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Cheryl Mendoza

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

Election advice….

So Scott left yesterday and before we went our separate ways, we had a conversation about the state of the union.  We are both realists, but I have a heavy dose of optimism that helps me deal with looking at the facts.  He does not.  It was strange to sit and listen to my son articulate so well a viewpoint that I can understand, but ultimately must fight against.  I must have hope!  So in that spirit, I am penning a few thoughts.  

 – Pray.  God is in control no matter who wins.  And neither candidate is His choice.

 – Please listen to the words coming out of your mouth.  They may be poisonous.  Choose to speak life!

 – Trust the process.  The election process is run by your neighbors.  You trust them to watch your home when you’re gone, they bring you soup when you’re sick and you celebrate the holidays with them.  They are not here to steal an election from you. 

 – Put away your fire arms.  People will get hurt.  (Jeez Louise!!)

 – Don’t be scared.  You can be concerned, but if you start acting because of fear, that is when it will hit the fan.  And unfortunately right now, both sides are peddling fear to us all.  

 – If you think all is lost because your candidate did not win, you are wrong.  Our country has some hard work to do, and the person in the Oval Office can help or hinder it.  The fact is though the hard work is ours to do regardless.  

 – You are not 100% right.  How can I know this?  Because none of us are!  

Scott told me of letters that he had read.  They were written by normal men who were fighting in a war.  They were shocked to realize they were fighting and killing people they knew.  Fighting their own neighbors.  People they had much in common with.  There is nothing civil about war, whether it be fought with guns or with words. 

Again, my hope is not in a person, but in a Creator.  And I believe He has created us all out of His great love for us!  So today and into the future we who look to Jesus and choose to follow His example get to only respond in one way.  And that’s in LOVE.  Anything else is garbage.  So if I see you today…. I love you!  And may God give me the strength to continue to respond in love to all people for the rest of my days!  

Ponderings: words I say

I really need a  nap, but I was compelled to write.  I was talking to Mike this morning, 51A62216-98FB-4FD3-A3ED-5897A2B839B0and I brought up the prophet Isaiah.  Like doesn’t everyone?  I have always been struck by this one interaction with God.  He says that one year he see’s the Lord.  Holy cow….to say the least!  Isaiah goes on to describe the scene, and eventually he realizes his own sin in comparison to the glory of God.  He says “I have filthy lips and live among a people with filthy lips.”  For some reason, that verse has always gotten to me.  It was like Jesus was saying, “girl…this verse is for you!”  At some point when I started actually posting what I write, I felt that Isaiah’s moment in time had lessons for me. 

 Eventually an angel takes a coal from the altar and touches Isaiah’s lips and “cleanses” them.  It is then the Lord asks “who shall I send?”  Isaiah steps forward to take the job.  

IMG_0143After reading this, I always tried to write what I think will honor God.  More importantly, I work hard to make sure what I say does not drag Jesus’ name through the mud.  Truthfully, because of this there are some thoughts in my head that have never made it to print.  When I am tempted to use sarcasm, a sharp wit or demeaning points to prove someone wrong, I think of Isaiah.  Of how he was burdened by his “unclean lips.”   And how I don’t want to live with that kind of burden.  Got enough other sin in my life to deal with.  

Plus I am reminded that in offering up my words to God, I am also in line to receive potential blessing from what I write.  The blessing of encouraging others, sharing strength and showing love to a world in such need.  Plus ya just never know.  He may even bless me with the opportunity to say something that is truly life changing. 

ca9583de30e2e850b492eff0c494a42d--nativity-silhouette-silhouette-cameo“All right then, the Lord himself will give you the sign.  Look! The virgin will conceive a
child!  She will give birth to a son and will call him Immanuel, which means God is with us”. 

If you want to check it out for yourself…..  Isaish 6:1-7

 

A prayer for a lifetime

_DSC2940Lord this world needs you.  I need you.  Help me not to react, but to find the path that leads to shalom in my life and in the lives of all.  Today as we think of that day so long ago when You gave us the power to make “Your kingdom come,” help us to not be distracted.  Give us the strength to be a conduit of the Holy Spirit that gives us the power that can change the world.

The angels sang on the day You were born and told the outsider, “Don’t be afraid!”  They made it clear that the redemption you were offering was “GOOD NEWS OF GREAT JOY, FOR ALL PEOPLE.”  Forgive us who call you LORD, but do not proclaim YOUR good news.  Forgive us for muddying the waters.  Let this Pentecost be different.  Help us to lay down our lives (our opinions/rights/our idols)  for our brothers and sisters.  What is done in humble love, though imperfect it may be, will be honored by You….and in that there is HOPE. 

Turned away from it all like a blind man

Sat on a fence but it don’t work

Keep coming up with love but it’s so slashed and torn

Why, why, why?

Love, love, love, love, love

Insanity laughs under pressure we’re breaking

Can’t we give ourselves one more chance?

Why can’t we give love that one more chance?

Why can’t we give love, give love, give love, give love

Give love, give love, give love, give love, give love?

‘Cause love’s such an old fashioned word

And love dares you to care for

The people on the edge of the night

And love dares you to change our way of

Caring about ourselves

This is our last dance

This is our last dance

This is ourselves under pressure

Under pressure

Pressure

Under Pressure….. Queen

Easter: Coffee, jammies and HOPE!

IMG_4885So here we are …. Stuck in the middle again.  I felt like this last year, when Mike was recovering from brain surgery.    Now?  Well there’s nothing like a global pandemic to put life on hold.  But is life really on hold, or has the focus just shifted?   Maybe here in the middle is where we regain perspective? 

