Community

   I've been reminded this last week of how blessed we are to have the community of friends and family that we have.  We found out late last week that Kim has both pneumonia and Covid, which explains A LOT, but has made life so very challenging.  But our community of friends and family have been reaching out to us in so many different ways and I'm always reminded after experiencing the love and support of so many, how very blessed we are.  In my work as a care coordinator I came alongside so many folks who had no safety net at all, no family who could be counted on and no friends who could come alongside even to encourage let alone offer tangible support.  It has opened my eyes to what a difference it means to be in community with others.

  I'm also aware, however, how hard it can be to be in community.  It means opening up your life to others.  It means being transparent and vulnerable and not always being the one in control (as if we ever really are).  Since I've had to stop driving and Kim's disability has become so much more prevalent I've become so much more aware of how very independent I was before, and how I really kept many people at arms length to some extent.  Sure, I share a lot on FaceBook, but I don't feel like I openly invited people in real ways to be a part of my everyday life (a few, but not many).  But I guess simply being involved in things - like church mainly, but also at work - speaking up, sharing things about what was going on in life here and there with coworkers, friends and fellow church-goers opened the door for them to come in more than I realized.

  It's always been easy for me to speak in front of groups and much harder to have one on one relationships.  I have a very real fear of intimacy that manifests itself by avoidance.  While I may be an extrovert in that I am energized by being around people, when I'm in a large group I feel very awkward approaching others and starting up conversation.  Ach!  I hate that about myself!  How I wish I knew how to have small talk...  But ask me to preach, or to lead worship/music and share about how a song moved me and why and I'm your person.  Weird, I know, but I've always held the value of being myself around other people.  So whether it's in front of many or in a small group or even one on one, I can be very honest and open about my struggles, about how I feel about things and what God is doing in my life.  

   If you know anything about the Enneagram personality types (if you don't, Google it!) I am a nine.  So I am a pleaser to some extent, but even more so, I'm thinking about if something I do or say or what others are doing or saying might make others uncomfortable or in an awkward position.  I may avoid the later, but not the former.  I think it's good to have deep conversations, even hard conversations, but I don't want to back people into a corner, make them feel "less than" or stupid.  I'm a connector, a peacemaker, a facilitator, a translator.  I help others understand things more fully, I lead by example, I encourage and support, and I almost always think of others before I'll think of myself.

  So in a Zoom meeting I try to be as engaged as possible to encourage others to engage as well.  In a small group I will open up about things in my own life not only to share and let people in but also to help set the tone of the group - that we are doing life together not just reading/studying some book together.  If you want people to open up to you, if you want people to be involved in your life, you have to let them in - as scary as that might seem.

  Not everyone can handle transparency.  Some people feel they have much to hide that they're ashamed of or embarrassed about.  But I've found the more that I share my own failures, shortcomings, embarrassments and fears, the more safe people feel to share theirs.  I have no idea how I learned this.  I feel like it's always been innate.  But it's a gift that, as I've used it, has come back to me time and again.  People are refreshed to hear someone be brutally honest about what's going on (without going so overboard that they feel obligated to help or do something, that's never my intent).  But because I've let people in they've come to love me...which shouldn't be surprising, but it is.  I have felt the love of so many people in my life simply because I shared my own life with them.  Such a simple thing, but sometimes also so very hard.

  Community is important.  It's how God made us to live...intertwined, being there for each other, mourning with each other, celebrating with each other, holding each other up when things get hard, and encouraging each other on the journey.  It makes all the difference.  I truly don't believe we're supposed to be independent OR fully dependent on each other, but God made us to be interdependent, holding each other up as we limp along together through life doing our best to love God and to love others.

~Sally

Another Year and Here we Are...

