Friend of Comfort

The one that you trusted so much, was untrustworthy with your heart, and now they are your lost one.  It feels safer to climb up onto a shelf and watch life, rather than allowing someone else into your heart again.  So many tell you to move on, or get over it, or their words communicate their thoughts of “why are you still hurting”?  Whether platonic or romantic, your lost one, possesses a piece of your heart, and you have a piece of theirs.  That aching that you feel from time to time, is the void that was left in your heart, when they left your life.


Hopefully as you learn to trust again, a friend of comfort will come into your life.  They won’t be able to fill the void that the other one left, but that’s alright, because they will make their own special home in your heart.


How will you recognize a Friend of Comfort?  They won’t tell you to get over it, because they might have a void in their heart from a lost one, and they might still be hurting.  They will understand and be patient with you, when you grieve.  They will tell you kind things, like when you feel a tugging on your heart, it is your lost one tugging from wherever they are, and that they must be remembering and missing you, because you played such a special part in their life.  They will remind you that rebuilding after an emotional storm, is a process.  They will encourage you when you’ve seen your lost one, or heard from them, and feel as though all of the rebuilding that you’ve done, has been for nothing.  They will see that you are strong and compassionate, and they will tell you so.  They will see that you are special and beautiful, and they will make sure that you believe it.  They will see that you have a heart that can comfort, because it knows pain.


I have been blessed with friends of comfort entering my life, and this post is dedicated to them.  Each one has played a very special part in rebuilding me, after the storms that have hit in my life.  They each are a piece to my puzzle, and this has become a beautiful puzzle.  Some are sensitive.  Some are quirky.  Some are hilarious.  All are smart, honest, loyal and fun to have in my life.  They persist in telling me that I’m special.  They have proven to me that I am worthy and deserving of having true and loyal friends, that also have the capacity to give back to me.  I’m just so thankful for each one of them.


Come on down from that shelf.  You’ve learned a lot about who to trust, and how to trust.  There is a friend of comfort waiting, because they need a friend of comfort too, and that might be you.


2  Corinthians 1:3-4 All praise to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ.  He is the source of every mercy, and He comforts us.  He comforts us in all of our troubles, so that we can comfort others.  When others are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort that God has given us.


That First Step

It’s so natural for us to get bogged down in the negatives of life, or even the trivial details of living life.  Perhaps you’re dealing with many challenges right now.  It can be overwhelming.  This is not a think positive post, because I know that these difficulties are real, and they cannot be positive mental attituded away.  Instead, I’m asking you to hit them head on.  Take the actions that are within your ability or resources, and don’t forget to search for, and focus on, the blessings that already exist in your life.


I’m writing with my knee propped on a pillow.  I really have no idea what I did to injure my knee.  It might have been when I stumbled off of some unfamiliar steps a few months ago while moving boxes, or perhaps, it is as simple as turning 54.  This bum knee has been the source of a lot of angst lately.  I love to dance in the privacy of my own home, and that’s not as easy, or enjoyable as before.  Also, I must work out, or I gain weight – rapidly in fact.  Right now, I’m 5 pounds up and my clothes don’t fit correctly.  My modified workouts don’t feel effective.  I know that I should go to see a doctor, but we are within a month of moving into our new home.  I’m in a conundrum.  I’m not comfortable sitting and watching others put my house together, or letting others take care of me.  I’m a worker bee by nature, but I’m concerned that if I attempt to do this move, in my current condition, I’ll do more damage.  I’m not exactly hitting this head on, am I?  The pain and indecision nags at me. That’s it – I’m going to put some action behind my words.  I just got up, grabbed my insurance card, performed a few Google searches, made a few phone calls, and presto! – I have an appointment with a doctor.  I’m now unstuck and moving forward.  It was that simple – I took the first step, and then I’ll take the next and the next and the next.  I’m no longer focusing on the uncertainty of how it’s all going to work out, but I’m focused on doing what I have to do, to feel better.


