Walking With God

Trying to make this life work on my own terms is just down-right futile. If you’ve been paying any attention to my latest musings on the EBM blog, Instagram, or FB, you’ve seen a pattern begin to develop. For instance, deciding our life is manageable without Him, to resist the temptation to check out, to facing the unknown, to the concept of divine control, to understanding the value of rest and to the requirements of waiting on God. It all seems a bit surreal…

“May 14, 1948, changed everything. Suddenly the state of Israel was back in existence. Jews were returning. They were making the desert bloom and constructing great cities and building a mighty army.” “What could explain such dramatic, unexpected developments? I didn’t have an answer. True, there were certain historical and sociological and geopolitical realities that made the rebirth of Israel as a modern nation more likely in the mid-20th-century…

If you’ve been following us at all you’ll know how much we love the beach. There’s just something about the ocean surf and breezes that’s so calming. It’s like God is sending us a message of His love in every wave. The Jersey shore is a little more than 2 hours away, depending on traffic. That means any chance we get to head east, we do. I received an invitation in an e-mail from one of the more prominent, upscale casino/hotels in Atlantic City…

Did you ever experience a moment when God confirms a message He’s communicating, or a thought He wants you to consider, by having it show up in multiple places? For me, it usually happens in 3's. For example, a message at church, a scripture you read and a phone call from a friend. It’s just downright uncanny. Well – No - It’s God. This rich phenomenon happened to me this past week. The message was simple but oh so profound. I heard it as sure…

This was a tough week. . . Steve and I were on vacation at the Jersey shore. It was a getaway planned for some time but needed even more following the death of my Father the week before. Add to that, the third anniversary of a time where I had mourned the death of four significant people in my life - including my first husband. Re-living the recent past makes this time of year extremely difficult. Adding my Father’s passing to the list had overwhelmed me with grief.…

God has a way of reminding us that we're not alone. Colleen saw this on my personal LinkedIn page from a year ago. Guess I was struggling with similar questions. I do know there's been tremendous progress in my life since then and there will be next year this time. As there will be in your life, committed to Him. Patience friends. God is never late. Check this out: https://www.linkedin.com/feed/update/urn:li:activity:6308742145628995584/

Here's an excerpt from  John Eldredge's book "Moving Mountains". I love how, in a few simple paragraphs backed by scripture, he challenges us to re-think our false beliefs about how God speaks. "I realize that many dear followers of Christ have been taught that God only speaks to his sons and daughters through the Bible. The irony of that theology is this: that’s not what the Bible teaches! The Scriptures are filled with stories of God…

I love how God chooses to teach us, especially when we’re willing to listen. We have this propensity to misinterpret our circumstances and the world around us. Understandably so - since the lens through which we view that world is comprised of our experiences (good and bad), our sin, others sin against us, and the unique relational qualities we each carry. It is fun to learn from God. This is not to say that comparing notes with others and learning from others is not…

At the height of my career, I was fortunate enough (depending on your perspective) to have experienced some of the finer things in life. Luxury cars, a boat in the Chesapeake, condo in Antigua, oceanfront vacation home in North Carolina, and at-will travel to some of the most amazing places in this hemisphere. Staying at some of the finest hotels including The Ritz Carlton, Four Seasons, Grand Hyatt, a place in Philly that was once called the Bellevue Stratford, and even a…