The Simple Gospel©

In my previous job there were days that I would start my trek down the mountain just as the sun was rising.  There is one spot where a particular precipice gives way to the most amazing panoramic views.  Two thousand feet above the city, the open skies give the naked eye the ability to see for miles as the expanse of heaven lights up with the vibrant colors of dawn.   As light permeates the darkness, the world below awakens to the reality of a fresh new day.  There’s something inspiring about watching dawn arrive. 

It’s how I would describe the path my life has taken these last few years.  New days are dawning and life with God is becoming simpler than I’ve ever known it to be.

I remember the day I accepted the invitation to give my life to Christ. I was desperate and alone, searching to be loved.  I didn’t have a clue that in essence I was dying to life on my own and accepting His life as mine. I was put into a discipleship program where I would be taught how to be a Christian. Little did I know it would be my demise as it would lead me down a path of old covenant living in a new covenant relationship.  The emphasis would be on me and what I must do.

There were always steps listed at the end of the message telling me what I could do to make things better for myself and for God.  As soon as I finished one regime there was another waiting in the wings.

One speaker would take you to dealing with your wounds while another would tell you how to make sure you had no idols. I was exhorted to make sure all sins were confessed, not missing one.  I was encouraged to have my quiet time daily, praying my prayer list faithfully.  I had to search my heart constantly to make sure all offenders were forgiven.  I was told to hunt for vows and roots.  Mandates were given constantly encouraging me to rise up and do something.  Being a child of God became overwhelming and quite frankly, exhausting.

Christianity became complex.  I realized that if someone asked me how I had gotten to where I was in my relationship what I would tell them would shut them down. The sheer process with its lists would overwhelm them.

Something was desperately wrong .  If Christ had finished everything why was there still so much to do?  The messages were mixed and perplexing.  There was nothing simple about this gospel I had accepted as my own.

I began asking questions in an open dialogue with God.  How could this be so confusing and draining?  Jesus said His burden was easy and His yoke was light.  Over these last few years He has awakened me to the ease of His yoke,  Jesus + nothing = everything.

As I drove the car home from my daughter’s house this week God and I chatted a little more about the simplicity of it all.   He reminded me of the story of John the Baptist.  John’s words were straightforward.  “Repent, for the kingdom of God is near”.  It struck me afresh as He awakened me to see something I’d never seen in the story.   The word repent means to change the way you think.    John told the people to change the way they were thinking while pointing to Jesus, the way, the truth and the life.  Let me explain the significance of this to me.

In John’s time there was a covenant in place in which it was up to the individual.  When you read through the books of Leviticus you become aware of what the expectation was.  Life was about the individual and what they would attempt to do to meet the requirements of the law.   But change was on the horizon.  The resurrection opened a new covenant where I would die to the life that was about me and be made alive to the reality of Christ efforts in and through me.  

In 2 Corinthians 3 it speaks of the veil that lies over the hearts of man, removed only by Christ.  It also speaks of us not being adequate in ourselves to consider anything coming from ourselves.  Our adequacy comes from God.

I have read the words in Hebrews 4; on multiple occasions yet now they make sense to me. “For the one who enters God’s rest also rested from his works”. “I no longer live but Christ lives in me.” 

This is the simple gospel.  It’s not a life where I look within to myself it’s a life where I look within to Christ.   He is fused into my being and now we live together.  What is He putting on my heart?  What is He putting on my mind through this fusion and oneness with Him.  What is He inspiring in this moment.  I don’t make Him my life, He is my life. It’s not a discipline or a sacrifice.  It’s a being, an abiding.  I don’t imitate Him I allow Him to be lived through me.    It’s a mindset not a to do list.

As I dwell in the reality of Christ’s life lived through me the mandates are fulfilled. Obedience isn’t an issue, nor is forgiveness, they are a result.  The focus of what I must do drops away as I embrace what He now does, each and every day, through me.

“The life of a Christian is the life of Christ within us through the Holy Spirit. It is not a life similar to his, it is his life.” J. E. Conant

@copyrighted: 2017 Julie L. Todd

New Covenant Reality©

The more I understand what happened when Jesus walked out of the grave the more simple this gospel really becomes to me.

There are catch phrases from the religious days though that can still hit me.  They were used to keep me on the beaten path of striving to be in right standing with God.  As I have come out from under the veil of religion, their meaning no longer binds me.  In fact I see the ability to live as one who is set free.

