What's Your Theme?

What's your personal theme?

Today, I found myself thinking about life, which I often do. I started pondering, "What is the core theme of my life?" If you really stop and think about it, we all carry a theme underneath our attitudes and actions. I would have to say for me, my life's theme is thankfulness. 

I don't ever want to forget what my life was when I was just starting out. I still let myself think back often, almost daily, in fact, to the years that I struggled to find happiness and make my own way. I put up with so much disrespect and abuse, all for the sake of not being alone. I lived in rented trailers and apartments, using scraps of furniture that were handed down to me from various people and places. At the end of winter, I bought things for next winter from the clearance rack at Hill's, and I bought summer clothes for next year at the end of summer, too. 

I didn't have a car, so my dad picked me up and delivered me to the shop where I worked each day. Eventually, I bought my first car, a 1978 Mazda GLC hatchback, for $800. I had saved up a Christmas account that year, and cashed it in early and asked my boss for my paycheck a few days before our normal Monday payday so I could buy it off the lot that Friday. I couldn't believe I actually had my own car!

I often survived on groceries my sweet Nanny brought me in what she called "care packages". In one of my poorest moments, I added some Italian spices to a can of tomato soup she had given me to make a batch of spaghetti sauce that I ate every day and night for over a week! I remember envying the meals my coworkers ate most days from Bassett's in the mall where our shop was located. Nearly every day, I ate a Snickers bar and a Coke for lunch, an 86 cent meal that got me through the day just fine, even though those green beans and fried chicken the others had sure did look good! (I actually came across my old checkbook registries when we moved in 2012 and saw how many checks I wrote to Eckerd's for my candy bar and soft drink lunch all those times!)

Somehow, through the grace of The Good Lord, I was never a day late on a bill, and I always had enough money to pay my rent, utilities, car insurance and gas. I didn't have any health insurance, but thankfully didn't have any sickness or big events during those years. 

I was in the shop from 8:00 am until 8:00 pm most days taking every walk-in I could get, along with being the only one working every holiday that I could get by with, even if the shop was officially closed (the receptionist at that time hated me for that, but she had no idea how detrimental that day off would have been to me financially!). 

God was so good to me, even when I didn't recognize that He was The One providing for me. So now that I understand it, I don't ever want to forget those days, the days of being the lost little 18 year old girl, trying to figure it all out and make it on my own, learning some hard, hard lessons along the way. 

Jesus was always there, always stepping just before me and showing me the way. For that, I'm still so thankful all these years later. I'm certainly not wealthy and never will be, but I still can't believe I have my own house, my own yard and my own driveway (and not a parking lot!). I have a wonderful husband who loves and respects me, and I have children and grandchildren that fill my life with purpose and value, all of the things I always wanted the most. 

Thankfulness is always at the root of my thinking. Each night as I close my shop door, I thank God for each soul who walked through that door that day. When I spend the day cleaning my house, I thank Him for having this house to clean. When I pay for gas, I thank Him for the car I have to drive and the money He provides for gas. When I lie down at night, I thank Him that I'm tired from a day filled with the responsibilities of the blessings He has given me. 

Still to this day, I have moments of awe at what a wonderful life I have been blessed to live. His grace and mercy are sufficient. Just like God says He will, He does, in fact, make beauty from ashes, and His love never fails. Not once. I am so, so thankful!

What's your theme?

Proverbs 27:19

As water reflects the face, so one’s life reflects the heart

Unstolen

 

This February, by no fault of his own, Dave lost his job. It was just cutting numbers on paper to his employer, but to Dave, it was a big punch in the gut. 

The news came on a Wednesday, the day before his 54th birthday. Just the Saturday before, he had went in and worked a full day just to do the right thing for the company and accommodate some contractors that needed his help finishing a project, a day he wouldn't get paid for since he was on salary. Of course, he was devastated and felt completely unappreciated and cheated. He felt like his job had been stolen from him. 

That morning, he called to ask for me to pray for him because he had been called into a meeting in H.R.  The company was making budget cuts, and he feared his position might be expendable. That call to a meeting was a good indicator he would be let go that day.

Dave is the easy-going one of us. I'm usually the planner, the "got a fire under me" type, determined to figure out the next step and get started on a fix immediately. But that morning, when he called, The Lord showed up. I dropped to my knees right there and all I said was, "We trust you, Lord. Whatever you have planned, we trust you!" I stood up from that prayer feeling not just ok, but actually excited about what would happen next. I kept feeling thankful it happened, like it was a good thing, even though we had no idea at all what we would do, or how long he might be unemployed. The only explanation for my peace in that moment is that God had His hand on us and it was palpable.

