Scraps to Scrumptious

I have two friends who are avid quilters ----their dedication, their joy, and their skill delights me. As I was driving through Kentucky on the road to Iowa, I noticed a sign for the National Quilt Museum. I stopped to pay homage on behalf of my friends.
I once wrote about the Guilt Quilt I owned, wrapping myself in it and snuggling in the warmth of blame and shame. It had bits and pieces of bad decisions, sinful actions, missed opportunities - each contributing their own square. It took me years to understand Jesus came to trade my GuiltQuilt for His righteousness--- I no longer cowered beneath the enemy's recriminations for I was free.
Even though I don't quilt, I thoroughly appreciate the artistry and the love. The colorful patterns reflect the craftsmanship, creativity, and perseverace of the creator. I am so thankful His Righteousness is a cover of many colors, many blessings, and many rejoicings. I am thankful for Janet and Sue who are keeping this treasured handicraft alive and will pass their work down for generations. I am thankful His love endures forever and I am forever released to walk in His freedom.

Hey, Mom ---It's Cold

Will Horch is 5 weeks old and already working on his frequent flyer account with Delta. While Dad Jeff worked on his sermon, Mom Anne and I took the boys to the mall in Davenport,IA.

Life has been full for this dear little boy... he has come into a world full of movement. He takes it all in stride. What stories we will be able to tell him.

Old Man River

Sunrise through the fog on the Mississippi River is a grand experience. The Great River Road goes from Minnesota to Louisiana....American highway afficionados know this as the GRR ---a road with a roar.This is mile 497 according to the marker.
During this week I traveled beside the old man, crossed it back and forth, and remained reverent. This is a river of substance!
As I drove through river towns, I envisioned Mark Twain and his journeys. Growing up in Cincinnati on another fine river, I was used to seeing the Delta Queen docked on the Ohio. This lovely paddle boat ignited my desire to amble from headwaters to the mouth and the Mississippi delta. A friend from St. Paul, MN. tells me at the very genesis of the Mississippi you can cross it by foot. To imagine this magnificent riverway could ever be a quiet, almost trickle of a stream is unthinkable.
The signs on the road constantly reminded me I was on the GRR. I gave some thought to that word "great" as I passed along this delightful, intriguing byway. My mind wandered to the songs referring to our God as great.....and to His attributes. I hummed Great Are You, Lord and Great Is Thy Faithfulness. No matter how great that old man river is or the road clinging to its shoreline, it will never live up to the greatness of our God. I love that!

Jack the candidate's son

A little boy won the hearts of the congregation at EFree/Clinton. After running around the fellowship hall for an hour, his sweaty little head showed how much he enjoyed himself.

Jeff the candidate

Jeff is a candidate for the role of Associate Pastor at the Evangelical Free Church of Clinton, IA. He preached Sunday morning (powerfully, I must add) and attended the Sunday evening Thanksgiving service and fellowship dinner. I grabbed the senior pastor (Tom Loyola) and asked for a picture with Jeff. Tom is a graduate of Dallas Theological Seminary and pastored there for years. He and his wife Sue Anne graciously and warmly hosted Jeff, Anne, Jack, and Will. It was such a blessing to be there with them as they experienced the love of Jesus through the people at EFree/Clinton.

He went "that-a-way"!

Clinton, IA. has a Children's Discovery Center ---- good thing to do on a chilly Friday when Mom, Dad, and brother Will were busy at a "get to know you" lunch.

Jack directs his world with his finger.....he absolutely manages everything and everyone through the masterful use of his pointer digit.

Amazing what power resides in that little 19 month old appendage. Clearly he has me wrapped around that finger.

I was thinking about fingers and the Sistine Chapel came to mind.....with the finger of Adam and the finger of God nearly touching. What an image. Of course, I believe if any touching occurs it is because God reached to us, not the other way around. We can point and point but until He extends His hand of love, mercy, and salvation, we point in vain.

These Feet Were Made For Walking

Jack Horch and I are good buddies this week in Clinton, IA. His Dad (and my son) is candidating for an associate pastor's position. The whole family has traveled to the heartland (Mom Anne, Jack, and 5 week old brother Will). I am here to be Jack's playmate for the week. What fun! He is 18 months old and absolutely full of amazement in all life experiences.
Yesterday we took an afternoon walk so Mom Anne could rest a bit. With his hand in mind we headed out across the parking lot. The whole time he talked and talked and talked.....in Jack talk. He was so animated and brought such delight to all who heard.
It made me think about the old Maranatha praise song expressing the hope that God is pleased with all He hears from us. Oh, that my words, my thoughts, and my actions would bring such pleasure to my God as Jack's words do to me.
Scripture talks a lot about walking.....Jack teaches me the practical lessons.

Feed My Sheep

While driving through Ontario, Canada, this summer I visited a yarn shop. The proprietress had a row of little sheep created with hand-woven wool and knitted features. This little one begged me to take him along on the road trip.....its colors matched, and its little eyes spoke wordless volumes.
I have never hung fuzzy dice from my mirror --- I don't even put stickers on my bumper, but this little one just had to ride along! He is now a permanent feature on my dashboard (nicely matching the Texas inspection sticker).
The original intent was to remind me that as God's lamb "I am His and He is mine." But friend Bob Cavinder expanded the message. "Brenda, as you travel your job is to feed His sheep. Don't ever forget that."
So, as I go, I try to get my heart into help mode and look the little sheep straight in the eye asking "Okay, what is our job today? Who are we to encourage? Where are we to say a word for Jesus?"
Joy for the journey in the face of a Canadian sheep.

