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Then Sings my Soul …. by Lori Clounie

April 12, 2017 by Lori Clounie 4 Comments

“Then Sings my Soul, my Savior God to Thee, How Great Thou Art ….”

Driving along, as without thought, I catch myself belting out this wonderful old hymn.

Cackling at the top of my lungs, I begin sensing my emotions rising, as if my heart has leaped into my throat.

My voice cracks and once again, I find myself in a sweet moment of worship.

Of course, it never fails.  

It is always on my way to a special event, make-up looking good, and then it happens.  My eyes start welling up and before I know it I’m blotchy and striped straight down my nose, from my eyes to my chin.

Worship does that.

It overwhelms me at times.  Like when the National Anthem is being played and you get a knot in your throat or when a bride walks down the isle to meet her groom, every time my heart seems to rise up and choke me with emotion.

Obviously I’m the sentimental type, but really …. worship is often like that.

Turn on the radio and bam!  A song is playing and before you know it, it zero’s in straight for the vulnerable places in your heart.  The place that takes you to God on your knees.

Then sings my soul…

I miss when my soul doesn’t sing, doesn’t plead for God.

I’ve grown to recognize and hate that void, those empty times when my soul is parched.

I know it all too well, the way to this desert.   I can find my way without a GPS.

Unfortunately, I’ve navigated it a few too many times over the years.

It begins unintentionally.

I find myself giving God my “last” five minutes of a busy day.

The day turns into a week and before I know it, I am parched, longing and thirsty for God.

Matthew 5:6  

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied. ”      

Then sings my soul…  

When I “live” in the land of plenty, of deep waters, of fertile soil,  I am not parched.

My soul is satisfied, my thirst is quenched.

It is then that my soul sings out to God in gratitude.

It is in this abundance of joy, when I’m embracing His daily presence in my life that my heart is elevated to praise.

A lesson learned?  Yes.

A lesson “relearned” year after year?  Yes.

I often wonder … will I ever learn?

 It is only in my time spent with God that I can truly find complete satisfaction.

I “want” to hunger and thirst for Jesus instead of the things of this world.

I “want” to be more like Jesus.

Because I know that “only then,” will I be satisfied.

Look deep into your heart.

Are you parched?  Are you thirsty?

Come out of the desert and into His presence.

Satisfaction, guaranteed.

 

 

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Getting Strong ~ Reflections!

October 28, 2016 by Lori Clounie 1 Comment

A few weeks ago I began going to our local YMCA.   I’m focusing on “getting strong” and this is one area that I am excited to tackle.  Well, that was until I actually “went” to tackle it.    Taking the first steps towards change are always the hardest but with a little “perspective,” an awkward moment can hopefully transition into an empowering one.

Alas, my awkward moment ……

It had been over a year since I last walked through these intimidating doors.

Today I am facing them again.

Don’t get me wrong, I actually (well mostly) enjoy coming here, but it always seems that some “excuse” arises from the deep and I don’t go.

So, today I’m pushing back.

Too much work at the office?   Not enough time?  Maybe I should just go next week.

“Next” week is here and so here I am.

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I’m excited.  I’ve got my bright blue sneakers on and I am ready to go for it.

Well, that is until I catch my reflection.     

(Wow.  Didn’t see that one coming.)

A woman is simultaneously walking through the next set of doors just a few steps in front of me.

My enthusiasm is busted and so is my motivation.

Seriously, I’m the same size as her?

As I had watched her approach the doors just a few seconds ago, I had given her a hearty  “bravo” and secretly applauded her for her determination to “show up” despite her non-athletic appearance.

“Good for her!”  I thought, not knowing that in just moments  I would be judged by my own standards .

In I plow, sarcastically saying “bravo” under my breath for my efforts.

I check in with a deflated smirk and after 30 minutes of “squats,” and other such things,  I decide to start walking on the outside track.

The idea of her image aligning with mine kept resurfacing as I walked.

Why is this so bothersome?

Realizing that this is the image you all see was humbling to me.

As I walk, my thoughts start churning and as always I start trying to draw a lesson out of this.

I think of God.