Dave came home completely broken, and it broke my heart to see him that way. Still, I had peace and surety that this was a good turn of events, even as painful as it was for him. Each day, multiple times per day, I asked The Lord to give Dave the same peace I was feeling. 

He was comforted by so many calls and texts from family, friends and colleagues who showed their utter disbelief he was let go, and offered their support for him. Still, he struggled with the why's and why nots that come with such a sudden life change that's out of our control.

A few days in, I was busy getting ready for the day, when all of a sudden The Lord gave me a thought. It was so clear to me right in that moment that everything we have is His. Everything! Our home, our children, our marriage, our income, and yes, even our jobs. Everything we have comes back to His provisions over us, as He supplies us with everything we need and some of the things we want along the way. So it occurred to me, if this job is God's, who has the power to steal it from Him?

No one has the power to steal anything from God! No human, and not even satan has the power or the authority to steal anything from The Creator of the universe, The Most High God! So if Dave's job wasn't stolen from him, as he was feeling at the time, then it must still be God's to do what He wants with, and in this case, He saw fit to remove Dave from it. 

I firmly believe if God removed Dave from a job he loved and was very good at doing, then He surely had something better planned for him, and he did. He was only unemployed for one month, and is now in a job he loves even more.

You may not have lost your job, but what about your family, or your peace? Your health may be suffering. Maybe you've lost a friend or a loved one, or a relationship that meant so much to you. Maybe your dreams haven't come true.  Maybe you're feeling cheated. So, if that is you tonight, ask yourself,  "Who can steal whatever you have lost from God?"  The answer is still no one. NO ONE, including the devil himself, has the authority to steal anything from The One Who created you, gave you a purpose and supplied you with everything you need to fulfill it. Sometimes He allows things to be moved out of your path to grow you, and to keep you on the journey He so carefully planned out just for you. That doesn't mean we won't feel pain in the process. It may be scary, and it may be hard. Trust Him anyway. It all belongs to Him. Walk in that peace today.

Deuteronomy 10:14 NIV

To the Lord your God belong the heavens, even the highest heavens, the earth and everything in it.

How to Make a Custom Farmhouse Sign for $30!

I had been wanting an old metal sign for my kitchen for some time, but I just couldn't find the right thing without paying a fortune to get it! So, that's when I started thinking about how I could make my own faux vintage metal sign for a lot less money!

You don't have to be particularly artistic to create this type of sign, but it does require patience and time. It's a step-by-step process, and it took me about 5 hours altogether from start to finish. You could speed up the process by using a Cricut for your lettering, but I wanted the authentic feel of an old painted sign. That, and I don't have a Cricut!😁

I went to Lowe's in search of materials. The first thing I looked for was the sheet metal, of course. I found this 24" x 30" sturdy sheet of galvanized metal for $23.48, and I thought it would be perfect! (There was another, much thinner, sheet for a little over $11.00, but it just seemed too flimsy for a sign.)

The edges of the sheet of metal were razor sharp, so I thought I should "cap" it with something for safety so I didn't end up spending my DIY savings on an urgent care visit 😉! I pilfered around Lowe's, looking through different trim options in several departments until I found this vinyl wall paneling moulding. It was $3.28 for an 8 foot piece. Since I would need 108" of trim to surround the edges, I had to buy two. Since I was planning on painting my sign white, the trim wouldn't have to be painted, but if your sign will be a different color, I would assume you could paint it any color you want. 

I used paint I already had on hand, so I didn't have any expense on paint. A can of spray paint runs around $5-6, and craft paint for lettering is usually less than $2 a bottle. One bottle did mine with some leftover. Your paint expense will vary, depending on how many different colors you need. Remember, though, if you're doing a more rustic look, cheaper is better! You want it to be more chippy and sketchy!

This trim is super easy to cut. I used a utility knife and a speed square to cut the 45° angle I needed. Once you get it scored, you can bend it and snap it. The easiest way to measure where to miter this trim is to slip it onto your sign and mark the inside corners with a pencil. The first cut I made was a true measurement of the bottom edge, which was 30", but I forgot that measurement would change once the trim slipped into the metal. That recession made about a 1/2 inch difference, so I had to cut more off.