Sister Miles and Smiles

I am most blessed! Mary Helen Noland is my friend, my traveling companion, and my connection to Fred and Mary Alice Smith.....

Our September trip ended with lunch on a lake in East Texas...we hated to see the time end. Lord willing, there will be many more excursions, conversations, and adventures.

Little did we know when we were adversarially sharing a room all through growing up years we would share someday with joy. God is good.

Summer of the Sun

Ooops, didn't mean for the pic to be so prominent, but -----

This summer I got tan....didn't mean to, but walking and swimming are more easily done outside and I thoroughly enjoyed the brightness of the days.

It became an interesting experience. People asked me about my activities....often wondering if I was frittering my summer away by "tanning." Then, they asled if I intended to get tan rather than maintain my year round paleness. I don't know how you can get accidentally tan, but....

Of course, spiritual principles occurred to me. Tanning is not something that just happens...it takes attention and timing. It also takes regular activity. Tans don't stay (as I am in the "fading" phase) - they must be worked on continuously. Isn't spiritual growth the same way? We can't do Bible reading once a week in church and expect the Son to shine and His reflection to be seen day after day. I found myself grabbing a few minutes here and there (even stopping at a McDonald's outside table while traveling) to soak up 10 minutes of Vitamin D. Wouldn't it be great if we stopped during our busy days to read a few verses of scripture, or just visit with God?

Would people start to comment on our spiritual glow if we purposed to bask in his Sonshine? What if we designed activities that took us into His world and into His light?

I loved the summer of the tan and it will probably not be repeated for many summer seasons, but I enjoy much more the reminder that a purposeful, intentional plan to Son year 'round gives no wrinkles and feeds my soul.

Official Tabulation

100K!

I promised a good friend a bottle of champagne when her income hit 100K....I figured the Cruiser wouldn't mind if I just stopped and said thank you for traveling these miles in safety and good humor.

6:00 on 10-1-10 the odometer read 100,001 when I pulled off Interstate 20 in Pelahatchie,MS. YAY and thanks to God for this wonderful little car!

Sister Miles

When Mary Helen and I shared the same room at 8525 Given Road, Indian Hill, Ohio we fought constantly. The five years of difference (she is definitely the younger one) rubbed us raw. "I can't wait 'til you leave for college and this room is all mine!" I heard that often during my senior year. Now, I am in my senior years and we happily share miles of travel together - thanks to the generosity of her dear husband who gave her up for a week.

As you can see, our first stop was Nashville. All roads used to lead to Rome, but now they lead to middle Tennessee and Jack Horch.

How I love this little boy. Being a Gram to all my grandkids is probably one of God's richest blessings in my life. "He puts the lonely in families" says the Psalmist. When I hit lonely moments I think about these wonderful 6 grandchildren (soon to be 7) and praise God for His mighty gifts.

Mary Helen is the perfect traveling companion ---- we love the same food, have bladders the same size, and love to fall asleep with the TV tuned to HGTV. What more could I ask?

We talk about whatever is on our mind and what is in our heart.....doesn't get much better. It is so nice to be known by someone so deeply.

Blogger, Where Art Thou?

I am "on the road" and fully expected to faithfully write each night. But, no ---- didn't happen. Therefore, I am at the end of the trip and trying to sit down to organize some thoughts to share.

Lest you think it was an uneventful journey, worry not because it has been fruitful, filled with good food,, and special time with sister Mary Helen. More on that later.

Reminds me of God's faithfulness. Even when we don't hear His voice, He is thinking about us and constantly caring for us. It is terrific when we have one of those "I've just seen Jesus" moments, but more of life fits into the "trust Me --- I am here even when you don't hear" category.

What are you doing under there?

Howard Hendricks, known as "Prof" to generations of Dallas Seminarians, once responded to a student who started his explanation with "Well, under the circumstances" by saying, "Son, what are you doing under there?"
My blog is billed as writing about the travels and travails of my life journey. I find it much easier to snap a pic, post it, and then see the spiritual applications. That is sheer joy. It is much harder to face the travails.
But, what kind of tour guide only shows you the movie set side of life?
This has been a tough year.... it has been the Dickens' "the best of times and the worst of times."
My grandsons are all growing. They ache all over as their bodies stretch. I, too, am growing and I ache, as well.
Remember the old Andy Williams' song, "Where is this place called Lonely Street?" I have the answer ---- it is in East Texas on West Holly Trail. The peace sometimes leaves me in pieces. I don't miss LBJ traffic, but I miss the movement of people in my life buzzing back and forth.
However, Dr. Hendricks is right ---- these are circumstances and I have taken my eye off the ball --- taken my eye off Jesus. The enemy of my soul has done one of those sleight of hand tricks --- distracting me to lead me astray. I am not "under the circumstances;" I am under the blood of Christ. My happiness is not dependent on the happenings; my joy is dependent on freedom in Jesus.
So, every now and then I am going to open my heart's door and share the darker side of the journey ---- only because there is true light along this route. Probably won't have as many pics, but who knows ---- I may surprise myself --- and you!

