Friendship isn't a big thing....

....it's a million little things.

A tribute to all the friends with which God has blessed me:


Packing up the dreams God planted
In the fertile soil of you.
Can't believe the hopes He's granted
Means a chapter in your life is through.
But we'll keep you close as always.
It won't even seem you've gone,
'Cause our hearts in big and small ways
Will keep the love that keeps us strong.

Chorus:
And friends are friends forever
If the Lord's the Lord of them.
And a friend will not say never
'Cause the welcome will not end.
Though it's hard to let you go,
In the Father's hands we know
That a lifetime's not too long to live as friends.

With the faith and love God's given
Springing from the hope we know.
We will pray the joy you'll live in
Is the strength that now you show.

But we'll keep you close as always.
It won't even seem you've gone.
'Cause our hearts in big and small ways
Will keep the love that keeps us strong.

The Eye of the Beholder

What has happened to this world's perception of beauty? No longer do we find beauty in an honest day's work. We have become jaded to the sights of mountains, trees, and rainbows. The sound of classical music might annoy us more than it draws us to worship. When we describe a woman as beautiful, how does she look? A size zero body? Tanned? So much makeup that you have no idea what their natural skin tone might be? Hair dyed to within an inch of its life and curled under at the ends? Fingernails filed, shaped, and painted in any imaginable shade? Eyebrows plucked off and redrawn? What are our perceptions of a good-looking guy? Tall, muscled, tanned, dark haired, carefully groomed, manicured fingers, striking eyes?
This definition has been force-fed to us through all types of media - books, magazines, bill boards, TV, movies, songs, etc, etc. Ick!
Do you want to know what real beauty looks like? Let me tell you:

The rough, calloused, dirt-encrusted hands of a carpenter measuring boards and hammering nails; those same hands later blessing and serving food to his family or disciples.
The small feet with a stubbed toe or a splinter, limping to his mother; those same feet, now matured, dusty and hairy, walking the roads of this earth and then the path to the cross.
The messy, crimson blood dripping from his hands, feet, and forehead that fell because of my sin.
The warm brown eyes that could capture a person in a moment forever, and, when bloodshot and full of agony, still managed to look tenderly down at the crowd at his feet; eyes that clearly said "I forgive you."


Oh! To be that beautiful...it's beyond my human imagination. This world has no idea what true beauty is. Let them compete with the picture of my Jesus. To me, the winner is clear.

The Ghosts of Past, Present, and Future

Okay, it's one ghost. Ghost, actually, or Spirit, as some people feel more comfortable calling Him. In any case, God has been with us in the past, is with us in the present, and definitely holds the future in His capable hands. This song is by one of my favorite artists and I'd like to share it with you, since it's been my heart cry the last few weeks. It is "Lord (I Don't Know)." How human it is not to know. What can we do but cry for peace from the Author of our life story?

You are the author of knowledge
You can redeem what's been done
You hold the present and all that's to come
Until your everlasting kingdom

Lord, I don't know where all this is going
Or how it all works out
Lead me to peace that is past understanding
A peace beyond all doubt

You are the God of tomorrow
Turning the darkness to dawn
Lifting the hopeless with hope to go on
You are the rock of all salvation

Lord, I don't know where all this is going
Or how it all works out
Lead me to peace that is past understanding
A peace beyond all doubt

Oh, Lord, you are the author
Redeeming what's been done
You hold us in the present
And all that is to come

Lord, we don't know where all this is going
Or how it all works out
Lead us to peace that is past understanding
A peace beyond all doubt

Balloons, Snow Angels, and Toothpaste, Oh My!

Celebration. When I hear that word I think of birthdays, graduations, and weddings. Balloons, music, confetti and cake. But does celebration always have to involve party plates and invitations?
Celebrate the little things. Let the small things in life delight you. Be a child. Press your nose against the glass and stare at the snow. When you pull away, draw a smiley in the condensation. Build a snowman. Make a snow angel. Smile because the kitchen is serving pink frosted, heart-shaped sugar cookies with sprinkles. Twist your feet so your shoes squeak on the floor as you walk. Get excited about the first purple spring flower you see. Give your friends a random hug. Throw M&Ms or popcorn in the air and giggle when you catch them in your mouth. Smile at yourself in the mirror when brushing your teeth gives you a toothpaste mustache. Let your eyes sparkle. Take a break from homework and go on a walk or read a Calvin and Hobbes comic book. Watch your favorite Disney movie or listen to the soundtrack.
Enough ideas, you get the point. "Maturity" is no excuse to stop celebrating the "little things."
"You don't stop laughing because you grow old; you grow old because you stop laughing." - Michael Pritchard

Another song...

