Time With Tandy

Inspirational author and speaker

Time With Tandy

Inspirational author and speaker

Category: inspirational

  • Emerging


    Massive blocks of marble stood in the gallery. Many of them were completed statues.

    Others were works in progress, some forever in that state as they had been abandoned due to the death of the artist.

    The incomplete ones were described to us as figures trapped in the marble, waiting to emerge.

    I found it fascinating that an artist would envision the finished work inside of the stone and then chip away all the parts that were unnecessary in order to achieve this vision.

    Like those unfinished statues, I too am a work in progress. My full potential is still emerging.

    Sometimes the chipping away of parts that are ingrained like stone proves painful. Once the self-doubts are taken away, it is necessary for me to step out of my fears and move forward. Each step I take gives me the confidence to take the next one.

    More stone is chipped away and I feel lighter. My movements, once tentative, become more fluid. My eyes see things I’d missed. My ears rejoice at an abundance of sounds. My mind is open to new possibilities.

    Scripture tells me, “He who has begun a good work in you will carry it on to completion.” I have confidence that God, the Master Artist, will not abandon me or the work He is doing in me.

    Every day more of the real me is emerging and I’m excited to see who I am becoming.

  • Out of the Darkness

    I stepped from the brightly lit room and into the dark night. The blackness overwhelmed me and I wanted to go back. That option was not possible. The only way home was to go through the darkness, so I cautiously moved forward.

    Slowly my eyes became accustomed to the lack of brightness and my surroundings became less frightening. In the dark night of grief, I wondered how I could find my way without the light my loved one brought to my life.

    I looked up for guidance. Above I could see twinkling stars, their pinpricks of light giving encouragement.

    Bit by bit, my thoughts shifted from the pain of loss to the comfort of wonderful memories. Each brought a sparkle of light into my darkness. The process is gradual but I have faith my long night will fade into the dawning of a new day. When I keep looking up, light will be given to guide the steps I need to take.

    I am grateful for those who have walked this journey ahead of me and offered much needed light as they held high their candles of hope and understanding. With the Lord’s guidance, I pray I can do the same for others.

  • New Year Prayer

    It has been my tradition for many years to start a new year by sharing a prayer that my mother shared with me decades ago.

    2025 was a challenging year for me but also one filled with personal growth. As the first entire calendar year without my soulmate beside me, I faced a roller coaster of emotions. Through it all, God was there, comforting, guiding, protecting and leading me to new challenges and adventures.

    I pray the words here will come to be as meaningful to you as they have been for me.


    NEW YEAR PRAYER

    May God make your year a happy one,
    Not by shielding you from sorrow and pain,
    But by strengthening you to bear it, if it comes.
    Not by making your path easy,
    But by making you sturdy enough to travel any path.
    Not by taking hardships from you,
    But by taking all cowardice and fear from your heart.
    Not by granting you unbroken sunshine,
    But by keeping your face bright, even in the shadows.
    Not by making your life always pleasant,
    But by showing you where man and his cause need you most,
    And by making you anxious to be there, and to help.

    Author unknown

  • Nativity Sets

    One of my most prized possessions is a non traditional nativity set. My brother carved this for my mom many years ago. How many? I knew it must be at least 30 years. When I contacted him recently to ask, he thinks it’s been more like 50 years! I think that officially makes it an antique.

    I keep the pieces carefully wrapped and in the same box my mom used. Nativity, written by her hand, is still clear on the side. Every year as I set this out, I am flooded by memories. Those of a mother’s love. Those of my brother who spent countless hours creating this gift. Those of gratitude to my heavenly Father who gave the greatest gift of all in his son, Jesus.

    To celebrate Nativity and the meaning behind this popular Christmas decoration, I’d like to share a little story with you. Unfortunately, I don’t know who wrote it, so can’t give proper credit. I pray it touches your heart with Christmas Spirit as it did mine.

    In order to save the beautiful ceramic nativity set from the grasping, sticky fingers of her young daughter, Linda crafted a play grouping out of burlap, canvas and yarn. Five-year-old Elizabeth would spend hours rearranging the pieces and acting out the Christmas story. Mother would quietly laugh to herself when she heard Elizabeth inevitably say, “Hey, Jesus’ mother, Can I hold your baby?”

    Mother just couldn’t picture the work-roughened hands of a shepherd cuddling an infant, or a royal king, such as the Magi, stooping down to embrace a poor child in a manger. But it made perfect sense to little Elizabeth. If these people were going to make a trip to see a baby, they wouldn’t want to leave without holding it.

