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Follow My Leader

Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.

Hebrews 11:1 (NIV)

The calendar rolled over to 2018 at midnight…we have a new year! I like new beginnings — it energizes me to start afresh and move forward. I’m not one to look back much, for a couple of reasons. One, it can be depressing.  Two, you can’t change anything that happened. All those woulda, coulda, shoulda dates written in  over the months can sometimes be painful reminders of things done or undone.

My word for the year is “faith.” As I pondered and prayed about what word to focus on, faith kept coming up. But I wondered how it differed from hope, my word from another year. Google gave me some insight and it always referred back to the source as the object of our faith. As Christians, that source is God — the beginning of it all. Faith in Him is the way forward.

One way to lend some understanding is: My son promises his two little girls a trip to Disneyland. They have faith (or trust) in their dad to keep his word because he has done so in the past. But they have hope as they look forward to this new and exciting adventure.

As I look over my calendar for 2018, I can plug in a few dates which give me something to look forward to. But those hopes and dreams may change if God chooses to take me on another path. And that is where the faith comes in. It may not be where I want to go, the people I want to go with, or the mode of transportation. But faith allows me to trust my Heavenly Father to take care of His daughter and and I will follow Him.

I wonder what adventures we will take this year?




Compete in the good fight of faith. Grab hold of eternal life—you were called to it, and you made a good confession of it in the presence of many witnesses.

1 Timothy 6:12 (CEB)

Forty-four years ago, the famous court decision, Roe vs. Wade, was passed. Twelve days earlier, my first baby was born and I was in the fog of new–motherhood. All the discussion about this hot topic was under the radar for me and I admit, I missed it.  It wasn’t until seven years later, the impact of that fateful decision began to penetrate my thinking and I realized that I never wanted to miss something as important as that again.

It wasn’t that I was a bad citizen — I voted. Maybe, I read the paper. But I had a friend who ran for Congress and needed some help getting out the vote on Election Day. I volunteered and was hooked in this wide swath of life called politics. Because my children were school-age, the issues that concerned them, concerned me. As a result, not only did I support the pro-life position but also worked on education reforms in my school district.

I spent twenty-five years in the heat of the battle. It is with a bit of amusement that I watch and note that the millionwomanmarch is creating such a stir. You would think that women never cared about anything before. Ask the suffragettes of the late 19th and early 20th centuries what they hoped to accomplish. Of the 58 million aborted babies, how many women didn’t even get a voice? A fellow at the gym had to get home so his wife could go to the march in Tucson. When I asked him why she wanted to go, he said it was to solidify with other women against husbands who were telling them what to do. (I wondered how he felt about that but said nothing.)

The Madonna’s of the world do not represent me. Ashley Judd will never see me spend any money on her movies again. The angry, resentful, bitter attitudes displayed may make them feel better but I can assure you that it does not speak for all women. We who are older worked in our own ways to make a difference. We did not sit home, watch soaps, and eat bonbons. And the fact of the matter is that it is hard work.

Elections have consequences and fear is surfacing as the primary one for women today. The battle cry is to unite, train women to run for office, disrupt where possible to get the attention of the media, be a pain in the neck. That may get you some scrutiny for awhile but I certainly don’t want my granddaughters to follow in your footsteps.

Lawmakers have to learn the art of compromise which is sadly lacking these days. I ran for a party office and as pro-life as I was, I learned how to approach each lawmaker in liberal California to get their endorsement. We sat down and discussed what was important for each of us…where to give a little to get a little. As a result, every lawmaker always took my call. They could trust that I wasn’t going to yell at them, disrupt the chamber while in session, say and write filthy things on the Internet, or embarrass them.

I have had two chats on Facebook over the last two days with young women that I know — Christian wives and moms — that believe the world, as we know it, is going to end with Donald Trump as President. He was not my candidate but he is now the duly elected President. The one thing I can testify to is that we will survive. When Bill Clinton was elected, I was devastated but I received a fax early the next morning that said, “Never, never, never, never give up,” a quote by Winston Churchill.

One day I realized that in my effort to change the world, it was my effort and not God’s. All the time, energy, and money spent to make a single change can be overturned by the voters in the blink of an eye. He called me to get out of politics and into the role of Mentor Mom for a group called MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers). What greater calling than to influence the mothers of the next generation for Jesus where real change takes place, than to march in the streets and create chaos.

I hope that one day my five granddaughters will say that their Nana was a strong woman who believed in faith, freedom, and family and fought the good fight every day of her life.


Thunder and Lightning

When he speaks in the thunder,
    the heavens roar with rain.
He causes the clouds to rise over the earth.
    He sends the lightning with the rain
    and releases the wind from his storehouses.


