There are those moments….

May 12, 2014 2 comments


Settled in, loving my new ministry–
and I might do what?

Let’s start with the end of the story. I know, that goes against all the rules, but I think it’s one of those times to break the rules.

The end of the story goes like this: I’m closing on a house next Wednesday!

Yes, you read that right. No typo going on here. Going over my options, financially it just makes more sense to buy than rent down here in Florida. I figured it would take time to find what I was looking for at the price I wanted, but I had time on my side. Start now, I reasoned, and I had plenty of time.

Looking at it that way, I started this process shortly before Jamie left so I could have his input. We went out one night together with the realtor. There was the villa in a nice location that needed too much work for the price; the perfectly priced small home in a neighborhood where police stopping by for domestic violence served as entertainment; two fixer-uppers in good areas that were so involved it was exhausting just to think about it; another with potential if the price ever came down; and then we walked into the last house—and it was a pleasant surprise. It had everything on my mental checklist and was nice besides.

“You really should jump on this one,” the realtor told me, apologizing in the same breath for being pushy. “It’s just the chances of finding another one this nice in your price range is pretty low.” Having followed the market for the past year, I knew she was right.

But how do you admit to your realtor that you really weren’t expecting to find something that quick and you aren’t quite in the decision-making mode? That, in reality, you are more in the window-shopping mode?

I went home and prayed about it. … Then I put in an offer.  Things just started falling into place.

Once the offer was accepted, I was going to say something—but then the inspections were taking place in short order, so why not wait for those?

The inspections passed—and by that night my realtor called to let me know everything else had come in. Paperwork that usually takes a few weeks to process showed up on her desk in a few days’ time.

We were all set. We were ready to close. The realtor suggested we move up the closing date from May 28 to sometime next week.

Right. Next week. Just over three weeks from when I first looked at the house.

Now we’re back to the end of the story: I’m closing on a house next Thursday.

But I guess that’s not quite the end. I may be moving in June—or may possibly be renting it out for about six months. I’m good with either, just waiting to see which way the Lord directs all involved. Your prayers are appreciated!

UPDATE: A quick update since this post may have confused you! Remember that move into missions I heading towards? Well, it happened! On April 1, 2014 I moved to Florida to begin working at NTM in their communications department. I’ve been posting on my NTM blog—but not here. Sorry! The above is a post I copied from my NTM blog from last week. :-) 


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Rosie Cochran

I’m a mother of four great sons. I’m a widow who has transitioned back into full-time missions with NTM as a staff writer in their communications department. I’m also an author of three Christian suspense novels: BetrayedIdentity Revealed, and A Murder Unseen. (Available at: Amazon.com.) Greater than that, I am a child of God with a passion for God, my family, and writing! If you want to connect with me, join me on TwitterFacebookGoodreads, and Pinterest. Interested in updates by email? CLICK HERE!

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There are those moments….

January 3, 2014 4 comments

There are those moments.

I glance up from the computer screen to the calendar hanging on the office wall.

I reach to flip to the next month. The new year is passing us by.

A lump forms in my throat. Tears begin to well, but I fight them down.

Now is not the time nor the place. But the feeling remains.

As the year hastens on, I can’t help but feel like it’s hastening on to the death of my beloved.

I want time to stand still.

But it doesn’t.

There are those moments.

Picking out a Valentine’s card is supposed to be a joy.

Instead, I’m fighting for composure as I search for the perfect card.

A card that doesn’t brag on how many more years we’ll enjoy together.

A card that doesn’t brag on growing old together.

Valentine’s cards don’t say how much you’ll miss them.

Ten cards later I finally find it.

A card that simply tells him how much I love him.

A card that tells him how much he means to me.

I smile through the tears.

There are those moments.

Our eldest son is saying his goodbyes.

He’s heading off to basic training with the Air National Guard.

He’s mature and calm on the outside, but jumping up and down with excitement on the inside.

It’s a moment he’s been waiting for.  It’s his moment.

My husband hugs him good-bye. A poignant scene.

I can’t help but wonder if this is the last good-bye.

I wonder if  my husband will ever see his son again.

But this is not a moment for mourning for the what-ifs.

It is a moment for rejoicing for my son.

There are those moments.

Family day at the New York State Fair.

My husband and I are walking hand in hand through the noise, the sights, and the cheerful faces.

I’m smiling. Enjoying the day.

The chances of him being here with me next year are… .

I refuse to finish the thought.

Instead, I intertwine my hand more tightly with that of my husband’s.

I push the thought aside and concentrate on the here and now.

There are those moments.

And then the culmination of all those moments.

The visit when the doctor admits there is nothing else they can do and hospice is called in.

The sudden deterioration in my husband’s condition. A blood loss that can’t be compensated for.

Awaking to find that my husband’s frail body is now but a shell.

He has been  graduated to glory.

There are those moments.