Now that my trim pieces are cut and ready, it's time to start on the sign! Before I painted the background color on my sign, I wanted to create some rusty spots to give my sign some age. I used brown spray paint and randomly splotched paint here and there, and then immediately sprinkled cinnamon onto the wet paint splotches. I concentrated mostly around the edges, because I felt like an actual rusty sign should have more wear around the edges.

 You can't really tell from the pictures, but once the brown paint and cinnamon dried, I dabbed a little vaseline here and there over my rust spots. This will result in some authentic-looking chips after you spray paint.

I just used regular old spray paint and painted my sign white. If you want, you could primer before you do the rust or paint, but I wanted it to look chippy and worn, so I opted to paint right over the metal so it would not be so perfect. 

As you can see, the paint doesn't stick well where the heavier patches of cinnamon are, so it lets the rust effect show. While the paint was still tacky, I stood above the sign and sifted a little cinnamon through my fingers and let it dust over the tacky paint. After that, I stood the sign up and tapped it on the ground to shake off the loose cinnamon, and in the process it created some authentic-looking rust stains! 

Once the paint is dry (about 15-20 minutes), you can carefully wipe the places you applied vaseline with a dry towel and you'll see some wonderful old chips that expose the rust underneath the paint! 

While I was waiting on the paint to dry, I went to my laptop and created my design. I obviously already had a general idea, but I searched the internet and found several different things I liked. I used bits and pieces of random signs to create my own thing. Once I laid everything out on my computer, I printed it out in 8.5 x 10.5 sections and then taped it all together to make a template that was the size of my metal.

I then taped the template squarely onto my sheet metal and used a ball point pen to trace it out. You have to bear down fairly hard, but doing this will leave an indention in the soft paint underneath. Just be sure not to move your template! 

Once your design is traced out onto your metal, you are ready to paint! I used a paint pen to outline my lettering and to do the finer letters at the bottom, but then I filled it all in with a flat brush and acrylic craft paint. I would suggest that you not use your best artist brushes..I ruined one of my good ones because the roughness of the cinnamon feathered out the bristles on my brush 😞.

Once the lettering paint was dry, I put a little white paint on a chunk of wood and scratched it over the letters to transfer some white back over the letters so it looks like the black lettering is weathered. You could also just lightly sand it, but I was afraid I would sand off my rust stains so block aging worked best for this project 

Now that your lettering and design are done, it's time to attach those pieces of trim! I just used gorilla glue that I squirted into the channel of the side I was attaching and stuck it on. I filled in the corners where the trim comes together with some white caulk since they weren't perfectly cut with my utility knife. Then I created some more rust here and there onto the trim to make it match the sign. My husband soldered some picture hangers onto the back and it was ready to hang!

I'm pretty excited about how it turned out! It looks like it's 100 years old!

I was so inspired by my sign that I baked homemade cinnamon rolls today. I mean, I had to have something to put in that cake box to pull my theme together!

I hope you enjoy making your own custom sign! Leave any questions in the comments and I'll do my best to help you make it happen!

A Flash of Time

 

My siblings and I went through a huge box of family pictures last night. It is sad to look back at how everyone has changed, how some are no longer here with us and how fast time has gone by, but at the same time it is so sweet to look back to see the blessings you sometimes couldn't see at the time, and to see how far The Lord has brought us since some of those pictures were taken. It was especially fascinating to look at photos of great grandparents, great-great grandparents and even distant cousins, aunts and uncles and see physical features in them that carry on through us today! It is such a blessing to have those generations of family photos.

I woke up this morning thinking about how those pictures represent a moment in time. Some of our family photos were from the 1800s where having a picture taken at all was a big deal, and I thought about how they wouldn't have imagined me sitting here today, all these years in the future, looking at them in that photo and taking a picture of their photo with my phone! I loved studying their faces, bodies and hands, looking for a glimpse of me, my brothers and sister, and even my own children in them all these generations later. 

Of course, we also found many pictures of ourselves as babies and children. My mom had the typical 70s era hairstyles and clothing, and our home decor completed the look. My grandparents, who I thought were ancient at the time, were only in their late 30s! We were celebrating the Christmases, birthdays and family occasions that we didn't even know at the time would remain so special in our hearts. Some of the photos were just regular old days, sitting on Dad's lap or watching Mom cook breakfast as she turned toward the camera with a spatula in her hand, posed like she is going to get Dad for taking an early morning picture of her without her makeup!

