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Cheryl Mendoza

How He speaks to me…..Or… can't He just call my cell when He wants to talk?

Ready to be fed….

So when I hear the same things from different sources in a short amount of time, it unknowncatches my attention.  It happened again this Sunday as I sat in service listening to my pastor.  Like right off the top of my head, I cannot tell you what he was talking about?  I know….that sounded really bad.   What I do remember though is a phrase he used, “Don’t be spoon fed the gospel”.  I got all excited because that is a foundation of my faith journey.  I heard it in 2009, when I went to a women’s conference and heard the speaker, Priscilla Shirer, say it.  I thought about it, and knew that it was important to not only remember it, but to implement it.

What has it meant to me over these years?  Well, it was something that I bought into.  If I wanted to get to know Jesus better, it was in my power to do so.  I didn’t have to go into a church building, listen to someone with a seminary degree or have it told to me.  Now do I go to church and listen to seminary trained pastors?  Yes, of course I do!   I find though that God speaks clearest to me, through my own willingness to seek Him out.

It was pretty fun to hear that in service, and when I got home I pulled out the program from the conference I had attended.  I don’t typically keep that much stuff, but like I said it really made an impact on how I live, so I had put it away.  She had used the story of Jonah for her talk, and I can remember being thankful for Jonah and the second chances that God gives each of us.

images.jpegIt was pretty funny then on Monday when I got a text from my friend, about our bible study group.  It said that we were doing a new study on Jonah, and sure enough, it was by the speaker from so long ago.   No, I don’t believe in coincidence, but I do believe in a God who cares enough about me to speak in a way that I will hear Him.  Ok Lord I get it, I am listening, and I can’t wait to hear what you have to say!

A little perspective

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My Yosemite perspective

Perspective.  I would love to go into all the cool things that got me here, but I am unable to.  I am fighting a cold (still) and now a headache (again).  So this gets to be short and sweet.  Why not wait till I feel better to expound on this very timely subject?  Well, because I was actually feeling better, and now I am not.  If I put it off any longer, I get this feeling that it will never get written.  Is it that important?  I am not sure for you, but I know it is for me.

What have I learned about perspective in the past few weeks?  Well some people can look at the same situation and have very different visions of what they see.  It all comes down to perspective.  So many things go into how a person perceives life, the values they were taught, the experiences they have had and their own chemical make-up.  And sure as the day is long, none of us have the exact same perspective on everything.  As frustrating as it is, that is how God made us, so that means it is good.

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My hubby’s perspective

I am not sure what the next year will bring, but I know one thing I want to do.  I want to withhold my judgement (for lack of a better word) and listen.  I know my perspective, but I want to be willing to listen to yours.   I still might not agree with you, but by listening, I hope to find the common ground that we do share.  It’s there, I know it.  And I hope in this next year we all try to take the time to find it

Good News, Great Joy, All People!

images-2.jpegSo to make a long story short, I have a bit of a new purpose statement for this new year.  It really kind of came to me a little before Christmas, and it seemed to make an impression for multiple reasons.  I actually could not get away from it because it is a bible verse that is part of the traditional Christmas story.  Wow…this short story seems to be getting longer by the minute!

But the angel reassured them.  “Don’t be afraid!” he said.  “I bring you good news that will bring great joy to all people”.  Luke 2:10

I was looking for a verse to make some wall art, and this one popped onto my radar.  I knew it would be awesome, so I would use “Glad Tidings, Great Joy” on a picture.  It is actually one of my favorite verses out of the Christmas story, because of a church production that I was in many moons ago.  One of the children said the line, like sixteen times, over the two weeks that the show ran. “I bring you glad tidings of great joy!”  Every time he said that part, we laughed.  The way he emphasized the words was so …joyful!  To this day, the memory still makes me happy.

This time though, I was struck by a different note in the verse.  It was the end that seemed to jump off the page and stick in my mind. I totally remember the “glad tidings and great joy” part, but I didn’t remember hearing the “all people”? At that point, I was thinking that something important was missing from my project.  The “all people” was not something that I felt could be left off the photo.

images.pngWhy?  Well maybe it was a reaction to this whole year of anger, fear, with so much talking and not enough loving.  In this past year of election noise, I wondered if that proclamation of “good news” was clearly heard?  Did I see “great joy” when I looked in the mirror?  Or in the church pews?  And were “all people” able to hear and see those things?  We may have thought so, but in watching and listening, I really wasn’t so sure?

Continue reading “Good News, Great Joy, All People!”

New Year…still speaking

images-1So today is January 4th and an old blog post showed up from 2014 on my FB feed.  You know, one of those things they bring up every once in a while that you can share?   I never get my old posts coming up like that, so I decided to read it and see what my thoughts were back then.  As I opened and read the post, I knew it was what I was supposed to read this morning.

I was actually reading a little bit this morning on a very popular Christian blogger/author who is taking some hits recently.  I had been reading someone’s critique of her, and I really had to disagree with him on a point.  Why?  It was because I felt he was splitting hairs over semantics.  What was it about?  Well it was about how God speaks to us.

