Meander Scar 1

“A meander scar, occasionally meander scarp,[1] is a geological feature formed by the remnants of a meandering water channel. They are characterized by “a crescentic cut in a bluff or valley wall, produced by…a meandering stream…Meander scars are caused by the varying velocities of current within the river channel. Due to higher velocity current on the outer banks of the river through the bend, more erosion occurs causing the characteristic steep outer slopes.[1] In certain habitats, if the scar has sufficient water, or as an oxbow lake fills with sediment, these areas may become marshes or wetlands.”


I love words. Of course I do, I’m a writer. But when I ran across the words “meander scar” in my son’s Texas text book, being a sand-in-my-shoes Florida girl, I was bumfuzzled. I’d never heard those two words linked together before.

Now, for the past thirty years I’ve become a Texas gal, and I’ve seen boo-coddles of meander scars, ‘cause we have multitudes of flash floods out here. Raging walls of water that carve new pathways through whatever is in their way.

Tornadoes and spring storms feed these flash floods and scar the landscape with their zig-zag slashes. A number of years back one of these rogue storms transformed the normally quiet Guadalupe River into a water butcher, sculpting, and slashing new paths through the Texas Hill Country.

Along the Guadaloupe River

Now a scar by definition is a blemish, deformity, defect, or disfigurement. And left in their raw state, scars are often unsightly. But did you ever consider how many times our hearts, minds, and bodies suffer turbulence from flash floods of grief, relational pain, or consequences of diseases that leave meandering scars carved inside and outside our bodies?


The Word of God says: “And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose. For whom He foreknew, He also predestined to become conformed to the image of His Son, that He might be the first-born among many brethren…whom He called He also justified; and whom He justified, these He also glorified” (Romans 8:28-30 NAS).

Meander Scar 4


Just like God transforms those ugly meander scars in the landscape, He promises to transform the scars inflicted in your mind, body, and heart, if you’ll let Him. And like Texas in the springtime heals and blossoms with the beauty of His handiwork, transforming those deep, ugly gashes in the land into multi-dimensional layers of spectacular photo opportunities, the Spirit of the Living God will heal, transform, and cover your scars with His mercy, His grace, and His love. He will turn you into a multi-dimensional vessel, assigned to pour love, mercy, and grace onto a lost dying neighborhood, town, nation—yes, even the world.


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“And in the same way the Spirit also helps our weakness for we do not know how to pray as we should, but the Spirit Himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words; and He who searches the hearts knows what the mind of the Spirit is. Because He intercedes for the saints according to the will of God” (Romans 8:26-27 NAS).


This Spring I’m off on another road-trip to locate and photograph those bluebonnet-covered meander scars. But for the past sixteen years God has been softening and transforming my own scars from the death of my daughter and my parents through my participation in the Grief Share ministry. How does He accomplish this restoration? By pointing those new to this journey through the valley of the shadow of death to Jesus, then watching them blossom as He heals and transforms them too.

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Are you allowing God to transform and heal your scars? He will, you know, but first you must acknowledge your need, come to Him, thank Him for who He is, ask His forgiveness for your sin of unbelief. Ask for His healing and His peace. Then rest in Him to perform the miracle of new birth in you.


“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish, but have eternal life. For God did not send His Son into the world to judge the world, but that the world should be saved through Him” (John 3:16-17 NAS).




It’s been almost a year since I wrote and published this post. And look what a year has brought. Yes, we have a new president. One who came to power only by the grace and mercy of our God. A man who, if we unite as one nation under God, may swing this nation back to faith in trust in our Creator. But the large, silent majority in this nation must rejoin the battle rather than snoozing through the P.C. stupor.


Today’s world is instant everything. No waiting. From fast food, microwaves, Keurig’s, iPhones, computers, the list is endless. Waiting takes patience; and patience seems to be a fruit of the Spirit we no longer deem important.


So what causes your toe-to-tap this morning? Tell the truth—shame the devil. The long line at McDonalds when you’re late? A spouse who can’t seem to get his/her act together? Lazy kids? A promotion at work? A neglected raise in your paycheck?  A new house? A new car? Your children to grow up and attain the level of success you ask? Or a kajillion other must haves on your list of life’s most importants?

But look around. Are all these things the reason for success? Or are we missing the point—the eternal point? Dr. Tommy Nelson, ThD in Lewisville, Texas, writes:

“History goes this way: What one generation resists, the next will allow. What…

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All Things New

Encouraging thoughts to occupy our minds as 2018 rushes in!

