Faithful Journey

Have you ever not asked for something? There are things that happen in life we don’t see coming, we don’t ask for and we definitely don’t want, but they come our way anyway. Heartache. Sickness. Financial troubles. Relationship woes. Car trouble (sometimes you need one and don’t have it. Then you get one and it still gives you issues!) Natural disasters. Aches. Pains. You name it, life is going to throw something at you at some point. The question is, will you stay upright?

Our life has been pretty good. Definitely not perfect and far from ideal, but my husband and I have been enjoying life lately. The kids are past diapers and naps (Not me. I mean, I just need the naps. Not the diapers.) Moving right along, we were at a good place where things were finally feeling settled. It only took 20ish years. Mark was feeling like medical practice was going well, our 4 kids were busy and happy, the dogs were housebroken (that’s a big one!), and the backyard had finally, finally become a decent place to hang out. Time to sit back and rela….

The hospital corporation floated a new contract to my husband and it started him thinking about why he got into medicine in the first place. Suddenly the stringent regulations, corporate squeezing and productivity requirements were glaring. We were pushed to our knees in prayer knowing this was not what God wanted when He asked Mark to serve in the area of medicine.

So, with some trepidation he started looking for a job. It was me who found the perfect employment opportunity for him. A mobile medical unit that serves the underserved population in the city was looking to hire a bilingual doctor. I knew just the man! With some counsel from friends and our pastors, lots of prayer and some Zoom interviews it was clear this was the job for my doctor husband. Mission. Service. Medicine. His dream job. And an answer to the prayer of stepping out in faith and serving.

But, what so often happens when we step out to serve, we get assaulted. Like Scripture says, “Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour” (1 Peter 5:8 NIV) Our obedience was noticed and there was definite attention happening because we had decided to move toward ministry.

Around this same time I had a doctors appointment and received a call afterwards. “Invasive Ductal Carcinoma” is what they said, but I was pretty sure they meant to call someone else. The odd part is I have complete peace and hope about this. OK…I did get out of bed one night and go sit on the deck and sob. Loudly. But, I really have sweet assurance that God is faithful.

Cancer doesn’t make Him less faithful.

Unemployment doesn’t make Him less faithful.

Nothing makes God less faithful.

“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword….For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 8:35-39 NIV)

Will you walk faithfully with us in prayer as we step into a mobile medical ministry job  and figure out a cancer journey? It might be an exciting trip and we don’t want to go alone.

~ DM



The nest

The symbolism was not lost on me.

In May, a mama bird chose our front door (specifically the wreath) for her nest. One day the wreath went up and the next it had a nest in it. She didn’t waste any time!

Soon I noticed mama bird sat on that nest a lot. When I peeked in I saw 5 eggs. I’m not entirely sure where the phrase “busy little bee” comes from when apparently birds seem to be doing a lot of work!

It was the summer before our second son was preparing to depart for college so I was already feeling nostalgic for his boy hood days. For his graduation party we had unearthered photos of his soccer tournaments, homeschool papers and public school art projects. There were more photos than usual of him around so I was reminiscing about when he was little enough to snuggle with me and read and how he was a sweet kid, but also a stinker. Stories came surging at me raising boy, after boy, after boy (then a girl), and how I spent years exhausted and probably way too grumpy and hoping my children remembered that I was doing it out of love for mothering.

Did I smile and laugh enough?

Are the lines on my face from late night laughing on the deck with our family of 6 or from worry because of high fevers and a son who liked to lick the cart at Costco? And suck on his shoe. After being in a public bathroom.

This mama bird on our front door quickly dropped 5 eggs in the nest and tended them well. She gave us the evil-bird eye every time we’d open the door (“Ahem! It IS our house!) to let the dogs out (Whom she despised!)

I knew how she felt. With 20 years of mothering behind me I had given away dirty looks more than once. The librarian who shushed my child who was barely speaking, the drivers who recklessly cut me off in traffic when I had my babies in the car and the thoughtless comments from people who mentioned how I could parent better. All this falls on my mama bird and mama bear heart in a heavy, protective way. And I made sure to use caution when opening our front door so as not to disturb the nesting family.


One day I looked in and 5 pink, smooth bodies had become fluff with beady eyes and beaks. Overnight they had gone from creepy to cute. I feel a little badly saying it, but newly hatched birds are just not that adorable.

In record time they grew and chirped and tapped on the door with their becks. It was almost time to learn to fly.


