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Vol. 20 No. 10 | March 5, 2018

It’s finally spring! At least for some of us. The trees are budding, grass is turning green, daffodils and buttercups are popping up, Bradford pear trees are in full flower, tulip trees have turned their pinkish-purple colors. The temperatures are warmer, and in some places, the rains have raised the rivers to overflowing.

Even if the signs of spring are still weeks away, when it arrives, it will bring most of us relief and rejuvenation. Spring brings with it the return of nature’s colors and a reminder that the earth is in a constant process of renewal. In some ways, perhaps even more that the beginning of a new year, spring awakens us to new possibilities, new adventures and restored hope.

Depending on your circumstances, spring cannot come soon enough. It’s been a rough few months. The darkness of the short days and long nights have drained you of energy and weakened your faith that things will ever be different. Maybe the decisions and actions of others have created a seemingly impossible situation. Or, health issues have brought frustrations and challenges and are forcing you to face new realities about your life and future.

So whether spring is exploding all around you, or you’re still shoveling snow and sliding on the ice, hang on. There is hope.

I cannot promise that your health issues will improve or go away completely. I cannot promise that your marriage will survive, or you will get your dream job, or your knight in shining armor will ride in on a white horse. But, I can promise you, if you are still breathing life, God is not finished with you yet.

May these words encourage you and offer support as you long for and hopefully embrace renewal, rejuvenation and hope.

All around us we observe a pregnant creation. The difficult times of pain throughout the world are simply birth pangs. But it’s not only around us; it’s within us. The Spirit of God is arousing us within. We’re also feeling the birth pangs. These sterile and barren bodies of ours are yearning for full deliverance. That is why waiting does not diminish us, any more than waiting diminishes a pregnant mother. We are enlarged in the waiting. We, of course, don’t see what is enlarging us. But the longer we wait, the larger we become, and the more joyful our expectancy.

Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans. He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition, and keeps us present before God. That’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good. (Romans 8:21-28, The Message)

Remember, God is always working and always doing something good.

Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. ⁹ Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you. (Philippians 4:8-9, NIV)

Remember, how we think and what we think about are keys to how we live.

But when the kindness and love of God our Savior appeared, he saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of his mercy. He saved us through the washing of rebirth and renewal by the Holy Spirit, whom he poured out on us generously through Jesus Christ our Savior, (Titus 3:4-6, NIV)

Remember, God has already done the hard part.

When life piles up on me and it is difficult to believe that spring will ever arrive, this statement reminds me to not give up.

“We are all faced with a series of great opportunities brilliantly disguised as impossible situations.” (Charles R. Swindoll)

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Vol. 20 No. 09 | February 26, 2018

It has been a week of reflection. Spending time in reflection is fairly normal for me, but this week my meditations proved to be more deliberate.

I’ve reflected on things that are going on around me at any given moment: people that cross my path, the sounds I hear, the changes in the weather and seasons, the coffee in my cup, and the next task on my ‘to do’ list.

I’ve reflected on the events happening in the lives of my family, especially the two new grandbabies about to make their first public appearances.

I’ve reflected on the changes that are taking place in and around me, with and without my input or approval.

I’ve reflected on the blessings I’ve received and receive daily. And I’ve reflected on what often feels like a distant silence from God.

All of these times of reflection have left me with souvenirs and also with the realization:

I am in control of almost nothing.

This is a good reminder for me. You see, there are times when the effort to control consumes me-  not necessarily to feel powerful, more to not feel powerless.

The outcome of my decisions and plans I make are dependent on me. Or are they? The weather is beyond my control. What people do is beyond my control. Tragedies and illnesses are beyond my control.

The truth is, knowing I’m not in control can actually be liberating. I have learned to appreciate the statement I first heard from a young co-worker: “Not my circus; not my monkeys.”

But at the same time, I often have the desire to run the circus and make sure the monkeys behave.

So, I have to remind myself, the world can and will carry on without my interference.

