It's In the Living

The music of life is wafting through my mind and heart, as I enjoy a rare few hours this morning...not needing to be here or there; or dashing out the door to again to meet the demands that seem to constantly pull.
Just this day, as I drove away from the bus stop, blowing kisses to the sweet eleven year old nose pressed against the bus window, I had such a deep thought...here it is: "Hmmm....life!"
The strains of my life often sound like a chaotic mess, until I remember as Patsy Clairmont said last weekend, "Life is messy!"
The dawning of that deep truth, rings loud and resounding on my heart today. Yes, life is messy, but I've been called to live this day, chosen for this generation...yet never alone. My dependence is on the One leading me as I go in, and through, and around...life.
Not all is messy. Sometimes I do have a really organized hour or two....Ha! I have learned to keep things simple, and forgive much, mostly myself.
Walking, I see the signs of life all around. Some of them are in the messy, some are organized...yet all are the tellings of life fully lived in The Taylor Home.
When I think about what is true, it's not in the perfectly wrapped life that I find joy. I find joy in watching my first girl struggle with the big things in life, and then decide she will fully commit to serving her Father God in a bold way! I don't find trust in never having to face hard things. I discover He Who is trustworthy when life gets too hard to stand! I find love and forgiveness in the embrace of my man, when I've been anything but lovely. I find hope in His Word, that He who began a good work in me, will see me all the way to completion!
If you would like, you can follow along with me, as I take a little walk around. I'm looking closely for life...in everything. In no particular order, here is what I discovered:

 Life always involves changes...and yes, death. But come Spring, hope blooms new!

The growth of life, showing up in the planting, the tending...the harvest.

Life can be found in the mundane tasks and chores...that when put into perspective, might be viewed differently, by simply changing my attitude.

Because we have more than enough, we give thanks!

I found life on my son's dresser! His life is about football, school-work, hunting, music, and cash. He's so busy living his life to the full!

This is one of life's biggest choices. Will she choose Olivet Nazarene University in the Midwest, or will she stay home and go local? God knows, and we trust!

When you are eleven, life is full of dreams!! (I don't know where I dropped all of mine.) I just know that He Who has grand plans for her, will never leave her, or forsake her.

 Life is in the messes. This proves that we have lived this week....we just haven't gotten everything in their rightful places. Notice all the shoes are Nikki's and mine...yep, this is our life!

Life can be found in the written word. Suggestions and directions for walking closer to our Creator; ideas for a holiday table; recipes for making the best pancake....life!

Life abundant in His Word. I am lost without it!

We might have to look more closely to find life in the seemingly deadest of places. A spider web among the hard rocks...there's life!

Life and love flows from the Leader of our home, as he seeks God on a daily basis.

We live, therefore we must do laundry!

We are at our best, when what we are doing is not for us, or others, but as an act of worship to God. Yes....you can find life through worship at a sink full of suds!

Life happens....Garage doors have to be repaired, cavities have to be filled, and it takes gas to drive our cars. It's life! Thank you, God!

"I have come that they may have life; life abundant!"

John 10:10

This Is My Song

I am (still) reading Ann Voscamp's book--One Thousand Gifts.

It is taking me months to read this book, and I am just fine with that. It took me over a month to process chapter 6, and rightfully so...I may have to sit on chapter 8 for a few months.

Side Note: When I grow up, I want to speak as poetically as Ann. What a gift!

Back to what this is teaching me:
I long to live my life for God.
I've lived 38 years on this globe as unto other people, but all the more tragic--as unto myself. The tragedy is this--living as unto Sheila, my husband, these children, my church, friends, work...although my intentions are right, my human-ness is so terribly human. This causes me deep frustration! As hard I as try, I make monumental mistakes, and I fail. I do my best, but if I'm only doing it to find the instant gratification, it will have a fleeting joy. I find zero contentment there. I run back over and over again wishing for someone, anyone to say, "Great job, Sheila, on getting all 8 loads of laundry done today !" ....and it isn't there...joy, that is. When the praise does come, the applause is nice, but it seems to fall short in filling my vessel to overflowing. Quite the contrary in fact. I've once again come to a dry place, carrying an empty vessel. Something is missing?

"Whenever man is made the center of things, he becomes the storm-center of trouble. The moment you think of serving people, you begin to have a notion that other people owe you something for your pains....You will begin to bargain for reward, to angle for applause." (Dorothy Sayers)

Ann writes, and I quote, "When the laundry is for the dozen arms of children or the the dozen legs, it's true, I think I'm due some appreciation. So comes a storm of trouble and lightning strikes joy. But when Christ is at the center, when dishes, laundry, work, is a song of thanks to Him, joy rains. Passionately serving Christ alone makes us the loving servant to all. When the eyes of the heart focus on God, and the hands on always washing the feet of Jesus alone---the bones, they sing joy, and the work returns to it's purest state: Eucharisteo (Thanksgiving). The work becomes worship, a liturgy of thankfulness."

"The work we do is only our love for Jesus in action. If we pray the work...if we do it to Jesus, if we do it for Jesus, if we do it with Jesus...that is what makes us content." (Mother Theresa)

That is what makes me content.
That is what makes me content.
That is what is missing...contentment.

Contented, deep joy is always in the touching of Christ---in whatever skin He comes to us in.

So this is my song of worship, to Him...

This is the astonishing truth, that while I serve Christ, it is He who serves me.

"Feed the hungry, and help those in trouble. Then your light will shine out from the darkness and the darkness around you will be as bright as the noon. The LORD will guide you continually, giving you water when you are dry and restoring your strength. You will be like a well-watered garden, like an ever-flowing spring.

Isaiah 58: 10-11

Spring Cometh!