In bird years they were at the adolescent stage and I burst out laughing when this little guy greeted me one day. He reminded me so much of our son. Peaking out at the world and taking it all in.

Looking a little awkward in the hair style department.

And all the while a mama stands close by hoping for a good outcome, watching out for predators and worrying a bit about her fledgling.

So many Scripture verses came to mind that brought me comfort and hope as we launched another one from our nest. God’s Word that reminded me of His hope, protection and plans for our children. I clung to God’s Word like that baby bird held onto the side of the nest.

“Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings..”                      Psalm 17:8

Before we knew it, the birds were grown and they were perched on the edge of the nest. It was time to fly. My heart almost couldn’t take the reality of the analogy that was taking place before my eyes. It was time to let go and watch another one fly.


The interesting part was that once the birds were all gone I noticed that the nest looked a lot like our house. Here’s the photo: B64FACBC-C16E-4E60-A5F1-0092264083F1

When our children were younger they would blow through the house like a whirlwind and leave horrid messes. Toys, books, shoes, diapers, and snacks would be strewn all over and I’d be amazed that I’d have this mess to tend to. My human heart went out to the mama bird. But, then I realized that she flew away once the babies did. She just left!

What a great idea! Wait! I can’t just leave when the house gets messy, but I liked the option being on the table at least.

It’s been a few months since we dropped off our son at college and the transition is still happening. Some nights I’ll set the table for 4 and I’ll feel tremendously sad. Other times I’ll get accustomed to the 4 of us being at home, then the college boys will come home and I’ll have to reconfigure meal amounts, how much milk we need, and where all the cars need to be parked.

It’s not easy, all this mothering. The planning, prep work and nesting. And all your hard work tears a part of your heart a little when they fly off and make their own nests. The process is hard and good and so, so lovely and it makes us who we are as mothers and as people.

What a gift it is to mother and to watch my nest and to know through it all the Father holds it in His hands.




The Perfect Father

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You’re not good!

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So What!

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God Bless!


“When Peter saw him, he asked, ‘Lord what about him?’ “ John 21:21 NIV

It was none of my business. I really should have just stopped thinking about them and gone about my day, but I kept letting it bother me. “Lord, why are they getting away with it?! They are not living for You, or acting like Christians, but everyone thinks they are so godly!”

My simmering began to boil. This was not good. As it often is with emotions (especially strong ones), I let things get carried away and before I knew it I was on a full-fledged mental rampage. My thoughts were far from holy and had me thinking of myself as quite self-righteous compared to “those people.”

How did this happen?!

Why was I so angry and caught up in something that didn’t even concern me!?
I needed a soothing answer for my soul and a calm Word from God.
He showed it to me in John 21:21-22, and I laughed because The Lord knows I’m not good with numbers so He gave me an easy Scripture to remember. Thank you God!

Here Peter must have been feeling something similar to the way I was feeling that day (and have felt since, quite honestly!). Jesus tells Peter exactly what He wants him to do (feed and care for His people), but Peter had a different idea.

Typically human, with a touch of a short attention span, Peter sees John and asks, (picture Peter pointing and maybe even wagging his finger in John’s direction) “What about him?” The Son of God had just spoken a detailed job description to Peter (oh how wonderful that would be!) and all Peter says is, “What about him?” It was spoken in a nosey way too.In the spirit of, “John is your favorite. We all know it. I’m super jealous and I’m pretty sure John’s not as perfect as You think so what do You have for him to do, Jesus?”

The answer Jesus gave Peter is the same answer He spoke to my hot heart and seething spirit that day. In essence;

“So what.”

Jesus said to Peter, and He also says to me and to you in those moments, “…what is that to you? You must follow me.” He has so much for us to do! Jobs, hand picked for you and me, but we get focused and fixed on, “But she’s doing this…” or “But what are You going to do about so-and so…?”

There will be believers who will not walk in Truth, speak grace and mercy or practice the love and peace of Jesus. That’s not mine to own or manage. My spirit, my heart and my walk with The Lord is plenty for me to handle (plus I have a husband, 4 kids, 2 dogs, a dirty house, tons of laundry, a soccer game somewhere and dinner to prepare!) and I definitely do not always, “act justly, love mercy and walk humbly with God.” (Micah 6:8 NIV)

Fixing our eyes on Him, and not how others are living, is the only answer.
There will be times when the unfairness will be too much to take and it will seem like sin is going unpunished and you just need to right the wrongs of the world. Stop and pray before you act!

