Blessing of the Hands

In May of 2011, a new tradition was started during a nursing pinning ceremony at the college where I have worked with nursing students for 11 years. As I observed from the piano where I was quietly playing music, a chaplain anointed the nursing graduates' hands with oil, and said a prayer of blessing over their hands as they launched into their nursing careers. It was one of the most meaningful ceremonies that I had ever attended. 

As I drove home on that evening in 2011, I felt a seed of desire already growing in my heart to have my hands anointed. So, prior to the pinning ceremony in May of 2012, I asked the chaplain if he would anoint my hands after the ceremony. As I sat on the piano bench and held out my hands, I cried as I felt the soothing oil being rubbed into my hands, and I heard the chaplain pray a sweet blessing over my hands as I continued during the days ahead to play the piano, work with students, love and support my son, and make myself available to serve in whatever capacity that God had planned for me. 

I have played the piano since I was seven years-old. In less than two weeks, that will be fifty years. Where has the time gone?

I treasure these words from Barbara Johnson: "How priceless that You anoint me for ministry using my own two hands... Jesus, I want to use my hands the way You used Yours to heal and lift and resurrect lost things in people's lives. I pray the compassion I feel in my heart will find its way to my fingers. Amen."

Psalm 90:17 - "May the favor of the Lord our God rest upon us;  establish the work of our hands for us- yes, establish the work of our hands."

Lord, I sang as a child that You have the whole world in Your hands. And, I still believe that with every fiber of my being. Please use my hands to serve You as long as there is breath left in me.

Lessons From the Green Rocking Chair

Barbara Johnson penned these words:  "Yesterday is a sacred room in your heart where you keep your memories...From your yesterdays you draw lessons and encouragement to pass along to others."

Yesterday afternoon I spent some relaxing time in a bright green wooden rocking chair in McBee, SC. From the green rocker, I watched brightly colored butterflies lighting on orange and yellow lantana blooms. The butterflies appeared to be playing and having a jubilant time. Remembering those playful butterflies makes me wonder when most adults stop playing. And, why do we stop playing? Is playing considered to be trivial, undignified, and unworthy of our time when we reach adulthood?

My mind travels back in time to when I was a child. As the dusk settled in, we would chase "lightening bugs" and would place them in a jar that had air holes punched by our mama in the metal lid. Collecting those lightening bugs was our way of making our own live blinking flashlight. We would play "chase", hide and seek, and jump rope. And, there was always a bicycle to ride or a basketball to shoot in the goal that was attached to a tree in the backyard. You would never hear one of us saying that we were bored. 

As I rocked rhythmically in the bright green wooden rocking chair, I was moving back and forth without going anywhere. As I ponder that, I wonder who came up with the "rule" that we must always be moving in order to reach a destination in a big hurry. While rocking, I had a most pleasant conversation with a silver-haired lady from Georgia. As we rocked in unison, the only thing I knew positively that we had in common was our preference for butter pecan ice cream. While the weight loss programs would surely frown on the fact that she was finishing off her friend's ice cream cone after consuming her own, I loved her philosophy of not letting good things in life go to waste, especially when it is homemade butter pecan ice cream!

On this day, I want to be a child. Not childish, but child-like. I took a first step toward that goal by trying chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream on top today instead of the boring adult variety that I usually have.

I love Steven James' thoughts about being child-like: "Set loose my awe and my squirrelly playfulness... Let me be young enough to run, not walk, toward the playground...Let me be young enough to make snow angels and climb trees in the twilight....to be astonished by dandelions and quick to chase fireflies."

Lord, make me more child-like, and restore a jubilant, playful spirit in me. Thank you for allowing me to slow down enough to see life lessons from the bright green wooden rocking chair. 

Letting Go

A couple of months ago, a thoughtful friend (thank you, Kimberly!:) shared a written message by T.D. Jakes. Since that day, I have spent some time pondering the topic of letting go. It is so easy to hang on to people, words, attitudes, bad memories, habits, hurts, and the past. My friend, Patti, very accurately calls this hanging on behavior mental hoarding. I want to share some excerpts from T.D. Jakes' message:


"If you are holding on to past hurts and pains....LET IT GO!
If someone has angered you....LET IT GO!
If you are holding on to some thoughts of evil and revenge....LET IT GO!
If you are involved in a wrong relationship or addiction....LET IT GO!
If you are holding on to a job that no longer meets your needs...LET IT GO!
If you have a bad attitude....LET IT GO!
If you keep judging others to make yourself feel better....LET IT GO!
If you're stuck in the past, and God is trying to take you to a new level in Him....LET IT GO!
If someone can't treat you right, love you back, and see your worth....
LET IT GO!"