Once I took the first step, things moved rapidly.  Suddenly, the appointment that I had made for the following week, was being rescheduled for the next day.  When I went to see the doctor, he examined me and sent me for x-rays.  Once I returned to his office that afternoon, we reviewed the x-rays together.  He remarked that I had a gorgeous set of generally healthy knees, and he determined that I have a meniscus tear in one knee.  We began working on scheduling the surgery, which has now been set for next Thursday.  My doctor thinks that I’ll heal quickly.  I should be good as new, and busting my moves a couple weeks after surgery.


Was that so hard?  I was completely psyching myself out.  The current complicated nature of my life, didn’t make things easy, but I just needed to take a step, and get moving forward.  What do you have going on in your life that’s nagging you, or bogging you down?  What’s the very first thing that you need to do?  Take that first step today, and start moving forward.

This Post Has No Title

I’m finally ready to admit it – I’ve been struggling to write and post each week.  I’ve been limping along for several months now.  It began in March, when we put our house up for sale.  Then the house sold, and the inspections and packing began.  In April, we bought land, and continued to plan our new home, and then the move in May.  Our only choice, was to move into a house which is thirty miles from where we are building.  As you can imagine, this has caused some difficulties.  In June, my daughter’s wedding was cancelled, and I found myself helping her to get back onto her own two feet again.  In July, my newly driving son began driving to his first job, which is a construction job, thirty miles away.  In August, miles and miles of road repairs began on the only road to town, making our thirty-minute drive, more like an hour.  Then, another obstacle hit.  It isn’t a physical time barrier to writing, like the ones that I’ve listed above.  It is an emotional barrier.  Several weeks ago, I learned that one person, who has been very important to me, stopped following my page.  It took the wind out of my sail.  I’m not sure why they’ve unfollowed me.  I’ve looked back, read old posts, and searched my own heart.  Did I do or say something offensive?


The sadness and disappointment that I’ve felt over these last several weeks, has left me feeling defeated.  You might be wondering how one follower could be so important to me?  Well, for many reasons – they just are.  Each and every one of you represent a person, not just a number – some of you comment regularly, and you are a friend to me.  What am I doing about this sadness and disappointment?  I’ve been praying about it a lot, and now I’m opening up and sharing it with you too.  Beyond that, there’s not much that I can do.  As I’ve shared my sadness with my husband, he remarked “go back to what you love”.  He explained “when you first started writing, you always said that if you reached, or helped even one person, it was worth all the struggle and effort”.


I am writing to each of you today, to tell you that I am struggling to write, but I’m going back to what I first loved about it.  I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep up with my normal writing schedule, but when I do post, it will be to reach someone out there that needs to be encouraged.  Someone that needs to feel that they aren’t alone.  Someone that needs to know that their struggle is not uncommon.  Someone that needs to see that there is a path to hope.

“Look for the Helpers”

I’ve watched quite a bit of news these last several weeks.  Way more than I usually do.  The news turns me off – too much fact spinning and ugliness.  I’ve watched because, I was either concerned about those dealing with the hurricanes, or those dealing with wildfires and the dangerous air quality issues resulting from the smoke.  The news is depressing, but then I happened to see a great interview.  Do you remember Fred Rogers from Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood?  He was talking about something that he’d learned from his dear mother.  She taught him that whenever scary things happen, “look for the helpers – they’re always there”.  Yes, they are Mrs. Rogers, and I very much appreciate those words today.


Yes, disasters bring out the worst in human nature, but they also bring out the best.  Neighbors banding together to help a woman in a high-risk pregnancy and the worst of conditions, to safely deliver her baby.  A man using his jet-ski to evacuate others to safety.  The families of first responders, having to deal with the disaster and worry alone, because their loved one must go and serve their community.  A man giving the last generator to a woman who needed it for her oxygen tank dependent father.  Medical and mental health personnel, putting their lives on hold, to be deployed to deal with the aftermath of disasters.


America.  When disaster strikes, there is no question of whether or not someone deserves assistance.  They aren’t asked about their religious beliefs, or political views.  The color of skin isn’t a factor.  We aren’t who the political machine says that we are.  We need not believe the loud voice, that says we are weak minded, and that words can destroy us.  We are brave enough to help each other, and selfless enough to sacrifice for each other, and tough enough to listen to each other, and we can be respectful when we disagree with each other.  We are Americans.