If Jesus were standing directly in front of me, would “who I am” align within the image of “who He is?”

Seeing my reflection in the boundaries of this woman left me embarrassed of myself.

But what if I could see my reflection in the picture of Christ, how would this make me feel?

Getting stronger can be difficult.

It stretches us.

Today, I looked in the “mirror” physically and spiritually.

1 Corinthians 13:12  “For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face.  Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.”

It was a hard moment, but as with any change, in order to become who we want to be, we have to acknowledge and realize who we are.

Knowing I am fully known, fully loved is a great start.

 

 

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Getting Strong! by Lori Clounie

October 7, 2016 by Lori Clounie 6 Comments

“Getting strong.”   Just the words seem “positive.”

As I read them again, they seem to indicate weakness is present.  Maybe it is?

I’ve been thinking about my life lately.  What I’ve done.  Who I am.

Don’t get me wrong, I am pleased with who I’ve become and who I am, but I often wonder if it’s enough.

Am I enough?

Have I settled in areas of my life because I can?

So, after months of contemplating this, and prayer, though maybe not enough, (we’ll see), I’m putting myself out there in true fashion.

Vulnerable.  Transparent.   Well, at least at this first writing (snickering under breath.)

Getting strong.   Physically.  Emotionally.  Spiritually.

Each area has it’s strength, it’s weakness.  My goal is not to be super woman, just better.

I may fail.  Deep down I guess I think I probably will.  But I still need to try to prove to myself “I can.”

I understand if this is the place where you want to “unsubscribe” from my blog.  I might if I were you.

But this is for me.  This is to take off the mask of “perfection.”  Though I doubt this has ever been a word used in alignment with my name.

Flaws are good.  They make the rest of us feel normal.  So today, the mask is off, or at the very least untied.

Maybe you are at that same place in your life?  You want more.

More of life, more of God, more of yourself.

Just more.

Today, I’m getting strong.

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“Stuff” by Lori Clounie

July 11, 2016 by Lori Clounie 9 Comments

This winter I spent many days going through closets and rooms trying to purge unwanted material things.

What I found was keeping things had more to do with my “heart” than my “need.”

I was amazed at the collection of “sentimental” items I had stored away over the years.  My children’s toys, their tiny faded shoes; my mothers things that at one time seemed my only link to “holding on” to her once she passed away and my favorite crazy hoarding moment, the dress I was wearing when my husband first saw me over 30 years ago (he loved that dress, that moment … and well, yes, silly as it seems, I still have it).

Over and over this verse kept pounding away in my brain,

Matthew 6:19-21  “Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal.  But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys, and where thieves do not break in or steal; for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”

In a fun moment I wrote this short little poem ….. hoping you can relate!

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“Stuff”
Candles and vases, baskets and kettles,
Flowers, like roses with soft velvet petals.
Pictures and memories stored wrapped in a box, a brown paper sack in the corner with rocks.
I’m sifting and purging along as I go, shifting the boxes from high down to low.
Why would I save this old torn up smock? And what should I do with all of these socks?
I pull and I tug and I reach towards the sky, I look all around me and let out a sigh.
Digging in deeper and wanting to shout, I’ve boxed myself in, there’s no clear way out.
And just as I’m sinking and ready to quit, I settle back into my chair and I sit.
My eyes start to sparkle and tear up just so, suddenly I know why I couldn’t let it go.
The floodgates are open and my heart turns to mush.
As it all comes back swiftly, the room is a hush.
So much of my history, my heart burst within.
How do I part and where to begin?
A subtle soft whisper is slight in my ear, reminding me kindly it’s better to share!
So I start up again and sift left and sift right, mindful of others with all of my might.
I box and I bag and I cinch it up tight and before I know it, it is already night.
So next time I walk through the store with my cart
I’ll think less of myself and think more with my heart.

 

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Psalm 150 ~ Let Everything Praise The Lord

August 19, 2015 by Lori Clounie Leave a Comment

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Psalm 150 

Praise the Lord!

Praise God in his sanctuary; praise him in his mighty deeds; praise him according to his excellent greatness!

Praise him with trumpet sound; praise him with lute and harp!

