Learning to Trust

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The blessings God gives us are limited only by the trust we give Him. – Braden’s dad

On a recent flight for family vacation, I took a mental side-trip. Here we were in this sealed metal tube, hurtling through the air at 500mph over an ocean at 30,000 feet all while calmly munching on snacks and enjoying an inflight movie. That’s pretty amazing in itself, but then something else occurred to me. We hadn’t met, much less seen the person flying our plane!

I have a light case of claustrophobia and work in a 15-story office tower. If, while riding the elevator it suddenly just stopped mid-floor, I’d go nuts but that wouldn’t be the end of the world. However, if a cable snapped at that height, no one would survive the fall. Still, I rarely choose to take the stairs although they’re much easier to understand and technically more reliable than elevators. These are just two very simplistic examples out of thousands where, without hesitation, we daily trust our very lives to things unseen or only minimally understood.

Now, try asking someone if they can simply trust in the God who created these things along with the very laws of mechanics and physics making them all possible. It’s a fairly safe bet that person will think you’re weird or slightly insane. Why do we blindly trust without seeing nor fully understanding in temporal circumstances, yet stubbornly withhold our trust in something far more vital and eternal like our Creator?

Maybe it’s because we all began life with a nature of trust that immediately began to diminish from day one. Our unique life experiences quickly begin re-teaching us that trust should only be given when something or someone proves they won’t ever fail us. I’ve come to realize, as vital as oxygen is to our existence, trust is a the key element we all must have to truly live. Without trust, our days are filled with suspicion, dysfunction. isolation, and emptiness. Trust offers connection/ relationship, confidence, fullness, and joy. There are few things more valuable yet more damaging to a life than when trust is lost. I can say this with confidence because I lived that way most of my life. Sadly, I know a lot of people who still do. Having learned too well how to distrust, they just go on breathing but not really living.

Through too many trials and errors to mention, I’ve learned a few things. The most valuable of those is that this unseen and often misunderstood God is more real than anything our physical senses can comprehend. He is bigger than any temporary circumstance and can be relied upon even when I may feel betrayed or disappointed by the world. He is far more gracious, loving, forgiving, unconditional, and permanent than any earthly offering. All said, I have come to trust God because He has proven to be trustworthy. I can personally recommend Him to anyone who may be interested.

It’s ironic how the last thing most non-believers immediately turn to when planes fall out of the sky or when elevators drop to the ground, is God. What would our lives, our families, and our communities be like if, instead of waiting until the world fails us, we could learn to first simply rely on Him.

Prayer: God, words escape me when I consider who you are. Thank you for never being intimidated by our doubts. You see and understand what we all wrestle with. Help us fill our minds with truth, strengthening our trust by learning and leaning on you. You are as close as our next breath and more vital to life than air. Thanks for understanding us enough to come into our world as a man so we can know and trust You. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

“The father cried out, “I do believe, but help me overcome my unbelief”. Mark 9:24

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding.”
‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭3‬:‭5‬ ‭

Best Evidence

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“You’re looking at a miracle”. – Braden’s dad

Our world is overloaded with skepticism and self-proclaimed “experts” who try to apply the scientific method to make sense of our human existence, God/ Jesus, faith, and the Bible. Recently, I watched a series of videos of a Christian apologist who visits college campuses. He welcomes questions from curious, skeptical, and some downright angry students. This guy always has a confident and credible response to even the most difficult questions. Though I wish I had this man’s intellect and communication skills, I do not. I wonder though, shouldn’t introducing God be easy for anyone who has met Him personally?

I believe Christians have a duty to tell people about something so important, but witnessing has never come naturally. “Witnessing”, in my mind was always a verb, like preaching, quoting scripture, selling, or worse: convincing. I perceived this skill to be something only good Christians could do since they just “Got it”. Much of my life, I believed I’d missed the training class on “Witnessing”.

Ironically though, when people TRIED to “witness” to me by quoting the Bible or using churchy catch phrases, it only pushed me away. I couldn’t relate to ancient scriptures or self-righteous preaching. Though a well crafted and polished presentation sometimes brought buy-in, it soon faded. With many who had offered “superior” Bible knowledge, any value was diminished after watching their behavior. That gnawing thing called hypocrisy doused what otherwise might have been a spark of real and lasting faith for me.