Don’t Rush It

Remember the popular saying “spend quality time”?  This idea was born out of the legitimate need that all children have – the need of time with their parents, and time to be parented.  As a mother, I always felt that the quality time theory was flawed.  What children really need is quantity time, but most two parent households are being supported by two incomes, and most one parent households are struggling to put food on the table, and fuel into the tank.  Quantity time is a rarity, and the shortage exists in all of our relationships – marriage, children, friends, aging parents, and our most important relationship – our heavenly Father.

I’m honored to be thought of as a prayer warrior.  I’m in church every week.  I read God’s word daily.  I’ve served in ministry non-stop for many years.  All good things, but I reached a point where something felt amiss.  I believed that I was close to God – I speak to Him almost constantly throughout my waking hours, but I longed for something that I wasn’t experiencing.  I longed for a vibrant relationship with God.  I began to realize that I was too busy for God, but not busy enough, just being with Him.

It happened purely by accident, or did it?  After months and months of challenges, that continually drove me to God – all day long in fact, I found myself living in a dark dreary temporary home, which is also located in a very remote location.  The only relief that I could get from the depressing interior of this house, was to go outside.  I’m a mushroom, and cannot spend much time in the sun, so I found a shady spot on the back deck and began taking a cup of coffee out there in the morning.  At first, I spent five or ten minutes and headed back indoors to tackle my to-do list.  I’m a homemaker, and I also still work my home business, homeschool my son, write and I tend to the details of building our house.  After a few days, I found myself staying out longer to pray, read God’s word, and journal about the amazing things that I was learning.  Truthfully, after weeks of this, I could now spend limitless amounts of time with my heavenly Father out on that deck, but my family is really attached to clean laundry and home prepared food.  Time – there is no substitute for spending time, to build a relationship.  Time where you are completely focused on the one that you’re with.  There is just no substitute for spending undistracted time with God.

I’d been crying out for months to Him.  “I want more of You.”  “I want this relationship that I hear others rave about.”  “I want to feel Your presence.”  “I want Your word to come alive when I read it.”  “I want Your power in my daily life.”  He met me out on that deck.  There was nothing else to distract me except a busy squirrel or the circling bald eagles hunting for breakfast, but even they drew me back to praising the Creator.   He changed me on that deck.  He walked me through conviction, repentance, forgiveness, acceptance and obedience.  He has held my hand and told me to wait and be patient.  This time is so sweet, I began to fear losing it.  I’ve already made plans of where I’ll continue this time, once I’m in our new home.  Recently, God allowed a situation to arise, and I did very nearly lose my peace with Him.  He gave me a taste and I didn’t like it – bitter not sweet.  I persisted out on that deck, and He met me again.  This time, He held my hand and walked me down the path of obedience, even when the personal cost was very high.  He said, I have something better for you.  As I write this, He is carrying me, while He fights a battle for me, and this I know for sure, His methods will be pure and powerful.


Quantity time – time where it’s you and Him.  This is where His power is.  This is where our transformation happens, and He changes our desires into His desires.  This is where we the branches, attach to Him our Vine, and He brings forward the beautiful fruit of faith, peace, obedience and patience.   Don’t get discouraged if this doesn’t work perfectly for you.  Persist through the internal and external distractions.  Read His word as slowly as you need to – camp on a verse or passage for as many days as you want to.  If you are seeking God’s direction on an issue, stay there for weeks if necessary – either He’ll give you an answer, or He will actually change your heart to align with His desires for you.  God never feels rushed and you shouldn’t either.  This is where He unrolls the carpet, and you see the pathway of the hope of a future, designed by the One who wants to give you His best – which is the very best.

A Little Bubble, Perk and Joy

She’s a bit bubbly, and she smiles a lot too.  When she was a little girl, her Daddy nicknamed her “Smiley”.  Her life isn’t perfect, and she doesn’t always feel happy.  She has just as many heartaches, struggles and challenges as the next woman, but she was created with a perky personality, and she can usually find the bright side, in most situations.  Sometimes she even laughs through her tears. She has felt self-conscience about these traits, but she is arriving at a place where she accepts, and even values the positive aspects of her personality.  Who is this woman? It’s ME – Madeline Eatenton.


