New Wine – Out of Me?

This morning as I spent some time in devotion, I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the beauty of the instrumental, as well as the words of this gorgeous song – New Wine, by Hillsong Worship.

Wow! Just Wow!

Do you know this song? My church sings this song frequently so I know the words, but this morning they touched me to my soul.

In reflection, my whole life I have struggled with fear of failure and fear of rejection, mostly because of the dysfunctional pattern and deep hurts of my growing up years. Maybe you have struggled with some of these too? Well, over the years I learned – by doing OVER and OVER, until I FINALLY did it – to lay down these #lifehurts that kept me tied up in knots and afraid. And last year I finally laid down the 20-yr old #deepgrief of losing my beautiful son when he was just 9 yrs old. My heart is renewed!

So now, with the beginning of 2019, after much prayer, my spiritual #WordfortheYear is Courage. Courage! Me? Little #MuchAfraid? (If you are not familiar with the character, Much Afraid, you might want to check out the soul-stirring book, Hinds’ Feet on High Places, by Hannah Hurnard). Oh boy!

So, this morning, in reflecting on this new #courage, along with this gorgeous song, this Verse also hits me hard:

No one pours new wine into old wineskins. Otherwise, the new wine will burst the skins; the wine will run out and the wineskins will be ruined. No, new wine must be poured into new wineskins. Luke 5:37-38

Woah! Did you get that?

Wow! I FINALLY did! What I finally get now is this: In the crushing, in the pressing of each #lifehurt I endured, as Jesus loved me through each one, he was making New Wine in me. And as an adult, as I laid down each crushing, breaking #lifehurt at the alter, Jesus fashioned a piece of my new wineskin out of each hurt. And as I finally laid down my last deep #lifehurt – my #deepgrief – my new wineskin was complete and ready for filling up with all that New Wine!

Whew! Oh! My! Goodness!

Now, with my spiritual new #WordfortheYear, Courage, I realize it’s time, yes, it’s time to pour myself OUT of my old wineskin and right INTO my new wineskin! Woohoo! And oh yes, it’s also time to embrace my true treasure, *Matt 6:19-20, which is helping women find healing from their lifetime of hurts. For me, this specifically means finishing my book #LayItAllDown, putting myself out there and getting it published! Do you know what YOUR true treasure is? Are you embracing it?

Oh my Goodness, YES! This is so exciting!

2019 is the year that I fully embrace being whole, complete, and courageously new!

I am NEW WINE and I live in a NEW WINESKIN!

Jesus, make me Your vessel, make me an offering, make me whatever You want me to be! Jesus, bring new wine out of me!

Dear Reader, how about you – are you still living in your old wineskin? Do you have life hurts you want/need to lay down so they won’t hurt you any more? Are you still wandering through the desperate journey of deep grief and don’t know how to climb up out of it? Whatever it is that might be hurting you, holding you back, I implore you to take it up with your Heavenly Father, who loves you to distraction, who wants BETTER for you. He is just waiting for you to come to Him, with ALL your heart, telling Him what you need. He already knows what you need and is just waiting to help you – He just wants to hear it from you. Beloved, He will help you through it. I know He will, because He lovingly carried me through all of mine.

I’d love to pray for you too if you’d like to leave a comment and I will lift you up to our Heavenly Father, our Jehovah Jireh, our Provider, asking Him to help you, to give you courage and strength and to see you through as He, our Jehovah Raphe, our Healer God, draws you into healing and your new wineskin! He can and He will if you will just ask Him.

Isaiah 41:10 Do not fear, for I am with you; do not be afraid, for I am your God. I will strengthen you; I will help you; I will hold on to you with my righteous right hand.

Jeremiah 29:13 You will seek me and find me when you search for me with all your heart.

*Matthew 6:19-20 NASB“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. 20 But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys, and where thieves do not break in or steal;

Love deep from my heart,

Mindy



Life is Good in Small Groups!


It takes all kinds of people and personalities to make our world sing. When you put a small group of them together, to do life together, it’s a beautiful thing indeed!
We care for and about each other. We share our good days as well as our not so good days. And there’s never a question of judging – we accept and love each other for who we are. That’s a community small group. Find one in your church or community today. Try it. You’ll be glad you did.

We, As a People, Remember

On this 13th Anniversary of September 11th:

We, as a people, remember.

To all those grieving, all those who lost a beloved Mom, Dad, Wife, Husband, Partner, Daughter, Son, Sister, Brother, Aunt, Uncle, Niece, Nephew, Cousin, friend, co-worker, pet, or acquaintance, 13 years ago in the terrorists’ acts against the United States of America – your loss is important to us; America, as a people, remember, and we grieve with you.  May you find comfort and peace in your heart and may God surround you and envelope you with loving people to comfort and uphold you today.  May you know that God holds each and every one of your precious tears in His bottle, for He cares for you and your loss.

