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Olympics symbol

No Snow, No Problem

There they stood teetering at the top of the steps, big smiles on their faces, ready for the treacherous challenge…

Wait… Let me backtrack a little. My family enjoys watching the winter Olympics. During the last winter Olympics in Sochi, we spent family time watching the Women’s freestyle skiing mogul event. If you’re not familiar with it, moguls are artificially made snow bumps that the skiers maneuver through like a gauntlet using turning techniques which is 50% of the score. The rest consists of 25% air stunts and 25% speed. It was the first time my kids had seen anything like it, and we were all glued to the screen cheering on the American competitors.

Soon, however, I noticed the room had grown quiet. My husband and I looked about for the kids, only to find all three boys at the top of the stairs standing on our toy box cushion. They were prepped and ready to try their own mogul course with the pillow as their makeshift skiis and the steps as the moguls. After recovering from heart palpitations, I asked them if they thought this was a good idea. Each responded, “I can do it,” without any hesitation.

All I thought about was the chance of injury. The high probability of not only failure but painful bone breaking failure, resulting in our spending the weekend in the ER. I must admit, though, I liked their attitude.

When I heard about the Nigerian Women’s Bobsled team, I flashed back to this Nigerian women's bobsled team competeting in 2018 Olympicsmemory. Yes, Nigeria has never had a bobsled team. Yes, no country on the African continent has ever qualified for the Olympics. Yes, Nigeria’s climate is considered tropical. Yet, these three amazing women said, “We can do it.”

A lack of snow didn’t stop them. Adigun, their brakeman, built a bobsleigh for training purposes (nicknamed the Mayflower) that runs on track, turf, and other surfaces. Adigun was quoted by a CNN as saying, “We want to be able to be something that people can really be able to be proud of.”

So how do we gain back our “we can do it” attitude? How do we face life’s trials and opportunities with the faith of David as he faced Goliath?  It’s all in how we look at ourselves. When we look in the mirror, we see our weaknesses. The devil goes to town with it. He reminds us of our past failures, makes us think we’re not good enough, or don’t have what it takes. But, when we look in the mirror, what we should see God’s reflection peering back at us. We need to realize the Holy Spirit dwells within us, and it’s in God’s power not our strength. God has prepared in advance the work he has for us (Ephesian 2:10). He has given us what we need for this moment (2 Peter 1:3).

Let me leave you with one last quote from Onwumere, Adigun’s teammate from the Nigerian Bobsled team.

“This journey has taught me that self-improvement is on a continuum. Even when we get to the Olympics, it’s still like, “What happens next?” And that’s what life is about, just always wanting to improve.”

So what does God have next for you?

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Bridal bouquet pink

Love Beyond the Grave

I know my title sounds like the name for the next Twilight movie, but bear with me. I came across this magazine article clipping on the internet.

The text reads: “My sweet husband, John, and I were married for 46 years. Each Valentine’s Day, he’d send me the most beautiful flowers containing a note with five simple words: ‘My love for you grows.’ Four children, 46 bouquets and a lifetime of love were his legacy to me when he passed away two years ago.

“On my first Valentine’s Day alone, 10 months after I lost him, I was shocked to receive a gorgeous bouquet addressed to me… from John. Angry and heartbroken, I called the florist to say there had been a mistake. The florist replied, ‘No, ma’am, it’s not a mistake. Before he passed away, your husband prepaid for many years and asked us to guarantee that you’d continue getting bouquets every Valentine’s day.’ With my heart in my throat, I hung up the phone and read the attached card. It said, ‘My love for you is eternal.’”  – Sue Johnston, 68, Houston, TX

Even as I retype this, tears well up in my eyes.

Yet, there is an even greater love story than that of Sue and her husband, John. Let me tell you the story:

Once upon a time, there was a Prince who fell in love with an indentured servant. She resided just outside the castle gates and toiled for her master. The Prince loved her instantly. Despite the squalor in which she lived and the hard callouses on her hands, he saw her inner royalty, so he donned peasant clothing and left the King’s castle to spend time with her.

