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Where? What?

When I began this blog on March 26, 2012, I had no idea where I would be or what I would be doing when 2013 rolled around. In fact, I had no idea where I would be or what I would be doing when March 27, 2012 rolled around. “But God is faithful!”

I wrote earlier this week on New Year’s Eve that I would be reflecting on the past year and eagerly anticipating the new one. I am careful to point out that, for me, “reflecting on the past” does not equal “dwelling in the past.” In fact, I don’t even dwell on yesterday. It’s done. It’s “unchangeable history.” I probably too readily “move on” from my yesterdays, and that can be misunderstood as not caring by those whose nature is to ponder the past and long for its moments to remember or to relive.

I couldn’t handle living in both the past and the present. One time zone is enough for me! I’m grateful to have a natural outlook that has a singular focus: forward momentum. My parents have instilled that in me, and I have come to value it more through each passing year!

Rather than writing a “my goals for 2013” post today, I just want to share with you the “where I am” and “what I am doing” as of this present moment. The hand of God has held mine every step of the way, and I truly do consider every moment of my life a “journey of joy!”

As for location, I have been able to stay in the greater Milwaukee area. I have not moved. I have always felt that being in a good church is critical to my decision-making process when it comes to where I live. So let me share one brief story about how God used that element to lead me to stay: My first Sunday without a church home, I knew that if I didn’t go somewhere, I probably would use that as an excuse not to faithfully be under the preaching of God’s Word from there on out—so I knew I had to go. Three things led me to a church right near my home: (1) My dad had briefly crossed paths with the pastor many years ago, and spoke highly of his character and integrity. This recommendation was huge for me. (2) It was big enough that I could “sneak in and sneak out” if I hated it. (3) I was now unemployed, gas was at its all-time high, and the church was very near my home. (Yes, that’s a lame reason, but God uses all kinds of things to lead us!)

I drove to church on March 25, 2012, and as I fearfully prepared to open my car door and get out, I silently prayed almost these exact words, “Lord, just use something today in this service to give me hope. I simply need hope today. But please make it clear to me, because You know how bad I am at discerning Your leading sometimes!” I walked to the front door, was greeted by sincerity and kindness, and looked up to see a ginormous sign outside the main auditorium entrance that stated the church’s theme for 2012: “The Story of Hope!” (Wow!!!) The church has its roots in the same roots from which I came, so it was like coming home! I’ve gone back every week since then (unless I was out of town), and I became a member of Spring Creek Church in July!

As for work, I looked through literally thousands of job openings and applied to more jobs than I ever thought possible. The Lord began to use specific people and events to open my eyes to the fact that I should focus on using the skills and gifts He gave me—gifts and skills that had been some of the most enjoyable aspects of many of the jobs I’ve held through the years. I began to avidly research and study and glean from the advice of others in the field, and chose to place my full focus on working as a freelance proofreader and editor. I had prayed that, if He chose to do so, the Lord would give me a job that (1) provided a steady income, (2) allowed me to work from anywhere—primarily so that I can assist my parents or family if they need anything, and (3) would be something that I would truly love doing.

I created and launched PEP Writing Services to promote my freelance work of Proofreading, Editing, and Publishing Preparation (PEP!), and slowly but surely, I am learning about the process of adding and filtering through clients and services. Through a connection with a communication firm, I was able to begin working as a freelance proofreader. I love the work, and continue to count them as my favorite proofreading clients! However, I found that I was getting twenty hours of work one week and two hours the next! The uncertain cycle continued throughout the summer and the early fall. I knew I needed something that would provide a little more certainty but still allow me to retain my current clients.

God is faithful! Mid-Fall, a friend provided a connection with a self-publishing company that offers editing packages to its clients. After taking their editing test assignment, I was invited to join their team as an outsourced editor! I have been reading several books each week, and I positively love what I’m doing! And yes, I have even been able to work from my parents’ home in another state a few times already! Soon, I will be able to have a steady income from this! The more I learn, the more I see that God has been preparing me for this all along! His way is perfect!