Let’s take for instance the words from John the Baptist.  The scriptures tell us that John’s disciples saw the crowds moving towards Jesus and went to John to tell him.  It’s where the famous words were coined. “He must increase but I must decrease.”  I am certain John had no idea how out of context these words would be taken through the years.

I cannot remember how many times I was told that I needed to decrease in order for Christ to increase.  I didn’t question it.  Instead I set out to be the best at decreasing.  I didn’t want to take a chance on Christ not being able to increase.  It became another mandate of life for me that left me hopelessly exhausted.

How does one indeed decrease?  How does one know if it’s enough?

As the light sears into my being, my eyes open to the truth of what John was really saying. He was not exhorting mankind to decrease so that Christ might increase.  He was stating a fact.  His ministry was coming to an end.  It had fulfilled its purpose.  He was the forerunner of Christ.  He would preach a message of repentance,  exhorting people to change the way they thought.  The word “repent” in Hebrew means to change one’s mind for better.

In the days of John’s preaching the people were still under the old covenant, the Mosaic law.  The only way that they could exercise repentance was to grab a flawless animal, take it to the temple, have it slaughtered, it’s blood spilled and sprinkled in order for their sins to be atoned for.  A new day was on the horizon.  It is what John’s message was all about. It would not be long before those sacrifices would come to a halt.  A new covenant would be in place allowing all sins to be forgiven from the first breath to the last breath with one-act.  God’s Spirit would no longer live in the temple where the sacrifices for atonement were taken.  He would make a home in us.

The resurrection changed everything for everyone.  The cross paid the atonement for our sins but the resurrection gave us new life.   The old covenant law was fulfilled forever, a new covenant was now in place.  It is in that new covenant that I now live.

In the moment Christ walked out of the grave not only were my sins forgiven but I was given the chance of a lifetime.  The very deity of God would make its home in me. There would be no more focus on behavior as the requirements of the law were fulfilled once and for all.

Jesus says “I’ve been crucified with Him and that I no longer live but that He lives in me. It’s now Jesus inside Julie.  We are joined together as one.  I embody Him.  He fills me. It’s not an increasing or a decreasing it’s a complete and total makeover.  My life is now hidden in Him.

Jesus came in all fullness, once for all, to dwell in me.  There is nothing to increase.  There is nothing to decrease.

We as creatures are geared to a mindset of knowing what we are to do to live out this life of Christianity.   We feel better with lists and 5 point outlines that instruct us.  But the truth is, it’s really very simple.  We accept what has been gifted to us.  It all comes down to what we believe and accept as our truth.  Do we really believe that we died with Christ and that He now lives in us?  That is the catch of it all.

I believe that I am married to my husband.  I don’t question it or doubt it.  I remember the day I stood before friends and joined my life with his.  From that moment on I became David’s wife.  Everything that was his became mine.  It was my reality.  It was what I began to live.

It’s the same concept yet with so much more.  That moment when I gave my life to my God I became His dwelling place.  Christ gave me His mind, and His Spirit.  All that He was and is became mine.

I simply mature into what is my greatest truth.   All of the fullness of the Deity of God is now in me.  That is my reality.  That is my identity.

What must I do to be a new creation?  Live as though it is true.  Because it is.

©copyrighted:  Julie L. Todd 2017

What’s Your Focus?©

I’ve always found great pleasure in watching crawling babes mature into the discovery of their walking legs.  The surprise on their face when they pull themselves up for the first time says it all.  Each discovery leads to the next. They move from holding on for dear life to courageously meandering around the coffee table, to running alone in freedom. Each step is an exciting pilgrimage of life.

I am finding my legs of freedom as I am opened up more deeply to the new covenant reality. Some days I feel as if I am meandering my way around the table ,of this new life in Christ, and other times my feet are running in liberation.  The more my eyes are opened the more I gain understanding into what it means to no longer live on my own.

It all started with a sweet conversation with Jesus.  The worries and cares of this world were hammering in hard. I was reminded of Jesus’ prayer in John 17, “they are not of the world even as I am not of the world.”   It sure feels like I’m of this world most days.  This world system works on the almighty dollar.  How does one not feel sucked in by its requirements and demands?   I could feel the sadness sweep over me leaving me in a state of depletion.  I sat down to talk with Him.