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And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. And he said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful. (Revelation 21:5)

For me, 2017[1] ends with mixed reviews. Beginning in January, the uncertainty of a Trump presidency offered a sense of cautious optimism. By this time, however, my opinion of President Donald Trump has swung to a strong positive. I still wish he would learn to control what comes out of his mouth. Then again, he is not a “politician,” so he pretty much tells it like it is. I can appreciate that about him. Of course, his lack of political correctness makes his opponents in government and the media dig in their heels even deeper, but with “his pen and his phone,” he managed to undo much of the harm created by the last administration. One has…

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I am learning to be thankful, even when I don’t understand. Thankful, even when I hurt, and thankful even when those around me are prospering and I’m suffering. Suffering is not forever—but thankfulness is.

In certain parts of the world women, for centuries, have balanced baskets on their heads to carry heavy loads. Don’t know about you, but if I tried this heady feat everything would slosh, splatter, and splash out the basket, leaving behind me a trail of trash.

But don’t we all balance heavy bundles of actions, reactions, and emotions in our hearts? And sometimes don’t our out-of-control lives slosh and smear over everyone in our realm of influence?

Christmas Clutter

Especially this time of year.

The last two weeks on my calendar have been so overloaded I’ve had trouble reading the times places and things I should be doing. And half-way into this over-the-top zealous plan I’d instigated, a melt-down ensued that splattered all over my husband. One word led to another and morphed into a major confrontation.

I’m sure that has never ever happened at your house—has it?

Sitting in church yesterday our pastor delivered a message from the Lord, aimed straight at my heart—How to Handle Bad Daysand he illustrated some symptoms that lead to bad days—discouragement, restlessness, and foolishness. Dr. Jeffress went on to illustrate how Elijah found himself in the predicament of some very bad days. He had abandoned his calling, lost his perspective, was tired, careless, and then he stumbled. Tears filled my eyes as our pastor drove the stake of God’s Word right into the load of my mess.

Then he gave a few certain warning signs of coming bad days…being physically and emotionally exhausted. And the Holy Spirit stirred the waters of my soul and more tears confirmed His message to me. We’re two weeks away from Christmas and the load I had tried to balance sloshed out behind me. But his next words slammed and stuck. “Sometimes…” he said, “…the most spiritual thing you can do is take a nap.”

The voice of my husband echoed in my ear. “Why don’t you stop what you’re doing, and take a nap? You’re exhausted.” But the Holy Spirit pulled back my veil of excuses and whispered, “Sunday is to be a day of rest.” And I squirmed. On the way to church that morning, I’d mentally scheduled my afternoon…doing catch up chores.

But the next truth was really difficult to absorb, because I’m forever rehearsing this to those who come to GriefShare—Holding onto unrealistic expectations is toxic. I knew that principle was applicable to grief, but bearing up under the mountain of unrealistic expectations I’d assigned myself was toxic too?  And tears of shame burned the rims of my eyes. “Yes, Lord.” I admitted. “I am guilty as charged—for years. Please forgive me.”

Dr. Jeffress delivered one final truth. “Believing you are indispensable.” Ouch! “And you become despondent if you believe it’s all about you.” And the Spirit of God pushed His finger into the foolishness of how far I had traveled with a basket filled with wrong thinking. Thinking if I didn’t do it, it wouldn’t get done. But Dr. Jeffress’ conclusion brought relief as I acknowledged my guilt, accepted His forgiveness, and confirmed my commitment to change—God is responsible for events in my life and in the lives of my family—not me.

And I booked it home and took a long, rehabilitative nap!

Perhaps you’re right there with Elijah and me as we approach the final weeks of the 2017 Christmas Celebration—over committed, restless, tired, with a pathway of sloshes, splatters, and splashes littering the landscape behind you. May I suggest you read Elijah’s bad day experience in the 19th Chapter of 1 Kings and compare this with your current trajectory. Has God asked you like He questioned a frightened, overwhelmed, and undone Elijah, “What are you doing here?”

If so, what would be your answer?

It’s so easy to become ensnared in the commercial deceptions of this Holy Time of Year, and the want-to of making this Christmas special for your family. I have great news… God made this celebration special over two thousand years ago. There’s nothing we can add to make it more special except surrendering our lives to Jesus. God promised A Savior—born to die for your sins and mine—from the beginning pages of Genesis.


“For a child will be born to us, a son will be given to us; and the government will rest on His shoulders; and His name will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Eternal Father, Prince of Peace. There will be no end to the increase of His government or of peace…the zeal of the Lord of hosts will accomplish this” (Isaiah 9:6-8 NAS).

When we admit our sin, turn away from each one, and trust Jesus’ blood is enough to save us and change our lives. I no longer languish in the sins of the past. Those blemishes and stains of yesterday, today, and tomorrow are gone—washed clean by the Blood of the Lamb of God. The only thing we’re required to do is become a conduit of His love—letting His Spirit change and fill our hearts to over-flowing with His love. His grace. And His mercy. Then allowing His unsearchable love to saturate us and soak into the lives of those He gives us to love every moment of every day.




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