5/1/2026
"God does not call the equipped,
He equips the called."
So many voices! I feel as if I am going to implode if I don't find a quiet place where there is NO NOISE! By that, I mean the continual aggravation of phones ringing, text messages dinging, or endless commercials and advertisements when I finally get a moment to watch a video. Life has many moving parts.
I am so thankful to God for the education He provided for me in my younger years and the older ones. When I was very young all I dreamed of doing was helping others. If a missionary spoke at the church, I could hardly wait until I became old enough to trek off into the wilds and lead people living on the backside of the desert in nomadic villages to faith in Christ Jesus. I'd read books and dream, and then I read Burma Surgeon, and I wanted to go to medical school and then make my journey off to the other side of the world where I could tangibly help people while teaching them about Jesus. So far, I have only been as far as Belize back in 1986 for a summer Vacation Bible School trip into the rain forest with the Mayan Indians. That was before a passport was required to go to Central America, so at least I got to do something. It was a wonderful experience, but that is where my traveling far and wide ended...for now! I promised my friend recently that I'd get a passport, so I'd be ready when God said "Go!" So far I haven't kept that promise, but I will. How can I not?!
Life certainly has a way of coming full circle, though, and it works when God is the master planner. I've written about how I arrived in Northern New Mexico in 1987 when my husband defied the perfect will of God, bought an existing Hallmark Store, and moved us to Las Vegas, New Mexico, 1900 miles away from my family. I spent thirty-five years in northern New Mexico moving around, most of it alone, with my adult children in three different states. I miss my friends, and I miss the people and the culture that I grew to love so much. Since coming home to Virginia almost five years ago, I've reunited with some friends and family, of course, but I've also watched family and close friends die. I know I was meant to move back here, purchase my parent's home, and hopefully get it back to looking better. So far I have a new roof and a new stove. I have managed to get some wicked Virginia Creeper out of the crepe myrtle trees and bushes, but it is tenacious, so I can't turn my back it grows so fast. But with a home there will always be something to do inside and out. Thankfully, I have my younger son to help me, but he's been through some health challenges, so he has good days and bad. Good thing I remain an energizer bunny...most days. Here lately, though I've slowed down, but I feel that motivation may be on the rise.
When I said that I was glad God had given me a college education as well as an amazing set of careers in the work place, I said so because the biology degree and research techniques I learned are beginning to pay off. It's truly inspiring that I have managed to remember so much of my research methods and about the human cell. Still, many years have passed by, but I do remember how to search for what I need to know. I'm even considering drawing the cellular study guides from my research. I know that may sound a little weird, but then I'm a person who visualizes chemical equations in my head. Scary!! I even have a bit of Dr. House in me, as I see body structures. I don't travel down the body like his images in the series portray, but I do visualize the muscles and bones, and cellular make up, musculature and nervous system. I owe any knowledge I have to God, who has stuck with me since before I was born, and He continues to groom and teach me through the power of Holy Spirit. I am blessed! I have so far to go, so much still to learn. Of course my main passion is God's Holy Word, and I enjoy dissecting that as well.
I'm not sure how all God's plans for my life will pan out yet, but I do get very encouraged when I read my Bible about the Kings of Judah and now I am in the days of the exile when God uses King Cyrus, the Persian king to send His people home to Jerusalem to rebuild the temple on his dime! The story begins in the book of Ezra, but it was prophesied by the prophet Isaiah two hundred years in advance of the actual occurrence in Isaiah 44:28. There were 50,000 Jews who responded to Cyrus' decree and accompanied Zerubbabel, whom Cyrus chose to lead them, back to Jerusalem. The very first thing they did when they arrived home was to praise and worship God! They didn't have any blueprints or building materials, but included among those returning home were priests, carpenters, masons, and common people all called by God to complete a project He had ordained two hundred years in advance using a heathen king in a foreign country where He had exiled them for their evil ways for seventy years, which was also prophesied through Jeremiah the prophet and confirmed in a vision by Daniel. And today we get to see prophesy written throughout the Bible come to life before our very eyes. These are wonderful years to be alive, participating in God's restoration of Israel, using America as an ally for His chosen people.
But many do not see it. Even the church has become blind to the truth of the Bible, but nonetheless God will have His way. Sometimes I wonder why God called me back to Virginia, as I feel so all alone many times, but perhaps that is where I can listen and learn. I've spent most of my life on the back burner, in the desert or valley, and the times I did make it up the mountain to the summit, were short lived. I learn better in the valley, but the scene from up high is breathtaking! But, as long as He's with me in the valley, I can take it. Because He's with me, I know that things will work out, and until He tells me differently I'll just keep doing the last thing, and I'll trust Him with the rest.

