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Cheryl Mendoza

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

Looking for a little relief….

IMG_5982So this morning when I woke up, there were clouds in the sky and some relief from the oppressive heat.  While it will still reach 100 degrees today, compared to yesterday, it is a much needed breath of fresh air.  (OK it’s the valley…the air is never really “fresh”)   According to the weather reports, we have at least nine more days of triple digits, which makes today’s cool breeze only a brief respite.  So where am I now?  I am sitting outside while I can!  There is a slight breeze and the clouds are doing a good job of keeping those scorching rays at bay. As I sit here enjoying the little bit of heaven, it reminded me of a prayer that I had yesterday.

There is a gal at our church who is going through cancer treatments.  As I was thinking IMG_5981and praying for her, I just asked God to give her some normalcy.  Just a little something that day to remind her of what life would be like after her treatments were done.  Just a little relief from the pain and stress she is going through.  It was exciting for me to hear her post later that morning, that she had taken a small but encouraging step.  It was not the “end of the tunnel” for her, but just a bit of light to keep on going.

It was just a bit of relief.  Sometimes though, that is all we get.  It’s hard, because what we
really want is that breakthrough.  That resolution to our problem, illness, finances or situation.  What we get though most of the time, is just a little relief.  That little bit of calm encouragement, in whatever form it takes, that allows us to continue down the road we are on.

IMG_5979So if you’re walking that tough road, whatever it may be, look for those moments of relief.  Don’t miss them.  They are hope given to you today, that gives strength for the steps you will take tomorrow.

The humble will see their God at work and be glad.  Let all who seek God’s help be encouraged.  Psalm 69:32

Want Truth? Go to the source…

UnknownSome years ago I was at a conference listening to a Priscilla Shirer, who writes bible studies, books and speaks to encourage women.  I totally enjoyed her talk, but there was one point she made that became something that I try to live by.  She told the group of women, “don’t be spoon fed the gospel.”

Since then, I still listen to sermons on Sunday mornings, on podcasts and I am involved in bible studies with other women.  All of these I still consider being “spoon fed” information.  Yes, even the bible study books we do!  It is God’s word filtered through someone else’s lens.  So, to take her advice, I make sure that I spend time doing bible reading on my own and contemplating what it means in my own life. (Then typically writing about it)The great thing is that I can go to the source, the bible.  Now if you don’t believe in the bible, you may be like whatever, but wait!  Don’t leave me yet.  As a Christian, I should go to the source of my faith right?  So no one can take it and twist it to their own particular point of view.  That is what made sense to me a couple of years ago, and that is what makes sense to me now.  Well if it works for biblical history, I thought it makes sense for any kind of history.

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Less politics, more Jesus

“Less politics and more scholarship!  And don’t give so much of yourself to this cause.  Yours is scholarship-and one can never know what the future may bring politically.  You understand me-my advice places me in your hands, I wish you well.”   I Will Bear Witness by Victor Klemperer.

The advice from this German professor was something that caught my eye as I read his diary today.  The gentle advice to this woman, whom he said was “an adherent to the new regime,” was daring.  It was advice that I think makes sense for many of us today.  As soon as I read it though, my mind changed it up a bit.

Maybe for us, we could change it to “Less politics, and more Jesus!  And don’t give so much of yourself to this cause.  Yours is Jesus-and one can never know what the future may bring politically.”

Have we spent too much time on politics and not Jesus?  Sadly, I just have to think yes.  How else do Nazi’s have such a strong presence right now?

(The fact that I wrote that sentence tells me that something is very wrong with the world but more importantly that something is wrong with us in the church)

“We are all infected impure with sin.  When we display our righteous deeds, they are nothing but filthy rags.”  Isaiah 64:6

Adventure in progress….

images-2What happens when you focus so much on yourself and your own problems that you can’t see anything else?  I have gone through so many different emotions today.  I woke up and was feeling pretty down.  I am feeling some stress from the decisions I have made, and so I was trying to work out some of my feelings.  (wow….used the word feelings a lot) Maybe that was my problem this morning?  So many feelings, but so little perspective.

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Keeping it Real – Job

images-2Well I was spending some time with someone recently that I wasn’t particularly excited about.  You know…. It is one of those situations where you are going to have to hear their story again, and it is kind of heavy.  He had fallen on hard times, and had started questioning God.  Continue reading “Keeping it Real – Job”

A Study in Pink – Stevie

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So what happens when you have to play “lighting assistant” to your hubby?  Well you score another interview for A Study in Pink.  I kind of ambushed Stevie Allen when she was getting some location shots done for promotional use.  Mike has known her, along with the other assortment of Allen ladies for a while now, and I just met Stevie for the second time this last week.  Continue reading “A Study in Pink – Stevie”

A Study in Pink – Ericka

**While she is technically still on the path to her profession, I felt her story was worth telling.  For some of it is more of a journey to find our place than for others.

Ericka“It was my goal in life to be beautiful,” she told me.  Well my friend, I couldn’t help but think, you have reached your goal.  Ericka Vega is a buddy that I’ve known for a couple of years now, and I wondered what she was up to these days. I messaged her on FaceBook and invited myself over for an interrogation… I mean an interview.

We sat in her backyard and relaxed as we talked.  I asked her what work she was doing now and did I get an answer!  She started off by telling me about her Mr. Dave.  Years ago she started to clean his home a couple of times a month, for some extra income.  That all changed when his physical needs changed.  When he needed more of a caregiver, Ericka stepped up to the plate.  “God is pretty amazing,” she told me.  What started off as a cleaning job, had turned into much more for her.  Since she grew up without a dad, she feels blessed to have in Mr. Dave in her life as a bit of a father figure.  Now, she takes him to appointments at Stanford, and gets him out of the house.  She also is getting him involved in another area of her life, weight training. Continue reading “A Study in Pink – Ericka”

Book Review: I Didn’t Sign Up for This

So as I was reading John F. Westfall’s new release, I Didn’t Sign Up for This (Finding Hope When Everything is Going Wrong), I kept looking back at the cover to confirm I was reading a book about hope. If you are in the midst of a tough situation, I am not sure this is the book for you. It is not a quick shot of that “instant relief” type of hope for those in the midst of the storm, but more like lessons to be reflected on and tucked away for future use. The author takes both scripture, along with a lifetime of experiences and connects them to their effect on hope. It is not a simple equation where A + B = HOPE, but more like a recipe where all the ingredients combine to make the environment for hope possible.

 

Of dreams and dementia

Unknown-1 8.24.34 PMI once had a dream where I was swinging a baseball bat.  The problem?  I wasn’t playing baseball.  I was swinging away at things (I’m not even sure what?)  just smashing objects at will.  When I woke up and remembered my dream, I could still recall the anger and frustration I had felt.  It was really weird to see myself that frustrated, even if it was in a dream.  It was a bit scary to realize that this anger and frustration was buried in my sub conscious.  Like I said, the first time I had the dream, I was dealing with teenage boys.  I love my children and the men they are becoming, but there was a time that they were struggling badly.  Really….it was hard! Continue reading “Of dreams and dementia”

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