Lost Letters

  There’s always been a running joke between my sister Tracey and I (and even Robin-God rest her soul) of who was Martha and which one of us was Mary. If you know either of us, even a tad, then you can definitely answer that question. We’ve joked about it for years and not intending to discount either one, because clearly Jesus loved them both, just as He loves us both. It’s just that we have different personalities, different traits, and different desires. Tracey has always been considered our Martha, if you’ve ever been blessed enough to have been invited to her home, an event, family dinner or Christmas or any holiday you know just how special she makes things. Every detail-decor, food, everything. Thank God she’s our Martha -otherwise we’d have some sad family gatherings. She’s busy, she’s intentional and her gift is hospitality. She makes vacations exceptional because she brings the kitchen sink -if you know what I mean. She will make you feel right at home as she scurries aro...

  Christmas time is always a time I consider Mary. I don’t worship her but most definitely revere her. Maybe it’s the woman in me, or maybe the mother in me that makes me consider all the things she may have considered, or pondered as the Bible says. To be as young as she was and to be as faithful as she was simply amazes me. Says so much about how she was being raised, probably by an extremely faithful mom and dad. I think about how she must’ve felt after the Angel of God visited her- I have to wonder if she didn’t giggle a little and be like me? Why me? How -I’m literally just a girl. Did she think am I crazy -was this actually a dream, am I losing it? But her faith!!! She may have questioned and wondered the whys and what for’s and how’s but she still said yes!!! She simply just said, “I am the Lords servant. May everything you have said about me come true.” And she praised her God through it. He didn’t given her too much to go on either. Just a visit from an angel with the expl...

  Monday morning, just a few weeks before Christmas and my list of to-do and to get done is long, but here I sit pondering, heart racing because God reveals when we seek. I’ve been doing an Advent reading that I found on IG. At first I was like this is strange readings for Advent, but daily I’m amazed. Today was Psalms 16. I flipped to it and had lots of notes jotted down beside it. First I’d written “Messianic Psalm” beside it then I’d written a different interpretation beside it as well. Think this was chapter that I was reading when I was trying to put down some boundaries when boundaries didn’t seem very Christ-like, another post for another day. Today, I pondered on David’s words and how his words literally pointed to Christ!!   Read this so many times but then when I read it in a place of Advent it just changes things. First, this chapter David wrote is just plain comforting.  “Lord, you are my inheritance, my cup of blessing. You guard all that is mine.” v.5 Then, ...

Tomorrow, Nov 17th, it’s been a year since you left, and “dang” what a year it’s been. If there’s ever been a year I needed some Laura Getch wisdom, encouragement, and wit-it has been this past year. While thinking about you so much with your home-going anniversary here- I realized I’m pretty ticked at you for several reasons, can’t flipping call and tell you so I write… • That white hoodie you borrowed from me the night Shane passed, you were always cold, even then, and had to have a sweatshirt, my hoodie. I remember just a few days after you saying, “ yea DeeDee, you’re not getting that hoodie back, that thing has the Holy Spirit all over it, I’m keeping it.” You got me at a weak moment and think I was like yea whatever. But now I want it back, I mean you don’t need it, you kept it cause Holy Spirit was “on it” and now you are literally smack dab in HIS presence. Thinking that white Holy Spirit hoodie is at Goodwillt and my friend is in the presence of Jesus, you don’t even need to f...

  I’ve thought about my thoughts for a few days, hope this makes some kind of sense.   If you know me then you know my feelings about the beach. I love experiencing Gods splendor in so many ways and to me the beach is just    one of the clearest    evidences of His wonder, His amazingness, His orchestration of the tiny and big details. I don’t have to be at the beach to be aware of this, it’s just being next to it emphasizes it for me. All of His creation is amazing to me, mountains, sunrises, sunsets, I’m so very aware of His glorious creation in the big and mundane,    even in my own backyard. For some reason I’m just drawn to the beach, my spirit seems to settle, I feel close to Him while there and it just seems alls right in the world.  Thursday, like most days I’m at the beach, I was walking and looking for shells. I’m always happy to find some perfect and imperfect shells, even found some rare sea glass. While I was right at the waters ...

 If I could have a  quick coffee with Mrs. Charlie Kirk. I’d give her a hug upon meeting, a stranger to another, but really a sister in Christ to another. A sister understanding a loss most do not understand. While embracing I bet we’d both start crying -because the pain and rawness for her is palpable and yet for me-not a still palpable but so felt and remembered. I’d first ask her about her children, because that’s what mamas do, worry about the children. Then I’d ask how she really was, how God is showing up because I know He is in big and small ways. I’d ask her about the peace she’s finding, because of the confidence in knowing where Charlie is and WHO he is with.   I’d tell her that I’m praying that any visuals or horrible images are already removed from her and her children’s minds. I’d tell her to pray that God will allow sweet memories to be stored up in her children’s minds so they can recollect later of their daddy. I’d reassure her that those prayers for me ha...