He offered her his name and protection, but to the servant woman, the Prince’s offer seemed too unbelievable to be true. She feared her master would laugh at the very idea or become enraged. In fact, when her master saw the Prince paying attention to his servant, the master grew angry for he feared the Prince would take his servant from him. To disillusion the woman, master offered her rich food scraps and wine from his table. He misled her with lies that she was too poor, too weak, and too ugly, to ever leave his home. He lured her into his bed, and when he grew tired of her, he cut her hair and sold it to a wig maker. Her appearance now disgusted him, so he sold her to another master to fill his coiffures.

This master was even harsher than the last. However, the Prince’s love for her never diminished. He pursued her to the lowest valley of the region. He asked her to come to his kingdom, become his bride—his princess, but she couldn’t meet his gaze. She stared at her dirty bare feet and the rags draping over her abused frame. Shame rooted her to the spot.

The Prince wasn’t deterred and asked her master the price of her freedom. The evil master saw his opportunity to thwart the king. He told the Prince the only way for her to gain her liberty was for the Prince to take her place. The Prince immediately removed his signet ring and slid it onto her finger. He covered her rags with his royal robe. The evil master had his men seize the Prince and beat him until he was bloodied, raw, and barely recognizable. They strung him up in the main road for passersby to witness and scoff at his humiliation.

Word reached the King who arrived with a vast army. He lowered his son to the ground and clasped his son’s battered body in his arms. The Prince’s eyes remained steadfast on his beloved. With the last of his ebbing strength, he stretched out his hand in her direction as his hoarse voice scratched out his final words, “Father, I have paid for her with my life. She is now your daughter. Love her as you would love me.” 

This is our love story. We are the servant woman, and Jesus is our Prince. His unfathomable love has no end. Because of his infinite love, He endured a humiliating torturous death, to pay our debt, to set us free, so that we can be welcomed into His family. One day He is going to once again ride out of heaven this time on a white horse. He’s coming to collect His bride—His eternal love.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

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Bridal bouquet pink

Lorri and son

Perfectly Imperfect

My dad gave my son a disposable camera for Christmas. Remember those? Back when people used film in photography and went to CVS to get it developed? A form was completed. The roll was slid into a bag, dropped into the slot box, and sent off filmfor development which took weeks. Remember the excitement of opening the cardstock envelope and flipping through the pictures to see how they turned out.

Back then, we couldn’t delete the bad pictures. We kept our fingers crossed and hoped the flash worked or that our thumbs didn’t cover the lens. Some came out great. Others we tore up. Some caused us to laugh out loud.

Now, with digital cameras, if we don’t like how the picture turned out, we delete it and take another. No reason to bother with imperfection. No one needs to see that we blinked, had a double chin, or were still talking with our mouth all contorted. Now, we only keep the ones that come out perfect.

An old Indian parable tells a story about two pots. A man carried them on the ends of a stick that he slung over his shoulders. He’d walk down to the river, fill them with water, and toted them back to the house. He did this daily for two years. One of the pots, however, had a crack in it and leaked most of its water before it reached the house. The cracked pot was ashamed of its mostly empty load and wept bitterly. The water bearer heard the cracked pot crying and took pity on it. He said, “Look down the path. See all the flowers that bloom along your side. I planted seeds there, and every day your leak has watered them. Now, I have flowers to decorate the master’s table.”

God doesn’t allow things to go to waste. He will use our imperfections for His glory. So don’t be afraid to show your flaws. Everybody has them. They make us unique. They build our character and develop us into who we are. They keep us reliant on a perfect God. Trust Him to make you perfect in your imperfection.

FYI: I can’t spell or figure out commas to save my soul (no matter how many time I reference Strunk and White’s, The Elements of Style grammar book). I allowed those flaws to keep me from writing for years, but God had instilled a desire to write deep within me that wouldn’t go away. So, now I Praise God for spell check and grammar software!