Signs of Truth

"Expect delays" ------"Expect extended delays" ------"Delays ahead"

I saw all of these often on the trip. Each time it was because construction was ahead or because accidental destruction occurred. The warnings made me do a giant "Oh, no...." then try to figure out an alternative route (which usually ended up taking longer than waiting out the delay, by the way).
Okay, you are way ahead of me on this application, aren't you? Let's jump in and do it together...when God has us under construction or when we have run off the road creating spiritual destruction, we see the flashing sign -----"Expect delays!"
The journey to the Celestial City wasn't straight, nor easy for Christian in Pilgrim's Progress. I find it just as challenging. My paternal grandfather was named for John Bunyan and carried with him the vision of this great Puritan.
I, on the other hand, struggle with these delays and push to find ways around them. I am impatient and often grumble when my forward progress is deterred. But, you know something? Some of the greatest growth comes in those delays. He told me to expect them --- and sure enough, they are there. He told me sometimes they would be extended--- and sometimes they feel like they will never end.
But they do! I look back and see why I needed to slow down. I see dangerous places in the road, see roadblocks, and am grateful for the warnings.
God's principles pop up in the everyday --- what fun!

Miss June's House

"You'll be staying in Miss June's house." Having read The Miracle on Caney Creek I knew this was the residence of Miss June Buchanan, co-founder of Alice Lloyd College and namesake for the K-12 June Buchanan School on the campus.

"This is the closest I will ever come to staying in the Lincoln Bedroom" was my response.

What was I doing in this honored place?

I was there because my Dad made a difference in the lives of many and I was coming to Pippa Passes, KY. to carry on his legacy. A tad overwhelming.

In April, 2011, a team of men and women influenced by Dad will be coming to the campus to participate in a Fred Smith, Sr. Leadership Symposium. I came to meet with Dr. Jim Stepp, Executive Vice President and brother of President Joe Stepp. All this was heady enough, but sleeping in Miss June's bed touched me.

As I sat in the early morning hours preparing for the breakfast meeting, the anachronistic nature of the scene hit me. I was wirelessly online as I sat on her porch ready to talk about Breakfast With Fred. Their hearts were for mountain leaders; one of Dad's favorite phrases was "Give me men to match my mountains." June, Alice, and Dad would have been a dynamite team.

Getting ready, I stood in Miss June's bathroom, looked into her mirror, and thought about her focused determination. "Brenda, to what is your life given?" was my question. I want to think the image in the mirror reflects the heart and life of her service looking to the Lord Jesus Christ for power and strength.

Faces of the Future

The pic with Alice Lloyd is crying out for a caption, don't you think? This tiny woman doggedly built a community to develop, educate, and inspire leaders for Appalachia. Her dedication is built into the DNA of this campus. "We are taking advantage of every opportunity we have in order to come back and lead in Appalachia."

The personal stories varied, but the personal devotion to the vision of Alice Lloyd remained consistent.

I am grateful to Kayla, Natalie, Janet, Tiffany, and Cody was making my visit meaningful.

By the way, the fireplace is in the business building. When originally built, it was used to heat the classroom. Now, it sits adjacent to all the latest electronic equipment which heats up the brains and futures of Alice Lloyd students.

One more thank you ---- to Alice Lloyd was seeing the majesty of the mountains and the magnificence of its people.

Floyd to Lloyd

Alice Lloyd came to Appalachia to find young men and women who would make a difference. She wrote back to her Boston friends, "The leaders are here." That was true in 1917 and especially true in 2010.

"Call me when you get lost.....and you will," said the President's assistant. The travel from Floyd, VA to Pippa Passes, KY. was full of oohs and ahhs as I motored deeper and deeper into the mountains of Eastern Kentucky.

The Miracle of Caney Creek is the book written about Mrs. Lloyd's dream. I thought I was prepared for this campus visit --- but there was no way to anticipate this emotional experience.

Over the bridge are the words "Bridge to the Future." As I looked up and saw the students standing over Caney Creek, I thought I saw Mrs. Lloyd smile.

Scripture tells us "without vision, the people perish." With purpose, plan, and perseverance people not only survive, but thrive for generations. A big part of my heart now lives in Pippa Passes!

Out of the Fog

"Don't enter in fog, snow, or ice." The boilerplate warning on the Welcome to the Blue Ridge Parkway sign caught my eye, but not much more on this beautiful August Monday morning.

I cheerfully drove along the curvy road listening to blue grass music and congratulating God on his good work. Suddenly the fog descended, blocking the breathtaking views and slowing my progress to a crawl.

Where was the sun when I needed its heat to burn off this smoky haze? Well, Brenda, you ARE in the Smoky Mountains!

By Blowing Rock, the sky was blue, the mountain vistas exhilarating, and my attitude much improved.

