By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    Nowhere in the Scripture do I read about  "acts of Lent."
    Everywhere in the Scripture I read about "acts of love."
    "Now before the feast of the passover, when Jesus knew that His hour was come that He should depart out of this world unto the Father, having loved His own which were in the world, He loved them unto the end."
    John 13:1
    Following this verse is a humility birthed in foot-washing and acts of service defining Christ's intense love for His followers.
    Judas was included.
    Heavy stuff.
    Was Jesus "giving up" or "giving more?"
    Hmmm ...
    The days leading up to Easter ought to be charged and reinforced with the life-giving qualities of deep love and sacrificial service.
    In a decidedly affirmative way, we are to act out the implications of God's love to us.
    Could anything be more God-honoring or more Christ-commemorating than the manner in which we love?
    Live out the adventure of Easter, my friend, in a visible and demonstrative way.
    Love deeply,
    show mercy,
    apply grace,
    participate in healing, growth, and life.
    Give of yourself to the Master ... and love Him passionately, openly, and suggestively.
    Look at the cross,
    see the joy set before you,
    and love.


    Norman Vincent Peale's energetic appeal toward positivity and productivity is fantastic.
    In his book,
    he engages readers to consider the level of energy given off through positive and negative response.
    It's worthy of consideration and contemplation.
    What do you think your numbers might be?
    Hmmm ...
    Allow me to engage you with a provoking excerpt.
    "A famous stateman who made seven speeches in one day was still boundless in energy.
    'Why are you not tired after making seven speeches?' I asked.
    'Because,' he said, 'I believe absolutely in everything I said in those speeches. I am enthusiastic about my convictions.'
    That's the secret. He was on fire for something!
    He was pouring himself out, and you never lose energy and vitality in so doing. You only lose energy when life becomes dull in your mind. Your mind gets bored and therefore tired doing nothing. You don't have to be tired.
    Get interested in something.
    Get absolutely enthralled in something.
    Throw yourself into it with abandon. Get out of yourself. Be somebody. Do something. Don't sit around moaning about things, reading the papers, and saying, 'Why don't they do something?'
    The man who is out doing something isn't tired. If you're not getting into good causes, no wonder you're tired. You're deteriorating. You're dying on the vine. The more you lose yourself in something bigger than yourself, the more energy you will have. You don't have time to think about yourself and get bogged down in your emotional difficulties.
    People who lack energy are disorganized to one degree or another by their deep, fundamental emotional and psychological conflicts. Sometimes the results of this disorganization are extreme, but healing is ever possible."
    Give me heaps and double helpings of "Norman," please.
    Mmmm ...

    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    Today we begin the April Adventure Bible Study and I'm inviting you to join.
    You'll find this an entirely rejuvenating, liberating, and different kind of life-giving study; one which serves to implement and activate adventure in visibly and highly demonstrative ways.
     Our journey with God, my friend, ought to breed passion, vitality, and awareness;
    it ought to be steeped in words like adventure, journey, and participation.
    It should speak and breathe words like:
     Restoration. Rejuvenation. Reconstruction. Redemption. Replenishment.
    Mmmm ...
    God wants us to live and love our journey with Him.
     He's outfitted us for a summit view and given us His word, Son, and Spirit.
    He's given us resources, gifts, and one another in an attempt to inspire and fuel us for the journey.
    When we live lives void of intimate adventure, we live lives of stagnancy, apathy, and boredom.
    Who's drawn to that?
    Let's walk out the proof of our faith ... shall we?
    Let's link hands and learn to live in a way that generates life, want, and desire in those around us.
    Helen Keller said it best:
    "Life is either a daring adventure or nothing."


    *This particular piece has been a favorite request at graveside ceremonies.
     It never fails to evoke tender and thoughtful response.

    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    Ashes to ashes,
    And dust to dust;
    All things on earth,
    Erode and rust.

    Wear out and fade,
    And pass away;
    But for the soul,
    ‘Twill all decay.

    The treasure true,
    The treasure rare;
    Is in the soul,
    And hidden there.

    The tender pearl,
    The loss to gain;
    The silent rub,
    The sandy grain.

    And life begin,
    Where death resign,
    From dust to dust …
    To life divine.



