“On Digging Deep”

to dig deep:  v.  To make a lot of effort with one’s resources

This—my Christmas message

When challenges present themselves, opportunity is given for personal and spiritual growth, the chance to become more.  It is in those times I experience God, His love and care for me, and see first-hand my own incapabilities.

While visiting family this past week-end, I did my version of “the rubber meeting the road” when I did a face-plant when I tripped over a protrusion while crossing the street.  The scenarios for possible injury were horrific.  Somehow, though, landing on the underside of my chin, a broken jaw was the single souvenir I had to deal with.  A swollen lip which looked like a bad Botox job and a small abrasion under my chin are minor.  

Today my mouth is going to be wired shut for six weeks in order to align and stabilize the jaw so it can heal.  There will be no walnuts to munch on, only that which can be sucked through a straw.  Fear visited me during the night.  “I’m terrified,” I cried out to God.  And I was—of being unable to speak, to communicate, of choking.  

Upon awakening, I am at peace.  

I am “digging deep.”  HE is my resource.  

Christmas 2017 will be a Christmas to remember.


“All things come from him.  All things are directed by him.  All things are for his praise.  May God be given the glory forever! Amen.”  Romans 11:36. NIRV