As we chatted Jesus began to reveal to me the reality of the truth in this verse.  “Jewel, you can’t look at things through the lens of this world and it’s system.”  “It never works out that way.” “This world operates on the almighty dollar.”  “We don’t.”  “Our ways fill you up.”  “The world’s ways deplete you.”  “Depletion leads to escapes which just deplete you even more.”

“To live in this world you cannot be of this world.”  “It’s a fine line that gets so easily crossed.”  “The world system demands.”  “Our system gives.” “It’s all about focus, Jewel.” “Your focus will determine your state of being.”  “I came that you might have life and have it to the full.”  “If life ain’t full, then something’s out of focus.”  “I’m not talking about circumstantial.”  “There will always be troubles in this world.”  “I’m talking about well-being.”  “Your focus will determine how well it is with your soul.”

He reminds me of a camera that my youngest had a few years back.  The camera lens kept malfunctioning.  The lens would stay in a constant state of motion, moving in and out of focus.  It hindered the use of the camera leaving it useless in the hands of its owner. Off to the repair shop it went.  Upon its return we learned that the camera lens had become jammed up with sand that had tampered with its stability.

I see the point He’s trying to make as the image of this camera correlates with the struggles of my every day life.

All it takes is one word and I can so easily be swept up into a place that causes me to be jammed up. Maybe it’s something to do with the restrictions in our finances, or maybe it’s the way an employer is treating my husband unfairly.  Maybe someone close to me makes a statement that sends me into the labels the world has tried to place on my life.  The situations are varied but the response is the same.  What is my focus?

“Set your mind on things above not on the things that are on earth.”  “Fix your eyes on Jesus, the author and finisher of your faith.” “In this world you will have trouble, but take heart, I have overcome the world.”  “You are a new creation in Christ, the old has gone the new has come.”  The words of scripture guide me further.

When the money is tight and the restrictions seem large what becomes my focus?  Do I see the restrictions with money or do I see God?  One will give me hope the other will plummet me into despair.  The world is limited in resources but God owns the cattle on a thousand hills.  Do I look at the things that are wrong in this world or the things that are right in God?  What becomes my focus?

Things have happened in this world that have tainted the programming of my mind.  It’s easy to live at a high level in those hurt places.  When someone says something inadvertently and the negative labels and programming get ignited in me, what happens next depends on my focus.  Do I see my identity through the eyes of God or through the words and actions of a man or a woman?

I have been given the mind of Christ.  Jesus saw the good in everything because He saw God.

It’s time for my lens to be restored to its rightful setting, as He is, so am I.  I am not of this world.  It’s ways are not my ways.  As my focus is turned to things above my mind settles in where it belongs.

“Don’t become so well-adjusted to your culture that you fit into it without even thinking. Instead, fix your attention on God. You’ll be changed from the inside out.” Romans 12: 2 (The Message)

©copyrighted:  Julie L. Todd 2017

 

 

 

 

To Become Like A Child©

Things have gotten pretty messed up in this world.  I see the effects of what this broken place does to us as I watch the ways of the children around me. I currently have two 5 year olds in my life.  One is my grand the other is a child I give MeMe care to.  I am touched as I watch them. They have a firm belief in who they are.  They are comfortable in their own skin which allows a life free of insecurities.  They don’t question whether they are loved and accepted.  They are confident they are.

It makes me stop to consider.  How do things go so wrong?

I have long believed that there are two stories written on our lives.  One is the story the broken world tries to tell us.  The other is the story God wrote a long time ago.  I started out in one and ended up in another.  It all started when I was the child with the different personality.  I didn’t learn the way the school system taught nor was I the typical easy going temperament.

The world around me became the supporting actors and actresses on my script.  It seemed that everyone and everything pointed the way to my new beliefs.  With each act, I became a bit more lost to who I had been made to be.

By the time I reached my late teens I was convinced that there was something wrong with me.  I was too much and not enough all at the same time.  The label found a place inside my being.  REJECTED.  One event after another confirmed it all.  There was no real acceptance here on this earth.  The child was gone, the broken adult became the voice in my head.

What happens in life that takes us from to such drastic changes?

