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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!

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Beautiful Moments

February 19, 2013 6 comments

It’s always good to have our thinking challenged. After my last post, a family friend lovingly wrote, “The empty space that Matt has left in your soul may still be there, but it can be a beautiful spot.” He was challenging and encouraging me that it can be beautiful right now. Not years from now, but right now.

As I thought over his words, God brought to mind all the beautiful moments He has blessed me with these past weeks. I couldn’t begin to list all of them, but I hold them close to my heart.

…Words of encouragement, offers of help, and hugs at just the right moment.

…Cards from friends and strangers alike—some from people I barely know who were touched by Matt’s struggle with cancer.

…Invites for coffee and a time to just chat.

…An invite to a Valentine Day’s party family style—to keep me occupied on that day.

And the list goes on.

Beautiful moments despite an empty space.

That begs the question: How can a “spot” in my life be filled with beautiful moments, but not be beautiful? I think he was right. This empty space can still be a beautiful spot right now. Maybe beautiful in a strange way, but still beautiful.


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, 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 TwitterFacebookGoodreads, and Pinterest.  Interested in updates by email? CLICK HERE!

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There Is a Time and a Season

February 13, 2013 15 comments

“He has made everything beautiful in its time.”
(Ecclesiastes 3:11)

God has made everything beautiful in its time. This verse showed up in my Bible study time under God’s promises and how they apply to our lives. After a string of verses on there being a time and season for everything, God puts in this wonderful promise. God has made everything beautiful in its time.

I find it strange that it’s past tense. I keep wanting to say, “God will make everything beautiful in its time.” But it’s like He’s already done it. He has already made everything beautiful in its time. Easy to do when you know the beginning from the end.

As a new widow, I’m claiming His new mercies every morning. Leaning hard on God, I’m finding His strength to take me through these difficult days, the adjustments, the decisions. I’m finding His joy and peace in the hardship. But beautiful? I wouldn’t describe it like that. It doesn’t look beautiful right now. It doesn’t feel like everything will one day be beautiful again. I mean, how can life ever hold the same “beauty” without my beloved husband by my side? It doesn’t feel like that can be true. But are my beliefs based on feelings or on the truths of God’s Word?

It’s a given. My beliefs are rooted in the truths of God’s Word. That being true, when He plops a reassuring promise before me, I’m going to claim it and cling to it—even if I don’t quite get it. It’s a promise. It’s a truth. I’ll claim that any day over my unreliable feelings.

He has made everything beautiful in its time. Now’s just not that time. Right now it’s a time to mourn. It’s okay to mourn. It’s okay that the world doesn’t hold the same beauty. But I have that promise, that someday I’ll see again that God has made everything beautiful in its time.


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, 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 TwitterFacebookGoodreads, and Pinterest.  Interested in updates by email? CLICK HERE!

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Living Without Hope

September 6, 2012 1 comment

Remember the joy of holding your firstborn child? Feeling that soft, smooth skin. Looking into those innocent eyes. Marveling at a life formed by God in your womb. A miracle. The miracle of life. Remember the awe you felt. And the love for that child. Wondering if you could ever love another child as much as you love the child you are now holding.

Your life revolved around the needs of this infant, feeding, bathing, making sure the baby received proper medical care. You did all that was necessary to ensure that your child had the best chance possible at a good life.

Now try to imagine for a few minutes that you don’t live here, in a comfortable home with all the necessities for babies at hand, with the doctor only a phone call away.

Try to imagine that you are a Maquiritare woman, a Maquiritare mother of an adorable little baby boy. Being a Maquiritare mother does not diminish your love for your child one iota. You still love your child as much as you did a minute ago. You still want the best for your child. You love this child with all your heart.

And then this chubby baby boy of yours suddenly becomes ill. You’re holding him in your arms when he stops breathing. There’s no hospital. No emergency room.  No doctor. Your heart nearly dies within you. And then he starts breathing again and you sigh in relief.

However the relief is short-lived. … It happens again. … And again.

You’re scared. You could take your child to the missionaries but what good would it do? Your husband, the father of the child, claims he is NOT the father of the child. He disowned the baby and went and made a boat. He knew that by making a boat while the child was still an infant that the child will get sick and die. But he did it anyway.

There’s no hope now. There’s no way the baby can live. The father has signed the child’s death warrant.

You’re scared. You’re without hope. Your child will die.

This really happened. The adorable little baby boy did die. He was placed in a rough wooden box and laid in a grave.  His mother was left with empty arms. Without hope.

Would you want to live that way? Would you want to die that way?

We did not pick our place of birth. That could have been me. That could have been you.

What are we doing to make a difference?


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Rosie Cochran

I am a pastor’s wife, former missionary, 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.) I have 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!

My Chocolate Miracle

August 25, 2012 2 comments

Philippians 4:19
But my God shall supply all your need
according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus.