I’m so thankful that God is in all those moments right there beside me.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Rosie Cochran

I’m a mother of four great sons. I’m a widow who’s transitioning back into full-time missions to work with NTM’s Communications department. I’m also an author of three Christian suspense novels: BetrayedIdentity Revealed, and A Murder Unseen. (Available at: Amazon.com.) Greater than that, I am a child of God with a passion for God, my family, and writing! If you want to connect with me, join me on TwitterFacebookGoodreads, and Pinterest. Interested in updates by email? CLICK HERE!

Have a question? Email Me!

God Didn’t Use Cookie Cutters

December 9, 2013 1 comment
Some simple cutout cookie cutters

Some simple cutout cookie cutters (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

God didn’t use cookie cutters to create us. He made us each distinctly unique, and He made us to interact with one another—in a good way! Being uniquely created, we all respond to life’s circumstances differently, even in grief. We all grieve in our own way.

Despite the fact that I’ve been going through the grieving process, I don’t claim to understand it. Dissecting the process hasn’t been the goal; letting it take its course has. And yes, on a blogging level, I’ve been quite silent. Have there been lessons to share? Yes, of course. However, having lived in this skin of mine for quite some time, I knew that I would lean toward being a private griever, that I would need times of solitude, that I would need private time to process it.

Knowing that, I’ve been relatively silent on the subject as I’ve carved out the time and space I felt I needed for that alone time. Yet, even during that time, God impressed on my heart the need to reconnect with friends that I didn’t have the time or energy to connect with during my husband’s long illness. He reminded me, despite my tendency to want to withdraw, that I really do need the love and support of friends—in a big way.

And you know what? He was right. (He always is!) They’ve been there for me. Loving. Supportive. Ready to listen. Ready to give hugs. Each uniquely created by God and such a blessing in my life. I’m so glad that God didn’t pull out the cookie cutters when He created us. I’m so thankful for those uniquely diverse and wonderful people that God has put in my life. What about you? Are you thankful for all those special people in your life? If so, let them know! 


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Rosie Cochran

I’m a mother of four great sons. I’m a widow who’s transitioning back into full-time missions to work with NTM’s Communications department. I’m also an author of three Christian suspense novels: Betrayed, Identity Revealed, and A Murder Unseen. (Available at: Amazon.com.) Greater than that, I am a child of God with a passion for God, my family, and writing! If you want to connect with me, join me on Twitter, Facebook, Goodreadsand Pinterest. Interested in updates by email? CLICK HERE!

Have a question? Email Me!

Categories: Life

The GPS That Never Fails

August 29, 2013 2 comments

Despite my son’s misgivings on the abilities of my GPS, I love the thing. Yet, I must admit that at times it fails me—even if only temporarily. As great of an aid as they are, they still have their limitations.

But God? No limitations there.

Entering the tunnel!

Entering the tunnel!

Case in point.  Did you know your GPS will lose signal when you take the underwater tunnel between New Jersey and Manhattan? You get out the other end, in unending traffic, without a clue as to which lane you should be merging into. A GPS signal can fail.

But God? He never fails.

Detours bring confusion to my poor GPS. Driving directly under the Brooklyn Bridge after missing the detour, my GPS showed the bridge stretching out before me, when, in reality, there was nothing but water! To a GPS, detours can be a big problem.

NYC visit 415

On the Brooklyn Bridge!

But to God? Detours aren’t even detours. They are just side trips on the road of life. 

Don’t you just love it when your GPS tries to direct you onto a road that doesn’t exist? Been there. Done that. Or it doesn’t take into account that it’s nearly impossible to merge across four lanes of traffic to take the next exit? And then I get to listen to that annoying “recalculating” as my GPS tries to figure out where I’ve gotten to.

But God? He never has to recalculate. He knows the beginning from the end. Nothing catches him by surprise. The GPS may need to recalculate, but God does not.

My son might be justified in having some misgivings about my GPS, but I’m thankful he never has to have misgivings about our God. What an awesome God we serve!


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Rosie Cochran

I’m a mother of four great sons—and I have a wonderful daughter-in-law! I’m a recent widow who’s transitioning back into full-time missions to work with NTM’s Communications department. I’m also an author of three Christian suspense novels: Betrayed, Identity Revealed, and A Murder Unseen. (Available at: Amazon.com.) Greater than that, I am a child of God with a passion for God, my family, and writing! If you want to connect with me, join me on Twitter, Facebook, Goodreadsand Pinterest. Interested in updates by email? CLICK HERE!

Have a question? Email Me!

Categories: Devotional, Life

Problems and Solutions

April 30, 2013 6 comments

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The Problem

As I stood on stage, waiting for the cue to step forward to introduce myself, my son leaned toward me and chuckled into my ear, “You’re not going to be able to reach the mic.”

I smothered a smile. I had been studying the mic myself and knew that, though I should be able to reach it, they definitely hadn’t considered my being vertically challenged when they set it up.