By the way, my son thought that disposable camera was the coolest thing ever. He loved turning on the flash, snapping a picture, and then cranking the wheel to forward the film. He brought it with him everywhere. Here are some of his photos:

Son making hot coco

Son and Grandad getting into car

Lorri, Son and mother

Lorri and youngest son

Womans stern look with raised eyebrow

Easy Way or the Hard Way

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way.” I’ve said this more times than I can count to my children. Usually, it’s in a disciplinarian situation as I raise my eyebrows and use my I’m not playing anymore tone. If they decide to take the hard route, I’m in for a long round of setting consequences and standing guard as the enforcer. Sometimes, they smile at me with that mischievous twinkle in their eyes and keep doing what they were doing until they realize mom is serious.

Everyone wants children that mind their parents, but what would happen if a child always chose the easy way? Would they be able to navigate through life without their parents telling them what to do having never experienced consequences? The hard way is an effective learning tool. My kids still mess up and get into trouble, but it is considerably less now. Thanks to a lot of hard training, they’re learning to weigh the options and outcomes.

No train, no gain.

Our brains even know it. While we sleep our minds switch into practice mode. If there is a problem I’m working on or a worry I’m stressing over, I’ll dream about it. At night, my brain trains on how to handle tough situations. It’s like an emotional workout or conditioning so that when the problem arises, I’m mentally prepared to handle the conflict.

Training takes time.

Michael Jordan was cut from his high school basketball team. He didn’t just miraculously become the greatest basketball player of all time. It took training. Often we see the end product and want it right away. We see successful people and think, I want that, but do we really know what it took to get there?

Training takes sacrifice.

My husband is an amazing entrepreneur. He’s been reading financial magazines and business books since he was in high school. He’s had numerous friends and past employees who see what he’s accomplished and thought, I can do that, so they start their own company expecting immediate results. What they didn’t see was the beginning where he ran the company out of our living room. We didn’t own a couch for the first three years of our marriage. Instead, we had cubicles. I used to come home from work and have to wait for their meetings to end so I could make dinner on our boardroom/kitchen table.

We can be like this with God. We want the easy way: the heaven card, a tight relationship with Jesus, answered prayers. But, we don’t get on our knees every day, crack open our Bibles, or wake up on a Sunday morning. How often do we take the easy spiritual way, when we should be training the hard way knowing it will become easy the more we practice? God challenges his prophet Jeremiah in verses 12:5

“If you have raced with men on foot
and they have worn you out,
how can you compete with horses?
If you stumble in safe country,
how will you manage in the thickets by the Jordan?”

How many of us are worn out by the little battles? (Don’t worry my hand is raised here too.) We need to ask ourselves, how can we ready ourselves for when the big spiritual battles arise? How can we be training for spiritual challenges?

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Couples fighting

Unstir the Pot – Calming the Battlefield

Couples fighting

The kids scatter to get away from the tension between mom and dad. Yelling, screaming, tears, a door slams. Words have been said that can’t be unsaid.

Most fights are not the iconic scenes of the movies like Braveheart where William Wallace inspires his warriors with a freedom speech before they charge into battle. Mr. and Mrs. Smith movie posterOr, the fantastic light show of sabers as Luke Skywalker holds a final showdown with his Darth Vader dad.  Or, even the witty, I love you, but I have to kill you now, undercover spy humor of Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Usually, fights are trivial, hurtful, and often a simple misunderstanding.

Misunderstandings are what develop conflict between the hero and heroine in most romance novel plots. It can be anything from hiding a past shame to believing the hero may be an actual murderer. Whatever the conflict, it’s good to know how and why fights progress. In my research, I came across two types of fighters: duckers and confronters.

Duckers prefer to hide or ignore the issue hoping it will resolve itself on its own. When forced into a confrontation, they think, I don’t need this, or I don’t have time for this.

Confronters prefer to attack the issue. They want to air it all out in the open. When faced with a ducker they think, he’s/she’s not willing to fight for me and wants to press their spouse into standing up for them.

Here’s an example of an argument from my manuscript “Love Never Fails” between a confronter (Abby) and a ducker (Nick). For some background information, Abby’s husband Nick had gone missing during the Napoleonic Wars with France. He’s suffering from what now would be diagnosed as Post-traumatic stress disorder, and even though the war ended, he’s allowed everyone, including his wife to believe he was still deceased.

