Friday, April 5, 2013
Moving a desk to a different position doesn’t seem like a big deal. However, when you have sat facing the same direction for over 40 hours a week for 15 years, it does give a whole new perspective. This was how March began. Often the practical gives a visual of the spiritual shifts in our lives. Somehow, I knew it was an indication of things to come and this certainly was the case.
Mid-March our daughter Amanda launched into full-time ministry with Fisher Renewal System (fisherrenewalsystem.com) and moved out and into a townhome. My heart is adjusting to fewer hugs, while at the same time cheering loudly, “Fly baby fly”! She was born for this - born to bring hope, encouragement and freedom by leading the non-believer into a relationship with God and by fanning the flames of passion in the believer as they are fully renewed and restored.
On March 30, Amanda’s birthday, another huge shift came as I witnessed the birth of a new generation of Fisher’s. Our son, Grant and his wife, Nichole became parents to baby Hudson. They are now in a whole new phase of life as they step into the roles of protector, provider, spiritual covering and so much more. It is an incredible journey, but one I am confident they will excel in. They are nurturing, caring, attentive, but more than that they know that God will help to lead them step by step.
With the birth of this new generation, I am now a grandparent. Of course, I will be called whatever Hudson chooses, but I am Dodi. When I was a little girl in Texas miles away from grandparents, a family in our church became our family. I couldn't say the woman’s name, Doris, and began calling her Dodi (Do-dee). It stuck and when she died in her 90s, she was still known by that name. Later in my life, as I began working with Ministry to Israel, I discovered that Dodi was Hebrew for beloved. It made the name even more endearing to me and it only made sense that I should carry that name into this season of life.
In pondering the transitions life has brought, I am well aware that I was never the perfect parent and made my fair share of mistakes along the way. My reactions and decisions weren't always the best, but at the end of the day, my children knew I loved them. More than that, they knew I entrusted them to our heavenly Father, whose plans for them are great and whose love for them is nothing short of relentless. As crazy as I am about them, He is even more so! For Amanda, Grant, Nichole, and Hudson – I know this – He has a plans to give them a future filled with HOPE. (Jer. 29:11b NET)
I think I’m gonna like this magnificent new perspective!