    Think about it. She really isn’t so far off. When you see babies, it’s only natural to admire them or comment on how cute they are. But if you actually pick up that baby, a phenomenon takes place. Holding that child, gazing into those wide eyes, and connecting with that uniquely God-given personality – that baby gets into your heart!

    Don’t you think the shepherds and wise men were drawn in the same way to embrace the Infant of Bethlehem and experience the miracle of His love in their hearts that first Christmas?

    As you make your journey to the stable in Bethlehem again this year, don’t just gaze on the Child in the manger and  turn away unchanged. Embrace the Baby of Bethlehem, the pure light of God’s love, and let Him shine in your hearts and make your lives new.

    Don’t leave without holding the baby.

  • Light Bulb Moments

    The light over my dining table started acting strangely. When I turned it on there was only a very dim light. If I left it on for a minute or so, the light would come up to full strength. Puzzling, but something I could live with.

    Out of curiosity, I started to time how long took to fully light up. It grew longer each day and once it exceeded 2.5 minutes I decided it was time to do some serious investigating into this matter.

    The electrician I spoke with asked if I had LED bulbs. It seems that as they age their capacitor can degrade, taking them longer to warm up to full strength. This could explain the gradual illumination I was dealing with.

    It all makes sense to me know. I’m similar to LED bulbs. I used to be a morning person. Now, I appreciate a gradual start to my day, often not reaching my full potential until closer to noon. Maybe I’m conserving energy or maybe it’s an aging thing. My capacitor, or capacity to light up quickly isn’t what it used to be. Sometimes I flicker like the soft light of a candle and other times I sparkle like Christmas lights. 

    Either way, I’m enjoying the thought that I have similar characteristics to these long life bulbs. I not only find this encouraging, but quite illuminating!

  • Breaking Up is Hard to Do

    I have a confession to make. I’ve been getting too involved in a relationship that is not good for me. Today I decided it had to end so wrote this “Dear John” letter.


    Dear Writer’s Block:

    It’s not you, it’s me. Our relationship has had its ups and downs and I take responsibility for most of our issues.

    You have been faithful and accepted my indecision with patience. Your lessons of procrastination and excuses were what I needed in a difficult time of my life.

    Lately, I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching and realized that I am unable to commit to a long term relationship with you. There are thoughts, ideas and inspiration I need to share with the world. Because of this, I believe it is time for us to go our separate ways. It’s not easy to say goodbye, but I need to make a clean break and not see you again.

    I know there is someone out there who will be better able to embrace all you have to offer. I also know with all my heart, that someone is not me.

    Tandy

  • Hidden From View

    “You’re so brave,” they say. “I don’t know how you do it.”

    Actually, I’m not as strong or brave as people think. You may see the highlights of my days but very few know of the times I’ve become overwhelmed with fear, loneliness and grief. Those are not on public display.

    I feel and acknowledge the emotions but don’t dwell on them. How do I do this? By faith and the power of prayer.

    On a recent trip I alternated between glimmers of joy at new experiences and a longing for the comfort and familiarity of home.

    I was in Peru, in an area called The Sacred Valley when I awoke early in the morning, filled with uncertainty about the days ahead. From my window I could see a nearby mountain. In large letters on the mountainside was the word GOD. Most of the mountain was clearly visible but the top was covered with clouds.

    In awe, I stood with tears of gratitude as the Lord spoke to me through this visual. He conveyed that even though I may not be able to see the entire route he’s taking me on, he is with me as I journey. There are still some mountaintop experiences ahead for me. I take comfort in knowing I can trust him to guide my steps.

  • Breaching the Dam

    “Have you seen how fast that beaver dam is growing?”, he said.

    I stopped walking along the path by the creek to look in the direction the man had pointed out.

    When I said I hadn’t noticed the dam before, he told me it had only been there for two weeks.

    “Every day it’s bigger,” he said.

    Water flowing downstream was starting to back up. I wondered how long it would be before it either diverted to and flooded another low lying area, or breached the dam. It couldn’t keep backing up without some sort of release.

    This thought stayed with me as I continued my walk. The analogy to my grief journey was not lost on me.

    People ask me how I’m doing and I paste on a smile and say, “fine.” I hold back my tears.

    I’m driving and something on the radio triggers a memory. I fight back my tears as they aren’t compatible with driving safely.

    I’m talking with a family member and my eyes well up. I do my best not to cry. They are dealing with their own grief and don’t need mine compounding it.

    All the while, my grief is suppressed. I tell myself that tears are a sign of weakness, something I need to apologize for. They make others feel uncomfortable, so I don’t release them. Even the overflows I can’t stop are carefully controlled.

