Take A Walk With Me

While at work today I was thinking over the past few years. Some things in life are not as I would have hoped they would be. If I focused on those things, I could easily stay down. In doing so I would miss all the good things that are happening around me. Life is filled with the good and the bad. There are times of joy and sorrow. The past few months have been a time of change for me. I have watched my son make some really wonderful friends. He is excelling in school. Plugged in at church. He has found his voice and knows what direction he wants to go in life. I am very proud of him. He is also spreading his wings and I know as a parent; I need to step back and give him the space he needs so he can fly. For me personally, I have learned to be content. I won't lie, there are some days, when all I can see is everything that is going wrong, but then I look at all that is happening, and refocus on what matters. I love my church. I love my family. I have some really amazing friends. I h

 Grief can rise from the most unexpected times and places. In December, it will be a year that our beloved Sis. Vickie went home to be with the Lord. She has been on my mind a lot lately. Today, as my son and I were cleaning the church, he asked me about washing the baseboards in the foyer. I had a playlist playing on my phone and as he asked, the song changed to a song that Sis Vickie often referred to believing God was going to heal her of ALS.  I just stood in the foyer, mop in hand, and tears started streaming down my face. I remembered finding her on her hands and knees cleaning the baseboards so that it would be clean for a Sunday service. I remembered getting on my knees with her to help. She taught me almost everything she knew. She was going to teach me how to remove the light bulbs from the ceiling, but we never got around to it. She loved Bethel. She prayed fervently for the saints who filled the pews. She wept for those who no longer attended. She taught me how to forgive a