I laughed as I thought of those times of spiritual fog when I desperately needed the Son to burn off the haze. I remembered times when I missed the opportunities for spiritual sightseeing because my vision was limited. I quickly thanked the Lord for His fresh wind that blew away those foggy times in my spirit and left me with clarity of soul. Fog driving is difficult; fog living is disastrous.

Ole in Floyd

"How about Mexican?" That is a pretty normal question around dinner time in Texas. But in Floyd, VA? Sure enough, I met Margie Keith, sister Wilma, and brother in law Glenn at El Charro's.
The authentic menu transported me thousands of miles back home. A fun experience.
The trip to Floyd was motivated not by Tex-Mex, but by long time friendship. Margie's friendship with Dad and our family went back nearly 50 years....first in Nashville and then in Dallas.
BWF's ability to produce continuing articles and weekly thoughts is in great part due to Margie's faithful transcription of Dad's notes for nearly 20 years. Her gifts extended far beyond her official "term of service."
When the Lord Jesus spoke to the disciples of those who would come behind, he spoke to the legacy of faith. BWF is about stretching and blessing future generations because Dad's wisdom is made available. Margie is a key link in that chain.
Sometimes we wonder about the impact of our day to day work ----Margie Keith proves the value of the words, "Whatsoever your hand finds to do - do it with all your might." Thanks, Margie.

Yummy

"You just must see Mast General Store."Anne and Bob's introduction to our Sunday afternoon tour couldn't begin to describe this fabulous place in Waynesville, NC.

Downstairs is a grandchild's delight....colorful bins of candy of all shapes, sizes, and descriptions. AND Nehi Peach. Have you ever had that? Sure, Nehi Orange and Nehi Grape, but Peach? Anne and Bob model the scrumptious elixir for you. It is "keep-the-bottle-so-you-never-forget" good.

Waynesville, NC is full of interesting people, beautiful shops, and delightful adventures, but Mast General Store put lots of deposits in my memory bank.

Spiritual application? Maybe sometimes it is okay just to enjoy and not try to find a "life principle." Sometimes it is just very good to "taste and see that the Lord is good."

Friendly Mountains

I lived in Colorado and spent a great deal of time in the Rocky Mountains.....they were scary. Late one night while driving from Denver to Pagosa Springs in a blizzard, I nearly went over a cliff....that will do something to you! Another night I drove that road anxiously, only to look into the clear sky and literally see an enormous representation of God's face in the vast starry space.....no, I wasn't doing post-hippie drugs...

The Rockies are majestic, bold, and even brazen. Ah, but the Smokies ----they are friendly. They hug you and tell you about the security of God's loving presence.

Leaving the Cove, I drove to Maggie Valley, NC to visit with new friends - Anne and Bob. She and I met in Brockville, Ontario. Her brilliant son did the landscape architecture for the Garden of Hope. Isn't it fun to have both summer trips weave into the road trip tapestry?

They toured me around Lake Junaluska, the Methodist encampment, and allowed me to enjoy the peacefulness of this lakeside retreat. In the 1930s my Mom and Aunt Helen camp here for a church meeting....I walked into buildings which were here and housed them.

We get so caught up in change, tearing down to build structures which are already obsolete at dedication, and forgetting the contribution of the past, we fail to stop and connect our dots. What a shame.

Paul asked Timothy to share what was taught him and pass that along. We stand on the shoulders (and row in the boats) of those who came before.

I peered in the windows of the conference center and pictured generations of young Methodists hearing the gospel message and committing to a life of godliness and service. I must confess, Steve's message of inclusion and love was still flowing for I didn't have any desire to run around and post a reformed blessing anywhere ---- I was thankful for the Wesleys and for the moment let John Calvin rest awhile!

Jesus With Skin On

"When we all get to heaven, what a day of rejoicing that will be ---- when we all see Jesus and shout the jubilee!"

I once went to a camp that had "rapture practice." Actually, it was just a way they could get a group of sleepy kids to jump before breakfast!

We talk about heaven --- we talk about Jesus --- and so often we fail to practice for the real thing. Steve Brown focused (when he wasn't doing holy rabbit trails) on the call of God to love one another.

I cannot think of a more important message for our church today. In the name of doctrinal purity, we are bleaching the life out of one another. Dallas Seminary has a plaque in the middle of the campus reading, Preach the Word. What is that word other than love? Preach, don't bleach, please.

My friends pictured above are Cove friends ---- two precious women (and Steve, of course) who grew up with him in Asheville. They have adopted me and the attendees started calling us "the three." We all go to different churches, follow varying doctrinal traditions, and yet all love Jesus and each other. Pretty cool.

When we all get to heaven and see Jesus we are going to truly see Him as He is, but right now we have a chance to love each other as Jesus with skin on day by day.

Open Your Hands

Steve Brown, in his inimitable style, totally ignored the printed outline ---- how refreshing. The last time I came to the Cove, a couple behind me kept flipping pages. Finally, one said to the other, "I cannot find out where he is!" It made me laugh. Steve is never on the printed page --- but he is always right where he needs to be.....poking and prodding.

I left home with a fuzzy head and a fretful heart.....little by little as I drove, the Lord threw the heavy rocks from the bag I was carrying, and left them behind. I called my sister to exclaim, "I am getting free!" Good thing because Steve is all about that.

