The Same Yesterday, Today and Forever

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But You remain the same, and Your years will never end. Psalm 102:27

I knew something was up when I called to reschedule my dental appointment and an unfamiliar voice greeted me on the other end of the line.  They then asked me which dentist I wanted to see when on the rescheduled date.  Which dentist?  Wasn’t Dr. B the only dentist at this location?  I was told that there were now two dentists in the office.  Being completely comfortable and pleased with the dentist I had always seen, it was a simple choice to make, so I rescheduled with Dr. B.

Then there was a texted reminder of my upcoming appointment, instead of the usual phone call with a friendly voice on the other end of the line by someone who knew me.

As I pulled into the parking space on the day of my appointment, I noticed changes on the outside of the building.  It now listed two names instead of one.  While the name of the practice was still visible above the door, one of the large windows now displayed an unfamiliar name.

Then I walked inside.  The waiting area had received a facelift.  New chairs, clear partitions separating the office staff from the clients, a countertop filled with brightly colored brochures, and a few simple, minimalist decorations.  They had replaced a magazine rack with a large screen television that displayed upbeat music videos.  The room had a completely different vibe.

While checking in at the desk, the employee handed me a clipboard with several forms to complete.  You know, the kind you have to fill in when you are a new patient.  A new patient?

Behold, I am going to do something new, now it will spring up; will you not be aware of it? I will even make a roadway in the wilderness, rivers in the desert. Isaiah 43:19

The new office assistants were professional and courteous.  Anyone walking into the office for the first time would have been impressed.  But me?

As I sat in one of the comfortable chairs, waiting for my turn, I pondered the changes.  I had been going to this dentist for nearly a decade.  Even when I moved almost an hour away, I continued driving to his office because as much as I respect him for his professionalism and knowledge, I really appreciated the patience and kindness of him and his staff. 

I had become accustomed to seeing the beautiful smile of his wife behind the counter.  She is such a friendly woman, and she would always ask about my children by name.  We discussed our kids, upcoming weddings, travel, and the fun and challenge of finding the perfect gifts online.  I looked forward to our chats before the appointment and after, and the conversation was always uplifting.  We found much to laugh about, and I always left thankful that I had come.  I missed her that day and realized what a gift her always being there had been. 

Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, with whom there is no change or shifting shadow. James 1:17

A familiar face escorted me to the dental chair, though a mask covered most of it.  Still, her kindness shone through her eyes and her touch.  I was always happy when our schedules coincided, which hadn’t happened very often lately. 

As I got settled in the chair, I noticed that music from other genres had replaced the soft jazz that had always played in the background.  Not offensive, but not the relaxing music to which I had grown accustomed. 

Dr. B approached the chair and told me that he would retire in a few weeks.  Well, that explained it.  I had known it would happen eventually, and the changes should have given me a clue, but it did not prepare me for the news.

“For My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways,” declares the LORD. Isaiah 55:8

As he and his assistant got to work, my thoughts swirled.  Life gets busy.  The time between appointments gets stretched out.  Issues crop up and because of the busyness of life, visits get delayed.  I know that some people make their routine medical and dental checkups a priority, and they never miss an appointment.  Well, that’s not me.  Over the last couple of years, I have moved, married, and started a new job with more hours and stress that I have felt that I could handle at times (which is also why I have not written in a long time).  Taking time off for a dental visit almost an hour away, only to have to work even harder to make up the work I missed was difficult, so my appointments grew farther in between.

In all of this, never once did I sense frustration or condemnation from Dr. B.  He would just fix what needed to be fixed and never say a word about my extended absence.

As I sat there, I realized his actions reminded me of someone else.

Then Jesus said, “There was a man who had two sons. The younger son said to him, ‘Father, give me my share of the estate.’ So he divided his property between them. After a few days, the younger son got everything together and journeyed to a distant country, where he squandered his wealth in wild living.

After he had spent all he had, a severe famine swept through that country, and he began to be in need. So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him into his fields to feed the pigs. He longed to fill his belly with the pods the pigs were eating, but no one would give him a thing. Finally he came to his senses and said, ‘How many of my father’s hired servants have plenty of food? But here I am, starving to death! I will get up and go back to my father and say to him, “Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son. Make me like one of your hired servants.”’

So he got up and went to his father. But while he was still in the distance, his father saw him and was filled with compassion. He ran to his son, embraced him, and kissed him. The son declared, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’ But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let us feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again! He was lost and is found!’ So they began to celebrate.” Luke 15:11-24

In the same way the father had compassion for his son and welcomed him back with no words of condemnation, Dr. B. welcomed this prodigal back time and time again.

On my drive home, I felt a sadness that this chapter in my life is almost over.  I like the familiar.  I like knowing and being known.  I like routine, even if the routine isn’t always the easiest (there is another dentist about a mile away from my house).  I know I’m not the only one who feels this way.