As I long to celebrate the arrival of Spring, I do so, while being down in bed with Pneumonia. I find myself feeling cranky and teary, as cough incessantly through lungs that are sick and full. I don't like this...it hurts, and I am tired. I read how the duration of my affliction, can be weeks...even a couple months at best. That makes me more 'growly'.

As I grumble, I am quickly reminded of all the times I have been sick before, and have recovered. Or the times, those whom I love, have fought illness, and found healing. I am reminded of God's faithfulness....over and over again.

Yet, I find myself faint of heart...my strength and resolve are weak.

Do I doubt His faithfulness this time? No

Do I wonder if He is actively working His healing on my sick body? No

Do I know that He still sees me, and calls me His Beloved? Yes!

So, then can I celebrate His care, His watchful eye...His gifts? Yes!

I can celebrate Life...overflowing with Joy!
I can celebrate Healing, that is on it's way!
I can celebrate Thoughtfulness, coming from those who care for us!
I can celebrate Abundance! All our needs-supplied!
I can celebrate the Spirit of Christ...active; alive in my heart, no matter the condition of my body!

I'm surprised at how joyful I actually can be! So, this illness is but a bump in the road...my journey is much bigger than one crazy little bump. I'm going to be just fine!

And by the time I feel better, I can go out and enjoy this season of seeds, dirt, and fresh air!

Repost from June 2008: Come As A Child

We are in the middle of company....we are having a great time with the our friends, the Haight's!


Kevin and Anita are caregivers for an elderly man with down syndrome. Leroy is 64 years old, and has the mind of a six year old child. It takes a lot of being around him to understand what he is saying.

His days of vacation (and most every other day) consist of coloring. He always has a coloring book and his bucket of crayons handy. Yesterday, he started his coloring at about 12:00 pm, and colored for the rest of the day!!

He loves it when anyone stops for a moment to look at his masterpieces. One interesting element in his art, is that he colors an entire page, from corner to corner, one color.....and only one color.

Nikki loves to sit and color with him, and he is always gracious enough to let her use many different colors on her page!

Yesterday, I overheard her saying to him, "Leroy, you are doing a great job!!" That made him very happy!

Another one of the things that I love about Leroy, is that he loves to sing!! I had our TV tuned into Serius Spirit, so, there was worship music playing from it most of the day.

As Leroy colored, he also sang. His words didn't match any of the songs, but I doubt that matters much to His Creator!

Last night, Aaron and Cher joined us for a BBQ, and after we ate, we sat and watched a Phillips Craig and Dean DVD. Leroy sat on the sofa and sang along. When the song would become very worshipful, he would close his eyes and raise his hand in the air and sing! When the song was exciting, Leroy promptly got to his feet to dance!

When Randy Phillips prayed on the DVD, Leroy closed his eyes and with tears streaming down his cheeks, he mumbled over and over words that to my ears weren't understandable, but to the ears and heart of God, I believe they were words of authentic love and adoration!!

The rest of us tried not to let him see us watching him......but as I sat there and watched this old man, who has spent his entire 64 years being like a child, I felt something happen inside of me.....Christ asked us to come as little children, just as Leroy was doing!

Many of us are going through battles, maybe feeling like we are fighting things that are too hard to bear. Last night, I realized that I could also come as a child to the One who knows all, sees all, hears all....

Posted by SheilaDy at Tuesday, June 24, 2008

UPDATE: Leroy went home to Heaven yesterday (April 19th). He lived 67 years-- the last 7 he lived with our close friends, Kevin and Anita Haight. We will miss him!!!

Faith-Building Friday

My friend, Tiffany has asked for stories of faith today, in an effort to increase her own. Because I know how hearing about others experiences, increases my own faith, I jumped on board!

I was raised in a church where members frequently shared their testimonies and moments where God showed up! Not knowing then how much their stories increased my faith, I realize now just how much I miss that!

Just last weekend, Duane and I were invited to St. Maries Nazarene Church in St. Maries, Idaho to be part of their Lay Witness Mission Weekend. For those not familiar with what Lay Witness Missions are, here is a synopsis:

A Lay Witness is someone like you and I, who are on a journey toward God. We are not pastors, preachers, evangelists, or speakers. We are normal, everyday people who have a story to tell of God's Redemption and Hope!

A Lay Witness Mission is a weekend event, where 20-30 people are invited to create a team, go into a church and spend the weekend, staying in their homes, sharing our stories of faith, lead small group times, and encourage conversational prayer and spiritual growth in that particular church body.

Last October, our own church held this event, that we attended for the first time. I still struggle to find words that will describe how life-changing that weekend was for me, and for our family! God blessed that weekend, and I am forever different.
When we were invited to join the Lay Witness Team who was going to St. Maries, we had our doubts we were "equipped" or "qualified". We were told if we felt that way, we were perfect for this...thank you very much! We prayed about it, and agreed to go. I am SO glad we did!

I was nervous about sharing my Faith Story...simply because I get like that when I have to get in front of people. But with God's strength, I told my story. Then throughout the weekend, we led small group prayer and discussion times. We had opportunities to eat with them, listen to them, pray with them, and worship with them. Bottom line: I fell in love with St. Maries!!!

My faith is increased, because we had the chance to pray with people as they made a commitment to follow Christ. We prayed for healing with health, relationships and marriages...and with faith, believe that God will do as He promised. We listened as hard hearts were made soft in the Spirit of love and encouragement.

I personally saw how God is working in the lives of the oppressed, possessed, broken-hearted, lonely, hopeless, angry, fearful....
He has come that they might have HOPE, LOVE, JOY, PEACE, REDEMPTION and FREEDOM from that which binds them!

1 Peter 1:7
"These have come so that the proven genuineness of your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed"


My faith has been increased, and Jesus gets all my praise!