in protest

October 18, 2013

Words. Words. Words. They seem to come from every direction. The television. The radio. The newspaper. Junk mail. Facebook. Blogs. Emails. Music. Phone Calls. Sermons. Books. Magazines. Articles. Billboards. Mouths. I’m often overwhelmed by the words I don’t have time to process or read or listen to. There’s so much out there that people want to communicate. There are so many stories, beliefs, ideas…that my brain cannot keep up. So, I quit writing.


A little hiatus.


That turned into a three year silence.


A three year chasm in my journal, in my blog and in my heart.


And then, I went to a concert where Sara Groves shared the song “Why It Matters.” And, it has me thinking. Perhaps my words could add to the beauty for someone. Certainly not everyone. And, maybe just for me. But, if it adds to my beauty, then I guess I’m living in the space my Creator has given me. Creating. Musing. Listening. And, protesting all that is evil around me.

With the multitude of words coming from every direction, there is a danger that the words of the Story will get tangled up with all the others and will be forgotten. So, in protest of all of the empty words available to us, I want to tell my story… and, I pray that somehow my words tell a greater, more beautiful Story that matters.


power: an easy substitute

October 1, 2012

What makes the temptation of power so seemingly irresistible? Maybe it is that power offers an easy substitute for the hard task of love. It seems easier to be God than to love God, easier to control people than to love people, easier to own life than to love life.  ~Henri Nouwen, In the Name of Jesus

nap with Jesus

August 27, 2012

“Rest is a decision we make. Rest is choosing to do nothing when we have too much to do, slowing down when we feel pressure to go faster, stopping instead of starting. Rest is listening to our weariness and responding to our tiredness, not to what is making us tired. Rest is what happens when we say one simple word: “No!” Rest is the ultimate humiliation because in order to rest, we must admit we are not necessary, that the world can get along without us, that God’s work does not depend on us. Once we understand how unnecessary we are, only then might we find the right reasons to say yes. Only then might we find the right reasons to decide to be with Jesus instead of working for him. Only then might we have the courage to take a nap with Jesus.”
Mike Yaconelli

on leaving

August 27, 2012

Lately my little guy screams when his daddy or I walk out of the room. I know it’s completely normal, but it breaks my heart. I just have to wonder what is going on in his little head. We always come back. I often think to myself “Sweetie, I love you! I would never leave you.” And, when I think about it that sure sounds a lot like my Heavenly Father:

“Never will I leave you;
never will I forsake you.” – Hebrews 13:5 & Deuteronomy 31:6

And, I sometimes don’t trust Him. …makes my baby’s tears a little more understandable…and my own crying out a little more absurd.

ImageA week ago the day of my parents 45th Anniversary arrived. This past weekend my siblings and I went home to celebrate this milestone with other family and good friends. It was a fantastic weekend of playing and talking and loving…a gift my parents have passed on to us.

Sunday morning most of us went to First Plymouth Presbyterian Church — the church my parent’s met in, were married in, took us to and continue to attend. Currently, Neil Peck who is a barber by trade pastors this little congregation. And, I think he does an incredible job.

One of his “side notes” during his sermon was about my parents. And as is often the case, it was the part that really struck me. He briefly spoke about the difficulties of marriage… the worse, the poorer and the sickness parts. It really changed the way I viewed the celebration. While we were celebrating the better, the richer and the health which all happen to be true in my parent’s marriage, we were also celebrating the worse, the poorer and the sickness – again, all true.  As I began to think about those difficult times, my heart began to praise the Lord for them because I think they are potentially the parts of my parent’s marriage that are the most beautiful. When I think about the way that both of my parents love all the parts of each other – good and bad – the way my mother stood by my father’s side when his welding business was falling apart due to his primary customer moving away from the area, the way my father loved my mother through her cancer even shaving her head for her when she couldn’t do it herself… these are the things that cause me to pause. These are the things that encourage me to love my husband better…the things that choke me up and remind me just how much I love my parents, appreciate their example and make me thankful that I am the daughter of Ron and Norma.

To be honest, the worse, the poorer and the sickness are the parts of marriage that really scare me. But, if their response to these sorts of things has cemented their marriage helping to purify their love and make it something very beautiful, then I need not fear the hardships and trials, but instead praise the Lord for them.  Perhaps a feat more easily typed than lived.

Happy 45h Anniversary, Dad and Mom. Your love moves me, encourages me and has played a large part in who I am today. Thanks for it! It is undoubtedly the best gift I have ever received.

I Peter 1:22.  “Now that you have purified your souls by your obedience to the truth so that you have genuine mutual love, love one another deeply from the heart.”

i’m not sure I’ve ever really noticed this verse before… but i’m struck by it today.  if the purification of our souls is helped by our obedience to the truth… and if this purification which is helped by our obedience produces genuine love for each other … i’m concerned about the state of the Church — and even more concerned about the state of my own heart — cuz i don’t know that i’m experiencing that much “deeply-from-the-heart love.”

oh, Lord. have mercy on us.

out of place

July 19, 2012

a plant out of place is a weed

simply said

July 19, 2012

I keep saying I need to start blogging again.  I guess that means that I have enough energy to actually be thinking a little deeper lately…that’s good.  However, my life is filled with picking up toys, sweeping the floor numerous times a day, changing diapers — basically trying to keep this little household afloat.

And, thus, “simply said” is born.  Perhaps someday I will have time to develop these thoughts as I once would have at wendtonajourney; however, now is not that time. This little category will have to do for now while I continue to be the mommy of a little one.

blessed thought

January 20, 2011

He leadeth me! O blessed thought! O words with heav’nly comfort fraught!  Whate’er I do, where’er I be, Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me.

my own plan

January 10, 2011

One of my dear friends is the mother of a 17 year old who after a recent discussion about life after graduation told her mother “I don’t need your plan!  I have my own plan” with all of the attitude you are probably imagining.  When my friend told me this, I laughed and said “that so sounds like me talking to God.”  And, the more I reflect on it, unfortunately, the truer it seems to be.

I’m studying Nehemiah right now, and his confidence in leadership strikes me.  When others jeer at him or try to ruin his plans, he stands firm, yes, confident, that the hand of God is with him and that there is a job to be done.

I’m afraid that my responses are not always like Nehemiah’s.  It seems sometimes God hands me a plan that looks too hard, and I tell Him “I’ve got my own plan.”  Or, He hands me a plan that appears to be of little importance, and I tell Him “I’ve got my own plan.”  Or, He hands me a plan and when others jeer at me rather than trusting in His ability to work through the situation, I tell Him, “I’ve got my own plan.”

I suppose with Nehemiah’s confidence in God’s plan it should be no surprise that he led his people in building the long-awaited wall around Jerusalem.

Oh, Lord, forgive my “own plan.”  Amen.