When we moved to Arizona ten years ago, a family member told me to watch out for the monsoons. Being a California girl, I had no idea what we were in for. We moved in late June which is the beginning of the monsoon season..and I soon found out.

Picture this: Clouds begin to fill our clear blue sky, fluffy white at first and then turning dark gray. Winds pick up and the trees start to sway as the velocity increases. As the sky darkens, lightning zig zags while thunder roars in the background. Sometimes those lightning strikes sound and feel like they are right outside the door, while other times, light fills the sky followed by a distant rumble. The rain begins — quickly changing from sprinkles on the concrete to torrents of water running down the street. Then it’s over. The sun returns, the heat increases and drys the ground, the desert is refreshed.

As I thought about the loud thunder that can be heard for miles, there is no doubt in my mind that when the trumpet sounds with the return of Jesus, we will all hear it. Nothing is impossible for our Creator — He proves His power and majesty in the middle of the storm.

It’s encouraging to know that while the storms in my life appear ready to take me down, God is there — not surprised, not fearful, not confused — but capable of everything I need to weather them and move forward on dry ground. I can trust Him for my safety and walk out of the storm ready for a new day.

How great is our God!


Messy House

So clean house! Make a clean sweep of malice and pretense, envy and hurtful talk. You’ve had a taste of God. Now, like infants at the breast, drink deep of God’s pure kindness. Then you’ll grow up mature and whole in God.

1 Peter 2:1-3 (MSG)


My house is normally pretty tidy with things picked up and a clean kitchen to work in. But I hire a couple of girls to come in twice a month to “deep clean.” The other day I walked into the house after lunch and it looked like a whirlwind had hit it.

Because of the holiday, my cleaning girl brought a couple of extra friends to help her catch up on the missed day. All the furniture was pulled away from the walls. One girl was on a step-stool wiping down bookshelves. Another had the kitchen torn apart and was spraying and wiping the counters and cupboards. I heard others in the back of the house making noises with vacuums and mops.

You would think that I was messy and dirty. On the surface, the house looked fine, but underneath the furniture, behind the books, in the nooks and crannies out of sight, dirt and dust lingered and multiplied.

It made me wonder about the state of my heart and life. I can put on a good face and attitude and people observing will think all is well. Not much cleaning up for her to do. But is my heart and mind free of fear, prejudice, frustration, anger, pride, and selfishness? Honestly, no. If I had to clean them up all by myself, I would fail miserably. But God took the giant vacuum cleaner to my life when I confessed my sins and weaknesses to Him and accepted His offer of love and forgiveness. Jesus’ blood cleansed me and gave me life eternal.

Yet, this world still leaves our feet dusty as we walk the roads of life. The news indicates that things are hardly tidy and free of grime. We have experienced a week with the murders of police officers in Dallas, rallies in cities across the nation to protest racism, lies and distortions by politicians. And that is only in the United States. The rest of the world is hurting, too.

We will never live in a perfect world, this side of heaven, but we have help and hope from God’s word, The Bible. When we spend time reading, meditating, journaling, confessing our sins, and praying over the truths that we read, God promises to grow us up into mature people. Just as my grandgirlies had to learn to walk one step at a time, so do we. The love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control are a result of the Holy Spirit in our lives. Only then will:

  • Anger on the streets be replaced with love.
  • Racism be replaced with acceptance.
  • Rudeness be replaced with kindness.
  • Pride be replaced with humility.
  • Fear be replaced with hope.
  • Division be replaced with unity.

The disorder and disarray in my house? By the time they left, everything was back in place, the sinks sparkled and the floors glistened. Maybe it’s time to check the corners and pockets of your hearts and minds for dust and grime. Give Jesus the opportunity to clean up your mess and make your life clean and whole, ready to be a light and witness for Him to a darkened world.


I can’t. I CAN.

For I can do everything through Christ, who gives me strength.

Philippians 4:13 (NLT)


Most of the time I have a pretty good handle on the ups and downs that enter our lives. I’ve called the ambulance four times for Mark in the past 10 years. (Thankfully, not recently.) And when that happened, I put on my big girl panties and dealt with the crisis. Calm, cool, collected. I have had friends comment that I was so in control when making those necessary calls to family and friends.

But recently, another blow was leveled. I had awakened at 2 AM with this foreboding hanging over me. I hadn’t wanted to spend time thinking about something if it was not going happen, but then it did. The worst thing I could do was search google for answers instead of God’s Word. All it did was add to my fears.  I prayed and read my devotions and Bible, looking for God to speak to me. But the peace was missing. I kept hanging on to the problem and possible outcome and scenarios. I fell apart at 4:30 AM and all I could say through my tears was, “I can’t do it anymore, I can’t do it anymore,” shaking my head to confirm my words, as I sobbed on Mark’s shoulder.