Since that is pretty much the reason I write, I immediately took notice.  Now his premise was that God has said everything He was going to say in the bible, and I agree with that.  He also said that looking anywhere else for God’s voice was wrong.   Well, I don’t go looking for God’s voice necessarily, but I seem to hear him throughout my day, and it may start with anything.  Reading my bible, a sermon, a prayer or something that I witnessed in my everyday life.  It could come from TV, a movie or something that is happening around me.  It typically doesn’t stop there, as these things come in waves.  I will then hear that same message again from various sources, and when I see that, I start to listen.  Then I start to ask God to clarify what I am hearing.  Is that God speaking to me?  Yes!  I believe so.

Is it something that will contradict scripture?  It never has.  Is it some kind of new revelation?  NO.  It is typically the same old reminders to be who He has called me to be.  They are usually the reminders of His presence, His care for me and further encouragement to finally do the things I already know I should do.   So this morning along with this post I have included the previous posting. Continue reading “New Year…still speaking”

Lost on SR155

So it is Saturday, and that means my hubby wants to practice with his new camera.  The thing about that is, he always wants me to go with him.  He was disappointed this morning, since I had an appointment at 9:00 and that means any day trip wouldn’t start till after 10:00.  We are kind of a get up at the crack of dawn and miss the traffic kind of travelers, so waiting till that late in the morning was hard for him.  I think I made it up to him though, as I got us a bit lost which gave us a bit more of an adventure.

We were supposed to be heading to the Tule Elk State Nature Reserve, but I got it mixed up and we ended up at the Kern National Wildlife Refuge.

The place where we wound up was closed, can you imagine?  It was only open for the duck hunters, which is not the kind of shooting we do.  We made a note to come back, especially when a big hawk flew over us moving from a tree to a telephone pole.  It was amazing!

So I attached a few pictures.  Since I had steered us wrong, I knew I had to make it up to him.  So I told him he could drive, and he did.  We wound up going into the foothills on SR155.  We saw blue sky, the small town (?) of Woody, beautiful green valleys and cowboys.  It was a wonderful day.  We now know a great route to drive for some beautiful scenery and two places that we will visit in the future.  More places to explore, and more pictures to take. dsc_0914

 

Christmas traditions….

So I was a little sad on Sunday night.  My hubby’s cousin is a music pastor, and they were having the last performance of their annual Christmas program.  It brought back memories of previous years, and the annual tradition of Round the Table Carol Sing.

That was the name of the Christmas program at our previous church.   It was a huge undertaking of music, drama, sets, and a whole lot of Burnt Almond Cake.  There was a contemporary story, that was mixed in with a retelling of the story of Jesus birth.  What I remember most about Carol Sing was the reaction of those who came to watch.  They were always amazed by all of the surrounding sets, lighting and costumes.  It was pretty over the top!  I was privileged to be a part of it for a couple of years.  Nothing special, just a part of the choir, except for that one year when I played a Santa Baby.  My hubby still enjoys that hazy memory.  It was such a wonderful experience.  Why?  Well, to be a part of something that brought so much joy to people was exciting.  It was something that I could not do alone, but with God and a whole group of people, amazing things happen.

So as I was putting silverware on tables at the Lemoore Christmas Community dinner, I teared up a little.  I was just feeling a little homesick.  Nostalgic.  Well since I am not a pretty crier, I quickly got myself under control and got back to work.  I was an Elf after all, and nobody likes a sad elf.  So my duties for the evening would be to help facilitate the craft and presents at a couple of tables.  Greet the families and just help to ensure that they were having a good time.  After I gave my new friends a general idea of what would happen during the evening; dinner/presents/raffles/pictures, we just started having a fun together.  Talking, laughing and teasing each other.   The kids enjoyed making their ornament and who doesn’t love some cake after dinner.

I made some extra special friends at one table.  I had some bells that I had put on ribbons a couple of years ago, and they had been hanging on my tree each year.  Before I left home, I had grabbed them and put them on my wrist.  There is nothing better than walking around jingling, much to my hubby’s dismay. Anyway, at one point during the evening, one of the girls said she liked them.  So I took them off, separated the strings and gave one to each girl.  I was very happy that I had three, how perfect was that!  I now have friends for life.

The organizers made sure that those who attended were lavished with care, food, pictures and then there was more.  They were shocked, then excited and then they were delighted by each new surprise.  At one table a fifteen year old young sat with his family.  He was a happy guy.  Those were his words, not mine.   He seemed truly impressed by everyone’s generosity and gave me a big hug before they left.  I have never met him before and may never see him again, but I will remember the look in his eyes for the rest of my life.  Their table did not open the presents they were given, so I told him that I hoped the present would be good.  I stood with his mom as they pulled tickets for the raffle, hoping she would win that gift card to Payless.   Funny how excited you can get for someone else when you are not in the raffle yourself.

One of the boys at the other table was excited.  He whispered that he had peeked into the package and the present inside was good.  Then I was excited too!  We laughed together, and I was so relieved that he was going to like what he received.

Aimg_4538s the night ended I could not believe what an amazing time I’d had.   It was then That I remembered Carol Sing.  It was that same type of feeling.  The one that comes when so many people come together and do a great work, that none of them could have done alone.  When they let generosity, hope and grace flow from God through them.  So many presents, so much food, so much time and so many people!   Those who organized this event not only provided a meal and presents, they gave those who attended a night where they were treated as honored guests.

