Not just a paper weight


Some time back we had a friend over for dinner.  He was in San Antonio for business and found time to come visit us.  He was in Jim’s flying squadron back during Desert Storm.  He and his wife and girls live in Virginia.  Many years ago when he was in Jim’s squadron, he flew what he thought would be an ordinary mission.  When he and his pilot took off at RAF Upper Heyford England, his plane was on fire.  Due to the fire, they had to eject from their aircraft.  I need to let you know that at the time, I thought he was a Christian.  He was a nice guy, great husband, with good values.  Anyway, he and his pilot survived the ejection and no lives were lost on the ground when the plane crashed.  I remember going to the hospital that day and hugging him and being so glad he was alive.  I wasn’t aware that he really wasn’t a Christian and years later when we reconnected with him and his family, he was a different guy.  After the crash he found he needed a relationship with Jesus and someone led him to meet Him.  It was so wonderful to know that God gave him a second chance to get saved.  God’s Grace was abundant the day he crashed. Jim has a piece of molten metal that was a part of the crashed plane, and the stick that is used to steer the plane in his study here at the house.  We told our friend that we keep the blob of metal to remember God’s Amazing Grace. It sits on a book by Max Lucado about Grace!  It’s not just a paperweight! It’s more, so much more!

Equipped


We had a guest speaker at MOPS a while back.  I was a mentor mom and she was supposed to be speaking to the young moms, but she made a statement that really challenged me and I wrote it down.  This is the statement…”You are equipped for whatever you are going through”.  I remembered the word equip in the verses I have attached and looked it up when I got home.  It was such a good reminder and encouragement to my heart.  When I read His word he teaches me and when I face a challenge he equips me for that challenge.  So many things I have faced lately I have never dealt with before and it really excited me to think He is one step ahead of me, giving me the tools and the “equipment” I need for each challenge.  Just goes to show that even old mentor moms can learn something new!

“All Scripture is inspired by God and is useful to teach us what is true and to make us realize what is wrong in our lives. It corrects us when we are wrong and teaches us to do what is right.  God uses it to prepare and equip his people to do every good work”.   2 Timothy 3:16-17 NLT

Why is the blog called Onion Blossom?


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I wrote this piece in the early 80’s.  I was trying to express what happened in my life when Jesus found me.  I am sharing it today so you will understand why this blog is called Onion Blossom.  If you don’t know the One who helped me leave the dirt and sin and bloom, I pray you find Him.  By the way, onions do bloom!  Isn’t that awesome!

I used to be an onion, I lived in the complete darkness of a sin filled life.  I didn’t have even a concept of Light.  All the dirt, rocks, and dampness made life unbearable.  I was a sad empty onion, going nowhere.  Jesus passed my way one day, and as He did, I caught a glimpse of Light and Peace, and I hungered for more.  As I prayed in my darkness, He touched me, me an onion!  I didn’t deserve His touch, but He cared about me.  What a glorious day!  I sent up a stem to the bright warm sun and the fresh air of a brand new day.  From this stem a flower bloomed, and the flower was me!  Jesus gave me a flower all my own.  And now in Christ, I’m growing and blooming, but most of all I’m free.  Thank you Jesus for dying for me when I was only an onion!

This blog is for all the onions that don’t see a way out of the darkness.  Christ is alive and able to lift you out of your pit, and keep you out. He holds you in the palm of His Nailed scarred hand!

This is a drawing a friend drew for me when she read Onion Blossom.  It is the cover of my devotional called Onion Blossom!

Joy then and Joy now!


I wrote this little piece about joy over thirty years ago.  This was me as a young mother trying to define the meaning of joy while living with two pre-school aged daughters in England, away from family and friends, and married to a pilot in the Air Force who seemed to be spending more time flying than at home.  It was challenging for sure. 

True joy for me comes when I submit to God’s will for my life.  It is being faithful in the small everyday things, all the joys of being a wife and mother of two small blue eyed girls.  Joy is wiping the spaghetti sauce off a battle scarred two year old’s face.  (She bumped it on the tub while getting into the water for one of her tea parties!)  Joy is even wiping up all the water she spilled in the process.  Joy is hanging up the suit Jim plopped on the floor and remembering his strong hand in mine during prayer at church.   Joy is knowing Jesus is guiding me, even when I try to set out on my own detours.  He’s always there to lead me back, to refresh me in the knowledge that being a wife and mother are important to Him.