God has promised to supply all our needs, but He does so much more. He knows us by name, He knows what makes us smile, and He knows how to surprise us with unexpected bounty.

My story is about chocolate. I’ve this love-love relationship with chocolate. There’s no love-hate relationship here. It’s all love-love. What possibly could there be to hate about chocolate? (If you have an answer for that, please, I do not need enlightening on this matter.)

I think I’ve made my point. I love chocolate and giving up my chocolate fix will always be a calculated decision. It’s a rare occasion, but it has been known to happen.

One of those rare occasions was when we were missionaries in a remote jungle village. A recent move there, building a house, and medical bills from the birth of our twins (compounded by our oldest son needing a surgery shortly after)—these life events had depleted our meager resources. Money was always tight, but the scales had been tipped to the critically tight category. There was only one solution. There was only one budget line that was negotiable. Food.

As I filled out our monthly food order, I slashed all non-necessities or high-priced items. Chocolate, despite the fact that the irrational side of my brain tried to convince the rational side that it was a definite necessity, was not. Chocolate was slashed from the order followed by a deep sigh of sacrifice.

The order arrived. A relatively bland order. No real treats. But we weren’t going to starve, we had a roof over our heads, and we weren’t incurring debt. We were doing what was necessary and right.

Did you know God cares about our chocolate fixes? I didn’t. Not until that day.

As I got to the bottom of the order, lo and behold, there was a box of chocolate bars. You know, the type they use in displays on the shelves. I wondered if the irrational side of my brain had somehow tricked the rational side into putting it on the order. But not, that had not happened. The invoice clearly showed I had not ordered chocolate bars, had not paid for chocolate bars, but here they were just the same. Yet, I had not idea where they had come from. And to be honest, I really didn’t care too much about the where from in my joy at the where they had landed!

As the story unfolded, we found out a fellow missionary living on another base (who had NO idea about my dire situation of giving up my beloved chocolate!) had sent them out to us. Now who do you think laid that upon their hearts? Not just that month, but each month until I was able to order them myself?

God did. It was as if God was saying, “See, I care about more than just your needs. I care about you, about your family, and even about your chocolate cravings. You may be miles of jungle away from civilization, but I’m right here with you. Enjoy the chocolate.”

Okay, it wasn’t an audible voice, but it was love in action. It may have been something small and insignificant to another, but for me, in that moment in time, it was my chocolate miracle.

Do you have a story of God’s provision? Share it with me in the comment box!


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Rosie Cochran

I am a pastor’s wife, former missionary, 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.) I have 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!

More Bragging Rights….

August 15, 2012 3 comments

I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth. ~ 3 John 1:4


Another congratulations is in order. Son number two, Jamie, recently graduated with an Associates of Biblical Studies from the Anderson Theological Seminary.

What better way to learn to walk in truth than to saturate one’s mind with the truths from God’s Word.

Of course, we must all move past the saturation of our minds to the application of truth. 

May we all bring joy to our parents and/or spiritual parents by walking in truth.

Congratulations, Jamie!


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Rosie Cochran

I am a pastor’s wife, former missionary, 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.) I have a passion for God, my family, and writing!

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Dancing in the Rain

June 13, 2012 5 comments

Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain

Der Kinderreigen (Children's dances) by Hans T...

(Photo credit: Wikipedia, Public domain)

Of course, I can’t dance. I didn’t grow up dancing. The closest I’ve gotten to dancing lately was during a volleyball game. I was already in motion, arms stretched and angled in front of me as I ran to save the volley. That’s when I heard my son yell, “Out!”

The ball was about to connect with my arms and there was no way I could reverse my momentum.  But, if the ball was already out-of-bounds, I didn’t want to connect with it! I did the only thing I could do. My arms opened up, the ball glided gracefully through, and bounced to the ground. Saved!

“What are you doing over there? Dancing?” someone yelled out.

Yes, I was dancing. Even though I can’t dance, I was dancing. A potential loss of the volley was saved because, in that moment, I learned to dance.

Likewise, we need to learn to dance through the potential difficulties in life. At times, life is a breeze, and we have no problem dancing, so to speak. At other times, life can become so sprinkled with difficult circumstances and stresses that we find we’re not “dancing” any more. We’re just surviving. We become so focused on the difficulties that we lose sight of the joys of life.

We need to learn to dance in the rain. Not after the storm has passed, but while it’s still raining.

The Bible will back us up here. In 1 Thessalonians 5:16 we read: “Rejoice always.” Not just when the sun is shining brightly. Not just when things are going smoothly.

We need to learn to rejoice even when the sky is black and the rains torrential. We need to learn to rejoice in the rain.

A potential loss of joy can be saved when we learn to dance in the rain. Let’s not lose that potential.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Rosie Cochran

I am a pastor’s wife, former missionary, 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.) I have a passion for God, my family, and writing! Follow me on Twitter and Facebook.

Have a question? Email Me!

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