He Is In The Waiting






“Take Courage”

Bethel and kristene DiMarco


Slow down, take time

Breath in He said

He’d reveal what’s to come

The thoughts in His mind

Always higher than mine

He’ll reveal all to come

Take courage my heart

Stay steadfast my soul

He’s in the waiting

He’s in the waiting

Hold onto your hope

As your triumph unfolds

He’s never failing

He’s never failing

Sing praise my soul

Find strength in joy

Let His Words lead you on

Do not forget

His great faithfulness

He’ll finish all He’s begun

So take courage my heart

Stay steadfast my soul

He’s in the waiting

He’s in the waiting

Hold onto your hope

As your triumph unfolds

He’s never failing

And You who hold the stars

Who call them each by name

Will surely keep, Your promise to me

That I will rise, in Your victory

And You who hold the stars

Who call them each by name

Will surely keep, Your promise to me

That I will rise, in Your victory!

So take courage my heart

Stay steadfast my soul

He’s in the waiting

He’s in the waiting

And hold onto your hope

Watch your triumph unfold

He’s in the waiting…

This Blog is dedicated to my dear friend Jami

I never knew God cared about ALL the desires of my heart. I mean I get the spiritual ones but what about those desires you have that are absolutely just you… all you? I have been surrendered to my soul recently, and I want to share with you an experience I had, that I let go 27 years ago. Well sorta. I occasionally think of the experience I am about to share, and I am actually thankful that God used my hurting heart to make me who I am today.

Honestly though, I have only been enlightened in the last 2 weeks. I just thought this was a lost episode in my childhood. March 25, 1989 Bon Jovi was coming to the Richfield Coliseum in Cleveland. I had fallen in love with his music about two years prior to his concert tour. There was only one problem, MY MOTHER. I was not permitted to go. She was convinced that if it was not Sandy Patty or Amy Grant singing it was the devil. Let down was not really an accurate description more like volcanic devastation could maybe touch the emotions I felt that night.

I spent March 25,1989, at home with Mom. I cried myself to sleep while my best friends made their way to Cleveland to see him. The talk of the concert was even more heart breaking upon their return. I was so jealous it hurt.  I was ecstatic for them but flat pissed at my mom for not seeing the truth of this situation. My sister Jilene even talked to mom and told her she would take me–I was 15 she was 22. Obviously the answer was NO. Mom doesn’t know this but my step mom used to tape his videos on MTV for me. I would watch rewind and repeat for hours. Life goes on, but I never forgot Jon Bon Jovi and could sing along to every lyric on Slippery When Wet. My heart settled and so did I until recently when I found out he was going to be in Cleveland.

Both My kids danced that weekend and when I realized the dates coincided, I was disappointed.  About 5 days before the concert I found out that we would be finished with competition in time for me to make the show. No pressure: Trevor find us tickets now!!!!! Every time we talked about going I would tear up. I mean the thought of me getting to finally see him was overwhelming as it reminded me of the 1989. Except this time I was 43 years old. I didn’t care where our seats where as long as I got to hear him. Trevor took about 3 or 4 days to come up with 14th row center stage and this is when I got crazy emotional. Like tears a flowing emotional. I just could not wrap my head around 14th row.

The gratitude I had was amazing. Every time I thought about going I would cry. Cried because I thought that desire was forgotten. Heck, I even forgot how badly I wanted to go. The day of the concert came and Trevor received an email stating they had to change our tickets due to the performance kick?  Never heard of that but we pulled up the seating chart and Trevor informed me that we were moved to 5th row!!! Omg omg omg omg omg. I can’t right now!!!! 5th row what? How? Why? I feel like God was thinking how can I make this day even better? Let’s move her seats to row 5.

This is where it gets really good. Trevor bid on some tickets, and as we discussed the possibility of us going, I started to cry. I mean, 27 years later, and I might get to see bon jovi? Finally? 

I remember the night he came 27 years ago and so did God. Here is what is so amazing: I thought God only cared about the desires of our hearts that were godly not secular things and rock music. I’ll be honest. This kind of threw me around a little. God cares about me hearing Jon Bon Jovi sing???? Are you kidding?  If he remembers the heart break I felt in 1989 crying myself to sleep over the concert, then what in the heck else is he lining up for me?  The gratitude I felt. 

The whole point of this blog is to remind all of you of a really beautiful lesson I learned through this. There are things that are so deep inside your soul. Things that have left a mark. You’re sure that the desire you have is never gonna happen. Well, I am here to tell you that is a lie. You are a king/queen of the living God, and He never forgets the promises he’s made to you. So if he makes Bon Jovi happen than He will heal up every wound inside my heart. Set the captives free and grant every desire of my heart according to His will. 