All these years later, I think the definition holds.  The things that matter are the eternal things.  The things done for Him with a joyful attitude.  Do I always do this?  Of course not, but that is still my goal and will continue to be until I see Him face to face.  What I wouldn’t give to be able to go back just one day and play with my girls! I would have played a lot more! Thankfully I still get to hang up the clothes Jim plops on the floor.  Somethings never change!  JOY!

Thank you Jesus for making me a wife and mother.  Thanks for showing me how to be content and allowing me the awareness of your precious Presence.

Amen

You Found Me!


When our Yorkies were puppies we played a game to teach them to come when called.  One of us would hide in the house and shout, “Come find me!” and the puppies would travel toward the sound of our voice and when they found us they were rewarded with clapping and praise and the words, “You found me!”  They loved that game.  I have often thought I found Jesus when I was in college.  Last night I was listening to Christian music and the lyrics to Amazing Grace….”I once was lost, but now I’m found”…. put a different perspective on “finding Jesus”.  You see He found me, like the lost sheep and the lost coin in the parable, He found me.  I know I already knew this, but the reminder filled my heart with comfort and assurance that I really needed.  You found me Jesus! I once was lost, but now I’m found! Thank you for looking for me!

Trust God, Read the Bible, and Do What it Says!


My pastor Robert Emmitt of Community Bible Church in San Antonio, TX, is one of the wisest men I know.  He makes hard things simple.  The title to this blog is his advice for living the Christian life.  When I read the Bible, his words ring in my ears, and I try my best to “do what it says”!  It isn’t easy for sure.  This is what I read today and I’m trying to do what it says:

1 Thessalonians 5:18

The Message (MSG)

Be cheerful no matter what;

pray all the time;

thank God no matter what happens.

I also read Psalm 42:11 and the last part of that passage says:

“He puts a smile on my face

He’s my God.”

How can I not be cheerful and thankful when I read something like that?  Would you like to try it with me.  Find a passage you think you should “do what it says” and then do what it says! Let me know in the comment section below this blog what verse challenges your heart to move closer to God.  Remember….Trust God, Read the Bible, Do What it Says!  Words from a wise man.  Words that can strengthen our faith and walk with our Lord!

Hopeful


This is a rain flower.  It only comes out after a rain.  It is growing in a rock with little soil.  I saw it while walking the dogs last night.  We had something out of the ordinary happen here in Texas this week.  It’s called RAIN! We are in stage 2 drought restrictions and so it was so exciting to see several inches of rain in our rain gauge. This little flower didn’t stop and think, “Maybe I don’t have enough soil to bloom, I’m in a rock for goodness sake!” No it just bloomed.  Tiny but powerful, it bloomed and encouraged my heart. It gave me HOPE! While continuing up the hill I saw a few other hopeful things.  Another thing growing in a rough place.

A fern actually growing out of a crack in a huge rock face.  HOPE! I kept walking and saw this:

This bush is called Texas Sage and it blooms after a rain.  Lovely purple blossoms!  HOPE! I kept walking and found one more hopeful sight.

A neighbor down the street’s daughter’s car in parked on the street.  She is there because he dad has days to live.  Hanging from her rearview mirror is a hand beaded cross.  It is a sign of her hope in God.  A HOPE that when her dad dies, he will live again with Christ. I walked home with a song of praise in my heart!  God is a God of HOPE!  Yes He is, yes He is!

It Doesn’t Take Much


Woke up to the sound of rain on the windows of the loft.  We are sleeping there these days because it is hotter and drier than a desert in Texas.  We can turn off the air in the rest of the house and just turn on the air conditioner in the loft at night.  We have a nice comfy bed up there.  But the rain, the lovely precious sound of rain woke me this morning.  We have only gotten a few tenths, but it is enough, it doesn’t take much to encourage my heart that this drought, this heat is temporary.  It doesn’t take much.  I sat down for my time with God and I was discouraged.  But I read just one verse, sometimes it doesn’t take much,  and that one verse reset my heart.

1 Thessalonians 5:17 The Message

Be cheerful no matter what;

pray all the time;

thank God no matter what happens.

These simple verses were as refreshing as the rain.  It doesn’t take much to move us forward, closer to Him.  It doesn’t take much, just whisper His Name!  Jesus!