    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    Abraham Lincoln is a model of persistence.
    With a sense of destiny overriding countless defeats, difficulties, and obstacles,
    he continued on in spite of them, and became one of our nation's most revered and celebrated Presidents.
    Through each difficulty, a development of soul was chiseled out in Lincoln, that translated into an individual of great wisdom, courage, and compassion.
    +Lincoln learned work ethic and responsibility through early years of poverty.
    +Lincoln learned empathy and compassion through the death of his beloved mother and his beautiful fiancee.
    +Lincoln learned perseverance while suffering through episodes of deep and dark depression.
    +Lincoln learned courage, resilience, and leadership through political loss and defeat.
    Lincoln's learning never stopped,
    his development never slowed,
    his life never ceased to produce courage, challenge, and wonderment.
     The survival skills necessary to fight needful battles in our country were all steeped and birthed in the most dark, difficult, and calamitous periods of Lincoln's life.
    Do you think God knew what He was doing in Lincoln's early life?
    Does it make sense now?
    Hmmm ...
    God knows what He's doing in our lives, my friend.
      He knows and chooses how to effectively prepare each of us for works of service which He has planned in advance for us to do, before our lives even began.
    He knows what is needed for our good, our growth, and His glory and,
    in the end, He knows how to translate men and women of poverty into men and women of supreme wealth, wisdom, and courage.
    Look to what you're learning my friend,
     and lean on Jesus.
    The negatives will translate into glorious positives in His time.


    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    Success is wise failure management.
    It's the ability to translate negatives into positives.
     Success is the ability to seize and make use of failures, and achieve a notable outcome with the lessons learned from them.
    In a study of high achieving individuals, we discover that the great denominator and commonality of successful individuals rests on their tenacity, perseverance, and vision, and the ability to reconstruct and translate the "negatives" into positives.
    Individuals who succeed don't give up.
    +They show up.
    +They stand up.
    +They get back up.
    No matter how many times the horse bucks or the body buckles,
     a refusal to surrender finds its way back into the saddle, albeit, a little busted up at times.
    Some of you are at the half-way of achievement.
    You're tuckered out, tired out, and beginning to question.
    Anything and everything is possible.
    God says so.
    Be encouraged and empowered, my friend, on your journey. Utilize your failures and setbacks and view them as vital resources for the continuance of journey.
    Persist in progression and maintain relationships that are positive, powerful, and reinforcing!
    You've got a lot ahead of you, a lot inside of you, and a God who is fighting for you.
    Get back into the saddle and "do" your ride.


    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    My Keen hiking boots have gone missing and, after several weeks of an intensive search, I've come up empty.
    -Our house has been turned inside out with only crawl spaces left to examine.
    -Vehicles have been searched top to bottom with only glove compartments left untouched.
    -Friends and family members have been called and performed boot searches.
    -Hotels have been alerted and maids questioned.
    Bugger, blast, and all of that.
    My "Keens" have companied, companioned, and carried me through this past year's journey and trekked countless miles with me on my hikes.
     In a league of their own, they boast resilient weathering qualities and are incomparable to other brands. They withstand rugged terrain wonderfully and appear to season themselves in difficult terrain.
    They're also expensive with prices reflecting.
    Blast ... but I'll miss those boots!
    My Keens were exactly, precisely, perfectly worn-in to meet the needs of "my" feet and I miss them already.
    To some of you this may sound overly dramatic but to those of you who are willing to invest in a good pair of boots or shoes, you know what a good pair can do for you.
    Hmmm ...
     Perhaps, I'll yet come across them in some strange and out of the way place, but I don't think so. I picture them on the feet of a fellow hiker who probably felt like they won a small lottery the day they found them.
    Hopefully, they're being enjoyed and treated to a new and milder life journey (ha.)
    In the meantime, I'm "booted up" in my aged Cabella's and ready for my next pair of Keens.
    Hurrah for the Duluth Trading Post,
    they'll be getting my business soon.
    Individuals in our lives are sometimes like a good pair of Keens;
    they carry, support, and accompany us through rough and rugged terrain,
    but appear to be "ours" only for a season.
    For reasons unclear and unknown ...
     paths divide, companions separate, and life choices are altered.
    While this can be hard and temporarily difficult, we're wise to reflect, rehearse, and appreciate the hours and miles trekked together and the lessons forged and learned together while on the journey.
    If you're anything like me, you'll find yourself investing in a fresh new pair of Keens, grateful for a "brand" that you know you'll always return to, and thankful that they were yours to wear on a difficult stretch of the journey.
    Because life is like that, shoes are like that, and people are like that.
    We learn, we grow, and forever take pieces of one another with us on life's journey.
    To Keens and the miles in-between,
    may we meet again on the summit.
    Until then ...
    may new journeys and true comrades forever be ours