Sitting in the presence of our loving, calming God is the best thing to do when emotions are high and stress is out of control. Ask Him to take your desire to “fix it” and replace it with abundant faith. He will hear your heart and, in time, answer your need.

Heavenly Father, Help me when I get jealous and nosey because of what others are doing. I forget to fix my eyes on You and I quickly get sidetracked and forget Your loving plan for me. Thank You that You love me and care enough to have a plan, purpose and hope for me. I’m so deeply grateful that You don’t compare my heart to others and what they are doing. Please help me to stop doing that, but keep my heart focused on You. May our walk today be steady and strong with You. Amen!


What’s on the List?

There is a list of spiritual gifts in Galatians chapter 5. It’s one of those lists that I can read and not feel badly about myself, unlike most other lists.  You’ve seen them, right? The lists of shoulds and shouldn’ts for your life that make you feel badly:

Here’s what you need to stop eating today, unless you want to die tomorrow!

10 deadly things lurking in your home right now, and why there’s nothing you can do about it! 

Why you might be a toxic personality and how it’s inherited from your mother, your father and possibly, your next-door-neighbor.

How the way you inhale and/or exhale is offensive to others and why you need to stop offending people!

But this list in Galatians is simple, non-offensive and easy to follow. It’s hopeful. It says, “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.”

This straight to the point list is so good. So full of hope. It helps me on the days when I don’t want to love, be good or treat others with gentleness. This list holds me accountable and gives me something to aim for.

What will you focus on today? Do you struggle with patience? Is your self-control out of control? Are you kind to some people, but less so with others (there are those who just push our buttons, right?!)

Today, may your list have some items from Galatians 5:22 and my hope is that the Lord truly gives you abundant fruit for your day.

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The Purple Van

img_0014When I called the dealership to inquire about a van in our price range, they said there was one in burgundy. We arrived to find it sitting outside the showroom and it was quite purple. Very much like Barney the dinosaur, but with tires. Naturally, because I was 6 months pregnant, I burst into tears. The hormones made me cry. Although, I cried last year when they hauled it to the junk yard and I was definitely not pregnant so I have no explanation for that.

The purple van was in our family for 16 1/2 years. The son we brought home from the hospital in it also used it to learn to drive. It seemed like more a part of our family then just a method of transportation. Just like a family member whom you adore, we made fun of the purple van. We poked fun at the color, the fact that it had crank style windows, it’s bench seats and, up until it’s dying day, it’s longevity.
It traveled highways from Pennsylvania to Florida, took us on vacations and hauled the men on their annual Appalachian Trail trips. We put our new puppy in it for the trip home and consequently learned that she got car sick and we found that you just can’t crank down a window fast enough.

As our family grew in number, then in stature, we realized we needed a larger form of transportation. The purple van was demoted to second in our fleet of vehicles, but she still was a valued part of our automotive family. We obtained something new and shiny from this century with luxurious automatic windows. Still, we used the purple van and had special appreciation for the way the seats felt homey and how the heater could roast you in under 30 seconds. Plus, we were the only people on the block who could still play cassette tapes while driving. We just felt special. Sometimes we’d slowly crank down the windows and share the cassette tunes with the neighbors. We are thoughtful like that.

Even as our children grew they knew to appreciate the purple van. Our oldest son, Nathan, obtained his drivers license and the day I watched him pull out of the driveway alone in the purple van was bittersweet. Part of me wished to be able to hand him the keys to a brand new car. The other part of me was so glad he flat didn’t care that he was 17 and driving a purple van. He was also going to work where he dresses as a cow, so maybe he figured this is just how things are in life. You drive automobiles that are purple and you dress as farm animals.

But as Scripture says….moth and rust destroys….I’m not sure what kind of moth or rust ruined our transmission, but we decided it wasn’t worth paying to fix an almost 17 year old van. So we made the sad decision to fold. We took out everything that wasn’t nailed down, we stroked the cloth seats and sat in them one last time and reminisced while the van sat in automotive hospice. We talked about the trips, memories and miles that are the glue for our family. The kind of glue that moth and rust can never take away. We took pictures of the whole van and were amazed at the 143,000 miles we’d traveled in it.

We closed those sliding doors that behind still had Goldfish cracker crumbs, beach sand and dog hair; the stuff of our life, and we said good bye. It may be just “stuff”, but sometimes the “stuff’ of this world holds a whole lot of good memories.