When I allow myself to stay bogged down in the mud and mire of the past, I am cheating myself out of what God has planned for me during the current chapter of my life. When I let go of the past, I am free to move forward in the direction that God has already mapped out for me.  
He will reveal His plan to me in His perfect timing. I must confess that I sometimes have a different idea about the definition of "perfect timing". But, I know that God's timing is always the best. 


In Philippians 3:13-14, Paul talks about forgetting what is behind, straining toward what is ahead, and pressing on. If we have a personal relationship with Christ, then we are free to let go of the things that have kept us in bondage.


I cannot control if a negative thought or memory comes to mind. But, I can choose not to dwell on a thought or memory that promises to drag me down into the pits of despair. That doesn't mean that I live in a world of denial. It just means that I am choosing to let go.


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


Lord, give me the courage to let go and to press on toward what You have for me in the days to come.

Human Being or Human Doing?

Joshua Sundquist, a young writer from Virginia, penned these words:  ...Stress has forced me to step back and reconnect with the things that do give me peace: going on walks, reading books about spiritual matters, journaling, spending time with family and friends. In short, I've been trying to become more of a human being, instead of a human doing."


Those words hit me right between the eyes. And, I must ask myself this question: Have I become a human doing, and completely lost sight of how to be a human being? Further, if I am a human doing who is in constant motion, how can I expect God to speak to me when I am obviously too busy to listen?


On this very evening, a dear friend spoke some wise words as we discussed via text messaging how there is always more that needs to be done. Patti gave me permission to share her thoughts. She said that life is too short to limit ourselves to only things that need to be done. It is important to sometimes allow ourselves to do things that we want to do. In Patti's words, "I think I am finally learning, after all these years, the important things. It is not money or what you have; it is special times with friends, a smile, just enjoying simple pleasures like sitting on the deck listening to the birds.." Patti is a strong, intelligent, creative woman who has figured out what some of us strive for a lifetime to learn.


In the 23rd Psalm, David writes, "He leads me beside the still waters." Then, it should be no great surprise that the next verse says, "He restores my soul." Is it possible that we need a time by the quiet, still waters in order for our souls to be restored? It occurs to me that, when I am in perpetual motion and always thinking of what I need to accomplish next on my endless self-made list, there is no hope of my soul being restored.


The good news is that there is a Shepherd Who majors in restoring hope to the soul. As Max Lucado says, "The jungle is still a jungle. It hasn't changed, but you have. You have changed because you have hope."


Maybe, just maybe, I need to give myself permission to spend some time by the quiet, still waters or in another quiet place that nurtures my soul. And, I am seriously considering tossing that endless list that I have made, as I don't want to spend the rest of my life being a human doing instead of a human being. 


Lord, restore my soul.

The Journey

On this morning, I am sitting at a table on the 19th floor balcony. The "power tool workers" have either gone on strike, finished with the loud part of the pool project, or are off on Saturdays. Whatever the case, I am grateful for this balcony time when I can soak in the soothing song of the ocean.

Since the weather is unseasonably warm, people are starting to gather on the beach....a little girl wearing a pink shirt walks beside her daddy and occasionally stops to bend down and examine a pretty seashell....a little boy runs toward the ocean to gather water in his sand bucket...a daddy is holding his toddler's hand tightly so the child does not fall in the sand or wander into the crashing ocean waves...the sounds of laughter....couples of all ages walking without a specific destination....individuals jogging or walking alone.

As I watch from my 19th floor balcony "perch", I see life and hear the sounds of life. And, I am reminded that life is precious.

On this last day of March in 2010, I had no idea that I was carrying a small malignant tumor in my body. No idea that, on the next day, I would receive a call that would forever change my outlook on life.

The days that followed that phone call were filled with the emotions that go along with surgery, radiation, and uncertainty. At the same time, I was dealing with emotions that accompanied watching my husband leave after 28 years of marriage. I would think I was coping fine, then would find myself crying while lying very still on a table as radiation filled the cavity that had housed the small tumor.

During those radiation treatments, I listened to a piano CD that I had recorded a couple of years prior to that time. Before recording those songs of the faith, I had prayed that God would use the CD to minister and comfort at just the right time. Only God knew that the CD would comfort me during some very dark days. After completing my round of high dose radiation treatments, I left the CD in the radiation center in hopes that it would comfort others who would travel the same path in future days.

Tomorrow I will be a two year cancer survivor. It feels so good to write those words! I am very aware that many have had a much more difficult path during their cancer journey. But, I am grateful for my journey. And, on this day, I am thankful for the gift of life.

John 10:10b - I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full (more abundantly).

Psalm 139:14a - I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

Psalm 139:16 - All the days ordained for me were written in Your book before one of them came to be.

Lord, thank you for the journey, and for the gift of life.