Praise him with tambourine and dance;  praise him with strings and pipe!

Praise him with sounding cymbals; praise him with loud clashing cymbals!

Let everything that has breath praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord!

Praying for you dear friends and family that your hearts are lifted up to praise the King of Kings, that everything within you rejoices, knowing that we serve a mighty God!

Take heart and rejoice!  He is worthy of our praise!

Lori

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“Shadow Dweller”

August 4, 2015 by Lori Clounie 4 Comments

Psalm 91:1 ” He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.”

When I think about “shadows,”  I instantly think of places that wallow in the dark.

Numerous Girl Scout outings can most likely be blamed for this crazy notion.
Silly stories were conjured up mostly consisting of ghosts, goblins and such.

Huddled close by the camp fire or burrowed deep in the corner of a dark tent, we each embellished our stories making them bigger than life itself.

I’m on the first step … I’m on the second step … I’m on the … “Boo!” You get the pattern!

As a child I found myself intrigued by these fabrications that would bring a stand of bristles to my neck and a scream that would challenge any true actress.   Looking back I have to laugh at the story lines that once had me frozen in my seat.

Yet as with anything, there are consequences.

Mine is the wild imagination I have been left with as an adult.
It often takes over, vividly portraying the worst case scenario around every corner, while conjuring up fearful images that might lurk about.
I am thankful as I have “grown up” in the Lord these images have “lessened” and “faith” has taken their place.

But today as I read, my mind is opened up to a whole new image of “being in the shadow.”

This is a place quite opposite of all the wild places my mind wants to take me.

For this is a place to abide,
a place of protection,
and a place without fear.

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As my mind wraps itself around this visual picture, I imagine an eagle with its wings spread wide, sheltering everything beneath its span.

The word “dwell” jumps off the page and I begin to wonder about the full meaning of this word,
so of course I do what any techno savvy woman would do, I look it up on “Google.”

 Definition of the Word “Dwell” ~~
To remain for a time; To keep your attention directed ; To live as a resident; 

Do I “dwell” in the shelter of the Most High?

The definition itself answers my question.

Often I remain for a time.
My own distractions seem to take me out of the “abiding” mode.

I find myself placing my faith in my own abilities.
Tragically I fail each time in my own strength and find myself back at Jesus’ feet asking for forgiveness.

This leads me to the next definition.

“To keep your attention directed!”

As my Grandmother aged, I was intrigued by her walk with Jesus. 

So one day out of the blue, I asked.
“Grandma, at what age did it become easy for you to be consistent in reading your Bible each day?”

Now mind you, my Grandma Dorothy loved the Lord greatly.

I can see her now, sitting in her arm chair, reading her Bible.  This image is truly ingrained on my heart, as it was a daily occurrence for her.

I was certain she must have the secret to “enjoying” a disciplined Bible time with the Lord.

I was shocked at her answer!

            Without hesitation, she answered me quite directly.

            “Never!”

I sat baffled as I thought about all of the memories that included her much worn out Bible sitting on her aged lap, pages crinkled and bent with thousands of scribbles written in its margins.

           “Never?”
           “93 years old!   It’s never gotten easier?  Even at your age?”

            “No, but Lori, it has always been worth it!”

Grandma’s words have stuck with me.

I remember thinking as a young believer, that as I “matured” (said with a twinge of sarcasm), this journey must get easier.

But it is not easier. It is not a breeze.

I find I have to be intentional on every front.

God’s Word has become the map and guide that directs me towards living out my faith.

I read the remainder of the definition.

My heart smiles and shouts out a grand “alleluia!”  Now this part I can do!

“To live as a resident.”  Heaven comes to mind and God’s promises come to the forefront of my thoughts.

John 3:16 “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.”

My mind grapples with this new way of thinking.

To dwell, to remain, to live as a resident, free from fear, free from my own expectations.

I sit. Pondering this new imagery of the word, “shadow.”

I redirect my attention to remaining, to dwelling, to residing.

As I do, my Grandma Dorothy’s words are impressed upon my heart, settled firmly in my mind.

Knowing that for this moment I will choose to dwell until the day I will reside with Him forever.