Walking into the beautiful lobby, I sat down by the fireplace and thought of Ruth Graham's lovely book and her thoughts while sitting by her fire. God works in the fire, whether to refine, restore, or renew. This fireplace is very special to me ---- it speaks of God's precious blessing on my life. There are holy places in all of our lives --- The Cove is one of those for me.

Steve talked about volitionally opening our hands and offering EVERYTHING to God. I had to lay down hurtful thoughts, carefully crafted phrases I was warehousing for the right time, and a heart that often resisted mercy. Oh, how I hate when the Lord shows up and shows me up! But, then when He is through and the heart is opened, there is such peace.

As I sit here by the fireplace writing this, I am 12 again, sitting at Ridgecrest Baptist Assembly and dedicating myself to "full time Christian service." Use me, Lord, and empty the bag of rocks ---use them to build an altar and build bridges. They are way too heavy to carry and way too dangerous. Thank you, Jesus.

Face to Face

The first real stop on this trip is Nashville. Have you noticed how many times the road automatically goes through Music City? Funny, but I wonder if Jeff, Anne, and Jack moved, would my itinerary change, as well? HMMMM

"Walking Jack" greeted me as I came through the door ---- but very cautiously. He kept one eye on me without losing sight of where Mom and Dad were.....none of this bait and switch stuff.

He ran through his repertoire of tricks and then settled down for an afternoon siesta.

Jeff and Anne shared a rare date night, so Jack and I celebrated the evening by making a special trip to Wal-Mart. I am so proud of his parents ----he is Wal-Mart certified at 16 months.

After that were the key times: dinner, story, and bed! Anne says Jack is now a "food factor" in her budget. She is absolutely right. He loves to eat.

During story time we cuddled on the couch, sharing many books with kinesthetic stimulation....big thick pages and finger puppet characters!

All was going smoothly until he pulled back his head, literally stared at me, then adopted a serious raincloud expression ---- just before crying. It occurred to him that this voice wasn't his Mommy's voice --- and this face very definitely wasn't his Mommy's face ------YIKES O RAMA ---- WHERE IS MOMMY?Thankfully, I was an okay substitute and we moved on to the third time - bed with great peace.

Someday there will be times in heaven ---- judgment time, shoutin' time, feasting time ---- and then NO TIME! We will look into His face and He into ours.....and there will be no crying, no tears whatsoever because this will be the face we have longed to see. We will be face to face with Jesus.

Not Wired Enough

In this wireless world, cables are still necessary ----- definitely for the downloading of pics to one's blog! Well, the particular cable that accomplishes that task is sleeping happily in the right drawer of my office desk in the piney woods! SO ---- until I get home the blog will be "words only." However, I promise to drop in the appropriate pics when I return.

Home Again

Off the road after 23 days. Easy to type, but hard to deal with! I miss the road!
The last week has given me time to process. What did I learn?
1) God is so very good to this child of His. He and His people watched over me with diligence, tenderness, and love.
2) We live in a beautiful country. Any creativity we exhibit is a reflection of a God whose spoken word produced magnificence.
3) The time away energized my spirit. Any years I have left must be dedicated and devoted to living God's way.
4) Encouraging friends in the Spirit has to be the best use of my time. Praying with other believers provides a profound connection to the Father.
5) I am blessed with friends and family at home who strengthen my heart.

Road trips aren't for everyone I know, but I can't imagine why not. My Dad once told me he walked into my bedroom when I was little and found me with arms wrapped around my knees very late at night. "Why aren't you asleep, Brenda?" "How can anyone sleep when there is so much to think about?" I am thankful for a Dad who thought that was a cool answer from an 8 year old! He would have loved my road trips ---- so much to see and think about!
I am having a hard time adjusting to "life off the road." But, the same God who nurtured me day after day on this trip will lead me. What a great hope.
My friend Roberta has a license plate that reads " Soli D G" It is shorthand for Soli Deo Gloria ---- ALL glory to God. SDG is a great three letter summary for Road Trip 2010.

Ring, Ring

When I took this pic, I intended it to be the visual for a post about the sadness of entering Canada and finding my phone totally useless. The rain was a perfect background to express my tearful response ---- and my phone's, as well. I decided the Cruiser, the phone, and I are a mighty traveling trio. We are powerful until proven powerless by the bridge between Detroit and Windsor.
However, as I begin the goodbye to this road trip 2010, this represents a heart full of thankfulness. My face breaks out in a smile as I think of the hours spent talking to family and friends for 5000 miles. Of course, in Ontario I tried to respect the "no phones while driving" prohibitions. There was one slight slip as I sailed above the speed limit and happily talking away passing a sitting Ontario highway patrolman. I think he showed grace to this lone star lone traveler.
On those days of sheer exhilaration, I shared my joy with my dear ones. On days of fear and excruciating weariness, I heard words of encouragement from my dear ones. Gratefully, there were many more days of true joy.
I want to give a special "shout out" to Mr. Meek who was there each and every day, patiently listening to my play by play accounts. Thanks, friend.
And a profound thanks to all of you who emailed, posted on my FB wall, prayed, and vicariously traveled with me. I am a stronger person because I experienced the hand of God and the expression of His love through you all.
Tomorrow I will wrap up, but will have to take that last pic ----think hanging on to the Selah sign is probably most appropriate!