Much of my work involves civil disputes with outcomes determined in a courtroom by jurors who are asked to weigh evidence. In this setting, the term “witness” is never used as a verb. It would be ridiculous to hear an attorney say, “Your honor, today I’d like to introduce Mr. Smith who will be witnessing”. No, here the witness is just a person. Although expert witnesses are often paid to testify, most judges will agree an unbiased witness (just a regular person) is more effective than one who is paid or polished. Juries tend to listen intently to real people because they share common ground. This variety of witness is saying, “Believe it or not and for whatever it’s worth, this actually happened to me!”

A few years ago, I had a friend who was obviously lost and searching for answers. His identity and purpose were wrapped primarily in career and the prestige of his corporate leadership role. Sadly, he lost his job and with it went his purpose, motivation, family, and ultimately his life. In the darkest moments he’d call to talk with someone who would listen. I took his calls at all hours of the day and night, many times sensing that his life was slowly draining away. Thinking I had no skill or competency to talk about God, I never did. Being stoic as we always were, we kept with just surface conversation about injustices of the world and our guy code of never telling anyone else about our struggles. Ultimately, I travelled across Texas to see my buddy one final time. Regretfully, it was on the occasion of his funeral. My friend had died all alone without answers I might have helped provide if I had the courage to try.

Fast forward a few years. I was visiting another friend who could be the poster child for a hard heart. This person was in their last chapter of life, yet still faithless. One morning over coffee, our conversation turned to God and whether He is actually real or just imagined. Without hesitation, I began sharing my own story. Even the ugly hidden parts few if any had heard (some I’d even forgotten about until that moment). I shared about times and circumstances when I should not have survived. My friend was stunned at certain parts. Then, I asked him to close his eyes for a minute and to imagine the Bible story of Moses parting the Red Sea. “The Bible tells how God parted a real ocean in real time to save His children from certain destruction. If a miracle like that happened in front of your own eyes, would you believe in God?”

With eyes closed, my friend thought a few seconds. He finally sighed and conceded. “I guess so because it would be the only real miracle I’d ever seen”. I told my friend to open his eyes and to look at me and that he was looking at a real-life miracle. Through tears I’d never seen in my friend’s eyes, he responded. “I want to believe in your God. I just don’t know how”. Finally, understanding my job wasn’t to convince but to simply share my own eyewitness experience in all its ugliness, it was easy. My friend had begun listening and one month later he called to share with me his own story and these words which I’ll never forget. “Mark, I wanted to call to tell you today I finally surrendered and someday, we’re going to meet in heaven”.

When we allow our pride to deceive, distract, or dissuade us from our most important role as a witness, we can easily miss what may be the only chance someone has to hear such good news.

PRAYER: Father, please allow me to simply tell others about what you have done in my own life. The harder I try to convince others, the less likely they will be convinced. Please prevent me from trying to witness and instead allow me to just be one.

“But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes upon you. And you will be my witnesses, telling people about me everywhere—in Jerusalem, throughout Judea, in Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.””
‭‭Acts of the Apostles‬ ‭1‬:‭8‬ ‭

“Come and listen, all you who fear God, and I will tell you what he did for me.” Psalms 66:16

Time to Heal

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For readers who missed our most recent post, we’ve decided to take a slightly different direction. The purpose of this blog remains unchanged, but since faith in God has sustained our family through one of life’s most difficult experiences, it’s important to begin sharing more from this perspective. We believe this change to be a “next phase” in God’s bigger plan, not only for our own healing but hopefully for others in need. Posts will always be as honest and transparent as possible and some will certainly be difficult to share. As always, our prayer is that someone who is feeling no hope might find some here.

Over the past few years, some have asked what we’ve learned about healing. Certainly, there are many ways to cope with trials but most of them are unproductive at best and at worst, unhealthy. Having tried several of these methods, I can promise they don’t heal anything. They only do more harm and dull the pain for awhile. I did find one sure solution though. I can’t think of one practice more helpful in the last few years that has better served towards peace, comfort, and personal growth than through daily conversations with God. After all, how can any relationship exist much less thrive without communication?

Some people roll out of bed onto their knees to pray. I can’t quite manage that but I do head straight for a quiet place with a cup of coffee and a devotional of some kind. Bible apps are a great way to get the process started and early morning is best before the day gets busy. When we lost our son, I was off work for several months and my company was gracious enough to allow this time. It afforded the luxury of days without distractions or obligations. Some days I spent hours but over the years, life resumed and free time began to wane. Today, this quiet time can still be a couple of hours, but it’s usually around 15-45 minutes. It does require determination, but I’ve come to realize the intentional investment of this time first thing in the morning has yielded a huge return. So much that it makes keeping this daily routine much easier.