Easy? No.

Worth it? Definitely!

 

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Snuba? I don’t think so!

May 18, 2015 by Lori Clounie 8 Comments

Fear has a way of robbing us of our joy and holding hostage our “peace of mind”

This moment in my life helped me to clearly see how fear was doing just that!

It was back in 2010 when I had the great opportunity to visit Israel with my Pastor and Church Family. It became a “Defining Moment” for me as it not only changed my perspective, but it changed the way I live life.

“SNUBA” I don’t think so!      by Lori Clounie

“YOU CAN’T CONTROL THIS …. TRUST ME!”

Little did he know that just a week before, God had spoken these exact same words to me!

Taking in one last gulp of water, I frantically try to explain to Isaac why I am in such a panic.

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Two days ago, my friend Karin had convinced me to face my fear and tackle “Snuba” Diving in the Red Sea. She had no idea what she was asking me to do. Just the thought of being 15-20 feet underwater while breathing through a bulky mouthpiece made my heart race.

“Snuba” not “Scuba,” she assured me. Tank above the water or below …. “Only logistics,” I thought.

Tackle my fears? I don’t think so.

But somehow I have found myself here.

Here, waiting on the shore of the most equisite, most beautiful coast of Elot, Israel, just miles away from Egypt.

Here, on the edge of conquering my fear.

Here I am, squeezed into a wet suit, with my belt fastened and my harness strapped on tight!  I’ve traded my sure footed feet in for a pair of fins.

What am I doing here?   Feet in a flurry, I begin treading water in the Red Sea with my air hose spiraling off my back and a small tank topside the water!  My eyes are fixed glued to this bulky little tank, making certain it is trailing closely behind me.  No room for error today!  So with my mask and regulator all secure, we begin diving down.

A pretty sight? Uh, No. But I figure I get points for determination, no matter how goofy I look!

The underwater signs are clear.

Thumb pointed up ~ Doing Great!

Thumb pointed down ~ Not Good!

A wavering hand, side to side — Negotiable!

Isaac looks at me with a question mark on his face as my thumb frantically points downward. He counters my actions with a “thumbs up,” knowing that nothing has changed to warrant my reaction.

Within seconds I shoot straight up, surfacing quicker than a mad dash on Black Friday through Walmart.

I began playing out scenarios in my mind, convincing myself that I needed more air, more time to consider this, more control.

My breathing became shallow as panic gripped me. As quickly as the last doubt has convinced me that I was suffocating and forever trapped beneath water, my feet kicked and screamed their way to fresh air.

Breaking through I yanked off my mouthpiece and sucked in every last ounce of air. Unfortunately, gallons of sea water accompanied each breath as wave after wave plummeted my face.

For many of you this may seem extreme.

But for someone who is claustrophobic, you are probably having to work yourself down at just the thought of this.

Isaac surfaces just behind me, questioning my reasons. When none validates my actions, he looks dead on into my eyes ….

“You can’t control this Lori, you have to trust me!”

Twice these words were uttered. Isaac reaches out his hand waiting for my decision.

{My mind begins to grapple at God’s own words that have recently pierced my heart.  

Not even a week has passed where I found myself in this same quandary, seeking control and finding none.  

Different scenario, same quandary!  

But this time instead of Isaac questioning my reasons, I stood before God Himself at the Wailing Wall.  

Struggling with this same choice.

Questions with no answers.

Faith without Trust.

“You can’t control this Lori, trust me”

The words were as audible to my heart as any words spoken from God,

Trust me.

…. A vivid mental picture comes quickly to mind as I recall stretching my fingers apart, prying lose my once clenched grip and allowing my fears and hopes to fall effortlessly into God’s caring hands.

“Out of my hands and into yours, Lord.”   My heart had agreed to trust, to believe.

And yet here I am again God. Trying to trust.

Releasing my fears into your hands once more.}

A wave splashes me and brings me back to the moment in front of me.

I hold out my hand … Isaac takes it and leads me into the deeper waters. I am amazed at the beauty I see, the beauty I would have missed, had I not trusted.

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He was right. I could not control this … but I could choose.