Tears spent, I got up and dried my eyes. There was no more sleeping for me so I opened my iPad to scroll down Facebook. My eyes landed on the picture posted at the top of the blog. A light bulb went on. For sure, I CAN’T. But JESUS CAN. He didn’t expect me to carry this burden by myself with my measly strength but was there to carry the burden and me as we walked the path forward. I don’t know if you have read the poem about the footsteps in the sand but this is exactly the comfort that I needed.

Ahhh. Peace.

I look back over the paths I’ve traveled and see the pile of stones stacked up by the side of the road to show the times where God met me in my need. I’m still human but learning faster that I can’t fix it — only Jesus has that power. He’s the one to turn to when the way is bleak because He knows where to go and how to get there. And His plans for me are good.



And the Lord told him: “Listen to all that the people are saying to you; it is not you they have rejected, but they have rejected me as their king.”

I Samuel 8:7 (NIV)


For a political junkie like me, this is an amazing time. Yet, in the thirty years serving in the Republican party, in some form or other, I have never witnessed anything like it. I know what it is like to put every ounce of my time, effort, and money into a candidate and I know the elation of winning and the despair of losing. However in the end, the will of the voters prevails.

The children of Israel watched God do amazing feats on their behalf, rescuing them from slavery and death. But the farther away they wandered from Egypt, the more they forgot how bad it had been. They wanted what they could see—to be just like everyone else. The desert was a dangerous place and they thought a king would protect them and keep them safe.

The prophet, Samuel, was displeased with this request and prayed for wisdom. God reminded him that the crowd was not rejecting his leadership. They were rejecting God, Almighty. He told them to give them what they wanted. But if you read the rest of the chapter, God also told Samuel the consequences of such a decision. They left a life of slavery to become slaves again — this time to someone of their own choosing.

The Pilgrims suffered harrowing experiences to settle in America to be able to enjoy religious freedom. Now, almost 400 years later, Christians are asking for a “king.” Why? Because of anger and fear? No, we have forgotten who is really in charge. We have traded our trust in Him for our own self-sufficiency and we will find it sadly lacking.

Believers in Jesus — this election is a clarion call for righteousness not cowardice. Pray for wisdom, strength, and courage. Don’t follow the crowd. Satan is just rubbing his hands together in delight over the disarray of the church.

”Having done all…stand.” 


The Goal

Brothers and sisters, I know that I have not yet reached that goal, but there is one thing I always do. Forgetting the past and straining toward what is ahead, I keep trying to reach the goal and get the prize for which God called me through Christ to the life above.

Philippians 3:13-14 (NCV)


As each year passes, I keep thinking that I’m going to finally get this right. What good is aging if you keep repeating the same mistakes? And if we try and do it by ourselves, it will be the definition of insanity, “Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”  So how do I change the outcome?

First, I can’t change the outcome. Only God can. Reaching out to Him each day for guidance and direction rather than running ahead on my own agenda will result in firm footing on the path He has for me.

Second, I can’t CHANGE the outcome. Because I believe in the sovereignty of God, He is the one that knows where I’m going and has put together the plan for me. I may or may not like it and I can think of a few things in my life that I would like to change. But, for whatever reason, the hard things remain and in the end, He changes me.

Third, I can’t change the OUTCOME. I might think I know where I’m headed but as the verses for today mention, I’m leaving last year and pressing forward into 2016. Thankfully, I didn’t know all the twists and turns of 2015 — I might not have gotten out of bed. But God gives grace and new mercies every day so that my destination will be on His roadmap for this year.

But all of this is good news because the burden for making it through this year is not on my shoulders.

 Then Jesus said, “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy to bear, and the burden I give you is light.”

Matthew 11:28-30 (NLT)

So, if you’ve already failed at your New Year’s resolutions, the calendar is too full, the wallet near empty, take heart.

Pressing On

When you can’t see the finish line,

It’s hard to know how much farther you have to go.

When you aren’t sure of the footing,

It’s difficult to tell if you’re on the right path.

One step at a time, and believe.

One foot in front of another, and trust.

Slowly and carefully make your way

Knowing that you are lovingly being led.

When you can’t accurately judge the depth

It’s hard to know if you’re going in too deep.

When you can’t see how steep the drop-off will be

It’s easy to unwittingly stand precariously.

One day at a time, and have faith.

One obstacle after another, and endure.

Steadily and confidently press on toward the goal

Knowing that someone waits for you at the end.

And that someone is Jesus.


One More Week

Commit everything you do to the Lord.

    Trust him, and he will help you.

He will make your innocence radiate like the dawn,

    and the justice of your cause will shine like the noonday sun.

Psalm 37:5-6 (NLT)


You can’t escape the television ads, phone calls asking for money or votes, campaign signs lining the roads, and a mailbox full of campaign mailers and requests for money. The election season is about to end and we can all breathe a sigh of relief.