At 5-6AM, a daily reminder on my phone pops up as, “Time with God”. Some time ago after reading and praying, I began writing several “Foundational Prayers”. These do apply to my own life but they’re also universal. Each day, I read one or two of them silently or aloud. Speaking words may seem strange or feel awkward, but it helps to keep focused. These foundational prayers have yet to fail in helping me so I’ve decided to begin sharing them. Maybe a reader who needs some peace may find a little of it through these prayers. I sincerely hope so.

A Prayer When Life is Out of Control

In the healing process, it brings peace to remove myself from daily situations which are beyond my ability to manage. First, I ask God for the wisdom to realize when I’m taking back control because this tends to happen subtly over time. Secondly, I ask Him take my place in whatever the circumstance may be. He never has failed once to provide instant peace when I acknowledge that I’m finally ready and wanting to surrender by saying (and meaning it), “Father, not my will, but Your will be done”. I hope you’ll try these suggestions because they will help you, I’m certain.

PRAYER: Heavenly Father, today we pray against the Enemy’s lies. Pride is the most effective weapon used to steal and destroy what You made us to be. We willingly surrender control to You. Please direct our steps in life’s trials. Make our lives reflect less of us and more of You. Amen

“Before daybreak the next morning, Jesus got up and went out to an isolated place to pray.” – Mark 1:35

“As the deer longs for streams of water, so I long for you, O God.”
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭42‬:‭1‬ ‭

A New Direction

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Lost and Found

Although born with a natural sense of navigation, until about five years ago I was very lost. Too prideful, self-reliant, or lazy to read the map, I was searching for the right answers in all the wrong places. Sadly, it finally took losing everything to find it.

I’d make a lousy teacher, but on a Halloween night in 2018, in the shadows cast by the lighted window of our son’s empty bedroom, I had come to the end of myself. After a long war, a defeated fighter had become a willing learner. Over the years following that experience, I’ve been absorbing life like a dry sponge, re-learning how to stand again, now on a different and firm foundation. What began as a crawl became a walk away from one of the darkest places this world has to offer.

Seeing life through new eyes, not only do I more clearly see the results of many of my own foolish and destructive choices, I’m better able to recognize others whose paths seem all too familiar. They remain lost yet desperately looking for their way. For this reason I have felt led to serve if even for one of my fellow “searchers” through this blog.

A Change for the Better

We began journaling in December 2018 to benefit mutual healing for our family and others experiencing grief through messages of encouragement, hope, or help. I’m thankful for several friends who wisely encouraged our writing as it has also served tremendously in the healing process. Amazingly, to date over 90,000 readers around the globe have taken time to read and/or follow BradensVoice.blog. Thousands reside in distant places we never knew existed. Still, our target was just one person or family if it helped at all. Their name probably wasn’t Braden or Speed, but it could be.

Though our purposes for this blog and our nonprofit “BradensVoice.org” remain unchanged, readers may have noticed the content subtly shifting more towards renewed faith in God which has become our family’s sustenance. I’ve noticed this shift myself yet it hasn’t been done intentionally. More likely, it has happened by God’s design. After all, healing has been His desire and our prayer from the beginning.

I’m sure some readers have opted out by now as the messages may have become less palatable to them. Sadly in today’s world, Faith has become the only “F” bomb people seem hesitant to use. Still, I’ve come to believe faith to be the only real solution to every single problem we all face. Posts will be very honest and rooted in experiences of recovery. A map to The Way if that makes sense. Also, the hope is to become more of a two- way forum to share thoughts and experiences between writer(s) and reader(s).

After a lot of prayer and consideration, we believe this is the direction Gods wants to take. We are absolutely certain Braden would welcome this change for the better by using his voice to reflect healing instead of hurt. Our prayer going forward in this blog is that even one person who is lost and searching may be helped to leave their way and to find “THE Way”.

May God bless His searchers… there are so many.

