published in The Christian Pulse.
http://thechristianpulse.com/2011/09/26/finding-where-we-don%E2%80%99t-belong/
published in The Christian Pulse.
http://thechristianpulse.com/2011/09/26/finding-where-we-don%E2%80%99t-belong/
Indianapolis. Alone. Arena full of chatty women. Some dressed alike. How did I get here?
Stopped by the prayer room. Why not start by laying all my cares at the altar?
13,000 women. So many stories. Fed in just an hour. Not bad. Logistics. Converted men’s rooms to women’s. No disguising those urinals.
6th row. VIP. What? Each session brings laughter. Tears.
Henry Cloud. Sheila Walsh. Necessary Endings. You Raise Me Up. Where have you been all my life? Jesus? Jesus.
Construction. Traffic. Stuck. How about a Colt’s Game? Wandering the parking garage. Peyton Manning vs. 13,000 women trying to get into Conseco Fieldhouse.
Lisa Harper. Angie Smith. Nicole Johnson. Luci Swindoll. Tiny blue shorts. Microphone toilet stories. Hats. Laryngitis. More laughter. Mary. Mary.
Saturday morning. Checkout time. Thank goodness. I should have never survived that motel experience.
Back for more. Sheila Walsh. How Great Thou Art. Natalie Grant. Jesus is My Beauty Mark. Wow! It istruly well with my soul.
Sheila Walsh. Lisa Harper. Nicole Johnson. Angie Smith. Real women. Real tears. Worst Fears. Broken hearts. Redeeming love.
Imagine. Worship. Forgive. Believe. Trash. Broken. Reformed. Re-formed. God. Working. Always. Perspective. Thankful. Triumph. Lives. Changed. Forever. My Spot. Reserved. Dreaming. Woman. Of. Faith.
Pick up my burdens on the way out. But somehow, it’s different now. We are all united in them. All 13,000 of us, seeking to make a difference for eternity. We need each other.
Imagine!
Tags: Imagine Conference, Women of Faith, Women of Faith Blogger
Transitions.
I normally do not look forward to them. I am a ‘comfort zone’ kind of person. Sometimes, it’s much easer to handle what I know, rather than facing the unknown, without a plan.
But God calls us to follow Him, which also requires us, many times, to leave our comfort zones behind.
The New Testament is filled with stories of face-to-face contacts with Jesus. And with each person He comes across, He begins with one simple statement.
Follow me.
To Peter and Andrew, as they cast their nets into the Sea of Galilee, he called to them.
To James and John, in a nearby boat with their father, he called to them.
To Matthew, the Tax Collector, he asked the same question.
To the rich, young ruler, who appeared to have everything, but still longed for eternal life, Jesus added this. “Sell everything you own, and then follow me.”
Follow me.
It is the question that starts it all; it is also the answer. It is the beginning of the relationship, as well as the ending.
Jesus healed many people. “Go, and share the news,” he told them, as they sought a way to repay Him, in a beautiful blend of too-good-to-be-true disbelief and awe.
Go.
To the woman at the well, after her accusers had abandoned their plight to publicly shame her, Jesus told her, “Go, and sin no more.”
To the leper, after He was completely cleansed, Jesus told him to go.
To the centurion, who begged for healing for his servant back home, Jesus commanded him to go.
Sometimes, He said it like this.
Come.
To the children, clamoring for His attention, much to the chagrin of his disciples, He said, “come to me.”
To Peter, over the storm-ravaged waters, he said, “come to me.”
Follow me. Go. Come.
None of these allow us to stay where we are. They require movement, obedience, and trust. They require action, long before there is a plan to go with it.
Could it be that sometimes, God requires us to act, long before He reveals His plan to us?
I have come to believe that this is entirely true. To land in a new place, a better place where we can stand stronger, it requires to us to take leaps of faith.
And, though these transitions from one place to another petrify me, they also inspire me. As I have learned to embrace my wilderness periods, the times I feel as if I am wandering, I have also learned to keep looking up, for it is there that I always find my answers.
In the past two and a half weeks, I have done the following:
Driven 2500 miles.
Worked 37 hours, my final ones at a job I truly loved in Michigan.
Resigned from numerous volunteer and/or leadership positions, also in Michigan.
Stopped to rest at various truck stops in 5 different states.
Gave my sister 24-hours-notice that we might be on the way to live with her for a while. She said ‘yes.’ thank goodness.
Boxed up the china and wall hangings from my former home, to await news of the location of their new home.
Enrolled my daughter in a new school for her senior year of high school.
Forced my diva-like dog to get along with his new roommate, my sister’s aggressive and not-nearly-as-cute-as- she-thinks Boston Terrier puppy.
Notified our apartment complex management in Michigan that we would be moving out, just as soon as the date is confirmed for my husband’s second job transfer in 3 years.
Attended a Women of Faith conference in Indianapolis that allowed me to worship, and more importantly, reminded me of all the promises of Jesus that still ring true, no matter where I happen to live.
Stayed in a motel that I’m sure I’ve seen in a crime scene on America’s Most Wanted, where the internet only worked when strange men stood outside my window and talked loudly.
Received a diagnosis from my mechanic that our rickety minivan, with it’s 12 years and 223,000 miles of experience, is on it’s last legs, so to speak.
It would be easy to be overwhelmed to the point of panic at this moment. But I can’t. I simply cannot.
Because with all of those hours on the road, I constantly asked God what He is up to, and He showed me this–sunsets and sunrises in five different states. (Click on the pictures below that I captured with my cell phone camera as I drove, and please pardon the dirty windshield.)
