Tuesday, December 21, 2010
I don't know about you, but there is something about this song... like chatting with someone who understands. This has been quite a year for our family. Our life, like yours I'm sure, is both overflowing with blessings and challenges. For the blessings of a new job, a new home, and a new grandson (just to name a few) we're so very thankful.
For the challenges, we're also thankful. Challenging times have a way of narrowing our focus... If I were to choose a quote that has been my mantra this past year it would be, "It's not about me." It's about that little baby, our Savior, our Wonderful Counselor, our Prince of Peace...
It's my hope and prayer that in the craziness of this holiday season that you and yours are blessed with Silent Nights...Peace... and Joy.
Merry Christmas with Love,
Tracey and Sam
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
I never cease to marvel at, and be encouraged by, how as one friend so beautifully shared, God always weaves our every experience, into wonderful! It was over a year ago that Mom shared the link to The Dash movie with me. It was meaningful then, but now that I'm waiting... waiting... waiting for Vanessa's "Dash" to be born, it's a part of my every thought. Her little guy's name will be Dorian Alexander Stone-Hoskin, and they plan on calling him Dash. How perfect is that? A forever moment by moment reminder of the precious gift of life and how important our choices about how we live it are, not only for us, but also for all those we touch...praying my dash will always be a blessing to your dash, as your's is to mine <3
P.S. Unless Dash decides differently, he's scheduled to be born on August 15... Now we'll have a girlie and a guy :) Can hardly wait!
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
This is another blog that's been simmering…. wondering if this experience is meant to be shared. Sometimes thoughts just need time to be pondered… kind of like how soup is always better after a day or two.
Back in April, I went to the beach. I went expectant that God would meet me there… I was searching… listening… tuned in! God was faithful…. always is! At first, I strolled along the smooth sandy area where, only a few weeks ago, I'd collected so many perfect… unbroken shells that I could hardly hold them all. I was praying, singing praises, and also looking for more perfect shells to add to my collection. Unfortunately, there were none. So, I trudged up to the "trash line" and almost instantly found a beautiful "broken" angel wing. Angel wings are considered "good finds" along the gulf coast, so I was both excited and disappointed.
It was at that moment that the lesson came… the one that has been on my heart to share. Praise God, our Father, that He walks the "trash line" searching, not for perfection, but for broken people… people needing and open to being found. When God "collects" His children with all their imperfections, He, along with all of heaven, celebrates! He knows how precious they are… how much potential they have, and though broken, claims them as His own.
As I looked closely at the angel wing, a shell I most likely would have cast aside a week ago because it wasn't perfect, I began to appreciate its beauty. Yes, it was broken, but it was so intricately designed and had value. I was powerless "to fix" the shell, but rather than focusing on its imperfection, I could focus on its uniqueness and treasure it.
I'm the angel wing… we all are… broken. God, our Father and Creator, is the only one who can heal our hurt and restore us to be all that we were purposed to be. We're not the fixers, but we are called to adjust our focus and see what God sees in even the most shattered broken life…
I shared this experience with my bestest childhood friend while I was out in California. She, unlike me, said that she likes to collect broken shells because she can see inside. As I thought about what she said, another analogy occurred to me. What a gift it is to be entrusted with even a moment of vulnerability... to be given a glimpse inside a person's broken heart…to be able to feel empathy knowing one's own brokenness. So often we put up a barrier in relationships with each other and with God when we pretend perfection. No one is perfect. Pretending just gets in the way of real… the real that is required for relationships…
…just some reflections of a beach comber.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
I just feel compelled to share an amazing story of how sometimes God blesses us with an "awareness" of an opportunity to be salt... to be light.... for His glory. The experience is truly a "God thing" and one can't help but to pass it on.
2 days ago, I was running an errand to a fabric store when I met J. The encounter started with a simple question. She asked, "Do you sew much?" My response was, "A little...Why? What do you need?" Then the tears came, and I realized the need was much more than what kind of thread to buy. J. shared that she was new to Midland... that she knew no one. She was getting married in a week in Jackson, Wyoming, and that she'd just picked up her dress from an alterations business only to discover that the alterations were nothing like what she'd asked for. I hugged her, encouraged her, shared a bit of my story, and offered to help her in any way I could.
Fortunately, she allowed me the honor and privilege to team with her. That afternoon, she came over and together we undid the previous alterations and made a new plan to remake her wedding dress. We worked and shared together until 9 that evening. By the time she went home, I'd learned that she'd been raised by her Grandma, as her mother had died when she was 2. Her Grandma, a Godly woman, now 93, had taught her to sew as a young child... and had also blessed her with a beautiful, strong "can do" spirit. What a joy it would have been for her Grandma to have been able to help her now, but Arkansas is just a bit too far! I truly believe with all my heart that God blessed me with the opportunity to make a difference as our paths crossed... not sure how that works, but I don't think it was an accident.
What an honor ...what a thrill... to be the hands and feet of Jesus in this precious young lady's life. We finished the alterations on Saturday. This coming Sunday, August 1st, J. will look like the beautiful princess... daughter of a Heavenly King... that she is, as she walks down the aisle to marry the love of her life with God's magnificent creation, the Grand Teton Mountains, towering over them.... truly, joy beyond measure!
Don't you just love happy endings? I know I do, and best of all,
God does too!
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Recently, it's been on my heart to write a "Love" blog. Not because of Valentine's Day, but rather in honor of Riley Lynn's birthday. Two years ago today, this precious little one changed my life forever in a most wonderful way. In fact, I really believe that being Riley's Grandmommy has taught me more about love than all my life experiences added together and I think the reason why is that, as a grandparent, I've found it totally impossible not to love or not show my love for her in anyway but extravagantly. True, shopping for her has been a total joy, but that's not what I'm feeling. It's much more of a heart thing… loving Riley has helped me grow in my understanding of how extravagantly I'm loved by the One who is love and challenged me in a very real way to strive to "be" love….not just to Riley, but to the whole world as I encounter it for His honor and glory.
Being love on our own is impossible, but praise God for his inspired word. Over 2,000 years ago, God gave Paul a "Love" letter, 1 Corinthians 13, to share with us…one that I'm using my blog to pass on with a prayer request that you pray for me as I'm praying for you, that together, as we all try our best to live life, we love…. Extravagantly!
"If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don't love, I'm nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. If I speak God's word with power, revealing all his mysteries and making everything as plain as day, and if I have faith that says to a mountain, "Jump," and it jumps, but I don't love, I'm nothing. If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don't have love, I've gotten nowhere. So no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I'm bankrupt without love.
Love never gives up. Love cares more for others than for self. Love doesn't want what it doesn't have. Love doesn't strut, Doesn't have a swelled head, Doesn't force itself on others, Isn't always "me first," Doesn't fly off the handle, Doesn't keep score of the sins of others, Doesn't revel when others grovel, Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth, Puts up with anything, Trusts God always, Always looks for the best, Never looks back, But keeps going to the end…..
Trust steadily in God, hope unswervingly, love extravagantly. And the best of the three is love." (The Message)
Happy Birthday, Riley Lynn. Oh how Grandmommy looks forward to a lifetime of loving you!