For many years, Bob Pitman was our State Farm representative. From the beginning, we were drawn to his smile and personal touch.
He was more than “the insurance man.” He became a life coach of sorts. His door was always open. But so were his ears and more importantly, his heart.
He listened, he advised, and he easily shared The Love of Jesus. He always gave us the gifts of wisdom and encouragement.
Some years after we met Bob, we joined a new church. We were delighted to discover that Bob also went to church there. And even better, he sang in the choir.
Not only did we get to see him more regularly, but we also got to enjoy his music and see that warm smile. When he sang, it was as if he was truly a part of a choir beyond the walls of that church.
And then God took it up a notch for us. We met Connie, Bob’s wife. Connie had a smile that could only be matched by Bob’s.
Connie is a wonderful prayer warrior, whose Love for God and everyone around her spills out as a healing balm. When Connie calls me, “beloved,” I get a foretaste of The Joy of hearing Jesus speak those words.
Connie loved Bob and Bob loved her. Their Love was real and long term. God truly created a Power team when He brought them together.
Bob was promoted to Heaven last night. I am sure The Lord Himself walked him Home and presented him to the saints of God.
I am believing Bob got to meet some of the singers who preceded him there. And they are singing now for Connie, and their family and for all of us.
Here is the link to a song of celebration and anticipation of that great day when all God’s singers get home!
God gave His Rainbow as a sign of His Covenant with us. It is His Way of saying, “Look up. Remember what I promised you. Remember what you promised Me.”
“I am giving you a sign of my covenant with you and with all living creatures, for all generations to come.
I have placed my rainbow in the clouds. It is the sign of my covenant with you and with all the earth.
When I send clouds over the earth, the rainbow will appear in the clouds.”
The prophet, Ezekiel, saw the rainbow as The Glory of God.
“All around him was a glowing halo, like a rainbow shining in the clouds on a rainy day. This is what The Glory of the Lord looked like to me.”
John saw God’s Rainbow in Jesus, King of Kings and Lord of Lords!
“And instantly I was in the Spirit, and I saw a throne in heaven and someone sitting on it. The one sitting on the throne was as brilliant as gemstones—like jasper and carnelian. And the glow of an emerald circled his throne like a rainbow.”
And tonight we saw Him too … and we stood in awe and wonder … and gratitude to The One Who always keeps His Promises!
As we have gone further into our home clean up project, we have learned much about ourselves.
It has been interesting to see what each of us is willing to give up, and what we aren’t.
We have been forced to consider whether we are hoarders or guardians of precious treasures.
Today God and I had a conversation about whether I was hoarding His Word. Ironically on the same day we were getting ready to contribute to an organization that gives Bibles, I cleaned out the bookcase in our family room.
I cheerfully loaded up a box with books to go to the library. The box did not include the various Bibles I had collected over the years.
I felt God’s nudge.
“What about My Word?” He said.
I smiled, being sure He would be proud of me for taking such good care of The Bibles. I pointed out how I had put them right back on the shelf.
There seemed to be a Holy Silence, followed by a deep Celestial Sigh.
“I thought you wanted to share My Word.”
“I do. We’re contributing to that Bible group today.”
“What about those Bibles on the shelf? Are you going to share them?”
I explained how I had received each of them on special occasions. I reminded Him that most had my comments written in them.
He asked, “So, let Me understand this. You have multiple copies of My Truth, along with Truths I have revealed to you. And you plan to keep them closed up and on display here?”
It was my turn to sigh. Oh … 😳
I added The Bibles to the box. I am making a donation tomorrow. It has given me Joy tonight to contemplate who might be surprised to receive a Bible with “Carolyn’s Commentary” written in the margins!
Perhaps you might also want to send out God’s Words. You may never know where they will go, but you can trust God will see they get delivered to the right person at the right time!
As recorded in Isaiah 55:11, God said, “My Word … shall not return to Me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve The Purpose for which I sent it!”
I am always intrigued to follow our grandson, Gideon, around the house and watch quietly.