Numbing Noise

On this Friday morning, I am sitting at a table in a room on the 19th floor. And, I am watching the majestic ocean waves through closed glass doors. Normally, I would be reading or writing while sitting at a table on the balcony, and the song of the waves would soothe my soul. But, there is a maddening noise that has thwarted that peaceful possibility. Specifically, the grating sound of power tools as an outdoor pool is being constructed. The workers and their noisy tools seem to be busy from morning until night as they are diligently moving forward on this project which I have, truthfully, resented. A dear friend offered to pray for a workers' strike. Not a bad idea!

As my son says, "Whoa!! Hold on!" I am feeling resentful of the incessant noise that others create. And, it occurs to me that I sometimes intentionally surround myself with noise and activity and busyness. Is that my way of numbing or avoiding my pain?

After almost two years of legal separation, my divorce was final eight days ago. Even though I knew that day was coming, it still felt like someone had kicked me in the stomach when I sat at my dining room table and read the notarized divorce papers which had been signed by a judge who probably signs divorce papers every day. While caring friends were saying, "Let's celebrate!", I was feeling like a death had occurred.... Death of a marriage.... Death of "til death do us part."

A time will come when I celebrate the beginning of a new chapter in my life. But, for now, I grieve. While it is easier to surround myself with noise and busyness, I need to allow myself to feel the unedited version of how I really feel. No pretending that I have it all together. There are haunting questions like, "Was I not good enough?" and "Could I have done more to make our marriage last for a lifetime?" While I won't dwell on those questions forever, I must face them. "Anesthesia" such as food, activity, noise, sleep, and work will numb my pain for a limited amount of time. But, only waking up and facing my grief will allow me to move forward in my life journey.

Author Steven James writes that we cannot expect the visible to heal the invisible. A damaged soul can only be bandaged by God's hand.

"So I lay myself before You:

a damaged heart in need of repair,

an empty vessel needing to be filled,

an aching soul needing to be healed."

(from "A Heart Exposed" by Steven James)

Psalm 34:18 - The Lord is close to the brokenhearted, and saves those who are crushed in spirit.

Lord, I feel like someone is using sandpaper to scrape the open wound of my heart. Thank you for staying close in the midst of my noisy and hurried life. Help me to face my pain and to feel Your presence.

Clowns and Shakers

On this night, thirty years ago, I had been married for just a few hours. And, on this night in 2012, I have no words of wisdom or advice.

Even though this has been a busy day, it has been a time of introspection and pondering. Jumbled thoughts dance through my head tonight as I travel back to 1982. During a time of no cell phones or internet, we planned a wedding from 1100 miles away. Dress patterns and soft blue material were mailed to all of the bridesmaids who were either in North Carolina, or would be traveling from as far as Florida, Texas, and New Mexico. Family and friends served as gracious and willing hosts for the wedding party members who had traveled long distances. The groom wore his formal Air Force uniform, the best man sported his formal Army uniform, and the groomsmen wore black suits with striped ties. Since I was an Air Force officer, I briefly entertained the thought of wearing my formal uniform, but opted for a beautiful white wedding dress which made me feel like a princess. My tall, handsome daddy wore his best dark suit, and proudly walked me down the aisle. Before entering the room, I remember holding my daddy's arm and standing in awe of the elegant sanctuary which was lit by hundreds of glowing white candles.

Even after all of these years, it touches me that so many people volunteered to help make the wedding weekend a memorable occasion. A dear lady in my home church decorated the sanctuary with greenery as a wedding gift. Another precious family friend made the wedding cake and matching sheet cakes as a wedding gift. The white icing with red roses perfectly matched my wedding bouquet. My sweet Mama made the food for the reception, and was available for whatever needed to be done. Bridal showers were hosted, and net rice bags were made and filled. The church choir sounded like angels as they sang "The Majesty and Glory of Your Name" from the balcony of the sanctuary.

One of my sisters bought dolls, and sewed wedding outfits for them. The groom doll was a clown which would fit right into my clown collection. My youngest sister, who was about 11 years-old at that time, gave me a salt and pepper shaker set which consisted of a boy and girl clown. The girl clown was holding a red umbrella, while the boy clown was holding a blue balloon. I remember that my sister cried because she thought the salt and pepper shakers were not as nice as other gifts that we received. Joy, you had a kind and generous heart then, just as you do now. Some of the other gifts have been long forgotten. But, your gift from the heart will always be remembered.

We had many wonderful years, and in 1992 were blessed with a precious son who is now in college 400 miles away and continues to be a joy in my life.

In just a few days, the divorce will be final. To be quite honest, I am not sure how we got from where we were in 1982 to where we are now. But, as I sit here with my bride and groom dolls and my little clown shaker set, I know that I have been blessed.....and I would do it again.