“He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us.”
‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭1‬:‭4‬ ‭

“Jesus told him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one can come to the Father except through me.”
‭‭John‬ ‭14‬:‭6‬ ‭

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Choosing Joy, Today

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Today, we remember our son’s birthday 24 years ago. Days like this come with mixed emotions. Happy. Sorrowful. Joyful? Each morning I take some time to read and to pray, connecting with God and often talking in spirit with our son. A few years ago, my wife Cathy bought a decorative hanging which she placed on the wall in our bedroom. Until recently, I had walked right past it without noticing its message. It simply reads, “I Choose Joy”. Behind these three boldly printed words, a lighter shaded word is less visible… “Today“.

Every day we make hundreds of decisions, many without a conscious thought. When life becomes difficult, our emotional reactions typically include fear, anger, sadness, doubt, or protective pride. Unless we’re aware of this human-thinking process, these will remain our default choices.

God made the human brain unique by giving it free will and even the ability to think about how we think. No other created thing has this incredible ability, yet most of us fail to put it to good use. Instead, we repeat the unhealthy pattern of repeating negative thoughts over and over again. Those who have accepted Christ have a far better choice. We can choose to draw from our faith and to find hope in the midst of life’s most difficult circumstances.

In life and in my work, I’ve observed thousands of people dealing with loss, but not all of them handle it the same way. Many fall apart or become lost while a few seemed to come away even stronger. Those few, in my observations have seemed somehow MORE joyful. How is that even possible? I believe the difference is because they didn’t choose to pick up a crutch or take the exit door. Instead they chose to lean deeply into their reliance and faith in God’s promises. They chose to reframe life’s difficulties into faith-growing opportunities. You see, happiness and joy may have some similarities, but they’re vastly different.

Happiness is momentary and subject to ever-changing circumstances. Joy is constant. It resides firmly inside us like a solar battery, storing light for the inevitable times when the world seems darkest. Lasting joy comes from hope which lies in the things unseen by human eyes yet are eternal. God’s word tells us to “renew our minds” to think from His eternal perspective. Our lives are relatively brief, but heaven is our permanent home where no pain, no tears, and no death are even possible. Now, that’s real hope and real joy, but we have to choose it, every day.

PRAYER: Lord, as your children, let us not drift blindly through life by falling into default emotions of life here on earth. Today’s temporary grief, fears, anger, doubts, unforgiveness, and regrets are Satan’s intentional distractions because these emotions bring death and destruction rather than abundant life. Understanding our time here is precious and fleeting, may we learn to surrender to You by continuously CHOOSING to live in the joy You freely offer. Amen‬‬

“The Lord is my strength and shield. I trust him with all my heart. He helps me, and my heart is filled with joy. I burst out in songs of thanksgiving.”
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭28‬:‭7‬ ‭

“Always be full of joy in the Lord. I say it again—rejoice! Let everyone see that you are considerate in all you do. Remember, the Lord is coming soon.“
‭‭Philippians‬ ‭4‬:‭4‬-‭5‬ ‭

Our Father’s Focus

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Focus a little longer and see what really matters.
Focus a little longer and see what really matters.

“Dad, the physical world and the eternal one are much closer than you think. One is seen with the eyes and the other with the heart. Keep searching for God with your heart and one day soon you’ll see Him with your eyes. I’ll see you then”. Love – Braden

A few weeks ago we heard a speaker at our church (Hope Fellowship) say something that wasn’t entirely new to me, but for some reason this time I couldn’t shake it from my mind. Paraphrasing, the speaker said that when God’s children make mistakes, He can’t see them. Instead of our sin, he sees His Son. Again, this wasn’t a new concept for me, but it never really sank in before hearing it this time. How could a perfect God not see the blatantly selfish choices we make? For most of my life I thought He certainly had to see mine.

After church that Sunday, we made our way to lunch where we often talk about what stood out during the message. I began to think about times I’d been angry and how I’d handled it with my own kids. Just a few months earlier, in the late evening, three boys began loudly knocking on our front door and ringing the doorbell. They had to be around the age of 14, and all talking at once. They told us a strange man had jumped his fence and begun to chase and yell at them. They were terrified with no place to go and sought the safety of even a stranger’s home. Having been a boy all my life, my first thought was they were out much too late for riding bikes, and I suspected most likely they had done something to cause the man to become angry. Again, that was my first impression.

They began telling their story and we learned they’d abandoned one bike in the street with a flat tire. One boy was crying and was clearly scared and ashamed. As they sat down, Cathy listened, helping to calm them. I first stood watching this all with impatience and irritation as she talked to them. I then noticed her focus had turned to the one who was most emotional. This scene began to feel familiar for some reason. I had suddenly realized it reminded me of the many nights she had patiently spent with our son, Braden.