Choose to follow. Choose to trust.

Phil. 4:6-7 Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication (pleading), with thanksgiving let your request be known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, shall guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus!

As I read this passage I begin to wonder. What are my “nothings?”

Family? Protection? Provision? …. Did I mention family?

If it is true that the “Love of Money” is the root of all Evil ….. then is it safe to say that the “Fear of Loss” is the root of all Anxiety?

I find as “fear” grips my heart, it doesn’t seem to matter the size of the loss. Fear is fear. Whether it is something as simple as air while Snuba Diving or something more valued like family, friends or protection. It seems, there is always a fear of loss when it comes to anxiety.

Panic sets in, fear overwhelms me and the peace I desire is gone. It is then that this verse confronts me.

Think of the things that keep you up at night. The next time you are worried, look at the root of your worry, your fear.

I was amazed as I did this.

Every fear, every anxiety came with the same result!

If my “fears” played out as I imagined them, there would be loss!

So trusting is placing your “nothing,” your potential “loss” in the hands of God.

Trusting that indeed He will lead you. Lead you into deeper waters. Waters that offer the beauty of peace and joy in the midst of doubt.

His hand is reached out ….The choice is whether I will reach out and take it.

“You can’t control this, I hear God say.” “You have to trust me!”

Be anxious for ” ______________!”

So what is YOUR nothing?

I encourage you to give your “Nothings” to Jesus. Remember, God always catches what we release!

Together we can know God’s peace as we trust Him to hold all that we give Him.

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“Glimmer” of Hope!

February 10, 2015 by Lori Clounie 5 Comments

I carefully reach out, trying not to overstep my balance. Though skilled at many things, a step-ladder and I do not mix well.

Give me 7 or 8 steps up this wondrous invention and you will find me frozen like a character out of a scene from a scary movie. Not willing to take the courage needed to go up the next 5 steps required to reach the top of our 12 ft. Christmas tree, I find myself in a dilemma.

It had seemed like such a great idea when ordering this amazing tree!

I could see it holding the thousands of ornaments that lay waiting to be unwrapped. Okay, well maybe not thousands, but definitely a freakish amount of bulbs and ornaments collected throughout the years. Year after year, the green branches get overloaded and the tree seems to get lost in the decorations.

But not this year!

I stand motionless.

While choosing whether to go up or down, the idea now seems a bit crazy, being that most years I am the one who decorates the top of the tree. I guess I should have thought of that before leaping ahead with such ambition.

I “gracefully” remove myself from this quandary and hand over the bragging rights to my son. Without effort he manages to scale the tree without incident. Our tree is almost complete.

The lights glimmer as I spread handfuls of faux snow across its branches. Tree limbs and branches find themselves loaded with the stories of our life, collectively spanning the years that bring us to this exact moment. They all seemingly come together and “tug” on my heart as I recall each one.
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I am always amazed at the light that fills our room each Christmas. The tree glistens and the glow coming from the corner of the room seems to illuminate the entire area. A warmth flows over me and I find myself feeling content.

Late at night after closing down the house, I find myself reflecting on the blessings God has bestowed on us this year. A calm spirit of gratefulness overcomes me and leads me into a private sort of worship. The house remains quiet and still.

I begin recounting the blessings and fortune of family and friends I have been given, the blessing of knowing God, of knowing His grace and mercy.
I begin to think of those who are lost, alone.

My heart becomes heavy as I think of those without God.

It is amazing to me how light penetrates the darkness.
It cuts through and divides.

To those in the darkness it offers hope and direction. God’s Word comes to life and I am reminded that He calls us to be the light in the darkness.

Matthew 5:14-16

“You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on a stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.”

I begin to examine my own heart, my own life.

“Do others see the hope of Jesus in me?”

“Does my life shine into the darkness and shout, “Jesus is why I have joy!?”

“Does the person who I proclaim to be and who I truly am match up and lead others to God?“

Each year these same questions seem to resonate with me as I click off the lights. Night after night, my thoughts are provoked. Uncannily, just as quickly as this celebration of Christmas is ushered in, it seems to be escorted out.
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Funny, for as excited as I was to put up our tree, I find myself dreading the process of taking it down. Stepping down from the ladder, I hold the last ornament clenched tightly in my hand, watching carefully as I try not to lose my balance.