We enter this world of sin, born into sin.  We really don’t even understand what all that means.  Years are added and along with them the shame and consequences of choices; ours and those around us. It doesn’t take long for the once, free caring, confident child to diminish.  We become products of the world we are born into.  We forget who we are.

This isn’t the world I was created for.  Back in the beginning of time, before the world existed God had a plan for me.  It was a life without shame where I could walk in the cool of the day with Him and others because love was whole and real.  It was a world where all was right in every sense of the word.  And then it all changed.

It’s not God’s perspective that gets tainted by sin. It’s mine.  The thoughts God has towards me have always been the same.  The problem comes when I believe a different story, a story that emanates from a world wrecked by sin.

I’ve come to realize something simple, yet so very profound.  No man, woman, or child, can give me the acceptance I so desperately have longed for.  No one can give me the seal of approval.  Every single person on this earth will let me down.  Many have.  People live out of their own broken stories.  How could they possibly give me truth for mine?

It makes me understand a little better what Jesus meant when He said “unless you are converted and become like a little child, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”

As I finish my last year of my 50’s these beautiful words of Jesus take on new meaning. I do not believe that God is only telling me that in order to go to heaven I have to become like a child and believe.  I think He is trying to tell me that in order to live in the fullness of my life I must go back to the story I was comfortable in before the world came after me. It’s what I see in those 5 year olds in my care.  They are not weighed down by the programming of this broken world.  They are free to be who they simply are as ones who are loved.

In I Corinthians I learn that I am a new creation, that old things have passed away.  I have a new starting point.  God’s perspective of me is my new point of reference.  My identity was established by God before all times.  He looked at me, in those first moments on earth and said, “You are loved!”  Before I could love Him, He loved me.

My grown up world has been one plagued with rejection from man.  It doesn’t take much for me to feel it.  When those moments come, where the actions of another speak, I make my choice.  God is for me.  I am accepted, therefore no man can reject me.

Children don’t question their acceptance.  They just live in it.  To enter into all that He is and all that He has done I must go back to the belief of a child who lives in the simplicity of who they are and where they belong.

People can never tell me the story of who or what I am.  They didn’t write it.  God did.

@copyrighted:  Julie L. Todd 2016

 

The Unknown Waters of Trust©

“He calls me out upon the waters, the great unknown where feet may fail.” “And there I find you in the mystery, in oceans deep my faith will stand.”

“Your grace abounds in deepest waters, Your Sovereign hand will be my guide”                       “Where feet may fail and fear surrounds me,  You’ve never failed, You won’t start now.”

“So I will call upon your name and keep my eyes above the waves”                                                “When oceans rise my soul will rest in your embrace, For I am yours and you are mine.”

“Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders.  Let me walk upon the waters wherever you will call me.  Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander and my faith will be made stronger in the presence of my Savior.”   ©Hillsong United “Oceans”

What a year this has been with twists and turns I never anticipated.   Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined both my husband and I would be unemployed at the same time.  In June, David was left with no option but to leave his job due to an unethical situation.  In July God closed the door on mine.

David was given a job, 2 months into his unemployment, at a pay rate much less than was needed.  I started a company of my own that is financially unpredictable. When each month begins I have no idea what my income will be.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have seen myself starting this business.  It’s not like me to throw caution to the wind and step out in uncertain financial waters.  Yet there was a yearning deeply implanted in me that drove me forward.  He called me out upon the waters to find Him in the mystery of it all.

Money has always been one of my greatest struggles.  Having too much money is not what I battle, it’s the fear of how it will all work out when it doesn’t appear we will have enough. My mind starts the calculations of the bills versus the income and what it comes up with troubles me.  How can it possibly all work?  The fear takes over so easily and I begin to falter. I become like Peter who sank into the waters as the great wind and waves captured his attention.

So much of what we walk through in our lives is beyond our understanding and yet God knows exactly where we are.  He knows the good that will come out of the unchartered waters of this life.  He invites us out upon the waters where great unknowns dwell.  He knows we will find Him in the mystery.   In that mystery, we start to get a sense of our true belonging.  This is my story.

It’s been about 5 months since I stepped out.  Each month I wonder how it will all work out.  My feet falter and I get afraid.  But that’s the beauty of it all.  It’s in those moments of fear He surrounds me and I allows me to see this beautiful grace.

He picks me up and holds me close as He whispers, “Jewel, do you trust me?”