Hello, I am Bubbly, and my bubble, perk and joy isn’t always tolerated well by other women.  I am sure that I’ve annoyed a few women, and sometimes women just don’t like me at all.  Some of these women were created with a personality that is more subdued, and as for the others – your guess is as good as mine. I will call the subdued woman, Somber.  Somber is akin to a regal feline, perched high.  Her demeanor is reserved.  Bubbly is a bouncy, energetic, friendly puppy that just wants to play.  She could be friends with almost anyone.  Somber doesn’t really understand Bubbly, but if she gives her a chance, they can teach each other great lessons about life.  I now have women friends that fit into the somber category.  They are open to my bubble.  We appreciate each other and our differences.  I value their influence greatly, and I believe that they value mine.


For my fellow Bubbles – a Somber may have difficulty relating to you, but she’s still open to the possibility.  Beware of another type of woman that doesn’t understand you – she may have a somber demeanor, but she has already decided that you won’t be entering her life.  She will use various tactics and behaviors to make you feel disliked and unwelcome, and her manipulation can be so powerful, that you might believe that you are the problem.


Women of all personalities, shapes and sizes are sisters.  We understand each other, and relate in ways that only sisters can.  We can value each other, and realize that there is something to learn from other types of women.  Instead of being turned off by a personality type, try examining her integrity.  Is she open, kind, giving, honest and non-manipulative?  If so, let her add her own unique brand of personality to your life.


Fellow bubbly: you and I must learn to temper our effervescence just a little, at least until we know whether it’s safe to pop the cork, and let the bubbly flow.  Remember, when another woman doesn’t accept you, it is not about you.  She may be dealing with her own insecurities, heart issues, emotional difficulties, mental illness, or at the very least, she simply isn’t able to understand you.  You will learn to recognize the men and women that appreciate you for who you are – that Bubbly that naturally exudes a little sparkle and joy.

We Just Have to Look

Lot’s wife ignored the warning and looked back, and she became of pillar of salt.  God’s love letter is full of warnings, but do we believe that it is motivated by the deepest love and concern in existence, or do we view God’s word more like the words of an angry parent shaking their finger?


Yesterday, I was privileged to share an entire hour praying with my beloved sister in Christ, Shazam.  This isn’t her real name – it is my term of endearment for her, because she fits the definition – (an introduction of an extraordinary deed, story, or transformation) – she’s shazam! in my book.  She is raising littles and I am raising teens.  There is a vast difference in age – she in her early 30’s, me in my mid 50’s, but I was amazed by our similarities as she shared her mother’s heart with our Lord.  She expressed her deep concern that her little girls would be wise and heed the warnings, to not look up at the solar eclipse.  She thought it silly to pray about this, but my heart was ministered to – I had been experiencing these same concerns for days.  You see, I am raising young adults.  Both are away from my presence most of the time now.  This hen no longer gathers her chicks.  They are out in the world adulting, and I am very aware that I can no longer protect them from everything.  God is teaching me to let go.  God is teaching me to trust in the One, who loves my children even more than I do.


When Shazam finished praying, I prayed too.  As I handed my children to their King, I realized the spiritual implications that are at play.  Why do humans always want to look, even though we’ve been warned to look away?  It made me realize that we are all mischievous or rebellious children, ignoring a loving parental warning.  I’ll just do it – invincible I am.  I can play with a little fire – I won’t get burned.  Sin is exciting for a season, but there is a consequence to pay.  Looking at the eclipse for a moment is exciting, but there will be a consequence to pay, and like sin, sometimes the consequence will last a lifetime.


God doesn’t warn us to take the fun out of life.  He warns us, so that we can live a full, abundant life.  Life with less heartache.  Life without the aftermath of the consequence of looking at, or touching the fire of sin.  He is the perfectly loving Parent, who wants the most incredible good for us.  I will commit this day, to being an obedient child, and wait for the good that He has planned for me.