The joy and excitement of placing them on the tree was now replaced with the monumental task of removing them.

2015-01-11_17.04.05Piles of ornaments line the table. Once again it is time to put away these small treasures that have defined my life in one way or another. Ornaments from each vacation, cut out “Santa’s” made from my children’s hands, collections of school day art projects, along with clay gingerbread men lay ready to be wrapped and stored for another year.

The ornaments that glisten are gone.
The snow is swept away.
The light stands alone.

The journey of life is much like this process.

We build our lives adding memories, stories and excitement, sprinkling it with special moments that glitter, hoping that as we do we will sparkle and shine. Often we add ministry and good intentions, offerings and often sacrifice.

But just as my Christmas tree is stripped away, so too will all the add-on’s in my own life. Though they are good, and of worthy cause, when they are all removed, what will be left?

The light that stands beneath is strong enough to stand on its own.
It shines brightly.
It offers hope.

The light that lives within me is Jesus, the Christ. My redeemer.

It is His hope that illuminates my soul and that brings forth joy.
Without His love, His gift of forgiveness, I would be without hope, without light.

As my tree goes dark, I am left alone with my thoughts …
“Is my light an annual display that turns on and off with the season or is it something that shines everyday, leading the hopeless to hope?”

If Jesus is the true “reason for the season” then together let us continue to proclaim the good news of Jesus Christ, not only as we celebrate His birth, but also His life, death and resurrection.

I want my life to shout “Jesus is my hope!”

My purpose is clear.

I have been saved by the mighty hand of God not because I am worthy,
but because He was willing!
Salvation belongs to those who ask and believe.

Are you without hope?
Know that God loves you.
And if you just ask, you too can be a person with hope!

John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him will not perish, but have everlasting life!

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“Hands Wide Open”

November 26, 2014 by Lori Clounie 1 Comment

The lessons we learn in life are reflective of the experiences we have gone through. I can remember thinking how wise my grandmothers were as they gave insight to situations that I found difficult. Both of my grandmothers have now gone on to be with their Lord, but what I realize is that each experience, each choice, each lesson molds and changes us to to have greater understanding. As we face the next “big” moment, hope is found in knowing that God not only is faithful, but is also constant as He walks us through the ups and downs of life.

I would like to share one such moment with you along my journey.
We were blessed to go to Israel in March of 2010 with our Pastor and church family.
I knew walking in the steps of Jesus would be amazing, but the transformation within myself, I did not expect.

“Hands Wide Open”
By Lori Clounie

“Control.”

My mind wants to believe that if I try hard enough, I am in control, yet once again life seems to slap me back into reality. I am reminded that this illusion I have created is only a misconception.

My bubble is popped and I am left with this truth.

Control belongs to the creator, not the created. Choice on the other hand is ours to choose.

Is it not our’s to decide if we embrace or ignore the circumstance or situation before us? Choice can involve a negative or positive reaction and has the power to change not only our perspective but also those who may be under our influence.

I have always chosen to cling, that is until God pried back my fingers and unleashed my heart, freeing me to experience this whole new viewpoint.

Today I find myself standing in front of the Wailing Wall.
A unique place indeed, yet its purpose is what draws people from every nation to visit it daily. Designed Jewish by intent; yet played out universal by desire.

Can you imagine scribbling out your deepest thoughts? Your prayers condensed, folded and twisted into a one-inch piece of paper? Your hopes left desolate, waiting in walls of stone, only to be pushed out by the next earnest visitor?

Still day after day, men and women of every nation faithfully go forward inserting their dreams, hopes and desires between the crevices of this brick structure, praying for answers from their God, Jehovah.

Today I am one of them.