 

They were in the middle too that Saturday, but they didn’t know it yet.  They thought it was over, the wise teaching, the healing and the restoration of a nation.  Everything they had been living for was changed in one day.   Continue reading “Easter: Coffee, jammies and HOPE!”

Hosanna?

img_8960So Palm Sunday is typically my favorite Sunday of the whole year.  I think back to spending it with preschoolers and how we would tell them about that special day when Jesus entered Jerusalem.  Making leaves, doing a parade and shouting Hosanna!  For preschoolers, it’s the perfect lesson!  There is a lot of energy, color and activity in the re-telling of the event.  Today though I sit alone in my backyard, missing the energy of the typical Palm Sunday celebrations in church. 

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I am beginning to think though, that maybe this is how it’s supposed to be?  Instead of songs and shouts of Hosanna, I have wind and rain shouting a chorus.  And while there are no palm fronds, there are the trees in my backyard violently waving their praise!   

While this might not be the Palm Sunday you were imagining, maybe it’s just what you need?  This week as we all move toward a very different Easter, may it be a time of reflection and focus.  A time to look at life and our priorities.  To decide if what we think is important, really IS that important! 

But the wisdom from above is first of all pure.  It is also peace loving, gentle at all times, and willing to yield to others.  It is full of mercy and the fruit of good deeds.  It shows no favoritism and is always sincere.  James 3:17

Lent – Killer Pride

IMG_7061OK… so again…. I haven’t written.  This totally bums me out, and have given me a crappy week.  Lent is a special time, and I try to use it as inspiration, but I am an imperfect person.  I have been looking at the why, and there are some legitimate reasons.  I work in the mortgage industry and for the past few weeks, it has been crazy!  That has taken a lot out of me.  Then of course there is the whole global pandemic thing….. Really?  Also, there are people in my sphere of influence who are dealing with real pain and I do my best to be an encouragement to them in their hurt.   And in that craziness, I’ve found it hard to keep focus.  

 

Why haven’t I said anything about this before?  Well there is one word for that and it’s PRIDE!  Truthfully I was embarrassed.  I want to communicate and work through my mess in front of all, so that others might feel some kinship and know that they’re not alone.   But I tell you….the pride thing gets me a lot of the time.  Anyone who reads this blog can easily see how I have “dropped” the ball.  So for a few days, I was stressed.  The crazy thing is, I didn’t know what I was stressed about?  It took days and some mirror gazing to figure out my pride was hurt.  The first year I did this….I wrote every single day!  I have yet been able to meet that first years output.  Because of that, I feel like I’ve failed.  The funny thing is, if this is failure, I am still writing more than I have in the past year.  I am failing “forward”!  And really…that is a win for me!   Continue reading “Lent – Killer Pride”

Lent – Reminder of hope

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Hope for today….

I attended a meeting on Sunday for our children’s ministry staff. We went over the new curriculum and made some decisions about how the class schedule would work. I was reflecting on the meeting and felt a sense of hope. Not that I was hopeless before, but there were changes in the air, and change is not always easy. So around this table we all met, and tried and do some planning for our classes. 

I would not say it was a perfect meeting, because I am not a perfect person. I was encouraged to see everyone trying to work together. We are human beings, we do not always see eye to eye. Where is the hope I was talking about you ask? Well the hope did not hit me until this morning. You see, this morning I started praying for each of the ladies in that group. I asked God to cover us with His love, and to give each of us His love for one another. 

Continue reading “Lent – Reminder of hope”

Lent – Moving Mountains!

IMG_6959I know….I know.  I have not written in a few days.  It’s not really because of losing focus, it’s because I have diverted my focus onto something equally as important. I have a few commitments that take a lot out of me.  So at times during the week, I may close my laptop a little early to get some extra rest.  I have to do it, or I will get in trouble with my hubby.    He is keeping as sharp an eye on me as I am on him when it comes to our well being.   Continue reading “Lent – Moving Mountains!”

Lent…Who I was made to be

DSC_1782Well if you happen to be following my progress, you might have noticed that I didn’t write on Saturday.  Did I drop the ball?  Not really.  You see, I use Lent as a season of focus.  A time to seek Jesus and write about what I’m working out in my faith.  I would really like to write more, but truthfully I don’t because I worry way too much about what other people think.  

So in regards to yesterday.  It was a beautiful spring day.  Since it was so nice, I did get out and do more work in the yard.  Pulling weeds, planting my garden and just generally getting my yard back into shape.  Yes…. I know it has nothing to do with writing, but it does have to do with my own insecurities. 

DSC_2150When I was young, I lived next door to my Texas Grandma.  She really wasn’t my grandmother, but she became a surrogate to our family.  By the time I knew her, she was a stay at home wife and my babysitter.   What I remember most was her yard.  She had the most soft grass, and a beautiful redwood tree.  I can remember being with her as she pulled weeds and tended the yard.  I believe that this is where I got my love of gardens.   Please understand though, I am not good at it.  I plant things and some grow, but many don’t.   Every year I get a little better at taking care of the plants and vegetables I put in the ground.  I am still very far from being good at this gardening stuff, but I still do it.   There is something peaceful when things grow, and even when they don’t.  

I do have a problem though.  I hate the feeling that I don’t do this very well.  What I hate even more is that people will know I’m a bad gardener!  Silly isn’t it?  Insecurities are a little silly, but they are feelings that can propel someone to do something rash, or stop a person in place.

IMG_8198 The amazing thing about yesterday was that I was so totally happy working in the yard, that I didn’t even have time to feel insecure.  

I took pleasure in the doing, and not in any reaction I would receive from any outside source.  And in that beautiful day, I felt a freedom that I don’t have all the time.  It was not only freedom from insecurity and fear, but freedom to be what I wanted to be.  Who I was made to be.  And isn’t that what we all want?  

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