Too Beautiful To Capture

Ironically, there is no pic to this post. And, it is all about extraordinary vistas and landscapes. I left Green Bay, waving goodbye to Roberta, heading toward home. Driving through Madison, WI, I lifted my hands in prayer and asked the Lord to send revival to this town which so celebrates liberal thinking. I may not be watching Fox, but my heart still beats with a definite conservative cadence! That city is exceedingly pleasing to the eye.
But then I crossed Old Man River and entered Iowa. The broad expanses of hills, fields, and trees made my heart sing. "Oh, I wish I were a painter." There was no way for my little camera to capture even the slightest hint of what my eye could see. I stopped to sing my own praise song.
A brief stop in Ankeny to visit with an old friend gave me the extra energy I needed to push toward Kansas City.
The sun was going down as I entered Des Moines. The gold cupola of the State Capitol brilliantly shone. I must admit I had a visceral response to this sight. It reminded me of the 5 winters I spent in this beautiful town, and the years before that in sales meetings for my company, Principal Financial Group (based in Des Moines).
Liberty, MO's Fairfield Inn had a room and bed all ready for me after this long day. 14 hours of traveling were exhilarating but a tad exhausting.
My eyes, my heart, my mind, and my soul were fed on this day as the trip came close to an end.

July 4th in Door County

Walking through a back courtyard, I spotted this patriotic scene ---- isn't it great? The flowers seem to add the white touch to the red and blue of the chairs. And don't you love the umbrella?

As I put my itinerary together I pondered...."where will I be on July 4th?" I think back to many outstanding celebrations....on the shore of the Pacific Ocean with three young children romping in the waves as the fireworks boomed overhead; on the capital hill of Iowa listening to a military band and watching veterans spontaneously stand up all over the lawn; joining a family reunion of total strangers who warmly invited my friend Vicki, her mom, and me to "come sit with us and watch the fireworks!"

This time I was on the Door County peninsula, surrounded by Green Bay and Lake Michigan. We watched bursts of color and heard blasts of sound as we enjoyed the peacefulness of the woods and the water. This one will get a special star in my July 4th memory book.

As I traveled, I so appreciated our country. I watched very little TV, but prayed a lot for our leaders and fellow citizens. My son, Jeff, once told me "We need to see you praying for our leaders." Jeff, I took your counsel and spent much more time lifting up than I did putting down.

I am a proud American --- I am a thankful American --- I am a prayerful American.

Pearl of Great Price

The book of Proverbs talks about a good wife as a pearl of great price. Bob Roloff found one and loved her for 50 years. One week after that joyful celebration, a tanker truck ran over his car and his earthly life ended leaving Roberta and their son Kevin.

Their story was one of true love, lifetime partnership, and serving God's kingdom together.

We met at a Guideposts meeting. She was encouraged and strengthened by Mr. Fred Smith (that is the way she always addresses him). I am a legacy friend - and proud of it.

Her four nights of hospitality overwhelmed me. What a way to end this extraordinary trip ---spending time talking about the hand of God in our lives. It was the most natural conversation...nothing stilted, nothing staunchy....just two friends talking about their mutual friend, the Lord Jesus Christ.

In her loss, she feels the comfort of the Spirit. In her loss, she sees the ways she can comfort others. In her loss, she senses purpose and hope.

We ate, we laughed, we shopped then we ate some more, laughed a lot more and filled the back seat of her car with more Door County bags. We were most patriotic on this holiday weekend - we left money and greased the wheels of the peninsula economy. Oh, did I tell you we ate? It will be worth the hard work to eliminate the extra pounds I brought home...I got them eating some great food.

Door of Opportunity

Door County, WI ----a little bit of heaven on earth.

Forty paces from Roberta's back porch to the water's edge --- and then total privacy. It is hard to believe this very lake flows around major cities, three states, and roads of every sort. People, people, people surround Lake Michigan, but not at Roberta's house in Door County. This stretch is private, personal, and unspeakably gorgeous.

A friend made an apt comment...."Just think what the new heavens and earth will be when the beauty of this earth is so great." Hard to imagine anything more spectacular. I did my own share of praising Jesus as I walked along the shore, up and down the woody paths.

I am so grateful for my friend's generosity - and her gift of respite from the road.

God does good work, doesn't He? And His people kindly share the bounty of the beauty.

Passing the Baton of Faith

Nancy Leigh DeMoss is passionate about building a movement of True Women who will pass the baton of faith.....the Lord has given her a powerful platform and message. Her conference in Fort Worth October 16th and 17th is an opportunity to be deepened spiritually. Check for details at http://www.reviveourhearts.com/.

Meet My Brother

My good friend, Janet, has a brother and sister-in-law in Wheaton, IL. When learning of my itinerary, she immediately said, "You need to meet David and Andrea." She is so interesting, I knew I had a treat in store if it worked out.

They lived 5 blocks from Harold and Jeanette Myra --- a nice early morning walk.

A quick visit before heading to Green Bay made my day. What fascinating people! Thanks, Janet.

