Sunday morning. It is always interesting to see what happens on a Sunday, and as soon as I got to church, it started. One of the songs we sang had something to do with the “power in His name”. I actually don’t even remember what the song was, because I immediately started thinking. I wondered, because that is what I do, if I really believed in that power? I am still trying to wrap my mind around that whole “love your neighbor as yourself” thing again. Just then it hit me. The whole problem wasn’t with the loving, but with trusting.
Sovereignty. Do I really believe that God is ruler over all? Is He sovereign?
I have had a love affair with history since I was young. I have gone through different stages, where I have read everything I could about various eras. I hate to say it, but I am fascinated by war. To tell you the truth I am really not sure why?
His love is. I know that seems really silly, of course His love is important. I mean really, He so loved the world. This is Jesus 101. Where the problem lies is not if I “get it” or not, but if I really choose to accept it and just do it.
You know this writing thing is not all that it’s cracked up to be. I sit, I ponder and usually out come words. Then I am stuck. No, it’s not writers block, I just know that I am going to start deleting words. I guess it keeps me humble? So I’m gonna start where I think God wants me to, and delete those other 400 words.
holds up a mirror. And instead of taking a breath and looking full into that mirror, you glance over thinking you know what it shows and just give a nervous giggle. I don’t know when I stopped giggling and started being sad, but it happened at some point.
I was challenged this Easter, but it was done in a very round about manner. It started off as a feeling I got from a couple of comments made in an Easter service. The comments gave the impression that the congregations response was somewhat lacking. They kind of irritated me, but then I started to ponder what was said. I went back to the old advice that I would always give my sons. They would do something wrong, Dad would yell a bit and then I would remind them…..”Don’t listen to how he said it, but what he said”. If there is truth in the words, even if they were said a little harshly, then listen to the truth. 
So I was trolling FaceBook the other day and saw a post that was shared by one of my friends. An author, Lysa TerKeurst, had come across a quote that she said had challenged her. The quote, “who you are speaks so loudly, I can barely hear what you’re saying”, had her thinking about how our actions speak louder than words.
I have thought about this regret at various times in my life, and it typically makes me pretty sad. Her birthday is St Patricks day, so thoughts of her came to mind again. This year though, I found that my perspective had changed. You see, what I finally realized was what she did teach me was worth much more than what she didn’t. It was pretty funny, because I have always known what an example of love she was to all who knew her. This year though, I realized why everyone loved her so much. Well, it was because she loved us! Warts and all! She loved us all so much, that we couldn’t help but love her back! 
Cheryl Mendoza 