   It's always amazing to revisit this site and be reminded of what was happening the last time I wrote.  Almost an entire year to the day has passed.  I traveled a lot in 2021!  In May I flew with the Jensen's to Boston for Anthony's graduation from Gordon Conwell Theological Seminary.  In August I visited the Saturno's in their new home in Carlisle, PA and then again in early December when I was blessed to fly out and baptize Vito (age 2) and preach at Anthony's ordination and installation service that same afternoon, December 5th.  What a wonderful day, and what an honor to be there and take part in it all.  In early January of 2022 I got to fly with my sister Ellen to FL where we visited my other sister Lee and my parents.  They were thrilled to have the whole family together - the first time in four years.  I am so fortunate to have had these opportunities.

  When I was returning from PA Kim fell and broke his other femur.  He had surgery and was then in behave for another couple weeks, coming home just before Christmas.  He's has a rough couple of months.  His hip is healing well and he's off all prescription pain meds, but the ataxia has been relentless and the added stomach issues (that we're learning may be ataxia related or may not be) have been awful as well.  To wake up five out of seven days in a cold sweat wrenching, then get the chills and feeling so dizzy you can hardly function and don't even feel like eating anything...a sorrowful existence to say the least.  It's been hard for both of us.  Kim will have an occasional day that's not quite so bad or maybe not have stomach issues, but the ataxia seems to get worse as time goes on.  It's truly amazing Kim isn't over the top depressed, but he listens to Charles Stanley daily (if not more) and hangs on to the hope that God is using this in some way for good, even if he can't see it.  God bless him.  He's tougher than he will ever admit.

  Change is on the horizon as my position at Rocky ends on April 30th.  I am going to apply for disability (I'm not legally blind) and hopefully can just work part-time as caring for Kim has become much more than it even was six months ago.

  Well, that's an update.  Hoping the next entries can be a bit more inviting, interesting and engaging!  I have a new laptop - so I'm hoping it will inspire me to write more.  Here's to inspiration!  G'night all.

~Sally 

What really matters.

 I had a really awesome day today.  While I feel somewhat guilty saying that - because Kim had a fairly crappy day today Ataxia-wise - mine was awesome.  I spent the morning with my friend Ady. Ady and I meet every couple of weeks on a Saturday or Sunday morning and just talk life.  We entered into this as a “mentoring” relationship but in all truthfulness I’m fairly certain that I get much more out of the relationship than she does.  We talk life and struggles and how we see God working and how we don’t see God working and get frustrated or angry or confused and then come back a few weeks later with beautiful insight and new found faith and hope.

  Today what stuck with me was our conversation about the work and action of God, the Holy Spirit and Jesus himself in the here and now.  I shared how I just don’t get people who hang their hat on the whole, “my hope is in heaven where there will be no more pain and no more tears” line.  Don’t get me wrong, I believe that life after this one will be amazing living in the presence of Christ himself where there won’t be all this BS that we have to put up with here, but I’m sorry, I LIVE IN THIS WORLD - NOT THAT ONE.  While it’s a beautiful thing to look forward to in the future, I need the kingdom of God that’s at work right here and right now and I truly believe it exists and is very, very real.  If I didn’t I couldn’t do this whole pastoring song and dance.

  I shared with Ady that one of the main reasons I went into ministry was because I couldn’t take all the churchy platitudes that give wonderful lip service to the saving power of God but you never hear about the real-life work and presence of God in the here and now.  Or just have nice neat and tidy answers for everything under the sun. I can’t deal with that - and I know lots of people who haven’t yet experienced the real-life presence of Jesus who can’t deal with it either.  Sorry, but my feet are firmly planted in the present-day here and now of this microwave world that wants everything now and needs to see to believe (yet yearns for the mystery and mystical as well).  Promises of the future and scripture-quoting don’t cut it and truthfully can really piss me off sometimes.

  I’m so grateful that I was gifted a faith that has really never doubted the existence of God.  That’s always been a given for me.  But while I always knew God was real and God was there, I didn’t always see evidence of his existence or even God’s presence, and I definitely didn’t always understand or even agree with the way he chose to go about things, the circumstances God allowed to happen, the people God allowed to return to him much earlier than I would have chosen.  This gift has strengthened me to move forward in faith when I had no logical or rational reason to do so.  (Thank you Jesus that you don’t work by logic or rationality either!)

