tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154482882024-03-08T01:35:53.974+03:00Gently LedCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053667800441739156noreply@blogger.comBlogger401125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15448288.post-64679650739918473932019-02-23T21:57:00.001+03:002019-02-23T22:03:14.697+03:00Remembering Jan: Two Tales of Honor
Tale #1: August 1997
My fever had set in fiercely as we awaited our plane
trip the evening before. We were traveling from Nairobi to Kampala and the
sickness from my newly discovered pregnancy was intensifying at an alarming
rate. Maybe this wasn’t just my pregnancy?
I could not hold my head up as we waited to board, so I rested against Jeff’s shoulder
and managed just enough Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053667800441739156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15448288.post-20176917471065941342018-06-17T14:22:00.000+03:002018-06-17T15:10:30.851+03:00Mighty
"Listen... to your father’s instruction… " Proverbs1:8
Ephesians 6:10-20;24
“Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053667800441739156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15448288.post-57359332017658600492018-05-13T13:58:00.000+03:002018-05-13T13:58:02.629+03:00Her Children Rise Up
In honor of my heritage from selected verses of
Psalm 147
“Praise the Lord.”
“How good it is to sing praises to our God, how pleasant and fitting to praise him!”
Time at my Granny’s house always included good food, laughter and singing. She often made fudge just for me. It would be on a plate covered with plastic wrap on the bottom shelf of the fridge. Delightful!
My Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053667800441739156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15448288.post-48832955257791661082017-12-30T19:23:00.000+03:002017-12-30T19:23:32.334+03:00A Word About Deficit
I never even started
that Advent devotional.
The one I researched
and found online but could not get to download over our shoddy internet. The
process discouraged me and I thought of it, spoke of it to God, every morning.
If only that
devotional had downloaded!
I really wanted all of
those wise words.
God knew.
In this particular
season, I did not need to read it.
I needed to walkCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053667800441739156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15448288.post-91363258948494772942017-04-14T12:17:00.000+03:002017-04-14T12:17:27.747+03:00Four Days<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053667800441739156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15448288.post-21579534572163648102017-02-01T19:31:00.000+03:002017-02-01T19:33:06.132+03:00Thirteen Things About Silas
I remember when I knew.
Isaac (Cashling #3) was only 10 months old and as I carried him back to his room on that one particular afternoon for his nap I felt this deep, deep tiredness that I could not push through.
We lay down on the rug in Isaac and Alex's room to read some books and an hour later I woke up with Isaac curled up asleep beside me. I had no memory of the previous hour, just that Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053667800441739156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15448288.post-19859763600326850672016-12-21T17:26:00.000+03:002016-12-21T17:26:47.252+03:00Memory Lane
Tis the season, as they say. And it is a season indeed. For our family, in Fort Portal, we know Christmas is upon us when town gets more crowded (many folks from the capital city travel to be with family in the village), the sunshine grows longer and hotter every day, and huge baskets of fresh mangoes are for sale everywhere you turn. We can also measure the approach of December 25 by the quietCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053667800441739156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15448288.post-43209713630616175212016-12-10T23:08:00.001+03:002016-12-10T23:31:01.455+03:00Missing Some People & Remembering Some Things
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Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053667800441739156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15448288.post-43471121582980488272016-11-08T17:28:00.000+03:002016-11-08T17:28:07.040+03:00Unafraid
(from the archives)
This life stirs deep, doesn’t it?
And there is no way for that stirring to swing easy.
It agitates.
Whips.
Mingles.
We are affected.
It takes courage to let something be what it is.
We can tend to busy-up around an issue.
We beautify.
And organize.
And store.
And straighten.
We fix.
We almost cannot get our values away from this.
We, Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053667800441739156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15448288.post-5257841546954209342016-11-07T18:11:00.000+03:002016-11-07T18:11:11.004+03:00How Can I Know?
(reposted from the archives)
“The Lord had said to Abram, ‘Leave your country, your people and your father’s household and go to the land I will show you.’
‘I will make you into a great nation and I will bless you…and all peoples on earth will be blessed through you.’
So Abram left, as the Lord had told him;”
Genesis 12: 1-4
“But Abram said, ‘O Sovereign Lord, what canCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053667800441739156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15448288.post-90251598585189389042016-08-27T13:08:00.000+03:002016-08-27T13:54:12.901+03:00ALSO
Also: in addition to
At the very beginning of
the book of John, we meet an adult Jesus stepping into service. His official ministry is beginning and he
heads to the capital-c Church (the Temple in Jerusalem) for the Passover
celebration. But when he reaches the Temple, he does not like what He sees. In
fact, he creates a very big ruckus with a whip and some very pointed words. (Jn2:Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053667800441739156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15448288.post-53755155142664011192016-08-13T16:34:00.000+03:002016-08-13T17:12:53.983+03:00Immeasurably More
Last spring our dear friends the Vaughn family began to seek a way for their Tori to visit with us in Uganda over the summer. The details of her travels came together in short order and we decided in all the planning to keep Tori's arrival a secret and surprise our kiddos with this blessing in a fun way. So with resolve and dedication we all stayed quiet about Tori's plan.
It worked Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053667800441739156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15448288.post-226453715435590522016-08-08T17:50:00.000+03:002016-08-08T21:51:56.593+03:00For Glenwood
I love you Glenwood family.
The story of our coming to you
fills me with joy, hope and faith every time I recall it.
We remain, all these years
later, exceedingly grateful to run this race with you.