 Abby crossed her arms over her chest. “Do you have another family?”

“No!” Nick’s bellowed answer reverberated off the cramped cabin walls. His eyes flicked to the lieutenant who stoked the fire as if it was his sole purpose in life.

Abby’d grown tired of excuses. The truth must come out. Tonight. She lifted her chin higher. “You know, for a moment, I was actually relieved to discover you were a spy.”

“I’m contracted out by the War Department for specialized missions.”

“You’re a spy.”

“You’re not listening.” Nick stared into the fire and dragged his fingers through his thick hair.

She continued to watch him, using silence to demand the truth.

He let out a low growl. “Yes, I’m a spy. The lieutenant is my liaison. He can confirm I have no other family.” Cynicism tinged his voice. “Since my word isn’t enough.”

A single nod from the lieutenant verified Nick’s statement. Once again silence fell over the room, interrupted only by the popping and hissing of the fire. Lieutenant Spark’s eyes shifted between her and Nick before he slowly stood, faking a yawn. “It’s been a trying day. I’m going to turn in for the night.”

Abby followed him with her eyes, using it as a chance to blink away tears. Lieutenant Sparks grabbed a blanket from out of his saddlebag and curled up in a corner facing the wall.

Nick continued to stare at the blazing fire. He snapped a twig in his hands and threw it into the flames one piece at a time.

“You never meant to come back home, did you?” Abby demanded in a hoarse whisper. “I discovered you by accident. You planned to sneak back in and grab your bow and arrows while I slept.”

“Don’t do this, Abby.”

Abby stood. “I waited for you for ten years. I prayed and prayed and prayed until I thought God had forgotten me, but you were alive.” Her arms hugged her midsection. “Did you ever plan on telling me?” She shook her head. “No, of course not. That’s why you suggested I remarry because you wanted to continue to play dead so you could resume spying for the crown.” Hot tears choked out her voice. “You would prefer a cloak and dagger life over being with me.”

“I wanted you to remarry,” he hissed in a rough whisper, “so you could have a chance at happiness.”

Abby crouched beside him, her tone lethal. “I’m already married.”

“I’m not the same boy you wed. I was giving you an out.”

“I never wanted an out. I wanted you. I wanted a life and a family of our own. You never gave our marriage a chance.”

“Don’t turn this around on me,” he roared. Nick’s gaze flicked to the lieutenant’s sleeping form and lowered his voice. “Everything I did was for you.”

“What did you do? Save me from heartache? My heart shattered into a million pieces ten years ago.”

His hands clenched into tight fists. “I don’t need this right now. You’ve made up your mind. I’m the bad guy. I can’t reason with you if you’re not going to listen.”

“So, you’re not even going to try?” Hot tears flowed freely down her cheeks.

Nick chucked a large stick into the fire and stood. “I can’t do this.” In three long strides, he stalked to the door. The wooden door crashed into the weeds as he exited, leaving a gaping hole.

Love and Respect a book by Dr. Emerson Eggerichs talks about the “crazy cycle” in which married couples can find themselves trapped. Men yearn for respect. If they don’t receive it, then some will withhold love using it as a weapon to lash out. In the same line, women yearn for love, but if they’re not getting it, they may disrespect their husband as a method of revenge. Dr. Eggerichs found that these tactics only land couples in an endless circle of dishing out more disrespect and unloving behavior. He encourages people to break the cycle. How? Husbands—by being bold and doing something that shows your love, even if you think she doesn’t deserve it. Write a love note, buy flowers, finish the honey-do-list. Wives—respect your husband, even if he may not have earned it. Tell him qualities you admire in him, thank him for working or even taking out the trash, encourage him. Even little acts of love and respect compounded over time can reverse the “crazy cycle.”

I know I’m a hopeless romantic (it’s why I write romance novels), but I believe there’s a reason why little girls play princess and boys pretend to be superheroes. Deep down women want to know, “You’re worth fighting for,” and men want to hear, “I believe in you.”

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Knight holding sword

Hold On Til Morning

Chirp!