  This takes me to the second part of my day (after returning from my time with Ady and spending most of the afternoon in leisurely reading) my friends Dave and Karen came and picked me and my two pans of brownies up and we went to the Four Winds Coffee Shop where we served a dinner of chili, salad, chips and a brownie to 50+ college students who came to pick up a free meal, this week prepared and handed out by our small group.  Dave and Karen then took me out for an early birthday dinner and we continued my discussion from this morning recounting the ways we have witnessed the kingdom of God at work in THIS world and experienced and grace and peace of his presence in numerous difficult times and through the loss of amazing people (Steve Gammill, one of many).  We have a long history together and our friendship is one that has spanned over thirty years.  We’ve grown in Christ together through Bible study groups sharing losses and struggles helping each other, growing in knowledge and trying to figure out how to live this life that God desires for us (and sometimes failing miserably).  We’ve each been on both the receiving end and the giving end throughout our friendship and it’s a beautiful dance of seeing God work in and through and amidst all we’ve lived both independently and together in community.  I don’t know what I would do without their love and friendship.  We all realize how rare it is, this kind of intimacy and interdependent friendship that comes from journeying together.  It’s a precious gift.

  Days like today help me to make it through days and sometimes weeks of life that can be hard, more alone than together, and full of more giving than receiving. Days like today get me re-centered and I’m reminded that “it’s not about me,” and that’s ok and as it should be.  Days like today help me remember that God really does know what he’s doing and that I can trust him - particularly when I can’t see or don’t understand what’s going on or what’s next.  Days like today give me hope, like the little leaves of the grape hyacinths pushing their way up through the rocky, hard dirt next the the driveway that should in no way have survived in the nutrient and moisture-lacking clay they are planted in.  That kind of hope and tenacity and resilience are what days like today give me.  

  Thank you God for sending me these people.  People I can be who I am with.  People who can be who they are with me.  People who point me to You and remind me that life is so much more than one day and yet all about one day.  Tomorrow will probably be different and possibly more difficult or challenging, but today I am thankful and seeing Your face, Lord.  I’ll take it. 

  Thanks for reading.  ~Sally

A Journey of Grief

  It’s been two and half years since we moved back to Grand Junction.  As I wrote before, the summer we moved back Kim lost almost thirty pounds and then a month after moving he was hospitalized with a colitis flare up.  We’ve always thought more was going on but testing showed some gastritis and the colitis, but not much else.  He’ll have one day where his stomach is fine and totally normal and another day when he’ll wake up puking. There’s no rhyme or reason and it’s so frustrating and just hard to do anything, plan anything...and Kim gets anxious about things flaring up if he was to go anywhere for any length of time, so he just doesn’t except for a few drive up stops or his friend Dave’s.

  As we entered 2019 and saw the neurological symptoms appear (imbalance and occasional slurred speech) we went to a local neurologist who sent Kim to Denver to UCHealth for more specific testing. He wasn’t able to get in until April and then back again in May.  A lot of really ominous diseases and disorders were ruled out and basically we landed on a neurological disorder called Spino cerebellar ataxia.  It’s a disorder somewhat similar to MS and is progressive.  It’s expensive to get genetically tested and there’s no guarantee that your particular type will be identified or even show up - plus there’s no real treatment so the only reason you’re doing it is to be able to officially say, “I have THIS type of SCA.”

  As time has passed Kim’s imbalance has worsened, his speech has worsened, and depending on the day he’s affected cognitively as well - usually just not tracking with things.  He has better days and worse days.  Sometimes the stomach stuff adds to the ataxia, sometimes not.  Life has changed a lot for us both.

  Add to this my having to quit driving altogether due to the progressive bullseye macular degeneration that I have and we can both say that 2019 was a pretty shitty year.  