Looking beyond what would have normally been my instinct to judge these boys for their perceived foolishness, I saw the face of our son and it completely shifted my perspective. My initial annoyance had become compassion. Instead of judgement, oddly I found myself understanding and offering them something to drink, telling them everything would be ok. Later, I helped them recover their broken bike and contacted one of their dads who arrived to take them home. I felt like they had likely received their own consequences as a result of their choices. Perhaps that night I had received an unexpected lesson of my own… to look a little deeper and beyond the mistakes people can make. After all, I’ve made more than my share and benefited from undeserved grace.

Have you ever seen a stereogram? Search this term online and you’ll find thousands of examples. They’re computer-generated graphics which initially appear to be an impressionist painting with nothing but blurred colors with no specific subject. However, if you relax your vision and try to eliminate the distraction of the initial impression, you will slowly begin to see the intended image of the picture come into focus. The subject not only becomes crystal clear, but three-dimensional. This process requires just a little effort and practice. It can feel a bit frustrating at first but once successful, it becomes much easier. I’ve come to believe this is the way God created the world. Amazing things are often right in front of our face yet much of the time we’re oblivious to them.

Losing a child uniquely alters a parent’s perspective. When I look around, I can now see my son in the faces of other kids who are struggling with things I can’t see or feel, yet it’s all too real for them. Today’s world is much different than the one most of us lived in as teens. There are new distractions, falsehoods, and temptations we never faced. They need our help. More specifically, they need a little more of our understanding and grace.

Most of our children’s poor choices are just baby steps towards who they are trying to become. Like it or not, our kids are naturally inclined to become like us, so modeling forgiveness and grace while we have them is one of the most valuable things they’ll take when they leave.

Prayer for dads

Of all the blessings in life, I’m most thankful for a relationship with my heavenly Father who filters sins through the lens of grace, love, and complete sacrifice. I pray that we as imperfect fathers will strive to follow His example for those children He has entrusted to us.

“God Himself made the way so you can have new life through Christ Jesus. God gave us Christ to be our wisdom. Christ made us right with God and set us apart for God and made us holy. Christ bought us with His blood and made us free from our sins.” – Corinthians 1:30

“For God chose to save us through our Lord Jesus Christ, not to pour out his anger on us.” – 1 Thessalonians‬ ‭5‬:‭9‬ ‭

Easter Saturdays

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“Remain hopeful when your world seems darkest. When God created this dark world, He first provided light”. – Braden

My wife wrote the following story several years ago, and I often re-share it on Easter weekends. Only a mother could possibly fathom how Mary, who had heard her baby take his very first breath, must have felt while helplessly watching him take his last. Cathy posted this only months after such an experience when her life was in chaos and complete darkness. She saw no rationale for the loss of her son and hope was just a dim and fading light. Still, she remained hopeful. How is that even possible?

Reading her story each Easter is helpful to me. We now have benefit of time, healing, and hindsight. Over the last few years, we’ve begun seeing small hints of purpose in the wake of tragedy. I’m always amazed and inspired with her ability to remain faithful. She has been able serve others in similar circumstances and as an encouragement to our family through her steadfast faith and joy. Perhaps even today, such an example of faith may help someone else in need.

On Easter Saturday, Jesus was counted out. Defeated by this world. All alone in a cold and dark place, yet tomorrow He would arise. Hang on… HOPE IS ON THE WAY!

Easter weekend 2019 – Cathy Speed

Anyone who has ever met me knows this has been the hardest year of my life. And I’ve had some rough ones. Today I’ve been thinking a lot about Easter SATURDAY… The day nothing happened.

Before the big event that truly changed everything, there’s Saturday, when we prepare for Easter. We mow grass for egg hunts, easter outfits ready… dye the eggs… We celebrate Good Friday, the day Jesus was crucified and Easter Sunday, the death defying, grave defeating, hope and joy inspiring day of His resurrection. But Saturday is silent. And I will never again see Easter Saturday the same.

Never has Easter SATURDAY spoken to me like it does this year. It was the day when hope seemed lost. It was all over, and there was no reason to think anything would ever change. The disciples were alone. Everything they had believed in seemed lost and their souls were crushed. No answer seemed possible. The crowds had gone home.