But can we? The one thing I’ve learned from my many years involved in politics is that we can’t depend on politics. It is a fickle taskmaster that sways from one side to the other, at times, almost on a whim. The blood, sweat, and tears that I have spent on a particular candidate or issue may be completely upended on Election Day.

I will never forget watching the returns on Tuesday evening in November, 1992, tears streaming down my face, as Bill Clinton was hailed  the winner. He was not my choice. Yet, the next morning, I hear the click of the fax machine and as the paper rolls off, I read the morning recap from Gary Bauer. Never, never, never, never, give up by Winston Churchill. OK. Breathe. Regroup. And do it all over again.

We are elated when our candidate wins. It makes us puff up our chest and feel like we were right all along. But what if our candidate loses? Did we misplace our hope? Were we wrong?

The enemy is alive and well on planet, Earth. He wants nothing more than to discourage us and keep us in the background and silent. He may even give us a few small wins to keep us quiet. But on the big stuff, he pulls out the big guns.

But the part that took so long to learn is that I’m not in control of elections—or anything, for that matter. God is sovereign and He will see that His will is done.  All I’m called to do, as a Christian, is to be faithful to the task He has given me.

As much as I would like to go into hiding after an election. we no longer have the luxury. Whether we win or lose, we are still called to be salt and light—to shine His love in the darkness and season our world with His hope and peace. We don’t know what the future holds for any of us. But we do know who holds our future.


Safe Travels

We can make our plans,

    but the Lord determines our steps.

Proverbs 16:9 (NLT)


As I slid into the driver’s seat of the car, I heard five-year-old Kate ask from the back seat, “Nana, do you have a map in your head?” I smiled to myself because I knew that she did NOT like to be lost. Nor do I.

I drove this past weekend to see my cousin in California. She has not been well and it had been awhile since we had spent any time together. Normally, Mark is my navigator but I headed off on this trip by myself.

Always a planner, my normal routine is to print out directions from my computer. But since my vision is a little off these days, I knew it would be difficult for me to read while driving. So now we have a map in the palm of our hand — the iPhone. I have a couple of apps that speak the directions as you drive. Perfect!

The route was a different one from previous trips but shorter. All was well, until I found myself in an area that I had never been in before. That shorter route was taking me the back way.

I began to have doubts about this lady in the phone. And at one point, she directed me in the opposite direction of what I thought would be the right way, confirmed by the compass in my car. As I pulled to the side of the road to “recalculate,” I realized a couple of things. One teeny, tiny setting on the phone had been inadvertently turned off so she didn’t know where I was (part of the GPS). Once toggled on, she turned me around and I headed off again in the right direction.

Yet, anxiety ran its course through me. Can I trust these directions? Would I ever see anything familiar? How late would I be? However, I continued to follow her directions and eventually, I pulled up into the driveway — I made it!

As I thought about this story, my life with Christ is much the same way. He has a plan for me but the directions are given in a step-by-step manner. I can’t see the big picture, much like the directions on my phone. I have the choice to turn the opposite way of the directions and get very, very lost. Or, I can choose to trust God, even when the directions don’t make sense at the time, and follow the path He has set out before me.

What preparations are available to us as we walk this path called Life? What do we need to make sure is toggled on so that I can hear and see where God is leading me?

1. Check out the map — God’s Word.

2. Depend on the Holy Spirit to lead us.

3. Trust God when the way is clouded to get us to our final destination.

Safe travels.



Persecuted Church

The Lord is known for his justice.
    The wicked are trapped by their own deeds. 

The wicked will go down to the grave.
    This is the fate of all the nations who ignore God.

But the needy will not be ignored forever;
    the hopes of the poor will not always be crushed.

Psalm 9:16-18 (NLT)7108900292ff0ab22fd6658c4846f856

My email and FaceBook accounts are filled with the stories and images of the horrors of persecution and murder of Christians in Iraq. This little, supposedly inconsequential country, has had more news written about it in the last 13 years.

Being so far away, it’s easy to pass it off as NIMBY – not in my back yard – but the stakes are so high, we can’t afford to ignore the evil and destruction that is going on. It could easily be on our doorstep at any time.

I’ve read about persecution of Christians from the stories in the Bible of Saul/Paul and many of the other apostles. But I am struck that Christians are living today and being persecuted. They are willing to give up everything they own and flee to a safe place with only what they can carry, rather than to deny their faith in Jesus.

How do they do it? Would I be able to stand up and declare my faith when confronted with death? Persecution?

I know we all have the same Word of God that promises hope and safety, along with justice and death for those who ignore God. For them it is real, as real as running for your life. I want it to be just as real to me.

God will not forget. He will be there to lift us all to safety.

Pray for the persecuted church.