  We’ve both been grieving...a lot...and I think we’re just now beginning to come out of it.  While the rest of the country started grieving their loss of life as they knew it in 2020, our grief had been well underway by the time the pandemic hit.  So life didn’t change a lot for us when COVID took over.  That’s probably insightful into how very exciting our lives are, lol!

  While I don’t want to go on and on and bemoan the turn our lives have taken, I also can’t discount the huge change it makes to not be able to go somewhere when you feel like it - even if it’s just a run to City Market (or maybe especially just a run to City Market).  The world I live in became quite small really quickly.  You don’t realize what a big deal it is until every time you want to go anywhere you have to think about: Who will I have to ask for a ride?  Do I feel like hanging out with that person? (Because usually it’s not just a “drop off” situation - or then of course they’ll have to come back and pick you up).  Do I feel comfortable asking that person?  Do I feel comfortable “letting that person in” to my life this day, this moment?  Am I in the mood to be social?  Why should that matter when I just want to run to the store?!!!

  I’ve learned over the last ten years or so - since I’ve gone to seminary actually, that I’m more of an introvert than I ever thought I was.  While I LOVE being around people, I don’t do a lot of small talk and it can be stressful and sometimes even exhausting (depending on many factors) to have to keep a conversation going.  I’ve never been one to have lengthy phone conversations or call just to talk.  And even as I think back to high school and my partying days, I almost always went alone so that I’d have the freedom to leave when I wanted (whether it be earlier or later) and didn’t have to fit other peoples’ agendas into my own (usually nonexistent) schedule.  Thinking too long about this kind of stuff can make one a bit crazy I do believe. Maybe I’m just an antisocial or unsocial weirdo, or maybe those things were the one part of life I could actually control, but that’s kind of how I rolled my entire life.  I guess a lot of folks do once you become an adult - not always have to have someone else with you when you go somewhere, etc..  Maybe I just started that early, I don’t know, but now it makes asking someone to not just take me somewhere but go with me somewhere a much bigger deal. Probably much bigger in my head than anything else...but who likes to do that much thinking just to run to the freaking store!  Ugh.

  When you add the anxiety of not being able to fully see everything it’s a bit overwhelming.  Going to new or unfamiliar places is really stressful now.  Because each of my retinas has a wreath-shaped section where I can’t see, I can easily miss things - like signs or steps or people if they’re in my blind spots.  I won’t see someone and then all of the sudden they’re there!  I can set a cup down on the counter and 1) forget where I put it (which is a whole different issue!) and then 2) not see it when it might be right in front of me.  It can be exasperating, depending on the day. 

  I’m so thankful for friends and family who are so ready and willing to help me, to help us both, and many have helped me find more tools and helps that makes things either easier to see because of more light or higher contrast, wanting to be the “fixers” that they are (and I totally get it because I’ve always been a fixer too)...  But ultimately these things can’t be fixed.  Ultimately these eyes are what they are...imperfect and flawed.  Ultimately we, I am going to have to figure out how to navigate through this new world and find joy in the midst of it all.  And I think part of grief is actually fighting or pushing against that reality, yearning for life how it used to be.

  As I come out of this season of grieving, not fully out mind you, I’m in a season of resignation but also of exploration.  What CAN I still do?  Or what can I do now that maybe I wasn’t as interested in before, but now I am because I can do it without help?  As I wrote that I thought, that sounds like a two year old, “I WANT TO DO IT!”  “What can I still do BY MYSELF?”  Ha ha!  I guess that never totally leaves us.

  Grief is a journey of both letting go and reaching out - and both are painful.  Letting go of what was - whether it be a state of being or situation, a relationship, a loved one; and reaching out in new experiences which, while they can be good can also be intimidating, difficult, and even unwanted simply because it means you might actually be moving on as it were and that means letting go of what was.  So even as you’re making headway...it hurts and it’s hard and you may push back because it’s uncomfortable and sad and different and (for me) dependent on others and ugh, just totally f*&%ed up.