Being the first missionary in line, I smiled, stepped forward and began my introduction. Comic relief came to the rescue. If there had been any formality before, it melted into oblivion.

The Solution

The Solution

That was the Wednesday evening kick-off to a great five-day Missions Conference at Second Baptist Church in Auburn, NY. Workshops, a missions prayer breakfast, a carry-in dinner and more filled those five days. Opportunities to hear and to share of the work the Lord is doing around the world were plenteous—as were special times of fellowship with the church family. It was an overall great conference.

Sunday was the final day of the conference. As I stepped forward to begin the round of introductions once more, I noticed that care had been taken to remedy Wednesday’s problematic mic. With some humorous remarks, a mic was handed to me. Considering this was my home church, with staff I continue to work with on a daily basis, the friendly jibes were not much of a surprise.🙂


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Rosie Cochran

I’m a mother of four great sons—and I have a wonderful daughter-in-law! I’m a recent widow who’s transitioning back into full-time missions to work with NTM’s Communications department. I’m also an author of three Christian suspense novels: Betrayed, Identity Revealed, and A Murder Unseen. (Available at: Amazon.com.) Greater than that, I am a child of God with a passion for God, my family, and writing! If you want to connect with me, join me on Twitter, Facebook, Goodreadsand Pinterest. Interested in updates by email? CLICK HERE!

Have a question? Email Me!

Categories: Life, Missionary Life

A Night of Firsts

April 25, 2013 2 comments

404727_10151353155061965_876604438_nLast Sunday night was a night of firsts.

I gave my first missionary presentation. Considering that my role in the past had been to smile when introduced and then sit back down while my husband gave the presentation, I thought it went better than expected.

Driving home that night I had another first meeting—a meeting with a deer. My poor Toyota Yaris wasn’t so impressed with that meeting. The deer’s shoulder slammed into the front corner on the driver’s side, smashing her pretty blue bumper. Being a faithful little car, she drove me home with all her lights still functioning and without any apparent internal injuries. Of course, the next day I did have to check her in at the “auto ER”—commonly known as the repair shop. I’m sure she’s homesick and counting the days before she’s back in my driveway. The feeling is mutual.

The chance encounter with the deer prompted my third first for the night. It was the first time I ever called 911.

Three firsts in one night. You know, I really could have lived several more decades without needing to have two of those firsts. But the missionary meeting? Even though it was outside my comfort zone, it was a first meeting of many as I make plans to head back into missions full-time. That made it a good first. Prayers are appreciated for my upcoming meetings—and safety in all my travels!


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Rosie Cochran

I am a widow—but my identity does not end there. I am a former pastor’s wife, former missionary, current full-time church secretary, mother of four great sons (and a wonderful daughter-in-law!), and author of three Christian suspense novels: Betrayed, Identity Revealed, and A Murder Unseen. (Available at: Amazon.com.) Greater than that, I am a child of God with a passion for God, my family, and writing!
If you want to connect with me, join me on Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads, and Pinterest. Interested in updates by email? CLICK HERE!

Have a question? Email Me!

Categories: Life, Missionary Life

There’s the Surface Stuff—and the Stuff that Matters!

March 28, 2013 1 comment

It’s been nearly a month since I was reinstated as a member of NTM. I remember the first time I became a member and started this Partnership Development thing. I was a few decades younger back then and it was called Deputation in those days. I also had a husband who was pretty much the one responsible to figure it all out. But life has changed. My husband has been graduated to glory, so this time round it’s been left up to me—or so it would appear on the surface.

That means I’ve been busy. While continuing my full-time job for now, I’ve been working on various projects in my spare time. The prayer card shown above was one of those projects, along with a ministry booklet and a display banner. Then there was a first prayer letter to get written and sent out. Of course, there have been meetings to get lined up and friends I want to spend time with while I’m still here. That’s the stuff that’s been left to me. The surface stuff.

The rest is up to God. He knows I need a team that will pray for, encourage, and support me—and He’s already begun raising up these special people.  Touching hearts to pray for me and to send encouraging notes and phone calls my way—God specializes in things like that. So yes, the surface stuff has been left up to me and I’ve been having a fun time with it. But the stuff that really matters, like touching hearts, is God’s department. I’ll just leave that up to Him.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Rosie Cochran

I am a widow—but my identity does not end there. I’m a former pastor’s wife and former missionary.  I’m also a mother of four great sons (and a wonderful daughter-in-law!), and an author of three Christian suspense novels: Betrayed, Identity Revealed, and A Murder Unseen. (Available at: Amazon.com.) Greater than that, I am a child of God with a passion for God, my family, and writing! I recently re-joined New Tribes Mission and am currently raising prayer and financial support before beginning to work with NTM’s Communication team. Blending ministry with my love for writing. God does amazing things!

If you want to connect with me, join me on Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads, and Pinterest. Interested in updates by email? CLICK HERE

Have a question? Email Me!

Categories: Life, Missionary Life
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