I’ve discovered there are two sides to this. I am glad that the earth continues to spin when I’m healthy and when I’m sick. I’m glad the world around me is not dependent on my wisdom, knowledge and strength. The world was created long before I arrived. And unless the Lord chooses to stop it, it will continue to operate after I am gone.

However, in times of reflection, I wonder what I’ve contributed and if anyone has noticed my presence. And without fail, when I start to dwell in the land of what about me, the Lord always sends a pleasant reminder at just the right time, in just the right way: my life does have meaning.

I can do nothing to change the past; I can do nothing about things that may or may not happen in the future; and living in the present, doing what I can to make the world a better place, is all I need to be concerned about.

This simple yet profound truth, at least for the moment, relieves me from the pressure of controlling circumstances and people and the future. It helps me accept the fact that I’m not the center of the universe and helps me remember: “There is a God and I am not Him.” (Father Cavanugh to Rudy)

This frees me to do what I can to make the world a better place. I can love people as unconditionally as possible. I can listen to people. I can live a simple, quiet life. I can be kind and gentle. I can write a few words each week and pray they find their way into the heart of someone who needs them. I can gain as much wisdom as I can and share it when it is appropriate. I can change the things I can change and accept those I cannot.

This week of reflection has come to a close. And as I relish in my collection of souvenirs, I realize that another time of reflection will begin.

In the meantime, it’s time to live the abundant life I’ve been given, to love my neighbors and to serve the Lord faithfully to the end.

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Vol. 20 No. 08 | February 19, 2018

I gazed out the window as we made our final descent. All I could see were clouds spread out in every direction- dark, dense, ominous clouds.

I became slightly anxious as we cut through them, waiting to see the ground. Within minutes, I saw the first glimpse of where we were headed, and soon after, a full view of my hometown’s familiar terrain.

This made me think of other occasions in my life when the clouds were so thick, I couldn’t see what was ahead of me. I was forced to trust that someone was guiding me through the darkness toward a safe place. Or, as Paul reminds us, ^“For we live by faith, not by sight.” (2 Corinthians 5:7)

As soon-to-be parents, we travel through the clouds of uncertainty, waiting for the first glimpse of our child, knowing the pain and discomfort of pregnancy will be replaced with joy and gratitude.

As our child grows, we navigate the sometimes dark clouds of parenthood by hoping and praying we will do the right things, love and nurture in the right way, and share the right wisdom and knowledge.

Once our child reaches adolescence, a new cluster of clouds appear. At times, it seems our child has drifted off into the darkness of another realm. All we can do is pray, try to be patient and have faith that this too, will pass.

As our children become adults, they, like us, will inevitably experience times of trouble and distress, trials and pain, disappointments and loss. There will be times when these challenges seem too difficult. We’ll become engulfed in the clouds, the darkness will overtake us and brokenness will consume us.

The only thing that can sustain us during these times is faith. Because we know and trust the One who is piloting our course. We know we will break through the clouds and land safely on familiar terrain once again.

If you find that you are surrounded by dark clouds and wonder if you will ever break through, keep believing. Keep trusting. Should you get anxious or have doubts, maybe this short prayer will help.

“Teach me to do your will, for you are my God; may your good Spirit lead me on level ground.” (Psalm 143:10, NIV)

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Vol. 20 No. 07 | February 12, 2018

A Pilgrim Song

I look up to the mountains;

does my strength come from mountains?

No, my strength comes from God,

who made heaven, and earth, and mountains.

He won’t let you stumble,

your Guardian God won’t fall asleep.

Not on your life! Israel’s

Guardian will never doze or sleep.

God’s your Guardian,

right at your side to protect you—

Shielding you from sunstroke,

sheltering you from moonstroke.

God guards you from every evil,

he guards your very life.

He guards you when you leave and when you return,

he guards you now, he guards you always.^[1]

I’m not exactly sure what a moonstroke is, but when Eugene Peterson calls this a pilgrim song, I know exactly what he means.