For those of another faith, or no faith – your loss is just as important to us: America, as a people, grieves with you.  We pray that on this 13th anniversary of the terrorists’ acts against the United States of America, you find comfort and peace in your heart, and that you, too, are surrounded and enveloped with loving people to comfort and hold you up today.  You matter.  Your loss matters.

We, as a people, as Americans, open our hearts, our eyes, and our mouths today as together we shed tears and words of loss and grief.

For we, as a people, as Americans, remember.

 We, as a people, as Americans, are the United States of America – and we must unite – from sea to shining sea!  With our hearts and minds united in brotherhood, we will raise our Star Spangled Banner to yet waive!  And through our Country’s dark nights, sharing our tears and pain we’ll forge strength, and from our strength we’ll find courage; with our courage we’ll seek wisdom and fight for Truth.  And United in Truth, we shall win Liberty, Justice, and Freedom!

In the Land of the Free, and the Home of the Brave

The United States of America

Let Freedom Ring!

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Grief Has Gripped Me Today: A Note to My Family

Grief Has Gripped Me Today: A Note to My Family

It has been 20 years since my little Tommy died, but today would have been his 30th birthday.

A milestone.

It seems it is the milestone days that still grab a hold of me;

The anniversary of the accident; his birthdays; His special days.  My special days. 

I think about him on these days and wonder, “What would Tommy think about this?” Or like today, I wonder what kind of cake and decorations would he have wanted for his big 30th birthday?  Would turning 30 have bothered him? I can’t help thinking these things.  I remember my daughter’s 30th birthday 2 years ago and how much I enjoyed plotting with her BFF.  How much I enjoyed sharing the milestone and excitement with her, by phone, texts, and pictures.  How much fun it was!! 

Memories I will cherish forever.

But today, I don’t get to do that with my son. 

This is what hurts; not getting to share these special days with my son.

It’s not that I wish he was back here on earth with me; no, I believe – I know – he is in Heaven with his father, his Papa, and his Heavenly Father and living it up, happy and fulfilling his ultimate purpose.  I am so happy for that!  I am so thankful that I don’t have to worry about him and his well-being anymore.

But I miss him! Oh how I miss him still!

 I miss having the opportunity to share these special milestone days with him. 

I miss getting to make new memories with him. 

Like the milestone of getting his driver’s license, and graduating from high school; or the fun of meeting his girlfriends and contemplating his getting married, or his actual wedding!  Or holding his new baby for the very first time – Lord, I’ll never have that sweet, precious blessing.  All these precious memories I didn’t/won’t get to make and keep with my sweet little boy, Tommy. 

Who would have been 30 years old today.

That’s what I grieve for – the missed memories.

The promise of each of those sweet, life-bringing memories, whispers through your heart the moment you lay your eyes on that tiny, fresh new miracle for the very first time.  He takes his first breath outside of your warm protecting womb and your Mommy hopes and dreams take breath and soar! You are that little exquisite miracle’s Mommy!

When you lose that child, a part of yourself leaves too.  But you’re still left cradling that exquisite little box inside of you that holds all those sweet promises of life giving memories that are yet to come. 

But when the memory-making day comes, or the days that should have been memory-making days, you can’t seem to comprehend; your heart cannot understand – because the reason for that special day is somehow not here; he was – but somehow now he’s gone!  There’s no life or breath to give to that memory.  That memory that you looked so forward to, now will never be.

That is what a grieving Mommy grieves for. Not to have her beloved child back to suffer on this earth – no!  But to have life breathed back into that little box of memories, to live and experience each of those exquisite little promises with that beautiful little miracle that was her child. 

To keep making and living those life-giving memories secretly promised the day he was born.

 

Yes, grief has gripped me today.

But I have pulled out my exquisite little box of memories already made and am filling up with the life-breath they are breathing into me.  I’m smiling and my heart is glad!

And then I sob.

My heart is overwhelmed and begins to break apart again. 

And I sob.

But then I remember – I have these memories.  And they can be enough.

I feel relief. 

The burden, swollen and heavy, is lightened once again.

And I cry again.

But it’s ok. 

Because I know I need to cry – tears to relieve the hurting, to release once again the broken promise of what this day might have been; to help me accept what my box of memories will now never hold.

So, tears go ahead and fall.  Yes, at first you were Pain, but now you are Healing.

Each of you land in a broken part of me and with enough of you given, you‘ll hold me together again.  And I‘ll live and breathe and smile once again.

Yes, I am different; there are scars from the loss.  But with time they fade and don’t hurt as much. 