He finds things I overlook. He takes such delight in simple things. He loves opening and closing cabinets, flipping strings on blinds around, beating on a bowl, or just watching how the sunlight changes the shadows on the wall.
Today I watched as he went to the bottom of the stairs and looked up with joy. I prepared to distract him from going upstairs.
However, he simply looked up and talked in toddler talk, as if he were talking to someone. He paused at intervals as if he was listening to someone talk back. I saw no one.
I did not do the usual “Grandma. photographs or videos every moment of his life” thing. I felt I was witnessing a holy, intimate encounter … a fragile peek into a world not known by me or perhaps once known, but forgotten.
Gideon make several trips back to the foot of the steps, each time expressing great joy in reporting his latest discoveries.
Speaking of children, Jesus said, “I tell you that they have angels in heaven who are always with my Father in heaven. “
Jesus also said we should allow the little children to come unto Him. He said, “The kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”
I don’t know if Gideon was talking to Jesus or one of his angels. But I know when I look up those steps from now on, I will be thinking of who may be there. And I will be calling forth my inner child.
Jesus also said, “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”
There is a difference in giving up your life and giving your life.
Jesus made it clear He was not giving up His Life and just leaving us a rich inheritance. He was laying down one life only to take it up again in a different way.
He said, “The reason my Father loves Me is that I lay down my life—only to take it up again. No one takes it from Me, but I lay it down of My own accord. I have authority to lay it down and authority to take it up again.”
We often think of those who died pursuing the desire to give someone else a chance to live. However, we all too often overlook those who gave up the life they had planned to take up another life, whereby they give someone else the chance to live.
All around the world right now, there are care givers, who have sacrificed the life they could have had to be there for someone else.
There are parents caring for children who got older, but never reached a place where they could independently care for themselves.
There are adult children, who have given up their retirement dreams of seeing the world to stay home and care for aging parents.
There are faithful spouses, who took seriously their vows to honor each other in sickness and health. They gave up their own dreams and put love into action.
There are those who gave up everything they hoped to have in this world to minister to others and bring healing and comfort to them. They laid down their life so Jesus could work through them to bring eternal life to others.
Tonight I am thinking about a woman named Mary. I have never met her and yet she has greatly influenced my life.
Mary married Bill Sweeney, had children and looked forward to a very different life from the one she was to choose.
As a young man, Bill was diagnosed with ALS. The doctors predicted his life expectancy to be 3-5 years tops. Instead God gave him 24 years with ALS.
As Bill became more and more debilitated, his dependence on The Mercy of God and the love of his ever faithful wife increased.
And from that broken vessel, God poured His Love to the world. Even as Bill had to work very slowly through eye blinks to a computer to communicate, he wrote a blog appropriately called Unshakable Hope.
God directed me to Bill’s writings at a time in my life when I desperately needed hope. His words were a healing balm to my soul.
However, the person responsible for the man with the message was Mary. It was she who kept the hope alive in Bill. It was she who faithfully toiled in the background in ways we never knew.
While I celebrated Bill’s being freed from his earthly body this past year, I felt extremely sad to know the blog postings from Unshakable Hope would stop.
Today I was delighted to find a new post from Unshakable Hope written by Mary. I will include the link to the blog at the end of this post.
Once again The Words of Hope filled me up and now overflow to you. God showed His Faithfulness and Mercy all throughout the unexpected journey of Bill and Mary.
And today, even in the midst of grief, God continued to bring His Words through Mary. May we all receive The Hope God is offering and may it be, as it was for Bill and Mary — sure, firm and unshakable!
Therefore, having been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through Whom also we have access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and rejoice in hope of The Glory of God.
And not only that, but we also glory in tribulations, knowing that tribulation produces perseverance; and perseverance, character; and character, hope.
Now hope does not disappoint, because The Love of God has been poured out in our hearts by The Holy Spirit Who was given to us.
Here is the link to Mary’s Blog posting.
Here is a song of hope dedicated to Mary in gratitude for the life she laid down to give so many others life.
When I was little, I apparently had very klutzy dolls, because I was always bandaging up their “boo boos.”