    The pressure builds. The tears will not be denied. Alone in my room, I feel the dam being breached. My carefully structured composure collapses, bringing a flood of waterworks. I give in and let it run its course.

    Afterwards, I realize how much better I feel. The pressure that had been building in me has been released. I discover that tears are not a sign of weakness. They are a language of their own, expressing feelings I have no words for. They are essential to my healing.

  • Changing Conditions


    The weather was sunny and hot when I got into my car to return home. After driving for 6 hours, I had stopped to visit a friend as I passed through her town. We had enjoyed each other’s company for longer than expected and now I wanted to make it home before dark.

    An hour into my drive an alert came over my phone. Unable to stop and check, I wondered what it was for. The answer came quickly as the alert was broadcast on the radio. There was an extreme weather warning and people were advised to take cover. I hadn’t paid attention to the names of all the towns on my route and wondered if I was going anywhere near them.

    After several more alerts, I noticed a wall of black up ahead and knew I was heading directly into the storm. There were no nearby exits from the highway. Nowhere for me to stop and seek refuge. I didn’t know what else to do, so prayed for safety and continued to drive.

    It didn’t take long for those clouds to release a deluge upon me. Wind rocked my vehicle. Speed was reduced and concentration increased.

    Wipers on full speed had trouble keeping the windshield clear. I joined a long line of slow moving traffic, all with hazards lights flashing due to low visibility. My focus changed from reaching my destination at a certain time, to reaching it safely. All any of us on the road at this time could do was stay alert and keep going. Although initially shaken, I remained strangely calm.

    As I approached the off ramp for a town mentioned in the alert, the clouds started to break up. The few patches of blue sky ahead were a most welcome sight. I pulled off and parked in front of a small restaurant. As I emerged from my vehicle I saw the most vivid double rainbow I’d ever witnessed, set against a backdrop of blue-black clouds. I thanked God for the visible sign of his protection over me.

    After a quick meal, to ensure the storm had passed, I came out to see the sun shining. Downed power lines and debris on the road attested to the damage the storm had caused. I was grateful to have remained safe. I navigated a detour around the worst of the damage and then was back on the highway. Before long the road was clear and dry. The last hour of my trip was completed with the sun streaming down on me.

    That night I drifted off to sleep with thoughts of the drive in my mind. I realized conditions in life can and have changed as quickly as they did on this trip.

    Sometimes I have ignored the warning signs and others the situation takes me completely by surprise. Occasionally, such as in this drive, it was a bit of both.

    I take comfort in knowing that as conditions change, God is with me and will guide me through whatever I encounter. He always has and he always will.

  • The Guitar

    #inspiration, suffering, neglect, restoration,

    Two guitars rested in their stands on the platform. Practice was over and they had a short break to rest before the main event.

    One had been here many times before and the other was on this platform for the first time.

    “You have a beautiful, rich tone,” the seasoned guitar said.

    “Thank you. It’s been a long journey to get to where I am today. Maybe that’s why I’m feeling nervous.”

    “Tell me about it.”

    “My first owner was a young teenager. I was a gift for his fourteenth birthday. We spent countless hours together. What started out as discordant sounds improved over time until we became accomplished at making music. We were a team and worked well together. Life was good for several years.

    Then one day my boy brought home an electric guitar. I was showing signs of wear and was no competition for this shiny new instrument. It captured his time and attention and I was left sitting untouched in the corner of his room.”

    The neglect started to take its toll on me. The few cracks in my finish became larger. My neck warped and my strings started to rust. It wasn’t a pretty picture. I kept hoping he’d notice and give me some much needed TLC. It didn’t happen and my deterioration continued.

    Eventually, I was dropped off at a thrift store. I thought my useful life had come to an end. Children came by and roughly pulled at my strings or thumped on my back. I’d given up when a kind man gently picked me up and took me home.

    I heard I’m say he was going to restore me. What I didn’t know was how much it would hurt as he sanded, glued and clamped and refinished. Although his voice was gentle and filled with love as he spoke to me, the steps he took me through were often painful. Many times I wanted him to stop. I heard him say that the good work he’d started in me would be carried on to completion, and I learned to trust.

    When the process was finished and we started making music together, I knew everything I’d gone through was worth it. I’d become a new creation and wanted nothing more than to allow him to continue to help me fulfill my purpose.”

    The lights dimmed and the crowd hushed. The moment the guitar had been waiting for was near. The master picked him up and they joined with the other instruments on the church platform as they led the congregation in Amazing Grace.