Okay, so I've kinda' been wondering where God has been lately; wondering why He hadn't spoken, wondering what I was supposed to be doing in His absence, because I didn't recall Him leaving a to-do list, and wondering where my life is going. To be so uncertain about the future ~ to have so many unfulfilled dreams with no discernable way to follow them ~ I was/am at a loss. And then I went to my weekly job - filling in for a girl who's at CBS by cleaning a house once a week. Not a big deal, and I'm more than grateful for the money, but I hate the job. There's just something about cleaning someone else's house - seeing their family - that rubs against every dream I've had since I was a little girl playing with her dolls. I was playing my iPod, just letting my mind wander; not really listening to the music when I heard it. The word "surrender" caught my attention. It's not a word we like much. It means giving up, conceding to someone else. It hurts our pride and our individuality. But it seemed like it was directly from God ~ isn't it amazing? Words from God in a song I didn't even recognize? I started the song over and listened to it carefully.

My hands hold safely to my dreams; clutching tightly, not one has fallen.
So many years, I've shaped each one. Reflecting my heart; showing who I am.
Now You're asking me to show what I hold oh, so tightly. The fear of being asked to show what defines me. This is vulnerable. This is what I live for, and I'm supposed to trust You enough to hold them out to You? And then come the excuses and questions...
Can't open my hands; can't let go. Does it matter? Should I show you? Can't you let me go? Just turn the other way, Lord. Let me live out my dreams uncontested. Please. I'm desperate for this.
"Surrender. Surrender," You whisper gently.
More questioning. You say I will be free. I know, but can't You see? My dreams are me. My dreams are me. Despite the knowledge that sharing the dreams will set me free from them, I can't let go of the identity I've created for myself. Who am I if not Rebekah Rolan, elementary teacher, mother, wife, friend - changing the world one heart at a time?
You say You have a plan for me and that You want the best for my life. Told me the world had yet to see what You can do with one that's committed to Your calling. Why would You give these dreams to me if You didn't mean to fulfill them? Isn't the best for my life to live out what I'm passionate about?
I know of course what I should do; that I can't hold to these dreams forever. Whoa. It's something I knew deep down inside but didn't want to admit. I can't hold on to my dreams. They must be shaped by my life and by God. Molded, trimmed, and given wings. But then the vulnerable little girl comes out, clutching her dolly and asking the most important, heart-rending question in her small world:
If I give them now to You, will You take them away forever? Or can I dream again?

Take them if You have to, Lord. I'm holding them out to You. Don't take them away forever. Please, Abba, let me dream again.

You Give and Take Away

This song has been very special to me for quite some time and it has new significance even now. I love the honesty of the words. Saying "No, I'm not okay" and "I don't really feel You" but in the end, still trusting and ultimately praising God for what He has worked in my life through the storms.

"Praise You in This Storm" by Casting Crowns

I was sure by now, God,
that You would have reached down
and wiped our tears away;
stepped in and saved the day.
But once again, I say "amen"
and it's still raining.
As the thunder rolls,
I barely hear You whisper through the rain,
"I'm with you."
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
the God who gives and takes away.

And I'll praise you in this storm
and I will lift my hands
for You are who You are
no matter where I am.
And every tear I've cried
You hold in your hand.
You never left my side
and though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm

I remember when I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry to You
and raised me up again.
my strength is almost gone. How can I carry on
if I can't find You?
And as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain
"I'm with you."
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
the God who gives and takes away

I lift my eyes onto the hills
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth
I lift my eyes onto the hills
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth

Help! I've fallen and I can't get up!

"O God of Second Chances and new Beginnings, here I am again." -Nancy Spiegelberg

This song is my heart cry right now. It's a wonder that God doesn't get tired of picking us up and dusting us off.