  So that’s where I am.  Mostly good.  But some days caught up in the “woe is me,” of grief.  But mostly good.  I haven’t mentioned much about being a caregiver for Kim.  That may have to come on a different day...and he’s living his own story, too.  

  Hard stuff.  But I can’t end without sharing how God has not left me.  Certainly I’ve held Him at arms length for quite a while.  I didn’t, I couldn’t converse with Him because that would mean facing my situation and I didn’t want to go there at all for quite a while.  But He didn’t give up on me.  Instead He gently called me, until finally I could actually hear Him and then another long while before I could actually respond by drawing near to Him.  I didn’t really read anything for almost two years, which for me is foreign territory as I was used to having a stack of books that I was reading all at once.  I’ve been in the wilderness for a while.  But I’m thinking that the Jordan River might be just over the next little hill, and I know that across that river is the Promised Land.  I’m still in the wilderness.  Still in the desert.  But I think I’ve seen the river.  And that gives me hope.  I’m reading again.  I start my days by letting the dog out, getting her food, making coffee, and starting my devotional and bible reading (via audio) with Nicky Gumbel reading the Bible in one year as I do some exercises and yoga in the front room.  For me these are baby steps yet HUGE steps forward.  I’m still not sure I like them, but I’m doing them all the same.

  I still don’t know what the future holds, and truthfully it’s kind of scary to even think about so I try not to too much...but I do know Who holds the future.  And because of that I’m reminded that I have nothing at all to fear and all sorts of reasons to have hope.  

  If this finds you in a place of grief, of struggle, of change or even just discomfort I pray that you too can find hope in that you are never alone (whether you choose to acknowledge that or not) and there is a future for you that is good and can be joyful and hopeful - not because it will be filled with nothing hard or bad - but because the God of the universe will be with you and will guide you if you let Him.  For that I am thankful.  Thanks for reading.

~Sally

So much has changed...

  I logged back in to this long-lost blog and found that the last entry I made I'd never published...so I did.  It was from December, 2016!  Wow, how time has passed and life has changed.  So the update:

  In early 2017 I applied for a job in Montrose, Colorado with Rocky Mtn. Health Plans as a care coordinator, helping Medicaid members identify needs and helping to connect them with resources.  It sounded like it would be a good fit for my gifts and interests, paid well, and it would get us back to CO.  We moved back in March, 2017 from NC and I started my new position the end of that month.  I worked at home and drove a lot throughout Montrose and Delta counties mainly, visiting Rocky Medicaid members and helping them.  It was good work and I enjoyed it - although it was definitely a different schedule than what I was used to.  It was a treat, I admit, to have weekends off once again!  We attended First Presbyterian in Montrose and began hosting a bible study in our home that fall.  We made some amazing friends, and that group was just wonderful.  We did a couple different studies - The Jesus Life was my favorite.  Such a good book.

In the summer of 2018 we started looking for a house to buy and even had a contract on one when I was approached by two different people encouraging me to apply to for two different jobs.  One was in GJ with Charis/The House and the other was for a different position within Rocky working on a federal grant project.  It was surprising since I hadn't really been looking for another job, but knowing how God works, we paid attention to things and prayed a lot about if I was supposed to apply for these positions.

Well, the contract on the house fell through so I applied for both positions.  I interviewed for both, and ended up being hired for the Rocky position.  As it turned out I could really live anywhere so we decided to take the opportunity and move from Montrose back to Grand Jct..  We found a small house with an awesome yard and outdoor space and bought it and moved in August, 2018.  I started my new job that same month.  It was a steep learning curve, once again, to learn all about social determinants of health (SDoHs) - things like housing, food scarcity, transportation, utilities, safety and social isolation and how our project would recruit clinics to screen people for these SDoHs, refer them to care coordination to help connect them to resources, deal with all the data we'd be getting, and all the logistics that go along with all of that.  I've become much better at Excel (which isn't saying much), know a lot more about what drives overall health, have made some wonderful friends in my new work colleagues, and I now even supervise four people.  It's been a crazy ride.