My reason for being here is for the sake of tradition and intrigue, along with the minor fact that our “Holy Land” Tour Guide has brought us here. Unlike some, my belief is wasted on the spiritual purpose derived by so many at this destination, for my faith is found in a most sovereign God, who hears from our hearts not from the wall of a city.
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We begin to walk and the men separate from the women, each of our heads covered in respect. Visions of prayerful men bobbing and chanting stand just beyond the wall dividing us. I begin visually taking in this ancient Jewish ritual. Prayers and whispers fill the corridor, yet amazingly, I am not affected.

For just a moment, my mind stands still and words escape me.

I walk forward. Prayers from home are tucked closely at my side. Respectfully, I go though this act of protocol. Faces intent on the wall surround me as mumblings consume this place. Still, my heart feels empty.

Anxious thoughts move in and seem to overtake me.

Just days before our trip, I found myself faced with an awful dilemma. Work related pressures have attempted to consume me. I have pretended with smiles and disguise my anguish covering it with friendly conversation within the group. Determined to allude myself, I push them out of my mind. Once again in this moment, they have returned. Like dew on the early morning grass, they attempt to lay claim to my faith.

Pulling me. Tugging.

My heart is heavy. My hands gripped, while my mind proclaims, “I need control!”
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Truth presides and I am keenly aware, God is here. My heart cries out. Words are amiss and I am frozen as if I have never prayed before. Carefully I tuck my friend’s prayers into the slits.

I watch as hundreds have fallen out onto the ground, one person’s prayers pushed out by another.
Tears begin rolling down my face. “My life feels this way God.“

“My life is falling and crashing to the ground just as these prayers have fallen.“
I am overwhelmed and begin to draw closer to the wall.
I press my face firmly into the bricks and lift my hands, extending them over my head.

I begin widening, stretching my grip, extending my fingers as far as I can.

God floods my heart with prayers from the soul. The spirit speaks on my behalf knowing my thoughts, my fears.
“Out of my hands God and into Yours.”

I cry out and release my anxiety.
My face is drenched with tears of sorrow bathed in gratitude.
Not only are my hands wide open, but now also my heart.

My fears, my dreams, the anxiety of financial burden, our children, families, parents and my husband
….one by one each falls through this visual release and into His hands.

I am still.

God came not because of the place in which I stand, but because my heart kneels humbly before His.
Respectfully in tradition, I walk backwards noting this choice I have made.

My hands remain spread open, reminding me that it is just the beginning of this commitment.

“Out of my hands, into Yours.”

In this very moment my heart has been changed forever. God performed miracles not only tangibly but also within me. Weeks later, the challenges I faced were resolved by God’s provision, covering our needs as only He could.

What I did not realize was how quickly I would find myself on my knees, being drawn once again back to this place of release over and over again.
Today my mother Elaine is facing Stage 4 cancer. Today, just six months after my surrender of all that I hold dear, I am faced with a choice.

My hands begin to close tight, my knuckles ache and I know it is time to come again to the “wall” in my heart and and choose to let go. “Out of my hands, into Yours.”

God always catches what we release.

I find as Christians, that as we pray and release our biggest fears into His grasp, our expectation and hope is that God will spare us this pain because we belong to Him, but often He does not.

So, releasing is trusting.
Trusting that God has my heart in mind, as He knows me best.
Trusting He is sovereign, able. But trusting is more than these things.

Trusting believes through a broken heart that there is more. Much more.

My mother died just five months after her diagnosis. Heart broken I walk beside my Savior. In reflection I realize that I too lay safely in His hands, not fallen to the ground disregarded, but held.

Hands wide open Lord.
Forever changed. Forever Held.

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“Faith Beyond the Blood”

August 20, 2014 by Lori Clounie 2 Comments

It is just moments before I undergo minor knee surgery. Without notice I begin hemorrhaging. This moment is frightening, and I find myself embarrassed, bewildered and fearful of the implications it may hold. Even with modern technology some things are out of our control. The nurse seems as uncertain as I am, and though kind, she offers little comfort. Thankfully I make it through my surgery without any further delay, but this pattern continues once I return home. For the next several weeks I am at the mercy of my own body.

Stretched out on the couch, I begin pondering the woman who walked this similar journey during the time of Christ. My heart sinks as I think of her torment. In comparison my life has only been put on hold for 20 days, I can only fathom the plight of facing this stigma day after day for 12 years.

