Liz's Letters

It has been nearly a month since I posted a blog post. My thoughts about this blog have changed drastically since it began. I just don't have that much to say. I started blogging because I moved from the east coast to the big state of Texas...and I had friends there who I thought might read my blog to discover what life was like since the move. Then I discovered the power of internet and later found that I didn't really enjoy so many people reading my blog. (this was after I thought it was cool) I have met some people that I would consider friends as a result of blogging and that has been pretty cool. But, blogging just doesn't hold the same pleasure it once did. hmmm. Just thinking - aloud - about the direction of Liz's Letters.

In loving memory of Rusty April 18, 1996 - June 2, 2011 We will miss you our loyal friend. You were the very, very best.

Wordless Wednesday Fred and I went to the Jimmy Buffett concert on Saturday night. We had not planned on doing so, but when we went to the gym on Saturday morning, there was a guy in my cycle class who had tickets that he won and could not use. But... we could! So off we went to enjoy the evening. Here are some photos of our fun time! Ready to Go! A little tail-gating before the concert. What is a tail-gate party without new friends? We enjoyed getting to know our neighbors. Let the show begin. Fun times!

Pages in the story of my life turn every day, every minute every day. And every so often, a chapter is closed. Sometimes I rejoice at the end of a chapter, glad that it is over and other times, I feel sad. Sunday night, a chapter closed and I spent my last evening as Home Group leader to a group of women who have become very special to me - some over several years and some over just a short period of time. It is difficult for me to look back and determine the exact start of this chapter, but I recall vividly the story that God wrote on my heart as I lived it. And it will remain one of my favorite chapters, loved and cherished like a favorite book - one you hang on to forever, read over and over again, and lovingly caress when you run across it on the shelf. It is a story of a question and an answer. A prayer and God's plan. Fear and courage, anger and forgiveness, uncertainty and enlightenment and most importantly God's amazing grace. And even though I know the story is no...

My children, two of whom are now grown and one almost finished with High School, rarely answered the question, "How was school today?" with any sort of satisfactory answer. It was always, "Fine" or "Boring" or "The same..." - you get the picture. So, somewhere along the way, someone suggested to me that instead of asking, "How was school today?" I ask, "What did you learn in school today?" Wow! What a difference that made. (sometimes) It was a way of transforming the question, to get to the answer that would really help me understand what was (sort of) going on with my kids. Now, I find myself asking ME that question, but with a twist. What did I learn today? or What did I learn from that? Today, I feel like I have learned a lot. I have learned that even though I think I know something, I still need to be reminded. Especially when it comes to things about God - and myself - and obedience. And I learned that I might think...

Ran across this tidbit recently... LOVE it but wish I have lived it for all my life Don't do something permanently stupid just because you are temporarily upset.

I spent an hour rambling to a friend, one that I trust to hear the unedited and not judge. She listened, so patient. Like a rush of water my thoughts poured from my mouth as if they had been frozen and thawed by the warmth of the sun. Gratitude surrounds me- she was there to sift the important from the unimportant as I heard myself let go of what I hold onto but is not mine to hold. I see the tracks where they have passed by here...he? she? and I wonder why? Why does he watch, quietly as if I cannot see him behind the silence. But the traces are there and I know. I wonder. I worry. Is the anger still there? The fear? Why does he come by here? Does he care or does he hate? My God stirs in me the searching of my own decisions, looking deep into why I care. But I love. I forgive. I want desperately to know but I breath in and out to release that I may never know. I give up, I surrender. There is no fight, no anger, no revenge, nothing left but God. Love. And I know... my God has ...