It started the first full night of 2018. One single chirp every fifteen seconds. Only between the hours of 12 am and 3 am.  We’d tried everything to get the smoke detector to cease its incessant warning chirp. Of course, it started with the smoke detector on our cathedral ceiling, because it was a negative seven degrees outside and we needed our extension ladder to reach the blasted thing. We changed the battery and went back to bed. An hour later—chirp! Another smoke detector started. We replaced the battery in every single smoke detector. Chirp! We unplugged them, reset the circuit breakers, and hit the test button (which woke up the kids). Chirp!

Four nights in a row the same thing. I struggled into work with toothpicks holding my eyelids open and my brain only firing in safe mode to discover our financial software had crashed and couldn’t be restored without an expensive upgrade. I opened my email to a rejection letter saying they were going to have to pass on my story. This was not how I envisioned starting off 2018.

It was the beginning of a new era …

God’s own son had entered the earth. Hope filled the world with the promise of a savior. Shepherds and wise men traveled to see baby Jesus and even brought gifts. Everything seemed right with the world.

Joseph shakes Mary out of a deep sleep. Jesus is cuddled at her side. He’d had another dream. An angel came to him again and told him to take Mary and the baby and flee to Egypt. Herod was going to try to kill Jesus.

Wait. What?                                                                                                                                  

Isn’t the hard part over?

The savior was born. Shouldn’t things run smoothly now?

God never promised life would be easy. In fact, Jesus himself said the opposite. “In this life, you will have trouble, but take heart I have overcome the world.” I’m not an expert on why bad things happen. I know, by God allowing us to have free will, mankind has made unwise choices. It started with our not obeying God’s command and eating of the tree of Knowledge of good and evil. (Enter evil, stage left.) But, God doesn’t try to tell us life will be all rainbows and unicorns. He tells us to prepare for battle and gives us the tools to fight. (See Ephesians 6:13-18.)

Knight holding swordewyIt is through struggles that we obtain a better understanding of who we are. It’s how our character is forged. It’s hard to grasp when you are in the heat of the fight. But then a lull comes, and we can look back. We discover the changes we’ve undergone and the strength we’ve derived from combat.

Just remember, God will not give us more than we can handle. Having three boys, I’ve often thought, God must see something in me that I don’t see in myself. Even when I doubt, He’s always given me the faith I need to continue on. Sometimes it’s in the form of a running charge. Other times, it’s crawling on my knees, but he’s always beside me urging me forward.

God’s whisper into my heart cannot be drowned out by the doubts screaming in my mind, but I have to choose to listen. I know it can be difficult to comprehend when you’re on the floor of your bathroom saying, enough, please enough, but God will pull you through. He will hold you up with his righteous right hand. All you need to do is hold on.

It may not be an easy ride, but the end result will be well worth it.

Psalm 30:5 “… Weeping may stay for the night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.”

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Olive Oil Sleepwalking at a construction site

One Way or Another? – Knowing Where You are can Help Where You’re Going.

Remember the cartoons of a sleepwalking figure (like Olive Oil in Popeye the Sailorman) who ended up on a steel beam construction-site skyscraper?  Every Olive Oil Sleepwalking at a construction sitetime she’s about to step off the ledge and plummet twenty stories to her death, another beam is raised. She teeters onto it, oblivious to her deadly situation.

Or, if you’re a fan of Alice in Wonderland, Alice comes to a fork in the road and asks the Cheshire Cat which path she should take. The Cheshire Cat responds with a question, “Well, where are you going to?” She says she doesn’t know, and the cat profoundly replies, “Then one way is just as good as another.”

Life can sometimes feel like we’re fumbling around lost in the dark, guessing where to go next. Without setting our goals and priorities properly then the Cheshire Cat is right. One way might as well be as good as another. We don’t know.

One day, when I was young, I was gazing at the colorful gumballs in the grocery store gumball machine, when my mom walked out. I followed her through the automatic doors. She stopped to cross the parking lot, and I reached up to hold her hand. Except, to my horror, the woman wasn’t my mother. Panicked, I yanked my hand away and spun around frantically searching for my mom, who, much to my relief, just pushed our cart out onto the sidewalk.

