30 Favourite Things #7

  pamelapilchuck08 It seems I’m continually working on talks and I started thinking back on the last year or so and I can only marvel at the work of the LORD.  It is bay the grace of God that I can do the meetings or give the talks at Titus 2 meetings or retreats or whatever.  It is because God never wastes a thread that I am able to piece together some significant and insignificant events and fit them with Truths of God’s Word and other events in life and convey messages that, hopefully and prayerfully, help other women.

For some time now I have had the honour of teaching at a monthly Titus2 meeting of women.  I say “God never wastes a thread…” quite often.  Though, quite often, I don’t see the threads the LORD is using in a particular situation.  But over the last year I saw a thread in the preparation of different talks and the ‘co-incident’ of my cousin writing me to ask if I might help her find another cousin – her half-brother.

A co-incident, to me over the years, is one of those times where the horizontal meets the Vertical.  An incident where God meets us where we’re at in order that His purposes will be revealed and accomplished.  In talks, I use a lot of hand gesturing and when I refer to co-incidents I don’t say coincidence, I say: Co-incidents and I gesture with my arms out flat and then move them to form a vertical motion.

Well, truly God never wastes a thread… here I have been thinking, studying, talking about and writing about reconciliation — that greatest Co-incident in all of life – that Co-incident of the Cross — the horizontal meeting the Vertical – the greatest event a person will ever experience on this side of heaven is meeting Jesus at the foot of the Cross and receiving the gift of reconciliation to God in salvation by grace through faith in Jesus Christ.  And then I had all those opportunities to teach and then that phone call which led to a series of letters and phone calls.

The thread I never really saw until recently was that God had allowed many experiences that I talked over with both of those cousins in different conversations and I realized that the very things that have caused me greatest pain, fear, weakness and doubt have been carefully allowed, mended and woven together by God and have been part of the foundation of faith and have given me both empathy and compassion for others and have deepened my message.  Had God not been guiding me and reforming me I would be so lost today.

All of this was made a bit clearer to me in talking with my cousin — and I only have a few! — whom I’ve never seen or talked to for over 40 years.  It was unbelievably easy to talk with him.  In talking to him about the suicide death of his father, I realized that one of his greatest trials in life and one of my greatest trials in life happened at the same time.  I realized God was revealing a thread.  I told him that as we were talking… I shared that during that month in August of 1970 we both entered an intersection of life and both experienced a collision  — actually, totally unrelated collisions – but both happened that month.    We talked long and the conversation was flowed with ease.  I was amazed.  I think he was, too.  A lot more became clear and was reconciled — not just family but lots of questions, too.

I don’t often actually talk about those collisions — his or mine.  I think he said he rarely talks about his.  But here’s another twist of that thread… ironic as it is: he’s a therapist and works at a hospital with patients dealing with mental disorders and suicide.  Isn’t that interesting?

And mine?  Over the years, bcz I’ve had opportunity to teach studies and speak at retreats, I’ve occasionally shared this part of my life story… it’s given me opportunity to give hope and encouragement to women who are hurting.  I’ve talked and prayed with many women who were/are dealing with post trauma of childhoodsexual abuse — women who experienced the death of innocence and security as little girls. The know I understand and are looking for someone to trust — someone to listen.

So, why is this on my list of 30 favourite things from my fiftieth year?  Simple.  God mercifully showed me a glimpse of a thread He’s faithfully holding.

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Now more than ever… get those red envelopes

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EDIT:   ANOTHER Obamanation — On Monday, March 9th, President Obama is scheduled to reverse the embryonic stem-cell research ban.  Call the White House — stand up and speak for the millions of babies whose voices are not heard.  O… God save this nation from itself.

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30 Favourite Things #6

teacuppamela.pngOf all the things I’ve done in the last year, I think climbing Mt. Pilchuck was probably my favourite personal accomplishment — or, at least it’s something I’m most glad I did.  Through all the years of pregnancies and nursing babies, tending the home, homeschooling the children and church related commitments, I didn’t even consider a lot of outside activities — well, at least not outside of my small realm, anyway.  And I certainly never even considered hiking.  Probably not even once.  Really.

I would have said that I am just not the “outdoorsy” type and that the only reason to walk somewhere would be to get something or put something away.  Walking for the sake of walking or hiking just to hike would never have been in the realm of possibility for me.  I never considered hiking to be… well, wait… I just never considered hiking.

But year after year I would see that mountain in the distance… its jagged peaks covered in snow and on winter afternoons, the sun shining on it at sunset made it sort of glow. I knew different people who climbed Mt. Pilchuck and raved about how beautiful it was there.  I remember some time after we moved to this house I would say: I’m going to climb that mountain when I am 40.  Okay… so that never happened.  Then a couple of years ago I recalled that I had said that.  I’d occasionally heard people talking about hikes and favourite destinations — one being Heather Lake and another, Mt. Pilchuck. Some of our children had even hiked there.

My husband, wise man that he is, set a time for us to hike to Heather Lake… and as we were hiking, I thought to myself… why would people do this over and over?  Then we rounded a point on the trail that brought Heather Lake into view and I realized for the first time in my life that there are just some things for which there is no reason but for the beauty of a scene or the experience of seeing — simply seeing — God’s marvelous creation.  And that hike was one such experience.

After that, I knew I just must get to the top of Mt. Pilchuck — and that nothing would deter me. ;o)  And so I set the date in my mind and our whole family made the hike on my half-birthday.  I knew they could do it… but I never thought I could — mostly bcz I hadn’t ever tested myself to see what I had in me, if you know what I mean.  I love to work – and I love to work hard – but I don’t hike… ride bikes… skate… play sports or anything like that. But I thought… am I never going to do tough things again in my life?  Am I never going to do ‘athletic’ things?  Wow… that was shocking – bcz I adamantly determined that that wasn’t going to be the case — I was going to do things — lots of things!  And climbing that mountain was one of them!!  It’s sort of like I realized that until I die I am going to live – and do so intentionally!

As I look out today — those beautiful snow-capped  peaks gleaming in the sun — I have an anxious feeling:  I gotta get back to the top of that mountain.  I can’t wait.

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I was crying when I reached the summit and climbed that ladder to the look-out tower.  I had made it!  My sweet family was with me!  The next thing to do was to go inside to document the event in the guestbook.  Next time I go I’m going to bring back a rock from the top — I forgot to do that last time!

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Actually, my bigger goal was to walk out and stand on the rock… it was totally worth the whole hike!  In the photo below, because of the extreme wind, I had stepped down to the lower rock of the ridge… it was quite a thrill.  I loved seeing for miles and miles and looking out at all the cities below… I loved the totally out in the open feeling and the blessing of standing on the mountaintop as a living picture of lessons I’ve learned in life walking with the LORD through valleys and mountaintops.

All the way up the mountain I had been singing over and over again the chorus:  “When the morning comes on the farthest hill, I will sing His Name, I will praise Him still; When dark trials come and my heart is filled with the weight of doubt I will praise Him still…. For the Lord our God He is strong to save, from the arms of death to the deepest grave, and He gave us life in His perfect will and by His good grace I will praise Him still…”

Standing on that mountaintop… I remembered I had determined to live! before I die.

Praise, praise the Lord.

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As I look out at the peak today… I smile thinking: I’ve been there!  I can’t wait to go again!!

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