Only Time Will Tell

Last week was an unusually cold week here in southeast Texas. Temperatures below freezing most days, snow, ice, sleet, freezing rain — a wintery mix they called it — and two days of temperatures never getting out of the twenties.

Only time will tell if the plants I covered survived the cold.

Now, I know many of you reading this are used to it being bitter cold in winter. That’s what winter is all about, right?

I lived in Maryland for twenty-two years. I know cold. I know blizzard white-out conditions. I know frozen car door locks, iced over windshields, unsafe road conditions. Black ice. Snow banked against the back door so high I couldn’t get out. I understand winter. I get it. I really do.

But most of us in my part of Texas are not used to it, and most are not equipped for it.

Before the freeze hit, I knew the huge philodendron that grew up the large tree in the back could not be saved. The ginger plants bounced back before, so I didn’t worry too much with them, but they’d never been in temperatures this cold for this long.

I did cover some of the ferns, snake plants, and Thai plants, hoping to save them.

Not sure the effort helped.

When the temperatures rose to the forties Friday, and the forecast said we’d have at least a week of above freezing temps, I removed the plant coverings.

There were clumps of ice clinging to the sheets. There was ice on some rooftops. Patches of ice even remained on the ground for goodness sake.

As I put away the plant coverings and wondered what, if anything, will survive, I thought about the hopes and dreams we have which sometimes get walloped by unaccustomed freezing cold they aren’t prepared for.

We might cover and protect those dreams the best we can, hoping they’ll survive, but the sustained bitter cold snatches the life right out of them. They are left frozen, with little option but to die.

Some of our dreams may survive the adverse conditions, but they are damaged. They may need extensive pruning to cut off the dead areas, in hopes the freeze didn’t reach all the way to the core. Only time will tell if anything survives or not.

So what do we do in the meantime?

Well. Just as I’m forced to do with my plants, I guess we wait. We watch. We look for signs of life. We continue to hope for the best, realizing that might be extremely optimistic.

And if our dreams don’t survive the freezing bitter cold?

Then I guess we mourn their loss and decide if it might be better to plant a different type of dream. One better suited for the current climate we find ourselves in.

Only time will tell.

Do you have to deal with frozen plants where you live? Or are you dealing with a frozen dream?

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Even though the fig trees have no fruit and no grapes grow on the vines, even though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no grain, even though the sheep all die and the cattle stalls are empty, I will still be joyful and glad, because the Lord God is my savior. Habakkuk 3:17-18 (GNT)

I wish you well.


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Faith and Hope in Jesus

Years ago when I first heard Andrew Peterson’s song, “No More Faith”, it puzzled me.

Aren’t we supposed to walk by faith, not by sight? Isn’t faith the assurance we have that something we want is going to happen? The certainty what we hope for is waiting for us? Didn’t Jesus comment numerous times about people’s great faith, or lack of?

So what’s the deal with a song called no more faith? Faith is what sustains us and gets us through the difficulties of this world, is it not?

And what about hope? When our hearts are plunged into the depths of despair, don’t we cling to hope like a life preserver?

Job declared that even if God slay him, still he would have hope. David declared we are to put our hope in God, and said our hope comes from God.

Well. It’s taken me awhile, but I think I understand what Andrew meant. Maybe. A little.

There is going to come a time, Revelation tells us, when we will see Jesus face to face. At that time, we won’t need anymore faith. Anymore hope. Why? Because in heaven what we were confident would happen; what we hoped, for has come to pass. Those who accept Jesus as their Lord and Savior will stand in his presence, bathed in his glorious love.

And the greatest of these is love. A never ending, everlasting, all encompassing love that can only come from the Father and his Son.

All despair will be removed. There will be no need to have faith or hope that things will get better, because in heaven everything will be perfect.

When we reach heaven, Christ’s love will prove he has wiped away every tear, every heartache, and every disease.

Glory hallelujah!

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What is faith? It is the confident assurance that something we want is going to happen. It is the certainty that what we hope for is waiting for us, even though we cannot see it up ahead. Hebrews 11:1 (TLB)

 For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what they already have? But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently. Romans 8:24-25 (NIV)

I wish you well.


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Job Knew Something We Sometimes Forget

I received word July 10, 2013, an article I wrote for Today’s Christian Woman, “Letting Go” went live on’s ParentConnect site.

The post I wrote July 9 talked about opportunities God gives us to trust him. “Letting Go” tells of an opportunity God gave me to trust him, over 30 years ago. Today’s Christian Woman has asked me to spread the word about the article, so that’s what I’m doing. 😉

If someone mentions the name, Job, from the Old Testament, what’s the first thing we usually think of?


But I would like to submit to you, that the Book of Job is sooo much more than merely a beautifully written, poetic story about exhibiting patience, and enduring troubles.

Have you spent much time considering Job’s friends? I use the term, friends, loosely here. I know I’ve had people like them in my life before. Still do.

Friends who tell us our troubles are all our fault. Even when we know for a fact, we haven’t done a thing to deserve what is happening. Or who tell us how stupid we were/are.

Friends who are ready to lecture and give advice, but who haven’t a clue what they are talking about. They aren’t the ones who went through the experience.

When, all the time, what we really need is a true friend. A friend who will sit with us in the ash heap, among the pottery shards of our life. Fortunately, I do have a couple of those. Thank you, Jesus.

And then there is Job’s Curse God and die, wife. Oh. There’s someone I’d like in my life. Not.

Near the very end of the Book of Job, (39-41) God tells Job to brace himself like a man. Then God starts questioning Job.

Where were you when I made the earth’s foundation? Who shut the doors to keep the sea

in when it broke through and was born? Where were you when I said to the sea, ‘you may come this far, but no farther’? Have you ever ordered the morning to begin, or shown the dawn where its place was? Tell me if you know all these things.

Job, wisely, admitted he had no answers to the Almighty’s questions.

But, before Job’s questioning by God, Job did know something we sometimes forget, even being this side of Calvary.

I know that my Redeemer lives, and in the end he will stand upon the earth. Even after my skin has been destroyed in my flesh I will see God. I will see him myself; I will see him with my very own eyes. How my heart wants that to happen!

Job 19:25-27 

The story of Job is not just a story of patience and suffering. It is a story of hope. Hope in a risen Savior. Hope in a Redeemer. Hope in Jesus Christ as LORD. It is a story that should give us hope, even in the midst of our worst trials and troubles.

This is the story of a man who lived in the days of the old and ancient before Jesus walked this earth. A man who knew the truth. A man who knew his, and our, yours, and my, Redeemer lives!

Going through some tough stuff in your life? Hold onto the hope we have in Jesus as our LORD, Savior and Redeemer.

I wish you well.



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Hold On To The Promises

As I have mentioned before, this past year and a half has not been the most pleasant of times for Pilot. He and I have felt trapped in a dank, dark tunnel.

Thankfully, through it all, God provided what I call “grace-drops”, and treasures in the dark to keep us hopeful and trusting in his sovereign power.

To celebrate us punching through, and reaching the end of the tunnel we traversed, (cue the Hallelujah Chorus) I would like to share this video with you.

Are you working your way through a dark, seemingly endless tunnel? Hold on to the promises that God will never leave, or forsake you, my friend. Don’t lose hope. Keep trusting the God who has a plan for you. A plan for you to prosper, not a plan to harm you.

I wish you well.


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