Being led astray can be scary, but we don’t have to stay on that path. New Years is the perfect time to re-evaluate our lives, correct our mistakes and re-establish our priorities. It’s the perfect time to stop rushing around putting out fires we could prevent if we just took a second to be still and seek God’s path for our lives.

I know, I know, who has the time, right? Or the willingness? But if we have a plan and a purpose, then the unknowns of the future can turn into an awaiting Make it Happen Noteadventure. A little advanced planning can save a boat-load of time later. Fortunately, God has provided a manual to guide us, and the Holy Spirit to direct our steps if we let Him (Proverbs 3:5-6). My husband is one of those odd people who enjoys setting goals. He’d already written his goals for 2018 back in November and developed a process to implement them. Here are some of his helpful hints for setting resolutions:

  • Pray over your year and see what God reveals to you.
  • Try to set a goal for different aspects of your life, for example: spiritual, personal (or social), work-related (or mental), and physical,
  • Set realistic goals that are simple and attainable: See S.M.A.R.T goals (specific, measurable, attainable, realistic, and timely).
  • Chunk them down into smaller bite-sized goals with reasonable deadlines.

New Years is a time to get in-tune with God. Time to reflect on the previous year and plan for the next. If you let God be your guide, you can keep your eyes on the goal and stride forward with purpose, knowing God has prepared the way.

May God bless you in 2018. Whether you turn to the right or to the left, may you hear His voice behind you saying, this is the way, walk in it (Isaiah 30:21). May He be the light unto your feet and the lamp unto your path (Psalm 119:105).  May He fill you with His hope and future (Jeremiah 29:11).

With Love,

Lorri Dudley

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Coming down the stairs Christmas morning as a child

Do You Still Tremble?

Christmas morning, after a night of fitful sleep, my brother and I used to awake long before dawn. We’d stand at the top of the stairs our knees bouncing with Coming down the stairs Christmas morning as a childexcitement. Mom attempted to brush our hair for pictures as we danced around. Dad checked downstairs to ensure Santa paid us a visit. He lit the fireplace and oohed and aahed over the presents loud enough to start us quaking with anticipation. When he finally gave the okay, we’d barrel down the stairs with peels of giddy laughter.

Today, I use the same methods of Christmas torture on my own kids. There is nothing more precious than a child’s bubbling anticipation and eager delight.

As an adult, gifts don’t seem to hold the same fervent bliss. Over time, the excitement of presents fades, but it’s replaced with a lasting joy that stems from the love behind the gift.

I love Christmas Carols. Not so much pop holiday songs on the radio, but reverent songs filled with hope and rejoicing. My particular favorites are carols written in the late 1700s to the mid-1800’s. These songwriters put into words the desperate need for a new hope and a new joy found in a savior.

Take a look at some of the sections of these lyrics:

God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman

Remember, Christ our Savior

Was born on Christmas day

To save us all from Satan’s power

When we were gone astray

O tidings of comfort and joy

 

O Holy Night

Long lay the world in sin and error pining.Lorri and boys sitting in front of Christmas Tree

Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth.

A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,

For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.

 

Hark the Herald Angels Sing

Born that man no more may die

Born to raise the sons of earth

Born to give them second birth

Hark! The herald angels sing

“Glory to the newborn King!”

 

Joy to the World

No more let sins and sorrows grow,

Nor thorns infest the ground;

He comes to make His blessings flow

Far as the curse is found,

 

While only a fleeting happiness awaits in the presents under the tree. We can rejoice in the eternal joy given in to us that Christmas day long ago. Jesus, in His awe-inspiring grace, took the humble form of an infant, born in a lowly manger, because he ached to save us from the evil of this world and from our mistakes and sins. He chose to endure a mortal life, with its hunger, pain, sickness, and suffering, out of His love for us. So that, on Christmas morn and every day thereafter, we can have His comfort, His joy, and the hope of heaven.

So go ahead and dance around, tremble with excitement, cry tears of joy, delight in the wonder of the miracle of Christmas. For unto us a savior was born!

Merry Christmas!

The angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. 11 Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. – Luke 2:10-11

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Carpenter

Enjoy the Process – Potential in the Making

I wouldn’t say I was a tomboy as a child, but I spent a lot of time building forts. My Carpenterfriend Alison had an old barn in her backyard, and there were a lot of old boards laying around. We borrowed a handsaw, hammer, and a couple handfuls of nails and dreamed up a plan to build a fort complete with a roof, windows, and a swinging door. I can’t remember now how we got the door to swing, but it did.

That summer we spent countless hours sawing and hammering. I can still remember the scent of the dusty old barn and fresh cut wood. I learned a great deal of carpentry skills like you need to be exact with your measurements, and how not to hit your thumb with a hammer. Alison and I talked, laughed and sweated, but mostly had a blast. After adding the finishing touch of painting our names in white on the door header, we stood back and admired our work.

I don’t think we played in it for longer than two minutes. Our carefully-constructed beautiful fort once built, became forgotten. For Alison and me, it was all about the fun of the building process. After that, we were off to the next project and adventure.

Life is about becoming, not being.

Lorri Dudley's bookshelf filled with writing books increasing her potential

I’m still learning about the writing process. My bookshelf is chock full of books on how to write. I think I’ve read more books on how to write than I did to obtain my degree in psychology. There is always room to learn. If we stop learning, we stop growing. Learning about my passion is an enjoyable progression. There are times where it’s hard to bear the criticism of my trials and errors, but I know it will strengthen me in the long run.

James 1:2-4 says, “Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything,” (NIV).

I have to admit facing trials is a lot different than having fun building a fort one summer. Some of you may look at where you are and struggle to find any joy in your situation. The path it took to get you there might have been loaded with pain and heartache, but God is strengthening your faith so that you can grab hold of His righteous right hand, and let Him pull you out. Mark Batterson, author of The Circle Maker wrote, “We can’t have a testimony without being tested.” God is developing the maturity in you to persevere to the next level.

Find your joy in the trial by knowing you are potential in the making.

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Dining table

Grateful for Miracles in the Minutiae

I am grateful for indoor plumbing. It might be because I write in an era where people still had to use chamber pots to go to the bathroom. It could be because I’m just weird, but I enjoy warm showers so much, that I tend to praise God for indoor plumbing, usually while I’m in the shower. It gets me thinking about all the things I take for granted, for instance, the human body.

Scientists estimate there are around 37.2 trillion cells in the average person. These Human body systemsindividual microscopic cells have specialized functions and work together to make up our body’s organs, i.e., heart, bones, skin, blood, brain, etc. We don’t have to remind our hearts to keep beating, command our lungs to breathe, or convince our stomachs to digest the cheesecake we ate after lunch (even though I will plead with mine not to send it to my thighs). No, they do it of their own accord.

Here are a few other amazing body facts:

  • Your heart generates enough energy on a daily basis to drive a truck twenty miles.
  • We produce enough saliva in our lifetime to fill two swimming pools.
  • Not only do we have unique fingerprints, but we also have a unique tongue print.
  • The human eye can distinguish between approximately ten million different colors.
  • Our brains can store over a lifetime 1 quadrillion (1 million billion) pieces of information in our long-term

Socrates once said, “Wisdom begins with wonder,” and he didn’t even know what a cell was. Modern technology has given us an in-depth perspective as to how intricately we have been woven together. Yet, as we go about our days, doing laundry, finishing reports for deadlines, carting kids here and there, preparing for guests, and making a Thanksgiving feast, we forget how many tiny individual cells are working so we can accomplish so much.

Dining tableWhile we gather together with friends and family, I hope we can take a moment to be still and look around at the amazing miracles surrounding you. Each friend and loved one is a wonderful masterpiece, a miracle of life that God knitted together.

I am thankful for you.

Thank you for taking the time out of your busy days to bless me by reading my blogs and taking an interest in a budding writer. Thank you for your support, your kind words and your prayers. Know that I’m also praying for you, a good measure of blessings pressed down, shaken together, and running over (Luke 6:38 NIV).

Happy Thanksgiving!

Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.  1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

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