The Saturday after Good Friday is the only day in over 2000 years that not one single person on earth believed that Jesus was alive. No one could understand God’s plan. This year, that day speaks loudly to me. While we wait to see what on earth God’s plan could possibly be. I’ve been an extremely unwilling participant in His plan this time. My plan seemed so much better. I’ve had quite a few arguments with Him. Loud ones.

Right now it’s still Saturday. Heaven feels so quiet. Why did there have to be a Saturday in between the day every hope and dream seemed crushed, and the joy and answers God had planned? It’s hard to figure out what to even do on Saturday, hard to hold onto the belief that God has to have a plan. But if Jesus could be found in a grave on Saturday, If He could literally be found in hell itself, is there anywhere that I can’t find Him?

So I CHOOSE today to trust God’s promise that “weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning”. Even though I don’t like this plan I’ve had to live, I will choose to believe our “Sunday” is on the way. And know that His work on the cross was finished, but His plan for me is not.

“…weeping may last through the night, but joy comes in the morning.” – Psalms 30:5

Questions About Healing

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“Keep asking God for what you want but then listen and thank Him for providing exactly what you need. Love you.” – Braden

Several months ago, a family friend suddenly experienced a seizure in the middle of an active and otherwise typical day. Soon after being admitted to the hospital, she was diagnosed with advanced and inoperable brain cancer. Prayers from the community poured out and following a relatively brief sequence of treatments our friend was deemed cancer-free. An awesome answer to prayer!

Sadly though, another friend was recently going about a completely normal day while spending time with his family. He began to complain of a severe headache and within a brief few hours he was gone, leaving a young family devastated and alone. When these events happen, our response is often the same. First come the waves of initial shock and disbelief. Then, soon to follow are the inevitable questions.

Why would such terrible things happen to such amazing and faith-filled people? How could someone so healthy and strong be taken in an instant? Both friends were living what many would consider to be the “perfect” lives. Successful careers, beautiful families, strong faith, very good health, and promising futures. How could they have such starkly different stories?

I could share many more personal experiences like these. Some prayers answered as hoped, but others seemingly ignored. Thankfully, I’ve witnessed my older brother, Randy’s healing from terminal cancer but sadly experienced the loss of our son, Braden to depression. Both were covered with the same quantity and sincerity of prayers, yet the outcomes were tragically different. We’re currently dealing with ongoing chronic health issues with our daughter who has lived a brief but faith-filled life, striving to recover emotionally from the loss of her only sibling. It’s not that anyone “earns” having their prayers answered, but if anyone was deserving she would certainly be on the list.

Admittedly, too often I rush to squeeze in a morning prayer time, listing mostly my own desires. I tend to scrimp on investing the time to slow down and listen. This week I took a few days off work for Spring Break which has allowed time to reflect and have conversations with God. I’ve arrived at a little more clarity as to why sometimes bad things happen to good people. By no stretch do I count myself as a good person but the question remains. Perhaps what I’ve heard this week in my prayer time may serve to help a reader or two who have their own questions about healing.

We humans were designed with imperfect bodies and a limited lifespan so sickness and death are inevitable. In this fallen world, God’s word says we’re ALL broken and in need of healing. Though some of us are really good at masking it, the weak spots are there and over time, they will inevitably begin to show. This broken condition has a name. It’s called being human. We are ALL born with it.

Even with their brilliance and extensive research, doctors are often at a loss as to what is happening with this human condition. Their efforts to heal are futile when the problem isn’t resolved with a pill or procedure. The Bible tells us God is The Great Physician but He doesn’t always heal our physical or mental illnesses even though we beg for it. In every Biblical story where healing occurred, not once was medicine a factor. True healing only occurred when God personally connected with the individual’s spiritual condition rather than the human condition through His son, Jesus.

When Jesus touched the broken, several of them threw away their crutches and others’ eyes were allowed to see again. Still there were a few who remained physically unhealed. In each case however, when the person fully trusted and accepted what Jesus offered, a new and abundant life instantly began. In each case (even when the person remained “disabled”) the way Jesus healed people served to reflect upon Him rather than upon them. Every story about Jesus healing brought glory to God no matter what the broken person’s circumstances. Now, that’s true healing!