Here is a crazy thought. God loves Jon Bon Jovi too. So for all you righteous religious people out there: Worry about yourself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Which brings me to this song take courage by Kristene Dimarco.  I love music and I am always searching for new plays. I found this song yesterday and it’s been on repeat for 2 days now. Can’t get enough. As I sat down to review this blog and send it off to my wonderful friend Mary to edit, the words fit right into the context: He is in the waiting. That is such a blessing.

Thank you Lord for not forgetting me ever. It may not happen today or in your lifetime but He’s in the waiting. So stay steadfast your soul, hold onto your hope and watch your triumph unfold. He is never failing. Sing praise my soul .

Friends please hear God’s heart. Hold onto your unanswered prayers because He knows your heart. It is in his time. Hold on. Hold on.

At the end of most blogs, I’ll ask you to write in with any comments or stories

We all want to hear how God has kept you waiting but in the end showed up.  Can’t wait to hear from you.

Snowy jumps ship

White Flag

I know you think that I shouldn’t still love you
Or tell you that
But if I didn’t say it, well I’d still have felt it
Where’s the sense in that?

I promise I’m not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were

I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be

I know I left too much mess and
Destruction to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can’t talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of it’s over
Then I’m sure that that makes sense

I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be

And when we meet
Which I’m sure we will
All that was there
Will be there still
I’ll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I’ve moved on

I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be

I was about 10 when I acquired snowy the duck. You’re probably wondering what does a duck has to do with Dido’s song about never surrendering her love. Stay with me.

Our neighbors bought their girls a few ducks for Easter. I used to live in the country so the closest neighbor was about a 5 minute walk. There was a family I used to visit and cut through my neighbors’ back yard. I was walking back and a sweet little white duck insisted on following me home.

Snowy was all white with an orange beak. She was more like a dog, and we became grand friends — literally fell in love. She followed me everywhere and even came into the house for “swim lessons” in my mother’s bathtub. Our relationship was simple, but it was my escape and I’m thankful for her. She was not a traditional pet, but I have never been a traditional person.

I had her about 2 years when she disappeared. I thought she ran away, but it wasn’t until my late 20’s that I learned the truth about her death. Jilene found her one morning walking to the bus in the drive way ripped to shreds. I suppose mother and Jilene felt it best to keep this truth from me, and I agree. I would have been devastated to know she suffered the way she did.

I preferred the fairytale in my mind that she ran away and found another mother. However, as I write about her, I sobbed from abandonment from this little duck 20 years ago and today. So maybe the truth would have been better even though I understand why they withheld it. I am 43 years old and have the fondest of memories’ of snowy.

When snowy disappeared I searched for days finding only a trail of feathers. I know now Mom and Jill disposed of her body. Visualize a little girl praying and sobbing and begging god to bring back her duck. He did not.

On the third day of the search I found a sassy peach colored cat and named her Tiffany — likely after the singer Tiffany. Remember her??? Even then my life revolved around music…

“Running just as fast as we can trying to get away into the night and then you put your arms around me and we tumble to the ground and then you say. I think were alone now, doesn’t seem to be anyone around.”

Sorry for the rabbit trail. Anyway, Tiffany followed me home. She was a typical cat, a little salty sometimes, nothing like Snowy. Still I am convinced that God sent her to me to ease the pain of losing my pet. In fact, I am certain she was Snowy reincarnated. Sometimes God takes but He always gives gives back tenfold.

I have had more Snowy’s in my life, and when they leave it’s like the sting of a 1,000 bees. I have felt the loss as I am sure you have. I have this horrible beautiful habit of loving people so much that I look past their faults and don’t see the truth of who they are. Eventually they take off their mask and I see but until they do…well…I am sucker.

It’s more like denial. As I age, I have learned the hard way not to whore my love out. When someone leaves you at first you think, what is wrong with me? Why? Doesn’t anyone really see me? It is sad but the more you are left holding your heart it gets easier.

Honestly. You begin to understand that not everyone loves like you do. Remember when you were little and your mom told you if you have one really good friend in your life you’re lucky? I understand now. No one really saw me when I was little. They had their own lives. Jilene is the only person who saw me. Thank you, sister, for loving me.

Or if they did see me, why did they leave? I used to think: Maybe I am not good enough. Maybe I am ordinary and boring and have nothing to offer? I don’t feel that way at all anymore. I see me and so does God and that is all that truly matters. What your Abba father sees. God sees you when no one else can. But that can be scary if you’re hiding behind a mask.

I think this is where you question yourself at first and it takes time to see the truth. People don’t leave you because you’re not enough; people leave you because you’re more than enough. They cannot handle it, and you scare them. It’s like they can’t figure out how to love themselves and others so they abandon ship.

I love the Dido song called White Flag. I will go down with this ship. I did not always go down with the ship though. In fact, I have abandoned ship many times and learned how devastating that is for everyone. It’s like going to the ends of the earth for someone and they can’t see you at all. They only see a reflection of themselves. They think they are alone but it’s a lie.