Before anyone had even heard of a pandemic our lives started changing and our world was becoming much smaller.  In January, 2019 we noticed that Kim's speech would occasionally slur and he was losing his balance a lot more often.  The fall of 2018 he had been hospitalized for what looked to be colitis.  His stomach issues had worsened over that summer and he had lost close to thirty pounds (which he really couldn't afford to lose).  Something was going on.

The spring of 2019 he wasn't getting any better and the neurologist in GJ referred him to the Neurology Clinic at UCHealth in Denver for testing.  He had a spinal tap done, which ruled out a number of scary things like ALS, MS and Parkinson's disease, and when we went back a second time they zeroed in more on what is called Spinocerebellar Ataxia.  Ataxia is a word for both a disorder and symptoms like what a drunk person has - slurred speech and imbalance and not always clear thinking.  For Kim these symptoms were caused by something triggered in his cerebellum.  We have since learned it is more than likely genetic (sadly, his sister has been have similar symptoms as well) and it is progressive, so we should expect it to worsen over time.  (That has proven to be true.)

During this same time, March 10th to be exact, I had a very close call driving home from church and almost hit a man on a bicycle crossing the street as I was turning on to it.  I never saw him.  The Bullseye Macular Degeneration that I was diagnosed with continued to worsen to the point that it was unsafe to drive.  So I made the difficult decision to stop driving that day.  It was the beginning of a long, dark road for me that I'm only now beginning to come out of and will write more about later.

As time went on our son Sean and daughter in law Megan suggested that maybe we should consider living closer to them (we only lived about five minutes away), but they were offering to tear down their garage and build a small house in its place where we could live and be close and easy to help.  We dove into the project in late fall of 2019, started demo on the garage the end of January, 2020, and we moved in Easter weekend (April 11, 2020)!  It went SO fast!

So we are in our little 780 square foot one bedroom, beautiful house behind Sean and Megan's house - literally ten steps from their back door - and we love it.  Unfortunately, the week after we moved in Kim fell out front on the driveway and broke his femur.  He was in the hospital for a few days and it cemented the fact that he really needed to use his walker all the time, and he has ever since.

We are so thankful to be where we are - not only for Sean and Megan's help, but our good friends Karen and Dave Jensen and so many others who reach out regularly to help, to offer a meal or a ride.  It's amazing.

There's so much more to share, but at least this brings everything up-to-date and I can begin again, hopefully sharing more about how God has drawn me back into his presence and the many ways I see  God's presence and love and guidance as we live out this new normal now, additionally, in the midst of a pandemic along with everything else.  I hope you'll come along for the ride and be encouraged.  Thanks for reading.

It's the Holiday Season!

  It has been a whirlwind month or so as I (Sal) flew down to Florida for Thanksgiving and got to hang out with the family down there (Lee & Ron; Sam, Chris & their boys; Alex, Brit & Blake; Mom & Dad, Charlie & Ekat, Emily & Savannah) while Kim stayed home studying for finals that he'd be taking the week after.  So I went, and had an amazing time - and Kim stayed home and took all his finals and passed all his classes and graduated from Fayetteville State University last weekend!  Woo hoo!

  It's been a long haul for Kim - really over the last thirty or so years as he attended classes on and off - some at Metro State in Denver, some at Arapahoe Community College, some at Mesa State (Colorado Mesa University), some at Campbell University, and the rest at FSU.  What a testimony of perseverance and hard work.  We're really proud of him, and the kids were so excited for him that Sarah and Sean, along with Rocco and Rilo surprised Kim by flying out for the weekend to attend his graduation and celebrate with us.  It was AWESOME!  (AND he was totally surprised!)

  The church hosted a small party for Kim that afternoon and so we had a great time celebrating Kim, showing off our grandsons and kids, and spending time with great friends who would take time to acknowledge and celebrate Kim's accomplishment.