It’s much like the conversations I have with my sweet 5-year-old grand girl.  I find her worried and agitated about something.  I listen to her with the knowledge that it’s all going to be OK.  I can see the bigger picture that she is unable to see.  I reassure her that I will take care of her and this thing that scares her.    She sits unsettled until the moment when her choice has to be made.  “Aviah, will you trust me?”  “Do you believe MeMe will take care of you?” As she answers back “yes, MeMe, I trust you” the door is opened for her faith in me to grow. She begins to see that I am hers and she is mine.

So it is with me, and with you.

Jesus stands beside me, with His arm wrapped around me.  There sits the checkbook and the list of bills.  We pick it up and look at it all together as He whispers, “It’s OK, Jewel, I’ve got this” “will you trust me?” It’s the moment of choice that makes the difference. “Yes, Jesus, I can trust you.”  The door opens for my faith to be made stronger in the presence of my Savior.

As I am with Aviah, He is with me.  I am His and He is mine.

Every month I am amazed at what He does.  His grace abounds in deepest waters. His Sovereign hand will be my guide.  He’s never failed.  He won’t start now.

This is the promise of God to me, to you, to us all.

©copyrighted Julie L. Todd 2016

 

 

 

 

 

Rescued Again©

As I sit to write, fog blankets the mountain as rain waters the dry earth.  We’ve been in one of the longest droughts in the southeast in years.  Unusually high temperatures throughout the fall season have not helped.  Wildfires have been prevalent in these parts, something we are unaccustomed to.  There has been so much damage in East Tennessee through the hands of negligent people playing with fire.

You never know what a year will bring.

We began to wonder if rain would ever return to our state and today it has.  Though its chilling to the bone it’s a breath of fresh air to this dry, weary land.   There’s something peaceful that emanates out of the sound of the falling rain.  It brings a sense of soothing rest as the dry, cracked soil soaks up what’s been desperately needed.

I’m often amazed at how my life correlates with the world around me.  To say I have experienced a drought in my life would be an understatement.  Things have happened in this last couple of years that left me dry, weary and lost.   My response has been to do what I’m prone to do, pull myself up by my bootstraps and push forward.

I am reminded of a picture that illustrates the years of my religious life.  Imagine a climbing wall with its hand and foot holds.  Soon as the climber grasps one hold he is dependent on finding the next or he will fall to the ground.

Both of my sons enjoy rock climbing.  I once went and watched them in a competition. There were 3 walls that graduated with difficulty.  The climber would start at the bottom and work his way up.  The higher he climbed the more achieved he became.  I watched as my sons pushed forward, straining for that next hold. Sometimes they would reach it and other times they would pummel to the ground.  The higher they got the more difficult it became.

So it is with the ways of religion, something I’ve been accustomed to, something I’m being weaned of.  Religion puts the work on you.  That’s not the way of the gospel.  You see Jesus offers an elevator with a free ride.  He is, after all, the way.  There is no self climbing involved,  just a ride with Jesus.  I have often missed the ride.

I heard it said that to truly be safe in God’s love you have to realize how small you’ve made Him and experience Him in His endless power, strength and glory.  It’s part of what has transpired in this year of my drought.  I have come face to face with my small belief.

There is a story from a few years back that gives a window into what my world has been. One fall day in 1987, an 18 month old toddler fell into an abandoned well.  One hidden step and she was down in a cold, dark hole.  Her name was Jessica.  It took 58 hours of working day and night to rescue her.

That’s how traps are.  One hidden step and you are down.  It’s where these hard years had led me.  Where was God anyways?  Why wasn’t He doing something?  Somehow I had to survive this.  I pulled myself up by my bootstraps and grabbed for the hold to pull myself up.  I inadvertently forced myself back on that wall.  The climb was arduous.  I saw no elevator with Jesus waiting.  I was too focused on what was going on around me.

I had no clue what I was doing to myself until one day a song exposed me in my darkness.

“Through it all, through it all, my eyes are on you.  It is well”.   As I listened the tears welled up in my eyes.  For the first time in my life I could not say, “it is well” because I knew He had me.  I couldn’t say “God is good”..

Suddenly, much like baby Jessica, I became aware of the dark hole that had swallowed me. I was stuck.  By my own doing, I was trapped.