And with that, He reminded me that it is during the transitions from night to day, from storms to calm, and even from Michigan to Tennessee, that His power is truly revealed.
And the same God who can do this on a daily basis is the One who holds my transitions in His hands.
And the miracle of it all is that had I not followed Him along this journey, I would have never seen all that He wanted to show me; His repeated promise that I will never have to walk in darkness, as long as I continue to follow Him.
John 8:12 – When Jesus spoke again to his people, he said “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.
Tags: Following Jesus, journey, sunrise, sunset, travels, women of faith conference
Aug 24
Posted by Janet Morris Grimes in published | No Comments
Published in Christian Woman Today, March 10, 2011
http://powertochange.com/blogposts/2011/03/10/stealing-the-romance/
The address from the envelope stuck out above the rest, taunting me.
Women of Faith
Ripping it open, a purple admission ticket fell into my lap.
Imagine
Indianapolis, Indiana
August 19-20
I tossed the envelope into the passenger’s seat of my car, unable to see past the tears in my eyes.
I guess this is something else I will have to give up.
Moving. Again. Two years after finally settling in to life in our Michigan town of Canton, news had come that my husband was being transferred. Again.
Louisville? Louisville.
The news was welcomed; the timing, terrible. We started out in Nashville, the only home we had ever known. Left-behind family and friends there would appreciate the idea that we were coming closer.
But for our daughter, Malloree, who would be entering her senior year in high school in just a month, it brought her to a fork in the road. Another fork in the road that she did not see coming. She had already been through the first transfer, midway through her freshman year. Back then, she met the challenges of the new school head on, facing the demons of lonely lunches and swim class with a smile on her face. She kept her tears to herself, hiding them in the shower so we would not know.
We would not ask her to do that again in Louisville.
What grew from those early months was triumph. Our daughter, stripped from the daily support of her friends and family, turned to God, and He met her here in Michigan in the most beautiful of ways. Daunting, early morning bus rides in the dark were spent listening to worship music from her ipod. She sent daily scriptures of hope and encouragement to her friends back home, adding her new friends in Michigan as she came across them. Suddenly, she was keenly aware of the broken, the lonely, and those that needed a friend.
Because she was one of them, and it changed her heart forever.
She had earned the right to choose her path this time.
Where to spend her senior year? Stay in Michigan? Return to Nashville?
Her choice had been made, and with it, mine had been as well.
She chose Nashville. She had grown to love Michigan, and Michigan had grown to love her, but there was unfinished business back home. More people who needed a friend. More memories to capture. More ways to reach out before leaving again for college.
And school starts much earlier in the south, so we loaded up our rickety minivan and went. Staying with family, starting another new school, but this time, on her terms.
The news was too fresh to even process when I first received that ticket to the conference. I am supposed to be the strong one, assuring everyone else that we can do this; that God is much bigger than Michigan, or Tennessee, or whatever obstacle strewn in our family’s path.
But my focus was on all that I would have to give up in order to start over again. The home that we had created, the part-time job I loved, our new church home, and many volunteer efforts I never had time to participate in before. Living apart from my husband, again. The financial strain of living in two different states already pulled me down. We had been through this before, and it left us broke, and broken, in many ways.
It was all too much, and I had not yet worked my way up to being the strong one.
I jerked the steering wheel, lop-sided into a parking space, searching for something besides the back of my hand to wipe my tears. I unfolded the letter, excitedly announcing the details in bold print.
Dear Woman of Faith….
And then I sobbed even more. My heart raced and my hand tried to hold back the sounds coming from deep inside me.
I had been called out by God.
I let go of my list of reasons not to go to this conference. The travel expenses, the fact that my life was imploding around me, and the sense that I needed to be in Nashville looking for a job, while also staying in Michigan to help my husband prepare for his impending move to Louisville.
The ticket was a gift, given to me by Thomas Nelson, in exchange for the opportunity to blog about my experience there.
Welcomed news. Beautiful timing.
The truth is that I have no idea where I belong right now. I am homeless, in a way, wandering the roads of the wilderness, or at least the excruciatingly long stretch of I75 the takes me from Michigan to Tennessee.
But on this particular weekend, I have no doubt that I belong in Indianapolis, sitting in my chosen seat in the 6th row. A detour through Indiana, en route back to Nashville with another van load of stuff, is a beautiful way to remind myself that I am a woman of faith.
A woman of faith. I forgot that for a minute.
Thank you, God, for the reminder.
And I can’t wait to share what I will learn.
Now, back to I69, and my detour through Indiana.
P.S. The sunrise through the fog along the Indiana highways was gorgeous this morning. Life as a wanderer has it’s advantages. I would have never have seen that if I were not here at this moment.
Tags: Imagine Conference, Indiana Women of Faith Conference, Indianapolis Women of Faith Conference, Thomas Nelson, Women of Faith
The Christian Pulse Devotional, published August 16, 2011.
http://www.thechristianpulse.com/2011/08/16/seeking-his-face/
Tags: christian pulse, Janet Morris Grimes, Seeking His Face
The Christian Pulse Devotional, published August 10, 2011
http://www.thechristianpulse.com/2011/08/10/through-the-valley/
Tags: christian pulse, Janet Morris Grimes, through the valley
Published on August 5, 2011
http://powertochange.com/blogposts/2011/08/05/spiritual-anorexia/
Tags: Christian Woman Today, Daily bread, reading Bible daily
The Christian Pulse Devotional, published July 7, 2011.
http://www.thechristianpulse.com/2011/07/07/let-me-not-be-ashamed/
Tags: christian pulse, Janet Morris Grimes, let me not be ashamed, pride
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