Those old pictures tell our story as a family.  Looking back at our family photos takes our minds back to an entire era of time, to the core of who we are today. They take us back to a simpler life, a time before we knew what hurts and disappointments lie ahead, and a time before the ones we love were taken from us. They take us back before harsh words were spoken that we can't forget, and before decisions were made that can't be reversed. 

Literally, each snapshot is only a split-second of our lives captured on film. Those moments in time were so much more important than we could have ever known at the time. They were the moments we will long to return to the rest of our lives, the moments we took for granted that are so valuable now. They are the moments that will describe to our future generations who we were, where we came from and how we lived.

Photos don't freeze time, as some describe. They freeze what life looked like that exact moment, but time moves on as soon as the flash disappears. Choose your words carefully. Love while you can. Embrace those differences in each other..they come from a long line of plans for who each of us are supposed to be. Spend time together while you have those you love, because that next moment just after the picture is snapped could look entirely different, as it will inevitably be one day. And don't forget to take pictures. Lots and lots of pictures.

Proverbs 17:6 (NIV)

Children’s children are a crown to the aged, and parents are the pride of their children.

Psalm 127:3

Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him.

The Day that Changed Us

This is a picture of the day that changed my life. I remember that day well. In fact, just a few years ago, I went into my childhood home where, like watching a scene from an old video reel, I remembered seeing the look on my mom's face as she took the call from the wall phone in the kitchen doorway. Someone from the bakery called to say my dad had been in a wreck. I was 9 years old at the time, so I didn't really totally understand what was going on, but I knew whatever it was, it was bad.  I just remember asking Mom,  "Did Dad die?"

My dad left for work that morning and didn't come home for months. He left that morning able to mow the yard, play ball with us, push us on the swings, all the normal things dads do. By the time he came home several months later, it was just a day-to-day struggle to survive. 

The newspaper writer said in the article that Dad was expected to make a full recovery. What he didn't know was the life long implications of the injuries he sustained. He had a broken back, 7 broken ribs, a collapsed lung, broken nose, and his left leg was crushed into fragments from mid-thigh to below the knee. I remember when they talked about putting dad in a full body cast because his injuries were so vast. Thankfully, they were able to treat him without that being the case. 

I remember feeling so sad for him when I went in to see him and saw his leg hanging from the metal contraption they had hanging from the ceiling. He had rods going through the bones in his leg that were connected by rods on the outside that were holding his leg up in traction. My dad was naturally a slender man, but during that time he became gaunt and frail, much more than his normal 39 year old self had ever been. 

Those first few days were only the beginning of how the wreck would change the course of the rest of all of our lives. Over the following years, dad would have nearly 30 pulmonary embolisms and commonly dealt with blood clots throughout his body due to poor circulation from his injuries. In one of his numerous surgeries after the wreck, he had a stimulator implanted into his back to control chronic pain and that metal box was there for the rest of his life. They removed much of the bone fragments in his left leg and fused what remained together. That shortened his left leg by 2 and 1/2 inches, which resulted and a severe limp. Over the years, his spine curved to compensate. 

Eventually the circulation issues led to 5 heart attacks and a stroke. Even in the last couple of years of his life he fought cellulitis in his left leg that was difficult to heal because of the lack of circulation. His left foot stayed swollen and sore most of the time.

Although dad suffered the rest of his life due to the impact of that day, so did the rest of the family. I remember many calls where Mom got up in the middle of the night to run to the hospital because Dad had fallen into a critical state again. Some of those nights, we had to go along because Mom was afraid she might not be back for a while. 

We practically grew up in hospital waiting rooms, eating out of the vending machines and mining for lost coins underneath the machines and in the coin return slots was what we did for fun!  We slept many nights on the vinyl and metal chairs in the waiting room at Indian Path Hospital and then went to school the next morning. I was often tardy or even absent from school altogether, putting me behind on my schoolwork a lot of the time. I missed 19 days of school that year.

All of those things are part of who I am today. With regular hospital stays, visits to Duke for specialized treatment and Mom having to tend to Dad when he was home in between events, we all learned very quickly that it wasn't about us. We learned to do for ourselves and to depend on each other. We managed our own homework, and all of us actually got good grades despite the rollercoaster we were on most days. We learned to cook our own meals too. We learned humility as we punched our free lunch card in the school cafeteria line due to Dad no longer being able to work. We learned to do without a lot during those days. Expensive name brands and having the latest/greatest still doesn't impress me to this day!

