I had made during that time.   In my mind, I could see each of those chapels just like I was looking at a picture.

All that emotion bubbled up to the surface.  I wasn’t sad for the loss of the ex-husband but I was sad for the loss of that life.   I was sad for all the little chapels I will never attend again and sad for all the people I will likely never see again on this earth.  I loved being part of a military family and being an Army wife.  I have also discovered that it’s okay that I can love parts of that life without loving all of that life.

This is one of my favorite songs because it reminds me of home, but it also reminds me of the past roads I’ve traveled!  My way has been rough and steep but I walked out into the beautiful fields that God provided for me and I am free.



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Into the Pit

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Lately, I have felt God nudging me to re-read the story of Joseph.  I have heard this story many times as a kid.  I know it by heart.  Joseph was the favorite son of Jacob.  His brothers were jealous and decided to kill him but had a change of mind and sold him into slavery.  In the end, Joseph rescues the very ones that sold him into slavery plus the entire tribe of Israel.

I can’t get this story out of my mind.  When I read about Joseph, I think how unfair that was.  Why did this happen to Joseph?  He was only a boy.  Why were his brothers so mean?  There is a bigger picture going on here than when I heard the story as a child.    I believe that God is trying to draw my attention to some things.

Joseph was sold into slavery when he was a teenager.   I’ve always heard that he was boasting about his dream to his brothers but I don’t think that was the issue at all.  The story does not say that.  It says that Joseph had a dream and told it to his brothers.  Maybe he was looking for an answer to his dream and was consulting his brothers.  He was the youngest and the older brothers should have been a guide for him.   Instead of praying and asking God the meaning of the dream, they get angry.  They were jealous.  They are the ones with the issues, not Joseph.  This is a clear story of jealousy.  If you remember past stories about Jacob’s family, it seems this is on of a number of running themes in this family.  First, Jacob was jealous of Esau and deceived his father into giving to Jacob, Esau’s birthright.  Then, all through Jacob’s life, he had to contend with more jealousness.  Jacob was in love with Rachael but was tricked by her father and was forced to marry Leah.   Rachael was jealous of Leah because she could bear children and Rachael could not.  More jealousy.  More deceit.  Get the picture?

I’m sure that when Joseph was sold into slavery, he was hurt and probably even a little bitter at his brothers.  The story doesn’t talk much about Joseph’s attitudes but he must have kept a good one because the Word says a number of times that God gave Joseph favor.  He had favor from Potiphar and became his attendant and God blessed all of the households.    Then Potiphar had him thrown in jail because of a lie.  I’m sure Joseph was thinking what the heck is going on?  I just got out of jail and now I’m back again.  I’m sure nothing was making sense.  Then later, after a couple of years and through a series of circumstances, Joseph gets out of jail and becomes the Governor of Egypt.  There was no one higher than Joseph except Pharaoh.

I have a feisty little Chihuahua named JP that is always testing the length of his 6 ft. leash.  Even though the leash goes out that far,  JP still wants to go further than the leash will extend and will pull on the end of the leash and I have to guide him back to where I want him.  I don’t feel like God has me on a leash, but I do believe that God guides me back to the path he has planned for me even though my gypsy blood gets pumping and I want to move.  Right now I feel like this is what Jesus is doing and why he keeps the story of Joseph in the forefront of my mind.   As a Jesus follower, I believe my life is directed by Him.   I believe my life has always been guided by him even when I was lost and confused after my divorce and running away from Him.  Even during those running times, I believe that God was directing my path.   I believe that what I’ve gone through in my life has prepared me for what is to come.  I just have to learn how to be content in whatever state I find myself.







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