So, please let me cry to relieve the hurt.  And remember those memory days – will be the worst.  If my child was still here, today would be all about him, so allow me to spend today in memory of him.  And please remember that when he died, he didn’t cease being the child I birthed.  For in my little exquisite box of memories called Tommy, there are 9 full years of promises fulfilled; 9 full years of dreams come true; 9 full years of the life and love that was Tommy; 9 full years of me being that little exquisite boy’s Mommy!

So let me grieve a little – or a lot – for a little boy full of love.  Let me release those built up tears that will heal my wound.  Remember, that like a broken bone, time heals, but still leaves a scar, and on a cold winter’s day, that scar will ache.  So like an athlete, we must adjust and make allowances for those cold winter days and that cold winter ache. 

So, yes, I’ll have cold winter days and my scar will ache, but I’ll pull out my warm little box of memories and breathe them in.  My tears will fall, but when my heart warms with memories, the cold ache will fade.  And I’ll smile again – until the next cold winter’s day.

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With Sissy

Yes, grief will grip me from time to time, but with your tender understanding – I’ll be fine.  

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First Day Home

Mountains of Love

Many of us have specific days, weeks, or months each year, which commemorate a life, a death, an event in our lives, which each year catch our hearts, our breath, our thoughts, and makes life tough to get through for that day, week, month.  After much time, many years maybe, these days get a little easier to get through, yes, sometimes we can even carry on with just the vague remembrance pushed to the back of our minds.  But do our hearts ever forget that day, week, month, completely? No.

But, yes, we can get to a point where these days, weeks, months bring mostly a fond remembrance, a sweet tug at our heart, a quiet but nice time of reflection on what used to be.

Beginning today, July 6th, begins a day and a week such as this for my family.  It was a July 6th that my children’s Daddy, Tommy Joe Pruett, died when he ran his pick-up truck off the road and crashed.  Because he was a Purple Heart Decorated Vietnam Veteran, with subsequent, sometimes severe PTSD, the days after his crash were filled with questions on how/why he ran off that road.  No real answers ever came.  And after much deliberation and grief, the family decided to wait and bury him on July 11th, which was my son’s, Tommy Joe Pruett II, birthday – my son who died in a tragic school bus accident some years previously.  In our minds, this would be sort of a birthday present to my son in Heaven, to officially give his Daddy back to him on his birthday.

This was the one little scrap of joy we could pull out of the desperately sad situation, to place in our desperately hurting hearts, to help us cope.

                Looking back on that time, 13 years ago, I see the grief filled eyes, I feel the numbing pain of disbelief – yes – BUT – I also see the LOVE; the mountains of love between a family and the lifetime of friends, gathered to mourn, but also to love – to love the grieving hearts through the difficult days.  I see the love of a family for their beloved son, husband, father.

Today, and this week, I choose to remember that love– that beautiful love of a family, of a community, of a life I once lived – and loved.  I choose not to remember the questions, the discrepancies, the disagreements and turmoil.  I will remember the Pruett Family with love and gratefulness for the years they held me in love, within their family.  And though this week I will grieve with them, for 2 beloved family members, I will also rejoice with them in the time God gave me – us – with my first husband, Tommy, and my son, Tommy II.

Yes, this week I wrap myself up in the

 Mountains of Love ❤

 

Live Heartily and Freely but…

Good Sunday Morning to you all!

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Sunny Spring Daffodils!

     I hope you are having a nice weekend so far, enjoying the refreshing, eye-popping spring colors budding and blooming everywhere!  What’s in your plans for the day? A glorious nothing, relaxing, unwinding from a busy week?  Maybe reading a good book, trying out a new recipe, or going for a nice long walk? Or maybe you might take in a museum, a good movie, or try a delicious new restaurant…

Hmmmm…..So many possibilities….

     As I contemplate all these fun possibilities, I can’t help but think of all the latest news headlines around the world today; the fighting, wars and inhumanities overseas, the stifled and persecuted people, all the political back biting and mudslinging going on here in the States – yuk! Heartache and irritation; compassion and rejection, sympathy and dislike, affirmation and disbelief, all these emotions and feelings swirling around inside me, all at the same time, ugghh – overwhelming to say the least!

    But, in thinking of all that, do you agree that we, as a people, should be interested, if not actively involved in our national as well as international affairs, in order to plan realistically for our own futures?

Another hmmmmm…  But wait – no, I’m not going to get all political on you today.  (whew!)

     However, today, I am contemplating this:  There is definitely something to be said for kicking back, relaxing, and forgetting about all that is going on in our lives and in the world, and having some fun.  Sometimes we need that sort of disassociation from all the stress, to unwind and rejuvenate, right?  But when we are not in times of rejuvenating our minds and bodies, should we spend our days in awareness of, and being sensitive to what is happening around us?  And should we temper our attitudes and/or behaviors accordingly?

Me and Sunny in NYC!

Mindy and Sunny in NYC

Or do we live or lives how we like – doing and pursuing what makes us feel good?