Whenever I’ve witnessed physical healing of others around me, my faith has been confirmed. However, when I’ve observed lives which have completely been transformed, my faith is strengthened far more. It may be wise to re-think our questions about healing. Maybe by allowing our own brokenness to be used for God’s purposes, others might be drawn closer to finding the real healing they need. Rather than asking of God what we want from Him, we should instead be asking God what He wants from us?

PRAYER: Heavenly Father, we ask for YOUR will to be done rather than our own. May we serve to reflect You in this broken world. Please provide true healing for all of us who are broken. In Jesus’ name, Amen

”He sent out his word and healed them, snatching them from the door of death. Let them praise the Lord for his great love and for the wonderful things he has done for them.“
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭107‬:‭20‬-‭21‬ ‭NLT‬‬

A Childish Wishlist

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“The most valuable gifts have no price tag.”- Love, Braden

Our daughter, Caitlin turns 18 this Christmas Eve. These two gift giving occasions coincide each year and especially now that she’s no longer a child, we’re running out of ideas. Thankfully, she’s always thoughtful to provide us with a wishlist!

We posted this last year but thought it timely to reshare. Maybe a new reader could use it this Christmas season or others may need a reminder. I certainly do.

Recently, a young mom at my office asked us to contribute an article on parenting for a company newsletter. I thought a lot about how to provide something of value for new parents who were just beginning their journey. The article needed to be brief yet practical. The question kept coming to mind: If Cathy and I were new parents today, wouldn’t it be great to have a checklist of do’s and don’ts from others who had insights from their own experiences?

As we enter another Christmas season, most of us form wishlists for our children, hoping to surprise them with something they’ll treasure and maybe use for awhile. Even with our best intentions, most will be discarded once the gifts are opened and the new has become worn. I began to consider what our own kids might ask for if they could have something that would always remain with them.

Arriving at the office that morning, I quickly began writing down thoughts before they faded. Later, our daughter reviewed the list for edits and to remove anything she felt didn’t fit the criteria. Our list is certainly not all-inclusive and each parent will have unique edits or additions. That is as it should be. Forming such a written list has been humbling to this parent. Still, taking stock helps and we all learn as we go. That’s an important part of the job.

Our prayer in this season of giving is that readers might choose one or two of these free gift ideas to give away to those we love the most.

Mom and dad, these are things we really NEED… love, your kids

Faith and Family

Walk consistently in your faith. We’re watching to see if the rules you follow on Sunday still apply on Monday.

Help us to personally know Jesus and to discern the difference between religion about Him vs. relationship with Him.

Encourage us to become active in a youth group and help us find the right one. We need a support group of peers who share our faith as we navigate our teenage years.

Sing out loud in church because we’re watching. If what the preacher says is such “Good News”, shouldn’t you be really happy about it?

Time and Connection

We can sometimes feel alone and out of touch in our world, so never stop giving us your hugs and kisses, even when we squirm or complain.

Make a priority of family time over work time. Both are important but not equal.

Have fun and be silly sometimes – laughter is the best painkiller.

Wisdom

We will eventually realize you didn’t have all the answers, but will always be grateful that you helped us learn and to grow in wisdom.

Teach us about keeping healthy boundaries against the world’s temptations and toxic people.

Help us learn how to choose our friends because they will influence our future.

Remind us that our identity is not determined by anything or anyone other than our Creator.

Let us know there is a difference between reacting and responding.

Communication

Let us know that no subject is taboo, no matter how uncomfortable it may feel. If we can’t work through our questions with you, we’ll look for answers elsewhere.

Listen at least twice as long you speak.

In conflict, we’re the kids, so you be the adult.

Try not to curse – language is primarily learned by hearing.

You are our mirrors, so reflect what you want to see.

Security

Build and maintain a healthy marriage. It won’t happen without work and you may need to ask for some help.

As our parents, please share the same map. We’ll be confused with two different navigators.

Believe in us even when we disappoint you, because we will.

Create and keep family traditions – They make us feel secure.

In arguments, remember our walls are thinner than you think. Let us see you make up so we can know that families will disagree, but that’s ok.

When we leave to make our own home, keep a place for us in yours.