Unanswered questions taunt me and my compassion is growing for this woman as I continue in her steps. Who was she? How did she feel?

Luke 8:43,44 seems to offer me little background. As I read, I am shocked as her story is bridged within one sentence.
”And a woman who had a hemorrhage for twelve years, and could not be healed by anyone, came up behind Him, and touched the fringe of His (Jesus) cloak; and immediately her hemorrhage stopped.”

Isn’t it funny how we often skim over the hurts of others until we find ourselves facing the same heartbreak or fears?

“To empathize is to have sympathy with understanding.”

I have read this verse countless times but my focus has always been on the result, not the journey. Today my heart encompasses both and as these questions whirl around in my head, they beg answers. I find none.

My empathy is growing and as my sympathy rests, this is my heartfelt attempt to fill in the details of her life.

“FAITH BEYOND THE BLOOD” By Lori Clounie

For days I have felt sluggish. Days turned into weeks, and now years later I find myself still wondering why this horrible and vial misery has sought my life? At first it was personal, the inconvenience of it all. Once the looks began, I knew it was no longer something I could conceal. The volume and mass of my problem brought with it the stench and the smell. “Blood!”

The stigma is almost as bad as the reality. Day in and day out I carry this burden.

“Unclean.”

What must I have done to bring God’s wrath so vividly, so public?

I question Him and ponder the choices, the clues that will bring forth some answers. Yet even after all this time, silence resounds. It rings louder than any noise in my head. I consider my options. None bring back the dignity I once took for granted. How I long for friends. Just to walk among my people without ridicule or judgment. This day seems far off for me and close to non-existent.

Yet today I hear of a miracle worker.

The crowds invade Him as if they are plundering a great treasure, closing in, ready to take what they can glean. I fear I will never be able to approach such a master of the people. My fear turns into despair and elevates me to proceed with hope. So I walk.

From a far I see that I must be swift in my approach if I am to have any success. My resolve is strong as I study this man’s demeanor. A peace begins to flood my heart and I am certain of His power.

I am nothing that I should want from this man, yet I cannot help myself. “If only I could touch even the hem of His garment?”

My faith pushes me forward. The crowd is thick and intense but I press on. Coming within inches I stretch out my hand while trying to avoid getting trampled upon. I gently feel the hem of His robe. Without pause, I feel an instant rush of power surging through me and healing my body.

Fear begins gripping my heart. “What have I done?”

I turn away hoping to escape though the crowd without detection. I am swift looking to find any way out of this maze. An awkward stillness settles over the crowd. As I glance over my shoulder I see the mob parting behind me and I realize all eyes are directed at me as Jesus approaches.

Jesus asks, “Who touched my garment?”

Certainly He could not know it was I?

He looks into my eyes and reaches through to the depth of my soul shattering the penetrating silence that once stood in its place. I begin to weep.

The blood that overtook my body, my strength and my dignity has been healed indeed, but I find myself wanting more, more than the hem of his garment, wanting the entire man.

I long for His acceptance, His love and His approval.
I believe in His forgiveness, His power, His strength.

Instantly I see beyond the obvious. Others see a prophet or man of healing, but I see Him as God.
My God.

I desired healing within my body and found resolution within my heart. I touched His hem, He touched my soul. I am healed.
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Luke 8:43-48
“And a woman who had a hemorrhage for twelve years, and could not be healed by anyone, came up behind Him, and touched the fringe of His cloak; and immediately her hemorrhage stopped.
And Jesus said, “Who is the one who touched me?” And while they were all denying it, Peter said, “Master the multitudes are crowding and pressing upon You.”
But Jesus said, “Someone did touch Me, for I was aware that power had gone out of Me.”
And when the woman saw that she had not escaped notice, she came trembling and fell down before Him, and declared in the presence of all the people the reason why she had touched Him, and how she had been immediately healed. And He said to her, “Daughter, your faith has made you well; go in peace.”

Dear friends, may you too find yourself wanting more; more of this man called Jesus, who heals, who loves, who accepts and who forgives. Today may you find enough courage to trust Him and walk forward, pressing on in your faith!

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