    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    The best education and most sought after virtues are generally attained through crisis and conflict.
    Hence, my respect and belief in them.
    Addictions, afflictions, health crisis, relational conflict, financial fall-out, and all the like wield the power to become a primary source of enablement and empowerment for ourselves and others when brought under the sustaining visionary and provisionary hand of God Almighty.
    Expect to see God do something God-sized and supernatural when an individual offers her or himself up for God propping. Expect to see unstoppable progress, growth, and remarkable development of soul.
    It's a surety, certainty, and guarantee.
    +God wants to heal and make use of our darkest hours.
    +God wants to liberate us from our internal hell.
    +God wants full exposure and complete access to our brokenness so it can be utilized for His glory in the lives of others.
    God values the things we despise and He's entirely unafraid and in charge of outcome and consequence.
    Indeed, it's all working exactly as He has prescribed, planned, and ordained;
    it's all in sync with His will.
    He refurbishes, restores, renews, and replenishes all that is brought before Him and nothing is hidden from Him.
    He creates us in His image,
     chisels us into His glory,
    and hammers out an image made to serve Him.
    It's an utterly painful, beautiful, dreadful, hurtful, process that gets glorifying results.
    Self exposure is a hard notable process, my friend, but a most worthy one.
    Let God bust you up.
    Bring your worst to Him ...
    and watch Him remake you.


    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    I'm a conversation stopper.
    I'm known for silencing the deepest of conversations in order to record a profoundly spoken thought.
    My "penned" friends are both flattered and humored by these moments,
    generally impressed with the "rewind" of their unfiltered thoughts,
    and positively blessed that I'm, without question, engaged and invested in them.
    Two simple reflections:
    +A "rewind" is an empowering resource.
    The most profound thoughts tend to emerge from individuals reliving and retelling their real-life stories. Generally, the more intense the experience, the more profound the thought.
     I've learned that "rewind" is an invaluable resource and discerning gift offered to others generally leading to self-awareness, discovery, and intimacy.
    There's nothing like hearing a direct quote from yourself.
    +People are hungry to be seen and heard.
    In a world possessed by technology, rare and wise are individuals who free themselves from its curse to explore who and what is in front of them.
    Depth of intimacy and true exchange happen when we are fully present and fully engaged in the moment.
    Tell me ...
    When was the last time someone stopped you in mid-sentence to record and rehearse a profundity you've spoken instead of excusing themselves for a call or a text?
    What impact is this having on the person in front of you?
    What impact is this having on you?
    Choose to become a healthy and healing "conversation stopper".
    And one individual at a time ...
    be the listening and loving difference.



    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    The rooms boasts a gathering of about 50 individuals plus workers mingling freely in between.
    Jonna is pointed out as the woman wearing a pink and white striped shirt seated in a wheelchair,  a fairly large framed gal with a decided "left" slant in posture.
    Her face is lovely and her skin is appealing;
     there's a cleanness and beauty about it that gives me the want to touch it and trace it.
    Large blue eyes look curiously at me.
    I pull up a chair and sit down.
    Jonna is engaged in the middle of supper; hands are scooping potatoes and chocolate pudding simultaneously into her hungry mouth.
    I introduce myself and begin to share interesting tidbits about my day and life between her mouthfuls.
    She's responsive without speaking which, I've been told, is her "normal".
     But I've not one doubt, my friend, that Jonna is listening and following my conversation attentively.
    I can just feel it.
    Speculating that a stroke or two has been Jonna's "lot" and with a knowledge of forgetfulness being its matching counterpart, I pick up a spoon and take an imaginary bite with it and then place it in her hand. I'm not at all surprised to watch her memory return.
    Back and forth we repeat the process.
    A beautiful smile is my reward.
    A piano is situated near Jonna's dining table.
     I point to it and ask if she would like me to play. She gives me a very decided and emphatic nod of the head.
    My squeaky chair is pushed back and I make my way to the piano, but only to discover that it requires some little know how. Even with the help of young "technicians" surrounding me, we can't figure out how to make the right connections and, after ten minutes call it quits.
    Bugger and blast ... I'm supremely disappointed.
     The invitation to return and play is applied.
    I apologize to my waiting and watching audience now composed of more than "one" and return to my seat.
    Jonna has a "smiling" look and speaks a word to me:
    I'm absolutely delighted by this wondrous discovery made through a single word.
    My friend has a love of flute and evidently played in her earlier days.
     Her eyes display life and empowerment in the suggestion.
    With immediacy the thought is cemented in my brain to locate a flutophone for our next visit.
    And I feel so ... gratified.
    Compassion and love are empowering and rejuvenating acts.
    Beautiful. Life-giving. Intimate.
    I read a short devotional, hold my friend's chocolate hand, and we pray together.
    I smudge her forehead with a lilac colored kiss and hug her sideways, and before I leave I hear two beautiful words:
    "Thank you."
    Maybe I'm reading too much into it but I don't think so:
    I think Jonna was fully engaged with me the entire time because I was fully engaged with her the entire time.
    And life is beautiful and God is good.
    Sometimes all we need is a spoon and a flute.

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