This list isn’t complete, but the most important thing to emphasize to any parent, new or old? Children are their parents’ most valuable gifts, but we only get to hold them for a brief moment. Enjoy the time and make the most of it! 🎁

‘Start children off the way they should go, and even when they are old they will not turn from it. ‘ – Proverbs 22:6

That Little Extra Mile

Mark Speed9 Comments

“Sometimes the smallest choices can make the biggest impact”. – Braden

“Buddy, I could write a book on that one. I still miss our special times together and will never forget. Love you, son”. Dad

Readers may recall a post from October 29, 2019, entitled “Fishtrap & Legacy“. It reflected upon my sunset memorial visit to an uncultivated field on the outskirts of Prosper where Braden and I had spent time together on weekends shooting clays and targets. The field was on a dirt road called Legacy less than a mile north of what had been Fishtrap (now First Street). The post recalled a brief encounter with the land manager who had been driving around that Sunday afternoon and caught us trespassing. I recalled nervously grumbling under my breath to Braden that we were probably in big trouble for trespassing, and we might even be getting a free night in jail.

Rather than demanding we leave his property, this stranger invited us to stay and enjoy our father-son time together. He didn’t have to do that, and he certainly didn’t have to spend a few minutes talking with me about fatherhood to boys in a fast-changing world. Instead of just driving by or telling us to leave, this random stranger had chosen to go that little extra mile to connect. This simple act of kindness was really not a big deal at the time, but it would later become more meaningful.

What the 2019 Fishtrap/ Legacy story did not tell were the events following its writing. The land manager had been reading our blog and decided to reach out after reading the one about our meeting. When I received a private message from one of his staff members, it read, “I work for the guy in your story, and he wants to talk to you”. My heart almost jumped through my chest. You see, Braden and I had not only been trespassing, but we had been firing our guns on the outskirts of the Prosper city limits. I was concerned the post had gotten this guy in trouble with his boss (who we later realized was owner of the Dallas Cowboys). I nervously responded to the direct message with my sincerest apology and a phone number.

Within minutes, my cell phone rang from an “Unknown Caller” and I fully expected to be yelled at and told to remove the online post immediately to avoid further embarrassment. I was stuttering. “I’m so sorry, sir… I wrote that story because it meant a lot to my son and me that you let us stay and enjoy our time together that day. Hopefully it didn’t get you into trouble”. The stranger’s response was unexpected. He said he had been following our posts and remembered our brief chat. He further explained the empty dirt field would eventually be developed into a community of residential homes and his land company wanted to name a street in remembrance of our son!

Fast forward to 2023. Recently, I was invited to speak at a Suicide Prevention Awareness event in my hometown in west Texas. Though very little has changed there since my high school graduation, Brownfield has been hit by the same tragic epidemic larger cities face today. Though I’d struggled to find some way to bring a small sign of hope to my hometown, I drove home feeling disappointed. On my long return across north Texas, I asked God to just give one person a small sign of hope so the trip would be worthwhile.

It was getting late as I neared Denton and Google maps found a faster way around the evening rush hour traffic. This route was one I’d never taken though I visit west Texas often. It took me east towards Prosper along an old road called Fishtrap. My mind was so focused on the annoying traffic from the rapid growth in the area that I’d just zoned out. As I approached the intersection of Fishtrap and Legacy, I checked my ETA. On the far edge of my phone screen, I noticed the name of a new road named “Braden Lane” just a short distance away. Evidently, God had heard my request, but His answer came as a total surprise. The one person who needed a small sign was me!

I realize most will think this was just a coincidence, but after five years of these kinds of small signs, I don’t believe it was luck. God does this kind of thing all the time and I’d just not been paying attention. This subtle reminder of unexpected encouragement had been God-delivered years after it had been sent on a Sunday afternoon from an empty dirt field by a total stranger.

I know Braden would love that his small street will serve as the entry into a community much like the one that has surrounded his family on their darkest road.

We want to sincerely thank Blue Star Land and their general manager, Joe Hickman along with Kerry Harrington who chose to step into our lives rather than just moving along. Although this story refers to them as strangers, we know who they really are, and they will remain in our family’s hearts. By going just that little extra mile, they exemplify what it means to be the difference you seek.

Some Thoughts:

  • That tiny extra effort we choose to make can be all it takes when someone else needs to just keep going.
  • A small investment of ourselves into someone who is in need can yield a far more lasting return than any financial one.
  • We should keep our eyes and hearts open to what God is doing and where He is taking us. We make our plans, but He directs our path.
  • Fathers, our most important job is not selfishly directing our children but rather unselfishly leading them to find the only true Navigator, their Heavenly Father.

“The Lord says, “I will guide you along the best pathway for your life. I will advise you and watch over you.”
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭32‬:‭8‬ ‭