We definitely had more stress than children should have to go through, but that fateful day changed a lot of things for the good for us as well. What a lot of people didn't know at the time was, when my dad wrecked, he and Mom were in the process of a divorce. Dad had moved out, and the paperwork to finalize things would have come up in only a few days. This is where I can't help but think of the phrase I have so often heard: "But God."

Even through all the hard times, God was giving us the blessing of a simple life. As we all became comfortable with our new normal, we had many blessings that most kids will never experience. My dad was home when we got off the school bus in the afternoons. When he was able to cook, he cooked a southern feast of soup beans, cornbread, fried potatoes and homemade pineapple upside-down cake for dessert! We sat outside, swinging in the porch swing in the evenings. A few times when Mom was at the beauty shop, he played Atari with us, scrambling to get up and move before Mom caught him when she pulled into the garage! He sang with us songs I will never, ever forget. Froggy Went A-Courtin' and Let Us Have a Little Talk with Jesus were a couple of his favorites. We watched Little House on the Prairie, The Waltons, The Jeffersons and Gunsmoke while Dad popped popcorn in the fireplace. We had homemade Easter baskets every year, and stockings filled with candy and fruit. We always had a watermelon, Dad's favorite, on the 4th of July. We were never short on laughter when Dad was around with his quick wit and sense of humor.

As tragic as my dad's wreck was, that day had a powerful impact on our futures from then on. I often find myself thinking back to that day, wondering how different life would have been had it not happened. My parents would have likely been divorced, as young as they were would have probably remarried, and I would have had an entirely different life. One thing I know for sure: Mom and Dad deeply loved each other. As I watched my parents' dying days unravel, one thing that carried us all through was the knowledge of how deeply they loved and needed each other. 

I have always been aware that I think differently than a lot of people. A big part of my mindset was shaped that day. Even as a small child, I became acutely aware of how short life is, and how fast it can change. It taught me to never take a second for granted and to always try to treat people as though it might be the last time you see them, because you never know when that person walks out the door if that will be the last time you'll see them. It made me extremely loyal to those I love, and it made me learn to put their needs before my own. 

Those tough years, with Mom and Dad's marital problems before the wreck and Dad's health problems after, made me savor the "good days"-the days with no fussing and fighting and no pain and suffering- and soak them in, a feeling I still crave today. Just normal, ordinary days that are more precious than anything money can ever buy. That's all I needed then and that's all I strive for today- a simple life full of true blessings, the ones you can see so clearly when they are nearly taken away. What a wonderful thing it would be if we could understand that without the pain of the lesson first.

Article printed in the Bristol Herald Courier

Article printed in the Kingsport Times News

   Some homemade cards I made for Dad

Just off the plane, returning from another procedure at Duke

Dad arriving at Tri-Cities Airport  from Duke. The box attached to his belt was the control to the stimulator they implanted into his back

End Times and My Revelation

I don't think I taught my kids about the last days.

I know I talked to them constantly about God's will for their lives, and how God has plans for them, sometimes in the most unusual ways. I know I talked to them about how to spend their money wisely, and how to be a good steward of their gifts and resources. I talked to them about being generous to someone in need. I taught them to work as though unto The Lord. I know I told them to follow their convictions and to recognize the still voice of The Lord.

I know I taught them to be honest, no matter the cost, and I talked to them about how God knows everything about them, even if I don't. I know I discussed with them how to honor God by how they present themselves, by their character. I know I taught them to love others more than they love themselves. I taught them about spiritual warfare, and how the devil works to destroy us, but God is our refuge.

I know I talked to them about how to be a good husband and father someday. I taught them they need to be servants and helpers. I know I taught them to pray and seek God in all things, even the little stuff. I know I talked to them continuously about all these things, so much so that they got tired of hearing it.

But I am sitting here tonight wondering...did I teach them about the last days?

I'm so afraid I didn't. I'm sure they learned some in Sunday School lessons. I know they must have picked up some of our conversations with friends or family over the years when we discussed world events and watching how things were lining up as the Bible said they would. They watched many times as our church performed Easter dramas depicting the death and return of Our Lord. Still, I'm afraid I failed them in teaching them to look for the signs and to really realize that Jesus is returning soon, likely in their lifetime, I believe.

I'm not sure why I never really thought to discuss Jesus's return fully with them. Maybe it was just too scary for kids to know about all that had to happen before He returns. Maybe I was so sure of each of their salvation experiences that I figured they won't be here for the really scary stuff during the tribulation. I'm just not really sure why it never came up, but I just don't remember that it did.