When you think of pilgrim, try not to think of a person wearing a black suit, peculiar shoes with big buckles, and a strange looking hat. Think instead of traveler, tourist, wayfarer, or visitor.

Maybe you can also relate to a bumper sticker I saw recently:

All wanderers are not lost.

I’m not lost, but I certainly feel like a wanderer- moving along, often at a rapid pace, on my way somewhere to do something with and for someone, constantly trusting that God is with me.

Some will remember singing these words: “This world is not my home, I’m just a-passin’ through.” It’s never been one of my favorites necessarily, but the sentiment often resonates with me as I work my way through life. I am a pilgrim. I am a visitor in this world, and I am a wanderer in this land.

Psalm 121 offers a couple of adjustments that may help us keep our wanderings on course.

First, be aware of where you’re looking for help and direction. Where are you looking? The Psalmist says, “My help comes from the Lord.” When I find myself wandering off course, I can usually trace it back to looking for help, hope, and guidance from my own wisdom or from the wisdom of other people. But real wisdom, real hope, and real guidance comes from the Lord.

Second, remember the Lord will provide us with protection even when we are wandering. Although we can’t always hear what God is saying to us and see where He is leading us, this doesn’t mean He has forgotten or is ignoring us.

I have no way of knowing where you are on your journey through this life. But I hope these rambling words will give you comfort that you’re not alone on your pilgrimage and you’re not forgotten. Not by the people who love you and not by the Lord.

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^[1] Eugene H. Peterson, The Message: The Bible in Contemporary Language (Colorado Springs, CO: NavPress, 2005), Ps 121:1–8.

Vol. 20 No. 06 | February 5, 2018

It was raining and Starbucks was quiet. After I got my coffee and settled in next to the window, I opened up my laptop to get a few things done while I waited for my friend.

Three men entered and sat down at the table next to me. They were excessively loud, so I moved to another table. A one-sided conversation took over the room from a man who ‘knew everything about everything’. It was impossible to tune out and I finally ended up at a table in the far corner of the room.

My intention’s not to sound judgmental or over-sensitive. I just didn’t need or want to hear all of that. Actually, I didn’t need or want to hear any of it. But this particular fellow seemed to think I (and everyone else in the coffee shop) needed to hear everything he had to say.

Although this incident ranks extremely low on any list of First World problems, it does remind me of the importance of surrounding myself with things that are positive and uplift me. I can try to convince myself that what I hear doesn’t affect how I think and feel, but the reality is, it does.

As Jesus says in the passage below, we need to carefully consider what we hear.

For whatever is hidden is meant to be disclosed, and whatever is concealed is meant to be brought out into the open. If anyone has ears to hear, let them hear.”

Consider carefully what you hear, he continued. With the measure you use, it will be measured to you—and even more. (Mark 4:22-24, NIV)

If I watch or listen too often and too long to the news, with its panel of experts who talk (or yell) over other experts, I find myself becoming frustrated, agitated and anxious. The same negative emotions emerge when I’m in the car listening to talk radio or radio D.J.s.

It’s usually better for me to listen to my own playlists or nothing at all. Or when I’m writing and studying, I usually listen to quiet, relaxing music; total silence is sometimes too quiet and other types of music make it difficult for me to focus. Plus, when I need to look up from my computer and gaze off into the distance, the softer music provides a soothing soundtrack for my thoughts.

What I learned from my experience at Starbucks was that when I allow other voices or the ones in my head to talk over God’s voice, it’s easy for me to become dissatisfied, downcast and discouraged. This is when I know I need to get back to the Word and let Him remind me of how He feels about me.

An overexposure to conversations or messages that are harsh, negative and judgmental tends to make me react with harshness, negativity, and judgment. On the flip side, when I hear and engage in conversations that are positive and life-affirming, I feel inspired, encouraged and have a more pleasant attitude.