Our Listening God

  I've been reminded again recently about how involved God is in our everyday lives.  This last Sunday I shared with the congregation at Sardis how one of our parishioners, Marion, had shared with me a couple of weeks ago how God had helped her.  

  Marion had those knots in her stomach.  You know the kind - when your anxiety is about as high as it can go and you're starting to shut down when you really can't afford to be shutting down?  She had a big list, lots of things to prepare and all sorts of relatives arriving soon to join in the festivities for the church's 200th anniversary celebration.  Her anxiety had gotten to the point where she couldn't stand it any longer (one of those "Popeye moments," right?  "That's all I can stands, I can't stands no more!"), and she sat down and prayed to God - pleading with Him to take the stress, take the anxiety, and let her function and do her work in His peace.   As Marion told me the story tears filled her eyes and she said, "Sally, no sooner had I prayed for God to take that anxiety...and it was gone, just like that!"  It was so very obvious that God had made an appearance in her life and helped her in her time of need - it brought tears to my eyes as well.

  Now fast forward another week.  The celebration was a huge success, you'd think life would've calmed down - but for me it was still going 1000 miles an hour.  I still had two big commitments with  the presbytery that were weighing heavily on me and I found myself in the exact same spot Marion had been the week prior.  I was so overwhelmed with how big my list was and how much I had to do that I was near tears and could hardly function (kind of that "deer in the headlights" place).  As I shared this too with the congregation, I wondered aloud, "Why is it that we have to be so totally at the end of our rope before we'll seriously hand things over to God and be willing to receive His help?"  I don't have the answer, but that's where I was at.

  I sat in my study with my hands outstretched pleading for God to take away the knot that had made its way into my gut.  Take it away so I could get to sleep at a decent hour and wake up at a normal one.  Not surprisingly, just like Marion it was instantaneously gone.

  Over and over God has shown me in my life that He hears and answers prayers - and usually they're answered in the most extraordinary ways!  I have absolutely no reason for waiting until things get so bad - and it's not that I don't pray, or that I even didn't pray about the things on my to do list.  I just didn't seriously give them over or expect any kind of huge answer.  What the heck?!

  Today I just happened to decide to listen to a sermon by a Colorado pastor who preached about

prayer.  He talked about how prayer is a Christ-follower's go-to answer to everything that goes on in our lives and in our churches.  Somehow we think that working harder or talking more or giving a good argument are somehow better, but time and again God keeps showing me how when I give things to Him in prayer - He works things through SO much better than I ever could or would.

  I've shared with a few folks how I have programmed into my phone on my reminders, two prayer alerts.  The first is at 10:02am - that reminds me every day of Luke 10:2, and so I pray daily for God to send out workers into His harvest - because it's plentiful and we always need more.  I pray also right then for my church.  Then at noon I get another alert to pray for my elders.  I try to pray for each one and their spouse individually, but sometimes it's just a blanket prayer.  I share that because I can literally tell when I have slacked off on my praying, especially for my elders.  When I've allowed myself to be so busy that I can't even take 10-15 minutes to stop and pray for my elders I can see it in my relationships with them.  

  Prayer is such a gift when we do it.  When we ask God with a heart believing that He is not only listening, but that He will answer our prayers in the perfect way and at the perfect time - conforming our hearts to His, conforming our wills to His.  We have no reason to carry anxiety when we approach God and give Him our junk in prayer.  What freedom it gives us to continue on in life without worry.  We don't have to run away from the tough stuff, we don't have to hide in fear.  We don't have to buck up and be superman or wonder woman either.  God hears our prayers, knows our hearts, and will lift our burdens as we give them to Him to carry.

  One of my favorite verses comes from Deuteronomy 31:8 -

The Lord Himself goes before you and will be with you; He will never leave you nor forsake you.  Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.

  I'm so thankful that God continues to show His power and activity in my life, and what a privilege I have of sharing it with others who will hear and be encouraged in their own faith as well.  Can't wait to see what's next. :)

~Sally