Deep Within

I am your greatest earthly treasure, but you’ve placed me upon a shelf. You pour yourself into things, that will be tossed away tomorrow. Look at me! Strangers, acquaintances and friends affirm me for a season, but you don’t see my gifts. Look at me! You see my adornments and your hands and lips examine the jewels, but you don’t see my heart and mind. Look at me! You praise my efforts, but always with a suggestion. Look at me! I am only a whisper away from you, but you don’t see the tears in my eyes. Look at me! What do I want? I do want you to be thrilled by my adornments, I do want you to praise my best, but I also want you to be amazed by my heart and my mind. Who am I? Don’t look at me, but look deep within me.


This statement could have been written by any married woman living today or throughout history. It is incredibly common for a wife to feel this way.  She isn’t necessarily depressed or not functioning, but she feels emptiness.  She needs encouragement.  She needs her best efforts to be praised, without an added criticism, in the form of a suggestion.  She needs to feel valued.  She needs all of her gifts and abilities to be appreciated, instead of being seen as problems or complications.  She needs you to be amazed by every part of her – her mind, body and soul.  She needs you to believe, and show her, that she is the butter to your bread.


Husbands, I’m trying to help you to help yourselves.  If any of the above sounds familiar, your wife is needing you to go to school.  She needs you to love her, by studying her.  She is worth the effort.  Your marriage is worth the effort.  Make her your lifelong learning project.  A man learning about a woman, is an attractive man.  I know it’s hard and probably foreign to you, since she is a strange and wonderful creature, but anything that is important, requires time and effort.  She doesn’t find it easy and natural, but she tries to make your physical needs her priority and put you before the children.


Women are relational, soft-hearted and responsive. Women have a deep need to be understood. If you remove the outward beauty and all of the tasks that she completes, you will find her essence. Her essence is her qualities and character. It is her own unique set of gifts, given to her by her Creator. Does she seem to attract those that you deem as unlovely? Is she kind, thoughtful and generous – putting others above herself? Is she sensitive to the moods or hurts of others? Does she love others, even though she gets hurt? Does her heart of compassion move her to take action?  Does she impressively deal kindly with you, the children and others outside of your household?  This is her essence, which is to be appreciated, not viewed as a problem that needs to be fixed.


See and appreciate her essence.  Praise her for all of her qualities, and brag about her to others.  As a woman ages, her physical beauty will change, the volume of tasks that she can complete will reduce, but her essence will remain, and it will become even more beautiful in time.  Give her the hope and encouragement that she needs, by looking deep within.

My Word Lesson

It wasn’t always this way.  Words haven’t always meant so much to me.  I didn’t always grasp the impact of a word, or the chasm created by the absence of words.  Now I seem to have a love affair with words.  Sometimes I choose to keep them to myself, and sometimes I use them to express my heart, and sometimes I use them to make someone else feel good, but unfortunately, sometimes my words have made someone feel bad.


Recently, our son said “mom, you don’t talk to us the way that you used to – you’re not as kind and patient as you were before”.   Before what?  My heart broke, and I thought long and hard.  It seems that the pressures of my current life and challenges were really getting to me.  Due to the necessary busyness of my life, I now believe that my relationship with my Lord began to suffer.  The branch, had become disconnected from the Vine.  The fruit that had existed on the branch, was beginning to shrivel and rot.  This manifested itself in short-tempered and harsh attitudes and speech.   As I wrote this post, I realized something else.  My son had been witnessing his mother as she worshiped God on Sunday, and then she returned home as a hypocrite.


I make no excuses for myself.  Yes, the demands are great, but do I have the same power in me that raised Christ?  Yes, it is available to me as a Christian, but if the branch is disconnected from the Vine, I am also disconnected from His power.  This is the power that could enable me to have grace on my tongue, no matter what my circumstances.


Now we’ve come full circle.  Why do words mean so much to me?  One word – legacy.  I want to leave a sweet legacy.  As it has been said, “taste your words before you spit them out”.  I want my words to be silent when appropriate.  I want my words to be carefully measured, with exactly the right amount of grace combined with truth.  I want my words to be merciful, encouraging and uplifting.  I want to be speaking these words for the rest of my life.  I want these words, to be the words on my lips, as I speak my very last.


I am the Vine, you are the branches.  Those who remain in Me, and I in them, will produce much fruit.  For apart from Me, you can do nothing.   John 15:5