Sacred and Holy

Fittingly, there is no pic for this post. There is no way for me to capture the awe of Saturday morning in Appleton, WI.
Dr. James Veum transferred from earth to heaven last week. His life was honored and God was worshipped in Appleton on June 3rd. Roberta blessed me with her invitation to attend with her.
The First English Lutheran Church grabbed my heart and spirit as I entered. The beautiful woodwork, the stained glass, the high ceilings, and the strains of organ music transported me to a place of deep worship.
We moved through the service, following the liturgy, entering in with readings, and congregational singing. No song leader --- just a common agreement to begin at the end of the organ's bold introduction. That fascinated this Baptist girl!
I did not know Dr. Veum, but I hope to spend time with him in heaven. Each moment of the service drew me closer and closer to the spirit of God. The Spirit clearly filled that gracious room.
Sitting there gave me moments to review the trip. I saw God's protection, His blessings, His surprises, His epiphanies....good word in the church.
At the end of the service, Dr. Veum's son, Erik quietly stepped to the front, picked up his violin, and played one of Massenet's famous works. My heart and my eyes filled with emotion as the music soared. But, as the music ended,, Erik took a step, put his hand on the casket, and mouthed, "Bye, Dad." Even now as I write about it, my eyelids cannot keep back the tears. The common bond of children saying goodbye to godly parents binds us all.
I realized the wonder of sitting in Wisconsin with a room full of people I will probably never see again until heaven and yet experiencing the oneness of Christ's body. Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee.
The pastor sermonized and spoke the amen.....the organist struck the powerful first measure of Widor's Toccata --- I was glued to my seat. We will hear that in heaven --- it will play on the elevators, along with Handel's Messiah!
We silently walked out of the church. As we sat in the car for a moment, Roberta said, "I don't think we will need to go to church tomorrow!" She smiled and I totally agreed. Surely, the presence of the Lord was in that place and I was blessed beyond all expectation.

Refreshed by Roberta

Expecting me in Green Bay about 4:00, my friend Roberta patiently waited for me as I struggled to break free from the bonds of Cook County, Illinois. Remember the old poem that talks about breaking the surly bonds of earth? That was me......oh, well, the emotional trauma soon vanished as I drove into her Green Bay driveway.

The Cruiser stood a little taller as it parked bravely and proudly in front of this magnificent home. It spent the next few days in the garage ---- with its own kind, though.

As I crawled into the grand bed, I felt like Eloise at the Plaza.....

I stepped into the glass room to see a place set for me. The peace and beauty of Roberta are translated into the atmosphere of her home.

The Bible talks about entertaining angels unaware.....I felt like I was very much aware of being entertained by an angel --- God's gift of rest and refreshment.

Lost in Space

No pics on this one ----- I GOT LOST IN CHICAGO! My favorite town turned on me.
Actually, I turned on myself by not using a map, but depending on written directions copied from Mapquest. Those are great if you don't make mistakes, but if you veer off the path, you have no idea how to make corrections.
My children used to beg me not to make life applications from every experience. Sorry, kids ---- this one just begs for expansion.
Dad used to say, "You don't need a map if you have a guide." A dear friend of mine is on a road trip and uses "Ginger" the Garmin Guide. I prefer maps. However, I need to have one handy, not just neatly packed away in the back of the car.
Okay ---- time for application. My life needs the direction of the Holy Spirit through the Word --- the whole word. I can memorize a few snatches of scripture and depend on them. Great. But, if I veer off the path I need the whole counsel of God. I need more than a sketchy outline. And, I need it right there at my fingertips.
After driving aimlessly, I finally stopped and retrieved the map from the back. Mentally I did the "you are here" and "you want to be there." Sounds good, doesn't it? The only problem ---- I grabbed a regional map, not the local one. It showed me the big picture, but I needed the down and dirty, nitty-gritty version to get me out of the mess. In my life, it does no good to depend on platitudes and general statements of faith. When you are in deep water, you need the intimate knowledge of the most High....you need His light to show you EXACTLY where you are --- not generally where you think you might be.
Thanks to the patience of a friend who stayed on the phone with me, making me laugh, and making pointed remarks about my inability to navigate (with my strident pushback, of course), I arrived at the place to proceed safely.
The Holy Spirit stays on the phone with us as we wander --- and wonder. The Word of God points us to the places we got off the track and shows us where the on ramps are for our life of faith.
Thankfully, my kids don't read the blog because they would be saying, "Oh, Mom!"
Thankfully, my God doesn't give up on me -----and brings me safely home. Praise Him!

The Value of Friendship

On my itinerary June 1st says "Meeting with Harold Myra." That brief line couldn't possibly express the time with them. Yes, I was privileged to listen to him gracefully, yet pointedly, offer counsel about the direction and future of BWF. Whenever I sit down with him, I gratefully drink in his experience and leadership gifts.
But, time with the Myras is literally that ---- time with both Harold and Jeanette. Their partnership strengthens me, encourages me, and gives me many opportunities to laugh. They are just fun!
You can see by the pic I will never have a second career as a portrait photographer. Sorry to the Myras, but I wanted you to have some visual clue about these people who mean so much to me.
Behind them is a commissioned piece depicting one of their favorite places, Door County, WI. "We told him what color we wanted the water and the sand." Wonder if God had a hue chart as He masterfully moved His finger to color our world?
Harold was a favorite of my Dad's for decades. Dad used to ask people, "Who first said 'I believe in you?' " I am sure many built into Harold's life,, but Dad certainly let him know of his belief and trust.
Time in Wheaton was mentally and ministerially challenging. Time in Wheaton was spiritually strengthening. Thanks to the Myras for June 1st.