As I have watched the rioting and destruction on television this week, I can't help but wonder how much more defiance God is going to tolerate. How much more hurt can the world endure? I truly believe we are seeing the birthing pains the Bible refers to right before our eyes.

Matthew 24:4-14

Jesus answered: “Watch out that no one deceives you. For many will come in my name, claiming, ‘I am the Messiah,’ and will deceive many. You will hear of wars and rumors of wars, but see to it that you are not alarmed. Such things must happen, but the end is still to come. Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. There will be famines and earthquakes in various places. All these are the beginning of birth pains."

“Then you will be handed over to be persecuted and put to death, and you will be hated by all nations because of me. At that time many will turn away from the faith and will betray and hate each other, and many false prophets will appear and deceive many people. Because of the increase of wickedness, the love of most will grow cold, but the one who stands firm to the end will be saved. And this gospel of the kingdom will be preached in the whole world as a testimony to all nations, and then the end will come."

2 Timothy 3 (NIV)

But mark this: There will be terrible times in the last days. People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy,  without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God— having a form of godliness but denying its power. Have nothing to do with such people.


I have never seen as much upheaval in the world as we are seeing now, not just the violence that's happening among people, but also the natural disasters that seem to come closer together with each event, along with the plague of Coronavirus we are currently experiencing.

I hope my grown kids read this, and I hope they will seek answers on their own. I pray that they are sure they are ready when Jesus comes. I hope they will forgive me for not fully preparing them for whatever is to come, even if it happens 50 years from now when they are old men. I hope they will know how important it will be to one day make sure their own kids know these truths I failed to teach them. I pray that when The Lord comes back to rapture us they are sure that their names are written in the Lambs Book of Life, that they are certain they are saved in that moment. I pray they are looking up and are ready, awaiting to meet our Savior on that glorious day.

Titanium Heart

My heart was broken recently. Actually, my heart has been broken many times over the years.

I don't really consider myself an overly sensitive person. I'm not easily hurt, nor am I easily offended. I tend to think with logic over emotions. I try to give people the benefit of the doubt before I react to them. I'm tough, and I have endured more than my share of heartaches and have come out stronger for each of them. I've grown and matured through the tough times way more than I ever have through the easiest of times. Yet still, I have feelings, and they are deep..I would venture to say, deeper than most people feel. I think because I am relatively resilient, when I do get hurt I get deeply hurt.

I got to thinking this week about my friend Danny. He was in a motorcycle accident a few years ago and was seriously injured. We really weren't sure if he would ever be the same, but by the grace of The Good Lord, he eventually came back home good as new!

One of the injuries Danny suffered was a broken femur. To repair it, the surgeon put in a titanium rod. Titanium is one of the strongest metals there is, and it has many other advantages when used to repair our broken parts. For example, it's not corrosive, and it is lightweight. Can you imagine a rusty peice of tin holding your leg together? Or your leg weighing a couple of pounds more than it did before? I'm pretty sure if you have to have surgery to repair a broken bone, you are going to want titanium before any other material!

It crossed my mind today that life would be much easier if we could have our hearts replaced with a titanium heart. How great it would be to have a heart that is so strong that we don't feel the fiery darts the devil constantly bombards us with! For our hearts to always feel lightweight, and not burdened with the hurts and disappointments of this world. To have a heart that is unbreakable... seems like a wonderful thing!

God's word, however, leads us to avoid having a titanium heart. He wants us to instead have a heart of gold! Gold, in opposition to titanium, is soft. It's also pliable, and can be reshaped fairly easily. Gold can be turned into liquid, but the amazing part of that is that even in it's weakest form, it is still gold! It can't ever be destroyed! Even though titanium, the stronger metal of the two, can be destroyed under the right chemicals and elements, gold is virtually indestructible. It may change into tiny bits under pressure, but it's still gold and will be forever!

So, in contemplating having a titanium heart transplant this morning, I was instead reminded of God's heart of gold for me, and I know He expects me to have a heart of gold for others. It doesn't mean my gold heart won't be tested. It will certainly be refined from time to time. It will be melted here and there, and reshaped as time goes, but it will never be destroyed. As gold lives on forever, I hope my heart will too.

Proverbs 17:3 (NIV)
The crucible for silver and the furnace for gold,  but the Lord tests the heart

Ezekiel 36:26 (NIV)
I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.