In the small photograph of a year’s time, no one wants to be unexpectedly unemployed, without substantial income for more than seven months, and wondering “where” and “what!” In honesty, I will readily confess that I found myself all too often at the brink of literal disaster. But as I glance back at 2012 and look ahead through what 2013 holds, as God wills, I see their place in the mural of life. It comes down to four simple words: “But God is faithful!”

Rituals and Choices

To me, New Year’s Eve is the perfect blend of gratitude and anticipation! It’s one of my favorite nights of the year! Many of all ages will choose to celebrate the New Year with family and friends—and even strangers—in large celebrations, church services, or small, intimate gatherings. Others will head to bed early to prepare for work or school tomorrow. Unlike my celebratory gatherings in earlier years, quietness, reflection, and planning will once again combine to create my celebration of choice.

As a woman who embraces rituals, my evening will include several: Kraft Macaroni and Cheese for supper (and yes, I like it much better than all the fancy m&c recipes), a favorite old movie (no, I’m not telling which one) during which I fill in the birthdays and anniversaries on my new calendar, a bubble bath by candlelight, and then time with the Giver of Life to Whom the praise for this past year and the prayers for the coming year belong. There are a few other things in there, but those are the ones I’m willing to (partially) share!

At the risk of sounding like one of those bloggers that remind me of the old-time television announcers (“to all you people out there in tv-land”), this blog has been one of my greatest personal blessings in 2012—because of you. I continue to write whatever is on my heart at the moment, and many of you have graciously and patiently followed along and encouraged me along my journey! For that, I sincerely and humbly thank you tonight. I would write even if no one read my words, but the strength that has come from your frequent encouragement has been the frosting on the cake! Again, I thank you!

As with years past and with the final moments of the present year, choosing to follow Christ and to learn more of Him will be my top priority in 2013. As I look at all the petals that make up the basket of my life, I am reminded to continue to choose Christ in the year ahead. I have found through all the twists and turns of my journey of joy that there is no other way—there is no better way!

Many years ago now, someone gave me a recording of a song by Christine Wyrtzen (that tells you just how many years ago it was). It was entitled “Keep Choosing Me.” As a reminder to myself and to you, I will end 2012 on this blog with the words of the chorus:

Above yourself, above all else 
Keep choosing Me.
When you are weak, I’ll be your strength—
Keep choosing Me.
I made you free to be alone or to walk with Me.
All that’s Mine is yours
If you’ll keep choosing Me.

Wishing you a blessed 2013 in which you choose Christ,

Brenda

Joshua 24:15 (NLT) “But if you refuse to serve the Lord, then choose today whom you will serve. Would you prefer the gods your ancestors served beyond the Euphrates? Or will it be the gods of the Amorites in whose land you now live? But as for me and my family, we will serve the Lord.”

Guest Post: Christmas Memories

Lorraine StrohbehnToday’s guest post was written by my mom, Lorraine Strohbehn. I’m sure you’ll enjoy reading these Christmas memories as much as I did!

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What do you remember from your childhood years that relates to the wonderful celebration of Christmas? Was the Christ of Christmas always included?

In the church in which I grew up, Christmas was a time when people seemed to sing with more excitement than other times of the year. I am not certain of my age at the time, but as you will see, I was obviously not reading from the hymnal very well. I recall singing along enthusiastically with the familiar carol, “O Come, All Ye Faithful.” I thought the words of the chorus were: “O come, little Sadoryahan, O come, little Sadoryahan, O come, little Sadoryahan….” Because I loved learning fancy new words, I belted it out with great vigor as the older folks sang the proper words. I did not yet grasp the meaning, but I certainly grasped the joy of the season!