And as for me?  Next year, no more tears.  I am excited to say that I have a new Christmas tradition.

Darkness and light

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I am more of a sunshine type of girl, but now we are in December, and I marvel at how dark it gets. Even now as I look out the window, there are storm clouds in the sky with patches of the dark sky showing through. The clouds, sky and even the trees in my yard are all shades of black and gray. Cold, dark and somewhat ominous. In the clouds there is a promise of storms, but also of life giving rain. There is also a reflection in my window, it is the Christmas tree with it’s pure white lights. A distinct contrast to the darkness outside.

I thank God today for the birth of His Son, and for the work that would take 32 years to accomplish on earth. I am thankful on that day so long ago…that the work was already done. That there was nothing in heaven or earth to stop the blessing that would come forth.

I also thank God that, even though we may not know the exact day of His birth, we celebrate it in winter. At the time of year that truly reflects our fallen state; darkness, cold and separation. Against this backdrop we contrast the light of the world.  Where He is truly reflected for who He is. Light, peace and above all hope.

**This was something that I wrote a couple of years ago, but it came back to me as I was looking at this picture.  The day was a combination of shadows and light.  It was warm in the light, but very cold when you stepped into the dark shadows.  I had cropped this picture to get some of the light out of it, so that I could have a uniform look.   I was not totally successful, as you will see that there is just a hint of sunshine in the left hand corner.

Yosemite

Last Saturday we ran over to the coast and explored the area between Cambria and Morro Bay.  This Saturday we headed to Yosemite.  There was no rain, and the weather was sunny with plenty of SNOW on  the valley floor.  Since I am a big chicken, it took some cajoling and prayer for me to go this morning, I hate mountain driving, and I am so glad I did!!  We got some great pictures, more so my hubby than me, and we enjoyed a wonderful day trip to one of the most beautiful places in the world!  I took a bunch of pictures of anything that caught my eye.

Some pictures show different textures, some showing the wintery conditions, and even got a shot of the elusive hubby tramping through the woods.

Plus that cute buck that ran up the mountain!

Could not have asked for a better day!!

Joy….or what math means to me

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So I woke up Sunday morning in a very bad mood.  I think it started with the dream I had right before waking up?  I had dreamt a lot, but the part I remember most was when my head was chopped off.   Horrible, huh?  So as I laid there, I tried to think of why I would dream something like that?  I mean, I kind of use that analogy a lot.  You know the one, “sticking my neck out.”  Was it a premonition for the day?

I did not waste too much time though as I had to get to church.  My hubby knew I was not OK as soon as I got up, but because I didn’t know what was wrong, he didn’t know how to help.  So I got ready and went to church.  I was there to help some students put on the bible skit for the preschool class.  There is a script with a narrator, and then a couple more act out what is going on in the story.   So as the youth were doing a quick run through, we started to have a little fun.  One of the girls was hungry, and at one point in the story the people are hungry.  When she had to deliver her line, we all started laughing as she emphasized her great hunger.  She went a little overboard, but that is what made it fun.

So as we waited for the kids to finish their circle time, we quietly chatted offstage.  They asked me what I was doing, because I was attending to some last minute props.  Part of our story was of God providing manna in the wilderness for the Children of Israel.  I was taking some white tissue paper and tearing it into small pieces.  It was perfect, as I stood there one of the students asked “what is it?”  I then said…..exactly!  I love God’s sense of humor!  We stood there and I was able to tell her about manna.   How the word means “what is it,” that God provided this never before seen substance to feed His people, and how once they reached the promised land it was gone.  We were all talking, laughing and learning together.  That immediately reversed my mood.  I still wasn’t sure what was wrong with me, but serving with those students had given me something to counteract my grumpiness.  It wouldn’t be long before God showed me exactly what that “something” was.

It was then that I walked into service and got an earful about JOY.   Oh that was it.  Joy!  That is what I felt with those students, and that is what conquered my foul mood while I was with them.  I was not feeling joyful, and that was not a good place to be.  Why?  Well, it was something Pastor said that made me take notice.  He called JOY a safeguard.  It was then I remembered my math.

Holy Spirit + Me = peace, love, JOY, patience, goodness, kindness, gentleness, faithfulness and self-control.

I never liked math until God started using it to help me understand Him.  If JOY was not a part of what I was feeling, then I knew that something was wrong with my math.   If I did not have that JOY, I could definitely say that the Spirit was not in the equation.   So what would hinder the Spirit?

On went the brakes!   I had a problem and I needed to find an answer fast!   So I looked to where I knew my blessing would come from, and it did not take God long to show me what was the problem.  Right then and there I took care of it with Him.  Suffice it to say, it was my own pride that had to be dealt with.  Again!!  By the time service was out, I was ready to have a different kind of day.  I not only talked about it with God, but also with my husband.   God gave him to me to help keep me honest.  By the time I was done JOY was again in the forefront of my mind, a little more pride had been overcome and my head was still firmly attached.

 

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