A Legacy in Ruth Bell Graham

I recently spent some time at The Cove -- The Billy Graham Training Center -- in Asheville NC. While there, I got to deepen my appreciation for the woman behind Billy Graham, Ruth Bell Graham. I wish I had learned more about her before she went home to be with the LORD. Ruth seemed to embody a lot of the qualities I was seeking when my son was growing up. I would have liked to have known more about her, perhaps even written to her at some point. She appeared to have a handle on the day-to-day; I felt very much like I moved from one crisis to the next.

Part of that, I suppose, was the fact that I did not have Christ in my life until I was 28. In fact, my son led me to Christ when I was pregnant. The LORD had impressed upon me that I was indeed carrying a miracle; that He has plans for this child. The LORD's impression was so strong, in fact, that I immediately knew it was God, and He was serious. From that time on, my quest to know as much as I could about God took off like a rocket. My husband did not have any interest in a church--I had only the radio for my information. Late at night, a Christian radio station would come in clear, and I soaked up scripture like a sponge.

I had accepted Jesus (in words only) when I was 19 years old. It was a very matter-of-fact,"Yeah, so, what now?" attitude. I didn't think very much of it. But GOD didn't forget me. He took my decision seriously. (Even if I didn't.)

A divorce and a remarriage later, the LORD gently reminded me of my commitment and His words to me. God grew my husband and I in wisdom so we would be able to answer my son's questions, which came at a fast clip. Not having any godly family to look to for direction, I sought the Holy Spirit and a local church. God did not disappoint.

But I did wonder about the legacy I was leaving. I had those moments when I drove my son to exasperation. Those moments when I uttered hurtful words I can never take back. Sure, I'm better now, 20+years later, yet not near where I'd like to be. But what kind of memories did I create?

What legacy will I be leaving?

What will my son take away from his childhood?

Will he remember my joy in him? My delight in his antics?

I hope he remembers the laughter.

I Still Don't Feel Like It! (But I'm Gonna Be Still)

I confess I started writing this blog post before I left for North Carolina on August 28th. I've had some strange symptoms happening for the last 3 months or so; hence the not-feeling-like-it post. The day I was supposed to leave for my 10+ hour drive, I still wasn't sure if I would physically make it. I literally kicked satan out the door in the Name of Jesus and left, figuring I would drive as far as I was able, before the cramping and icky stuff started. Nine hours later, I arrived in Hillsdale VA. Not one emergency stop was necessary. Stops, yes. Emergency stops, no.

I arrived at The Cove, the Billy Graham Training Center, where the conference was being held. A little shaky, a bit of pain, but intact. The first thing I see is a banner, saying "Be Still and Know That I AM God" Yes. Breathe. Be still.

In case I missed it, there was a bigger sign inside.

The room keys. We are so conditioned to swiping our debit cards, credit cards, ID cards. Not at The Cove. Even here, we are urged to "Be Still..." and touch the key card to the lock.

Get the picture yet?

One more. I went to get ice in the machine in our lobby. I brought water to guard against dehydration and prefer it cool. Following the directions, I put the ice bucket under the dispenser, pressed the button once, and 15 seconds later, a perfect amount of ice is dispensed into my bucket.

Now I have to ask you--if man, in his wicked ways, can take care of these thoughtful details,

How much more will our Heavenly Father attend to your every need?

I know He's taken care of all my needs--especially in this past week.

How about you?