Eating an authentic NYC soft pretzel

Eating an authentic NYC soft pretzel

 

 

 

 

 

This question brings to mind my trip to New York City the first weekend after the devastating hurricane hit NYC and the Eastern coast.  It was the weekend of the highly touted annual New York City Marathon and I met my niece, Sunny, there to watch her run in the race.  As it turned out, after we arrived along with thousands of other runners, the race was cancelled.  Though we were seriously disappointed the race was cancelled, we decided to do some sightseeing.  We were going to be stuck there for the weekend and it was New York City, after all!!

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Fun in the NYC Subway I love my Sissy ❤

In the spirit of touristy excitement, I, my niece, and her mother (my beloved wonderful sissy that I don’t get to see very often)

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Holding on for dear life on my novice Subway ride! Hehe

happily boarded the subway train to take in the sights of Times Square. We were, of course, jubilant and goofy, laughing and playing around, taking photos, experiencing the NYC subway for the very first time.

     What we didn’t realize at first was the subway system had been down since the hurricane and only a few select trains were now in operation.  The train we were on was packed to the gills.  But as we looked around us – I mean – as we took notice of those people around us – we began to realize they were not happy, they were not even smiling.  As a matter of fact, as we discreetly surveyed them, we realized they were not only not smiling; some were looking rather hostile at us.

Some had looks of grief, some utter despair.

And they all looked exhausted.

Many looked as if they had been in the same clothes for days.

Many looked as if they hadn’t showered for days.

They looked like refugees from a war zone.

      The thing was, the City was in major turmoil.  The hurricane had devastated a vast area of the City.  Thousands of people were now homeless or unable to access their homes.  Power was out, water was contaminated.  Many were hungry, unable to access food.  Aid was there, but they had to be able to get to it.  With the subway system down, and so much of the City dependent upon it, so many were left without food, water, and shelter.

      As we rode to our stop, we sobered.  We began to talk with a few NYC residents on the train.  We began to hear about the devastation.

We heard the despair in their voices.

We saw the pain and fatigue in their eyes.

We had no idea.

     I think we believed that because the Mayor initially chose to go ahead with the Marathon, things weren’t that bad – that if they were, the Mayor would have cancelled the Marathon before registration even began.  But we were wrong.  Understandably, the Mayor thought the City needed the huge revenue the Marathon brings in each year, in order to help fund the hurricane recovery.  However, once the Marathon masses converged on the City, it was clear the City could not adequately handle or cope with them.

All of the City’s resources needed to be concentrated and given to its citizens. 

They were in desperate need.

This was a time for humanitarian aid, for sensitive, life sustaining care.

Not for entertaining visitors.

     We, as well as thousands of others didn’t realize this when we first arrived.  But it didn’t take long to figure it out, and most of the marathoners immediately pitched in and spent the weekend helping wherever they could.

      But on the subway that Friday, as my sister, my niece, and I realized the devastation these people were experiencing, we had to temper our behavior.  Yes, we wanted to be carefree and enjoy what we could of our weekend in New York City, who knew if we would ever get back here, but we had to take the feelings of these precious but overwhelmed people into consideration.  We needed to have compassion for their suffering.

Laughing and playing around on the subway became inappropriate.

Being sober and considerate became right.

      So, in reflection, this leads back to my earlier question:

     When we are not in times of respite or rejuvenation, should we spend our days in awareness of, or being mindful or sensitive toward what is happening with those around us?  And should we temper our attitudes and/or behaviors accordingly, even if that means missing out on something ourselves?

     I think this verse answers that question beautifully:

As a matter of fact, do everything that way, heartily and freely to God’s glory. At the same time, don’t be callous in your exercise of freedom, thoughtlessly stepping on the toes of those who aren’t as free as you are. I try my best to be considerate of everyone’s feelings in all these matters; I hope you will be, too. Colossians 3:17 (The Message)

     So, in conclusion, my thought for today would have to be this: that whatever I decide to do, I will make good use of the free time I have, living heartily, enjoying the freedoms I have been given and being thankful for them.  And at the same time, I will make it important to be mindful of those around me, being thoughtful and considerate of their situation and feelings, and not carelessly stepping on their toes or causing them further discomfort or harm.

 Will you join me in this goal?

 ‘Til next time,

Love and blessings-  Mindy

some of our NYC fun pictures
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Me at Rock Center Ice Rink from Sunny

Beautiful Rock Center Ice Rink

Candy is a girl's best friend!

Candy is a girl’s best friend! At least at Dylan’s 🙂

The Brooklyn Tabernacle! We attended a glorious Sunday Service

On the NYC streets Fun with Characters

Getting a hug from the NYC Characters!

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Sunny is registered for the NYC Marathon!

Bloomingdales

Wow! Bloomingdales! Let’s go shopping!!