Times change. Covid has definitely changed things. Some changes are easy to accept, but others…well, it’s a process. I would say most, if not all, families have had to adapt over the last year. Sickness, food and supply shortages, loss of income, loss of friends and family, are just a few of the challenges we’ve experienced, and continue to experience. These times have stretched us beyond what we ever thought possible.  If our only hope was in this world, here and now, we would be tempted to give up, and who would blame us? 

But as for me, it is good to draw near to God. I have made the Lord GOD my refuge, that I may proclaim all Your works. Psalm 73:28

If that’s you, too, may I make a suggestion? Take a deep breath, close your eyes, and shut out the noise within and without. Quiet your thoughts, and reconnect with the One who made you, loves you, and knows you best.  Change is inevitable, but there is always good that will come from it if we have eyes to see it.   

For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, to give you a future and a hope. Jeremiah 29:11

Lord, thank You that when we are hurt, confused, and don’t know where to go or what to do, You are there, our Refuge, our Shelter, and the One who goes with us.  When it is hard to find the good in our circumstances, help us to find it.  Give us eyes to see what You are doing in the midst of our trials.  Comfort us as only You can, and restore hope and joy again.  Thank you for making us more like You in this process.  While things may change around us, You never change.  You are the same yesterday, today, and forever.  Thank You for walking with us, and for giving us strength for the journey.  Lord, You are good and Your mercy endures forever, and we praise You.

Now to Him who is able to do so much more than all we ask or imagine, according to His power that is at work within us, to Him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen. Ephesians 3:20-21

Day 96 – Thankful for wind chimes and for the Spirit wind ringing out His love

What a beautiful post written by Planted by Living Water!

Praise the LORD from the earth, all great sea creatures and ocean depths, lightning and hail, snow and clouds, powerful wind fulfilling His word, mountains and all hills, fruit trees and all cedars, wild animals and all cattle, crawling creatures and flying birds, kings of the earth and all peoples, princes and all rulers of the earth, young men and maidens, old and young together. Let them praise the name of the LORD, for His name alone is exalted; His splendor is above the earth and the heavens. Psalm 148:7-13


I think that in the past, January is the month where I have just trudged through the month. Christmas is over, and spring is at least 2 months away.

So, this looking for something to be thankful for in January has me reaching a little farther, beyond my normal, beyond my negative feelings about coldness, lack of living color, and the lack of fun things to do or the energy to do them.

I actually welcome snow as something exciting to look at because it covers all the dead-looking plants, the dirt, and the messes! We may get some more snow tonight, and just typing that made a little smile creep onto my face and loosened up the muscles on my brow with hope! Hey, I’m coming out of it just thinking of it!! 🙂

But there is a sound that I love that I have been taking for granted…

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Sowing Tears, Reaping Joy


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This originally appeared on my personal Facebook page as part of a writing challenge I participated in to stretch my writing:  Five Minute Friday’s 31 DAYS OF FIVE MINUTE FREE WRITES. This is spontaneous writing in only 5 minutes. The word for the day was “Practice.”

“Those who sow in tears will reap with shouts of joy.” Psalm 126:5

I enter the room and it beckons me. I have walked past it many times throughout the day, determined to ignore it. I have refused to entertain the memories that the sight of it evokes, but I cannot avoid it any longer.

Sighing deeply, I pull out the bench, and sit down. I gently open the lid, and slowly, tenderly stroke the ivory keys of the piano.

My eyes mist, knowing that I am a poor substitute for the boy we are both missing. With a sob, my fingertips brush the keys and I articulate for both of us, “This house has been silent for too long.”

They worked in tandem, the two of them. He, forcefully, masterfully, pounding the keys and her, thundering in response, filling the house with resounding melody and harmony.

“You miss him,” I whisper. “I know. I do, too.”

I gently caress the keys, bringing forth a melancholy sound that barely plumbs the depths of our sorrow.

It has been too quiet, for too long.

He never had to be reminded to practice. Thoughts fly quickly back to when he was but seven years old, and the piano, a gift from a dear friend, entered our home.

The boy and the piano became fast friends, spending hours upon hours getting to know each other.

Then the boy was nine, and he challenged himself to memorize every piece of music his teacher gave him to practice, and he was not content until he could play unaided and without flaw.

Then the boy was eleven, and his fingers had grown stronger and he was given complex pieces to memorize, and all the while, the piano kept in perfect step with him, a swirling, breathtakingly beautiful dance of sound.

And then he left. He chose an adventure overseas, leaving a silent house in his wake.

“It has been too quiet, but he’ll be back,” I reassure her. I close the lid and run my hands fondly over the smooth mahogany. “He’ll be back.”

“You have taken account of my wanderings. Put my tears in Your bottle. Are they not in Your book?” Psalm 56:8

“You know when I sit and when I rise; You understand my thoughts from afar. You search out my path and my lying down; You are aware of all my ways.” Psalm 139:3-4