Pretty sure the lie comes from the chatter within that becomes real, and we believe it. My friend Mary taught me question to ask myself and I love it. When a thought comes in you ask, “Truth or trash?” That is how you know when to keep it or throwing away. I lost a friend two years ago. No eviction notice given. Just one day she was gone like snowy. 

It’s taken me two years to really heal. I am ok now because God sent me my friend Laurie. She loves hard and fierce, and the friendship is equal. We are soul sisters. I prayed for God to send me someone who would love like I do. God removed her because I wouldn’t give up on her and I never really will. 

So sometimes not giving up can hurt too. I don’t regret it. I did me. I loved. Thank you. You taught me an extremely powerful lesson and I honor it. I don’t hate you or have ill feelings. I now see the truth. It was not all you. I tried to help you see you were worthy of so much more. I can go to my grave knowing I didn’t jump ship. Someday you will see too. I promise.

I need reminded that it’s ok to get hurt in a relationship. It may be the only way to ever feel. It may be the only way God’s love can penetrate. It doesn’t mean you are a door mat it means you’re a door. Doors allow you to walk thru them to get to the other side. I’m just sorry I did not learn this years ago. Remember life is all about the journey not the destination.

Tell me some of your truths below. I would love to hear from you.

Open the door


I wrote a few weeks about my life patterns. How I chose a specific journey to keep my story true. The story with all the lies interconnected to my sub-conscious. The drinking pretty much always ended up with a familiar story. I would call my sister at 2 am and end up crying. Very simple. She would talk me off the cliff of my misery. I would pass out, wake up the next day and repeat. I had a season of life where drinking was an everyday part of who I was and I was totally ok with that scenario. I can tell you that my sister Jilene prayed for me. Jilene prayed audacious prayers while I wondered through the wilderness and spiraled thru the years. I have the lord to thank for her unwillingness to give up on me. She never left me. She later told me when she would get off the phone, she would sob and pray. Telling the enemy he could not have me. I said before the detail about who, how and why don’t actually matter and because it would hurt people in my life I have chosen to leave names and specific situations out. Because the point of this blog is for me to share what I have learned and overcome not expose other people’s stories and truth is we all attracted what we need to move forward in our story. See, you have a choice. Albeit a hard one, you can chose life or death. It’s up to you. Typically, some catastrophe has to take place to jolt ones awareness into consciousness. For me divorce was not enough. Although it did take a enormous chip off the exterior. 6 years after the divorce I was diagnosed with Invasive Ductal Carcinoma. I was 32 years old and this was not supposed to happen to me. So I believed it not to be a positive experience. I remember the night the doctor called and crying myself to sleep. The feeling of complete and utter devastation and my body, myself causing me so much pain. I had many other times of pain but never had I had myself to blame and oh did I blame……ME. Yeah, cancer did it for me. On top of a new marriage followed by a new business and a preteen child. Need I say more? People always ask me the same question? Oh, my gosh Melissa, where you not scared???? The long and short of that question is yes, I was scared but I didn’t live there. See my mother up till that point had breast cancer in the same breast 3X. I remember watching Oprah and she interviewed an author who wrote about eastern countries that had extremely low cancer percentage in their countries and I was like oh than all we have to do is eat right. Bought 4 of those books gave them to my sisters and mom and well……I solved our problems of getting cancer. Problem is……. Eating is not the only reason why I got cancer. It is interconnected however and I eventually teach my readers the art of balancing your life. Cancer is actually a sick soul. You can’t live in the unconscious and be healthy I’m sorry friends but it just works that way. I am not saying your are going to attract heart disease, cancer, diabetes and the such but I am saying if you don’t live consciously you will use the wrong tools in your belt to deal with who you are. I’m talking about stuffing your soul with garbage. There is not one person alive who doesn’t do this and people are walking around blind and God wants to set you free. This is part of why he put you on earth. Work through your stuff and help others. That is it!!! Problem is we get stuck in our story of lies and we believe the lie. The food, drinks, gossip, lies, jealousy, drugs, dependency, shopping, dying marriage, rebellious children, worry, anxiety, whatever we do to stuff the pain and avoid the work of evolving. Some people like me have to have attracted cancer to breakthrough. I have a confession however, life got harder after cancer and although I was aware that my soul was sick and I even knew why I attracted cancer I didn’t know how to heal. I mean I thought I was healing and eating and my connection with the God was pretty solid. So why after 10 years and 7 months later did a biopsy reveal I had pre cancer cells? Are you kidding me, I was actually mad. That news threw me a biggest curve ball, I remember me and my husband celebrating the 10 year anniversary and me think yup, I kicked your butt cancer. So proud and almost invincible I thought I had figured how to stay disease free. Truth is I had a door in front of me. Would I insert the key or abandon myself once again? Awwwwww, this time was different a sort of unbridled adventure and I knew it was such a time as this that I was called. Called to open the door God set before me and live freely without fear. We have choice in life and its either a live of fear or the life of love as my friend laurie says. There is not in-between there in only the reckoning of our souls.