Illinois Greeting

Walking through Wheaton, Il. I felt warmly welcomed when I saw the personal greeting for the Cruiser.....isn't this extraordinary. How in the world did they know I was coming?
THEN, I remembered -----Those azure and blue colors (and the giant M) meant those good folks were fans of the University of Michigan, not the Cruiser and me. Well, they might be if they just knew us.
Being an Ohio State grad, I choose to cheer for the blue of the Cruiser, not the blue of our arch enemy!
But, it still felt great to be acknowledged so far away from home.

My Kind of Town

Driving from Benton Harbor, MI to Wheaton, IL allowed me to skirt one of my favorite cities of all --- -Chicago. As I threw coins and coins and coins into their toll boxes, I remembered the years I spent in and out of O'Hare, sales calls around the downtown corridor, discovering the tastiness of Maggiano's and visits to the Art Institute. My kind of town, Chicago is!

Revive Our Hearts

I bet you don't know where Buchanan, MI is! That is where I spent my day yesterday. Nancy Leigh DeMoss is the host of the Revive Our Hearts radio ministry, as well as the True Woman national seminars.

The final taping for the Spring season began at 8:15 yesterday and ended at 5:15 on Wednesday. After receiving an invitation to sit in, I reconfigured my schedule. WHAT A GREAT DECISION.

Nancy taped 8 radio programs and facilitated an after-taping session with the audience of women. This road trip has been a time of hearing God's voice. You would think in the woods, I would be totally tuned in to Him, but not always so. The Cruiser has been anointed by the Lord to be His ministry vehicle for me. It takes me from place to place of divine encounters.

As Nancy moved from program to program, I felt the arms of God wrapping around me, warming my heart, and urging me to seek and serve Him with a heart of love and enthusiasm.

After such a long day, Nancy graciously invited her out of towners to share dinner at her lovely home situated on a cliff overlooking the St. Joseph river. Just one more breathtaking example of God's handiwork.

http://www.reviveourhearts.com/ is her website. She will be in Ft. Worth October 14-16 for a True Woman meeting. They are expecting over 10,000 women to participate.

I don't know if I told you, but one of the "learnings" on this trip has been a clarifying of my current mission. I believe God has been saying, "Feed My Sheep." I think he is calling me to an even more purposeful ministry of encouragement and hope. This day with Nancy increased my passion for God and His women.

Nancy and my Dad were friends....interesting to see how the influence of Godly Dads plays out.

Niagara Falls with No Gun and No Guy!

My friend, Reagan Gasaway, checked in with me as I started out. "Girl, do you have a gun with you?" "No, God will watch over me." "Brenda, I don't think God would care at all if you had a gun with you."

Then, we talked about my itinerary. When I got to Niagara Falls, he asked if I was still going to be by myself. "Of course ---- this is a solo journey." "What fun is that? Niagara Falls with no guy?"

Immediately, I thought it sounded like a great country western theme ---- Niagara Falls with no gun and no guy.

I have done well just doing Smith without Wesson. God has watched over me with such great care.

Niagara Falls was one of the great surprises and gifts of the trip (even without a guy!)

I planned it as one of the shorter drive days to allow myself a morning in Brockville. My dear, sweet sister in the Lord, Diana Dodge shared her morning with me, so it was a good strategy.

The reservation I made at the Marriott was for the backside of the building on a AAA rate. Fine with me.

When I checked in, the gracious woman noticed I am still a gold customer with them, so she upgraded me. And upgrade me she did! I had a gorgeous room looking out at the falls (both American and Canadian) with an unobstructed view. I was just dazzled. That afternoon's rain moved out before I checked in, leaving a rainbow over the falls......it felt like a Universal Studios set.

At 9pm the colored lights over the falls came on --- I was just mesmerized. After sitting in the Jacuzzi tub with its own view of the falls, I pulled up the luxurious linens, and took in hour after hour of God's handiwork.

"Oh, Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your work in all of the earth." When we think of His voice being like that of roaring waters, Niagara gives us a hint of this powerful resonance.

I was so grateful for this quiet evening.

Oh, the pic was taken from my hotel room window!

Garden of Hope and Faith Walk - part 2

Garden of Hope and Faith Walk - part 1 of 2

I promised some pics of the Garden in Brockville, Ontario. I think this post is better left without narration. It is a work of love ---- it took 5 years to complete. I do hope you will have the blessing of walking through and experiencing the grand work of God's grace.

One word: the main sculpture through the meadow area is the Lord leading His sheep. Off to the side is one sheep with the scripture: "All we like sheep have gone astray." I loved that little sheep ---- I have been that little sheep. All praise be to the Good Shepherd and His love for us.