In that moment I experienced how small I had made God.   When God didn’t perform as I expected I lost sight of His goodness.  I took things upon myself.  I stopped riding the elevator.

When we expect God to prove our value in the midst of our circumstances we will be sorely disappointed.  It’s impossible, for the standard we use is man-made.  He failed me because I made up the rules.

I stopped believing and trusting that He was for me.  I fell down into the dark, cold well.  I made God small.  I inadvertently placed myself back on the rock wall of religious striving when I became dependent on myself and my bootstraps.

It’s been a few months now since my rescue.  Life has returned to these dry bones.  My circumstances haven’t changed much.  It’s still a very challenging time of life.  But I’ve put down my climbing shoes.  I’m riding in the elevator with Jesus.  He is the very breath of life that puts my feet in front of the other.

He is the life that swells within me.  He is my ride. He is my journey.

It is well with me.

@copyrighted Julie L. Todd

 

 

The Cries of a Child©

The transition that has occurred in my life has left me wondering many things. I have been through such a purging of all things religious that many days I sit dumbfounded and wonder who I am.  On those days I find myself uncertain of God’s activity in my life.  It’s been a long time since I have sat with pen and paper, words pouring out from Him to me. There have been subtle nudges, but nothing like I was accustomed to when I was doing all the things a good Christian should do.

It leaves me often to wonder where He is in all of this.  I’ve been talking to Him about it recently, asking Him to show me where He has been in the midst of my hard days.

Today, out of nowhere, I sat down to look over this blog.  I was made aware of 14 drafts that I had started and stopped, never publishing.  One in particular caught my eye today. It was from 4 years ago.  I was waiting the birth of my 1st grand.  I was reminiscing  back to the days when I first became a mom.

There was so much uncertainty.  I had heard it expressed that a mother knows the different cries of her child.  I couldn’t fathom how that could happen.  As I sat anticipating my daughter’s horizon I realized how deeply it had happened.  I had, after all, learned the cries of my children.

I learned the cry that revealed they were in pain.  I knew the tears of their anger.   Whimpers in the night awakened me instantly to their needs. I knew when to stand outside the room and listen.  I learned when to rush in to hold them tight.  Though my responses  were different at times, when my child cried out I heard them each and every time.

Each individual situation determined my action towards their tears. The cries of pain sent me running, while their tears of weariness often left me standing just outside the door listening.  As I waited, the cries would lead them to a place of exhaustion where their bodies surrendered to a place of sweet rest, a rest they desperately needed.

Remembering this picture today hits a spot for me.   I think He’s answering my question.

As I’ve moved away from all my religious practices He has seemed so absent.  I have felt so wrong.  I lived the bulk of my life responsible for the relationship with Him.  When I stopped the things I had always done, everything around me began to change.

It’s easier when I was doing all the “supposed to” things to feel the presence of God near me.   But I’m seeing now that it left me in a feeling based life.  I felt good when I was doing all the right things.  As I did what I was told to do I felt like the obedient, godly child in right standing.   When I was not,  I felt bad, dirty, wrong.

I’ve come to realize that I have nothing to do with my right standing.  It’s caused me to lay down the “supposed to’s” of this life.   More days I spend silently believing than loudly declaring or beseeching.  It is a great contrast to the years of living out of rules and regulations.

I walk naked before Him.  I come with nothing to offer.  I come simply because I believe.  I am not fulfilling obligations.  I am a pile on the floor, emptied of the driving force of my good behavior.  The hardest part is the absence of feelings that once led me forward.   As I’ve cried I’ve not seen Him come running.  It’s left me confused to say the least.  It can easily exacerbate the wrong feelings I have.

Today I was reminded of the days I stood outside the door of my child.  I longed to go in and get them yet knew if I did it would prolong what they needed;  rest.  So I waited outside.  I was never far from them.  I was right there, listening, attentively to the sounds emanating from their tiny bodies.  Nothing could stop that.

As I ponder this old blog post something settles inside me.  Could it be that on my  long nights of pain as I cried out He stood just outside the door waiting, as I did with my own? Could it be it’s what I needed the most?  As I remember the days with my own I am left to wonder.  Has He been standing outside the door allowing the weariness to take over my soul leading to lead me to a new place of rest?

This is a game changer for me.  May it be for you too.

@copyrighted 2016 Julie H. Todd