Obviously, there are times when we have no option but to hear things we’d prefer not to. In a restaurant, for instance, we may have to focus our attention on something else so we won’t hear the conversation going on next to us. Or when we’re traveling with a co-worker, there may be no escape from hearing them rant about a colleague or boss.

These situations can be uncomfortable and frustrating. We need to be intentional and do what’s best for us: move to another table, read a book, or listen to relaxing music.

Jesus regularly retreated from the demands of the crowd to be alone and listen to His Father. He chose solitude over the constant barrage of voices from his followers expressing their needs and demanding His time, or religious leaders throwing out false accusations, or His disciples’ attempts to redirect His mission. He used this time as a time to refresh, restore and refuel His soul.

He knew we would have the same need, so He said, “If anyone has ears to hear, let him hear. … Consider carefully what you hear.”

So maybe it’s time to consider more carefully what we’re hearing. We owe this to ourselves and should not feel guilty for seeking out a situation that will better serve us.

Being discerning about what we hear is vital to our mental, spiritual and physical well-being. We need to distinguish between lies and truth, redirect the conversation, or get away from the noise of life and find a quiet place to rest so we can redirect our attention to what the Lord has to say.

I promise, this conversation will leave you inspired, encouraged and with a more pleasant attitude.

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Vol. 20 No. 05 | January 29, 2018

I almost always keep my desk and study area clean and free of clutter. I find an orderly desk provides less distractions.

But when I got to the top of the stairs this morning and saw what was in front of me, chills went down my spine. (For picture go to www.anorvellnote.net)

I hate it when my desk is like this- covered with papers, bills, receipts, a water bottle with one good swallow left, yellow sticky notes stuck on top of other sticky notes attached to my computer monitor, gift cards, tax forms, pens and highlighters, and of course my Bible (this does not fall into the ‘clutter’ category, obviously.)

Everywhere you look- on the floor, the filing cabinet, and the bookcase behind my desk- are folders, stacks of papers, files, textbooks, a plastic crate filling up with 2018 receipts.

Have I mentioned that I hate it when clutter collects like this?

“Tom, oh Tom, why have you allowed your desk and study area to get in such a condition?” you might ask.

The answer is reasonably simple: because this is a lot like how my life looks right now.

But I will say, although most of the stuff piled up on and around my desk looks like clutter, it’s not entirely. With the exception of a few of the sticky notes, most of the stuff scattered about has a purpose. (Okay, five pens may be a little much.)

Like the desk clutter, the things piling up on my list of what I need and want to do in my life are also important. There are people I try to stay connected to (you are one of those people); I am currently involved, to some degree, in four writing projects; teaching part-time; counseling; trying to develop my practice or perhaps find a full-time position; working part-time in a department store; trying to be a good husband, Dad, Papa, friend and all that’s wrapped up in trying to live as a follower of Jesus.

On some days, when I sit with my journal and reflect on all that exists within the boundaries of my life, I have the same feeling as when I arrived at the top of my stairs and looked into my study. Ugh! Where do I even start?

So as I sat amidst of all the clutter, I turned to the words of Jesus:

You are blessed when you get your inside world — you mind and heart —put right. Then you can see God in the outside world.

I read those words three or four times, took several long, deep breaths and closed my eyes, sitting quietly for a few minutes. When I opened my eyes, I took one of the five pens on my desk, (the one with brown ink) made a short list of the most important tasks for the day, and one by one, started removing the yellow sticky notes.

I probably won’t get all the clutter cleared from my desk today. And when I climb the stairs tomorrow, most of those important tasks I jotted down will likely still need to be checked off. But one by one I will deal with them.

As I clear the clutter from my desk and my mind my inside world — my mind and heart — will be put right again. Then, I can see God all around me.  

When I’m able to see God all around me, the clutter seems to disappear and I’m able to see more clearly what I need to do to serve Him and fulfill my purpose.

Maybe you need to do a few things to clear your mind and heart this week. If I can help, let me know.

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Vol. 20 No. 03 | January 15, 2018

“You’re blessed when you care. At the moment of being ‘care-full,’ you find yourselves cared for.” (Matthew 5:7, The Message)

When you care, it hurts to see a person standing in the intersection selling papers on days when it’s too hot or cold to be outside. (or any day, for that matter.)

When you care, it’s disturbing to see news reports of an a 5-year old or 68-year old being killed in a neighborhood shooting.

When you care, it’s upsetting to learn that people who survived deadly storms from months ago are still struggling to find shelter, food, water, and medical care.

When you care, it’s maddening to hear the leader of our nation use disrespectful and bigoted language when speaking about people of the opposite sex or who have a different skin color, economic status, from a poverty-stricken country, or political view than his.

When you care, it’s upsetting when another person reveals they’ve been subjected to abuse and harassment by someone in a position of authority.

When you care, it’s disappointing when you learn someone you loved, admired, and respected did something to hurt you or someone else.

When you care, it offends you to see Christian people, or anyone for that matter, treating the server at a restaurant with disrespect.

When you care, it infuriates you to hear about a child who has been sexually abused, beaten, neglected, or abandoned.

When you care, it breaks your heart to learn about a woman who has been abused by her husband and is too afraid to leave.

When you care, you feel the pain of those around you…and it hurts.

There are times when I wish I didn’t care so much. There are times when I wish I could tune out all the pain and suffering and not have to deal with it.

But the fact is, I do care…as do you. And yes, it hurts, and I sometimes want to escape it. But then I revisit Jesus’s sermon:

“You’re blessed when you care. At the moment of being ‘care-full,’ you find yourselves cared for.” (Matthew 5:7, The Message)

Life might be easier if we stop caring, but if we do, we’ll miss out on the care and love He promises us…and the care and love we receive from those we care for.

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Vol. 20 No. 02 | January 8, 2018

The first full week of the new year provided me with some time to reflect on the past year. I journaled about the lessons I learned and the things that happened, both good and bad. There was a lot of good and some bad, but overall, it was a year full of learning and growing.

I’ve always heard that time seems to move faster as we get older. If that’s true, I must be much older than my driver’s license says: these first weeks have flown by.

So today, I’m making it a point to pause and pray:

Father,

Where are we headed this year? What adventures will we experience together? What new lessons do You have planned for me to learn? What new people will You send into my life and allow me to help on their own adventures?

Will this be another year of learning to trust You? I ask that, knowing full well it will be; that always seems to be a part of our journey.

Will the lessons be difficult because I sometimes can’t see or hear You? Or will this be the year when trusting comes easy because I can hear You above all others and see You in front of me showing the way?

Lord, where are we headed this year? How will I handle the challenges I’ll face? Will I be strong and courageous? Or will I be weak and fearful? Will I be alert and attentive to your bidding, or will I be easily distracted and miss opportunities to help someone who needs me?

Lord, I do not know where we are headed this year, but I do know is this:

Although there will be times of fear and weakness and confusion and times of joy and accomplishment (when I may be tempted to forget about you), I will always be safe, I will always be loved and I will always find hope to share with others…

Because I will always choose to follow You.

I will be safe, I will be loved, and I will find hope to share with others.

Tom

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As 2018 comes to end I want to thank you for your financial and prayer support over the last twelve months. With your help I have been able to write and share fifty-two more A Norvell Notes, and publish my book Until Hope Returns. Needless to say I won’t be taking the family on a long and extended beach vacation, or sending any of our five granddaughters to college on the profits from the book, but it has been a very satisfying accomplishment. 

I could not have done either of those things without your help. Our move to Texas has brought more challenges for finding time devoted to writing, but I accept that challenge and have no plan to stop, hope to work another project or two in 2019. 

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Thank you again and I wish you many blessings in the new year.

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