Prologue
My Uncle Tommy and Aunt Pat moved to Tyler when I was really young. I
remember that we all thought it was very far away. I mean it was EAST TEXAS for
goodness sakes! After they Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053667800441739156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15448288.post-89101327499032676432016-07-10T10:00:00.000+03:002016-07-10T11:25:38.163+03:00Unlikely
(a remix from the archives)
Jeff is a delightful story teller. A master really. I've always admired it. He told me stories from the first time I met him and I was as taken by them as the crowds who love his stories now.
But those stories aren't what convinced me.
Instead, I was convinced in that one moment when I said all those things.
Things I hadn't spokenCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053667800441739156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15448288.post-37837105604196208582016-07-03T15:34:00.000+03:002016-07-03T16:21:35.854+03:00I Will Sing
“The boundary lines have fallen for
me in pleasant places…” Psalm 16:6
There are moments
when this isn’t so much a stated belief as it is an elusive longing.
There are moments
when a current reality feels so very un-pleasant that assurance wanes.
Doubt and despair.
They really are so difficult.
And common.
“I will sing the Lord’s praise,
for he has been good to me.”
Psalm Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053667800441739156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15448288.post-90890221990942961202016-06-19T16:06:00.002+03:002016-06-19T16:12:48.047+03:00Some Stuff About My Dad
*My Dad has been asked to officiate SO MANY weddings. When
I was little, Dad and I were kind of a package deal--one preacher with a flower
girl side kick. I really liked having a fancy dress and being a part of such a
grown-up occasion that my Dad had an important role in. We always took a
picture together before-hand and I liked standing on a stool so I would be
taller. Somehow it all Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053667800441739156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15448288.post-78609875194432067672016-05-26T21:19:00.000+03:002016-05-26T21:19:45.301+03:00A Hand to Hold
I can well remember my
Mam-ma’s hands.
So much of my time with her was spent watching those hands
serve.
Cooking, baking, making me a sandwich.
Playing cards, sewing, holding
my hand in church while I sat on her lap.
I’d know her hands anywhere
by sight and by feel.
Her hands loved me. Which is
why I think of them so often…
“The
poor and needy search for water,Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053667800441739156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15448288.post-35097652703419761562016-05-08T11:56:00.001+03:002016-05-08T11:56:27.887+03:00Some Stuff About My Mom
Sometimes memories spin so commonly in my brain I forget
that I am not acknowledging them out loud. My Mom’s influence in my life is
constant in what I remember and what I value. Here are some things I think
about more often than I say:
*One summer, when I was 10 or 11 Mom drove me to the county library,
registered me for my very own library card and then patiently waited while I
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053667800441739156noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15448288.post-76543690520786594112016-05-07T09:49:00.000+03:002016-05-07T09:49:11.779+03:00Remember When by Kinley Cash
today's post by Kinley Cash
Remember when you had a dream
Remember when it wasn't what it seemed
Remember when you met a man
Remember when he introduced your heart to a far-away land
Remember when you thought you knew
Remember when God called you
Remember when Home was far away
Remember how different that is today
Remember when you had a dear little dream
Remember that Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053667800441739156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15448288.post-87940149767418105662016-05-02T09:32:00.000+03:002016-05-02T09:38:11.356+03:00Hope Under Fire
Some days the
difficult multiplies exponentially no matter what we do. The last few weeks have
been full of those days for us. Sickness, grieving hearts, conflict management
among those we love here—all the stuff of life that can accumulate tired and
empty before we recognize the toll.
The most
difficult things can happen when we already feel weak and tired.
A week ago, on
Saturday Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053667800441739156noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15448288.post-73035928096002330442016-03-27T06:30:00.000+03:002016-05-02T08:46:44.745+03:00Seventy-five Pounds of Spices
John chapter 19 is one of those places I am tempted to skim.
I know the story. I understand it. I believe it.
I am so thankful for it.
But it’s details are a relentless read.
It hurts so much—all that chaos and cruelty.
Such bloodlust stirred on that Preparation Day.
The Friday the Jewish leaders worked frenzied to make all
the silence of Saturday possible.
His own Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053667800441739156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15448288.post-24956491155977910032016-03-10T12:57:00.000+03:002016-03-10T22:05:03.442+03:00There is No Time Like the Present
I love two
countries. And I love their people. The two countries have felt so different to
me in most ways. But currently both of my beloved homes ache and groan in similar fashion.
On a recent
visit to our capital city we found the streets moving unexpectedly slow and
quiet, with an edge of disconcerting emptiness. On that same day but in a
completely different accent my social media feeds Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053667800441739156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15448288.post-73921642858218216422016-02-23T13:36:00.001+03:002016-02-23T13:36:57.043+03:00From Aunt Cheryl, With Love
(words reposted from the archives;
a sentiment still echoing in my heart)
Dear Presley,
Welcome to the world little girl! Are you aware of the
fact that people in Uganda were waiting for the news of your arrival?! Eagerly
awaiting every tiny detail of You! You have hair! You weigh 7lbs! You are
healthy! Every picture that floated over the web was studied and gushed over.
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053667800441739156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15448288.post-9989106845988910352016-02-17T20:11:00.000+03:002016-02-17T20:11:57.000+03:00Mercy
Several years ago a young man named Daniel and his sister were
in an accident. The sister died and the young man suffered debilitating breaks
to both legs and a severe head injury that caused brain damage. In the years to
follow the young man suffered with his physical wounds and with the grief over
the loss of his sister.
Today that young man's body was recovered from a nearby crater lake Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053667800441739156noreply@blogger.com1