When anyone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I said, without hesitation, I wanted to be a nurse.
I entered nursing school in the fall of 1966.
I had visions of floating into each injured or sick person’s life and doing something magical (that “something” I expected to learn about in nursing school) that would fix everything.
However, right away I discovered that there were some illnesses far worse than the ones I knew about. There were pains that went beyond agony and did not stop.
There were people who died, some not peacefully.
I almost quit in my first year. I was making good grades, but my heart was being broken over and over again.
I remembered giving an impassioned speech in my senior high school career class. I ended with the statement, “To be a nurse is to walk with God!” I wondered where He was.
I did stay in college for four years and graduated on June 4, 1970 with a BSN.
I had not learned anything magical about how to fix people, but I had learned a tremendous amount about God’s Presence in the midst of suffering. I had learned how some people were able to suffer and still be witnesses of God’s Love.
And I had seen the nurses who never quit. They never gave up. They stayed in the trenches, so some could get out.
Graduation Day was only the beginning of the nursing journey. Life after that day took me to many places as a nurse. I would have to write a book to share it all (and who knows, maybe I will!).
The one thing that sums it all up is still “to be a nurse is to walk with God.” But remember God goes all kinds of places you might not choose.
I taught nursing after a long career of working in hospitals. A student asked me if I had it to do over again, if I would still want to be a nurse.
I had to do some serious thinking before I answered.
My answer is yes. When God taps you to go on a Mission with Him, it’s an honor. Accept it with humility.
Happy Memories to the 1970 Nursing Class of Medical University of South Carolina!
In 1971 I was a member of The Waiting Wives Club in Charleston, South Carolina. We were so named because we all were waiting for the hopeful safe return of our husbands from Viet Nam.
There was a lady who never missed a meeting. She was so full of hope and encouragement for the rest of us.
It was a complete surprise when I discovered she had been waiting since 1967. Her husband was missing in action.
I joined the others in wearing a bracelet with her husband’s name on it. We joined her in the prayerful hope that somehow he would come home.
I wore that bracelet for a couple of years. His name was with me constantly. His name was Morris McDaniel.
Morris was born in Eastman, Georgia April 4, 1929. He lived in Fort Volley, Georgia at the time he left for Viet Nam. He looked forward to returning to his wife and three children.
Morris was in the Air Force and served as a fighter pilot. At the time he went missing, Major Morris L. McDaniel had flown nearly 100 combat missions.
On October 4, 1967, an F-105 Thunderchief (tail number 63-8346, call sign “Splendid”) carrying two crew members departed Korat Air Base, Thailand, on a night low-level strike mission over enemy targets in North Vietnam.
The last known contact with the aircraft occurred just after it refueled over northern Thailand and headed towards its target, and it was not seen again.
When the aircraft failed to return to base on schedule, electronic search efforts were conducted. The next day, search and rescue teams flew over the Thunderchief’s flight path but failed to locate a crash site or either of the crew members.
In 1973, 591 other American prisoners of war from North Vietnam. Morris McDaniel was not among them. It is said there were hundreds of men who were known or suspected to be prisoners who were not released.
I left Charleston in 1972 after the safe return of my husband. I lost contact with Mrs. McDaniel. However, I never forgot her.
I wonder how long she waited. How long before she took off the bracelet. I wonder if she ever believed he was truly gone … even as he was promoted to the rank of Air Force colonel in his absence … even as he awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross (Posthumously) for heroism while participating in aerial flight … even as his name was added to the wall in this nation’s capital.
I wonder how she and her children lived the rest of their lives remembering him and considering whether he might still be alive, somewhere out there.
How long does one hope? If she remained as she was when I saw her after five years of waiting, I think she might still be waiting.
Or perhaps, by now, she might have joined him somewhere in the heavens. He would be 92 years old now in earth years.
In any case, this Memorial Day, I remember her and I remember him. And I pray for all the victims of war. I look forward to that time foreseen by the prophet, Isaiah.
“And they will hammer their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks.