Shelby K

Loyal: FMF Post

Loyal Definition from dictionary.comLoyal is the word that Kate over at Five-Minute Friday gave on Thursday. I am five days late with my post. Sorry. Life has changed in a big way.

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Loyal = Faithful

I find it interesting that dictionary.com uses the word “faithful” in each of these definitions. Is there anyone more faithful than our Lord? Even when we are not.

I wrote this as a comment on Susan’s “Loyal” post at HopeHeartHome.

Loyalty is beautiful. It is one of the qualities that the Lord seems to have given me in abundance even when it makes no sense. It troubles me, though, that loyalty to the Lord seems harder in the easy seasons. Right now is a season of turmoil, change, sad, just plain HARD. (Actually, 5 days after I wrote this words, there is light at the end of the tunnel. We trust God that it is not an oncoming train.) Loyalty to Him is easy. But when life is coasting along, like when I was living the suburban mom life in my 30s, my loyalty to the Lord and His principles took a backseat.

So, while I’m loyal in the extreme to people, I aspire to greater loyalty to my Heavenly Father in the good times.

I am astonished, amazed and humbled that, in the face of my disloyalty, my lack of faithfulness, HIS character never ever changed. My Savior never left me. Our Heavenly Father never stopped loving me. He never will. I cannot fathom it but somehow I still know the truth of it.

I pray that God will make me more faithful to Him and that my loyalty will never fade, that I will praise and worship all of my days.

A VERY good word.

And, speaking of loyalty, I love the story of Ruth and Naomi. Widows after my own heart.

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Loved: A FMF Post

Loved An FMF Post about JEsusLoved” is the word for this week’s Five-Minute Friday over at Kate’s place. I saw it when I woke up this morning and have been sitting on pins and needles, eager to get all of my work done so I could write.

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I have felt embattled from all sides the last few weeks. It has been house problem after house problem, my sister’s cancer battle, another sister’s stuff, just so many different things. I felt myself getting hard and bitter and unable to do anything about it. It felt as though my prayers didn’t even hit the ceiling.

The second Sunday in August was Communion Sunday. I LOVE Communion Sunday. I almost didn’t go. I nearly called my sweet neighbor, Maggie, who drives me to church, several times to tell her I couldn’t make it. That felt dishonest and it actually pushed me to my knees. I begged the Lord to search my heart, root out any unconfessed sin, and to please forgive me for being such an ungrateful brat. After all, these are momentary troubles in the light of eternity and Jesus’ sacrifice for me.

Because I am loved by such a merciful God, He heard my prayers and answered them. I awoke that Sunday with a heart of peace and approached the altar with gratitude and joy. I have carried that peace, gratitude, and joy with me since.

Life hasn’t gotten better. I just realize that loved as I am, the Lord won’t allow anything that will cause me real harm. He loves me enough to chasten me and to make me see the errors in my ways. Then He takes my hand and helps me up again.

There has been evidence of that love, that mercy, and grace, every single day since.

I am so grateful to be loved.

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I have loved this song since I was a child. Maybe you will as well.
https://youtu.be/0K96FOX0clU

FMF Friday: Woman

woman pregnant waitingWoman.  I was up extra-early this morning and visited over at Kate’s Five-Minute Friday to see what the word for today is and she had chosen: woman.  Wow. Where to go with this one. Cue the second cup of coffee.

Here we go:

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The word “woman” mostly makes me think of waiting. Women spend so much time waiting.

We wait to be asked on a date (well, women of my generation did!), we wait to be asked to marry the man we love, we wait for children. And we wait for the children to grow up. We wait for our husbands to retire or, for some of us, we wait and watch as they die.

While a woman is waiting, what is it that she is doing with her time? For the most part, she is not idle. Okay, well, maybe in those last few, lumbering, awkward days of pregnancy.

A woman’s time is spent serving. 

I am one of the younger people at my church and I am astonished at how much the women in that congregation serve. These women, mostly aged from 70 to their early 90s are serious servants! They paint, they clean, they cook, they drive those who can’t drive themselves.

The Proverbs 31 woman has always intimidated me. She is so busy, so resourceful, so, well, everything! My friend, Susan Shipe, of Hope Heart and Home, has written a book about Proverbs and she helps to demystify that strong woman.

The women of my church — and Susan — are living examples of a Titus 2 woman — the kind of woman I want to be one of these days.

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In my season of waiting through Rich’s last year or so, I came to love the movie Fireproof. Since I’ve touched on the topic of waiting, I’d like to share my favorite song from that movie with you. It has been and continues to be my anthem:

 

 

Keeping True To Your Purpose

keeping true with compass against path
What Is Keeping True?

On an episode of The Big Bang Theory, one of my guilty pleasures, there is a scene where Howard tells Leonard to “keep true,” and explains that keeping true means continuing straight on your path. No deviation. As an illustration, when Leonard does deviate (don’t we all at times?), he bumps his head.

Have you identified your path — your purpose — in business? In life? What is the compass that is helping you with keeping true?

Faltering Off Course

It is very easy to allow “shiny object syndrome,” the latest/greatest theories, gizmos, and gadgets, to throw us off course. Easier yet to falter when the hard times come.

I did that this morning with a business matter. I faltered because for just a brief moment I wanted the quick and easy solution. For just a moment but it struck something deep within me and I corrected course less than five minutes later.

How To Keep True

If you aren’t resolutely certain of your purpose — your path — it’s hard to stay on course. It’s great to have an accountability partner for just such times. It’s good to have a coach to help you identify that purpose. And, for me, the very best thing is to have my faith which often whispers but doesn’t hesitate to raise its voice when need be.

Keep true to your purpose. Whatever it is, someone in the world needs it and you.

FMF Friday: Anniversary

30I have not been writing for joy of late. My writing has been about drumming up business for my WordPress website design business. That’s all well and good, but there’s more to life, yes?

I had made a conscious decision to begin participating in Kate Motaung’s Five-Minute Fridays as a way to jumpstart my writing. It is the fourth year that she has been hosting Five-Minute Friday so the word she chose was: anniversary. Here we go:

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The word “anniversary” brings up thoughts of happy occasions. Mostly, the time in a marriage.  This particular year, 2018, there are several anniversaries near and dear to my heart.

Thirty years ago, I met Rich, my first husband. We met online, on a long-defunct Commodore platform called Q-Link. It was pretty much love at first type. We got married a year later and I became an instant mom to his three kids of whom he had full custody. Then we added two more kids to the mix.

The second anniversary is about Rich, as well. Eight years ago, he died of complications of diabetes. I’m finding that the waves of grief ebb and flow and remarriage doesn’t change that.

The August 17 anniversaries are multiple. My Rich would be 71, my older sister will be 66, and my late MIL (Joe’s mom) went home to Jesus.

The most important anniversary is that ten years ago, Jesus called me back to Him. I’d been a neglectful Christian through my 20s and 30s and then, in my 40s, a lot of things began to change. My mom died and two months later my marriage hit a huge snag. The foundation of my world as I knew it crumbled. In the spring of 2008, I began to hear whispers in my heart.

“You’re not alone. You’ve never been alone. I am here. I am always here. You are loved beyond what you can imagine.”

Salve to my soul. It took a while for me to believe and the whispers became shouts.

But ten years ago, Jesus called me back to Himself, I listened, and things have never been the same since.

I am blessed.

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