Going to my grandparents’ homes was a special part of Christmas and created many special memories. My mother’s parents hosted a big Christmas dinner on Christmas Eve. When the meal was ended and the clean-up was complete, the double glass doors leading into the parlor were opened, and we went into the parlor for a time of celebration around the Christmas tree. I believe we sang a few Christmas carols, but I do not remember the Word of God being opened to renew or introduce our hearts to the Christ of Christmas. Candles were lit on the live tree, and there were red ball-shaped bags made of net for everyone. As we opened them, we were always excited about what Grandma had in them for us. We also enjoyed opening a few presents under the tree, and then the candles were blown out, the parlor doors were closed, and we went back to the living area of the house to visit or have lefsa (a Norwegian flatbread that is still a family favorite) and coffee.

On Christmas day, we always went to my dad’s parents. There were lots of cousins, gifts for all the youngsters from an aunt and uncle, and a grab-bag gift for the adults. It was such a fun time with all the hustle and bustle of lots of kids and wonderful food. However, we did not share the Christ of Christmas there either.

Another fun Christmas memory for me is more recent than the childhood memories I just shared. One of my favorite Christmas dinners was about 15 years ago. On Christmas day, our daughter, my husband, and I were returning from meeting our son at the airport—which was quite a distance away. My husband and I planned to treat the two of them with a nice holiday dinner at a favorite restaurant. We drove up in front of the restaurant, but it was not open. We tried various other places and found nothing open. As we traveled back to our daughter’s home, we stopped at a filling station/convenience store. By then, we were pretty hungry. They had foot-long hot dogs and also carbonated beverages at less than a dollar for any size you chose. We each had a foot-long hot dog and a huge beverage as we drove on to our daughter’s home. It is one day I will always remember, because we laughed all the way as we enjoyed “Christmas dinner” in the car!

But what I remember most is that those many years ago when I came to know the Christ of Christmas as my Savior, the joy of Christmas was extended to a depth I had not known before. I finally experienced the true meaning of Luke 2:1-14—the birth of Christ, the star announcing His birth, the adoration of the shepherds, and the gifts of the kings—with the heartfelt thankfulness of a sinner saved by grace.

Christmas can’t just be the fun; it can’t just be the singing; it can’t just be the gifts; it can’t just be the food. The only unchanging meaning of Christmas is the Christ who came as a baby, lived on earth, and grew to become our Savior. What a joy it is (and will) be when we spend Christmas with Him—both here and for eternity!

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Thank you for taking time to read “Christmas Memories.” 
Please feel free to leave a comment!

Merry Christmas!

Luke 2:1-14 (NLT)

At that time the Roman emperor, Augustus, decreed that a census should be taken throughout the Roman Empire. (This was the first census taken when Quirinius was governor of Syria.) All returned to their own ancestral towns to register for this census. And because Joseph was a descendant of King David, he had to go to Bethlehem in Judea, David’s ancient home. He traveled there from the village of Nazareth in Galilee. He took with him Mary, his fiancée, who was now obviously pregnant.

And while they were there, the time came for her baby to be born. She gave birth to her first child, a son. She wrapped him snugly in strips of cloth and laid him in a manger, because there was no lodging available for them.

That night there were shepherds staying in the fields nearby, guarding their flocks of sheep. Suddenly, an angel of the Lord appeared among them, and the radiance of the Lord’s glory surrounded them. They were terrified, but the angel reassured them. “Don’t be afraid!” he said. “I bring you good news that will bring great joy to all people. The Savior—yes, the Messiah, the Lord—has been born today in Bethlehem, the city of David! And you will recognize him by this sign: You will find a baby wrapped snugly in strips of cloth, lying in a manger.”

Suddenly, the angel was joined by a vast host of others—the armies of heaven—praising God and saying, “Glory to God in highest heaven, and peace on earth to those with whom God is pleased.”

Merry Christmas!
Brenda 

 

Please Pray…

Please join me in praying

for those impacted

by today’s senseless tragedy.

 

May our prayers be used

to help cushion the grief

of the Newtown community,

their loved ones, and their friends.

—Brenda, PetalsfromtheBasket.com
 
 
My friend, Jessica, posted a beautifully worded blog post this afternoon.
I invite you to read this short—but wise—reflection related to today’s events:
Click the title to be linked to her post, “When Words Fail Me.”