Hearing Heart Blog

He's back! Once again he's back in his old bedroom. He's almost thirty, and there he sleeps next to his wife and child. We will enjoy their voices and insights and energy and musings in the house for two full weeks before they must go back to the Air Force base at the opposite corner of our country. Thank-you, God, he's back! I really did mean it, Lord. He's my second-born, and I gave Him back to You just moments after He was born. I meant it, and I've never regretted it. He's Your man! I didn't enter into wife-hood or mother-hood lightly. When I gave my heart to Jesus at a very young age, I meant it with all I had. I wasn't seeking a more wonderful life for myself. I wasn't seeking just another "thing" to have. I didn't commit myself to my husband with any alternate plans. And I didn't ask God for children without a healthy level of understanding the sacrifices and risks involved! These choices were just part of my growing an

I don't ever want to be beyond being shaken. I don't want to get so used to hearing about the hardships of the poor that when I hear of someone suffering, it doesn't grip my heart. I may appear a fool, mentally ill, or just "losing it", but I want to FEEL what others feel. I want to cry out to God for their needs. I want to be able to cry, without restraining myself for propriety's sake. I want to live in that freedom to be who I am. If I don't allow myself to bleed for others, then I'm not really alive. I honestly believe that. Just moments ago I finished reading the book, "Too Small to Ignore", written by Dr. Wess Stafford of Compassion International. That's the renown organization that recruits sponsors for needy children around the world. I sat on the floor in my kitchen to finish up the last two pages because I wanted to seriously listen to what God might be trying to say to me. I thought I might be involved in a “holy mome

Not drifting, not deliberate. Not determined, not desolate, either. Not a lot of things, but I am in the midst of "the change". Oohh, I said it! Last year we called this "reverse puberty", just for fun. There's instability here. My kids are mostly grown, and grandchildren come around to interrupt my aging! What a joyful relief! Nothing is as I thought it would be, and everything is better than I thought it would be! Today it appears that way, anyway. Not too many weeks ago I was distraught with tears over all my "hardships". Sorry, I don't mean to appear insane, dear family. Other times, giddy with joy, I forget to act respectable! Like I said, I don't mean to... This is a great time - time to contemplate, and to ponder why I must keep myself so busy. Is it because I feel I must prove my worth? A great time - time to reassess my values, and develop them. What do I value? And the instability? I don't like it. I don't want it, but it'

"Let's Talk About James" Bible Study chapter 1, verse 1 Okay, so I'm just a mom. Okay, so I'm older than that, I'm a grandma, too! So, who am I to think someone would want to hear anything I have to say? Well, let's give this a chance. Look at what James says! I mean, the first thing he wrote to introduce himself was: "James, a servant of God and of the Lord Jesus Christ." Oh, by the way, the book of James that I'm talking about? It's near the back of the Holy Bible. I use the New International Version. There's lots of versions, but this one suits me best. Whatever you have on hand is okay... Okay, so let's keep it simple like James did. Yeh, right! I am a woman, so I should be known for wanting to add a bunch more words than that! I'll hold my tongue, though, because James later talks about that, too. For right now, let's keep it simple. "Kathy, a servant of God and of the Lord Jesus Christ." Do I believe that?