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Deep breathes and baby steps. You were not meant to stay in this chapter.

Deep breathes and baby steps are the manner to cope with those dreaded pulse rushing, breath taking, stress filled, slow moving ticks of life’s clock between the moments of where you are, and where you are going; that page turning period of time between the chapter where things are just not as they should be, and the one where you realize you should not have not taken so long to step forward.

We are created to succeed.

We are created to thrive.

We are created to better the world.

We have been created by the One who is the ultimate example of peace, grace, mercy, forgiveness, and unconditional love to be exactly that.

How can we be satisfied with being any less?

When we are in a period of our lives that inhibits us from being what we were created to be, what are the chains that keep us there?

Who, what, where is the force that empowers us to move forward?

How to we channel into that force to break those chains?

We understand the needs, the requirements, the rules of being grown up, but do we understand the repercussion of having our beings, our spirits from being restrained, unmotivated and uninspired to allow the power of that “ultimate peace, grace, mercy, forgiveness, and unconditional love” to work through us?

Our time here is simply less than we will ever understand it to be, unfortunately, until it is over.

At that time will we be reduced to a fetal position wishing we had stepped forward faster?

Will we realize that the power was within us all along and the chains were not on us, rather spoken to us by those weaker than us? We know that words cannot break our bones, words cannot stop our steps, but only be distractions in our ears and our heads that weaken our spirit.

I am speaking today to tell you to KNOW that you are not chained to where you are and your only obligation to this world, to this time, to this chapter, to the One who created you in perfect love is to thrive, step forward, be fearless, understand that you are created to be a conduit and you cannot be that when you are simply going through the motions.

Unleash the worries that laden you.

Burn the ships that surround you in your mind.

Quiet the voices that cause you chaos in your ears.

Center yourself in knowing you are beautifully, wonderfully, and perfectly made.

Think of the changes you have been placed on this earth to be a part of.

Know the power of your kind, gentle and gracious words of love, grace and mercy that so many within your arm and voice’s reach are so ravenous to receive.

Do not contribute to the pain in the world by being fearful of turning the page.

You are here for a purpose and that purpose is not to be smothered by the fears, the thirst for power, and the self-interest of those who surround you.

Take a moment to close your eyes and be thankful for this moment.

This moment.

Where you were in the last moment broke you down, where you are to be in the next moment will allow you to be the best you, better your corner of the world, your community, your relationships, your workplace, your neighborhood, your spouse, your child(ren), those you were put in the path of and vice versa.

Now deep breath, baby step, move to the next chapter….

Don’t look back, only look forward and within.

It was put within you long before you knew you would need it.

New chapter. Page one.

You have this….you were created to be more than where you were and you will understand only when you step forward into where you are needed to be.

Open those wings.

Let loose that spirit, passion, desire to not be dragging through life but instead making every step you put your foot forward into more vibrant, more impassioned, more full of love, peace, grace and mercy because you were there to be the conduit of it.

Let’s do this.

Together, as one, with the One, who already saw our strengths long before we mustered than up.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11

“For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.” Eph 2:10

Wishing you peace,

Terri O’Neill-Borders




Hope and Friendship Foundation
721 Hickory St, Lemont, IL  60439

“Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute.  Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy.”
Proverbs 31: 8-9

What truly constitutes a bad day?

Ever vocalize “My life stinks!”.
Did you chalk off today off as a “bad day”???
It’s so easy to say this but what truly constitutes a bad day?
Hair and nails need to be done and no time?
Work day a rough one?
People you deal with mean and selfish?
Kids, marriage, family a mess?
Granted those are speed bumps hindering you moving forward toward where you want to be, but walk with me on this….parts of a day can be bad but do they really negate all and any of the good in your life?
Today I had a few down minutes and sent out “love” to a few friends that I knew have had some “bad days” in the last few months.
I try to do that often but as you know “life happens”…..I fall behind.
So during “conversation” with one of my friends, she told me she was planning on contacting me today to share a photo that she knew I’d want to have.
The headstone was laid yesterday on the grave of their 6 week old daughter.
I was called to their side in June and stood by them as we walked through what would level any parent.
I was able to make meals, buy staples for the house (toilet paper, paper plates, etc. for all who were stopping by to visit), and buy a few need things for the 3 year old big brother who was grieving as well.
Donors to Hope and Friendship Ministries/Foundation made this assistance possible.
So today as I was buying diapers for other friends in need: 18 month old needing diapers, food for 2 families who had empty pantries, I receive this text, this picture and this reminder that as long as the days may be, and as exhausting as this calling may drain me, I am walking among angels that are helping to meet needs of those within our arm’s reach who are financially, physically and emotionally unable to pick themselves up without the hand of a friend.
May God Bless you and yours for you truly bless them and theirs.
May you be comforted by the “good” in your tomorrows to ride you through the rough parts knowing that I am impassioned to make sure that we will surround you, aide you, love you, and walk with you though the valley.
Peace & love my dear friends,
P.S. God Bless those that are laying their heads down tonight with such heavy and broken hearts. May He guide us to them and with the strength and capacities to love and aide them

Wishing you peace,

Terri O’Neill-Borders


Hope and Friendship Foundation
721 Hickory St, Lemont, IL  60439

“Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute.  Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy.”
Proverbs 31: 8-9

Notes from a Mission Stay Saturday that I thought rained ruined…

Years ago I wrote about how I had learned, via a hard lesson, that I needed to release my grip from the pen. My son was very ill, lying in a hospital near his college, lucky to be alive. We were granted grace, but on a road that required patience, strength and prayer. When the ER doctor told me that my son was lucky to be alive, I should’ve been unconditionally and unequivocally grateful and willing to move through any speed bump or hurdle that followed….but I didn’t read that rule book. I fussed to God through the botched surgery, the painful recovery-times two, the unanswered questions, and the unknown prognosis of his future. I continued to wrestle God for the pen with all of my being and energy. I wanted to rewrite this chapter and carefully pen the next, I was not happy with how He was writing our story. I realized quickly that this was a futile effort and a waste of prayer and spirit energy. We are either fully in, or not in at all. We will either realize to submit to the One who has not created us to fail but to soar, or we will be a pain in His most holy bottom side.

I have no doubt God will roll His eyes, and brace Himself, when/if I come sauntering through those pearly gates. Beginning with my morning prayer, the rest of the prayers through the day, and before I go to sleep I somehow imagine Him to have his chin resting on His hand listening intensively but waiting for His chance to speak. As I fight Him for the pen, I also fail to allow Him to speak to me as often as I should. When I sit in silence and feel His presence I always wrestle with why I don’t do that more, or sooner, because He really does know what He is doing!!!

My day began this very way on Saturday June 9th, with a wrestling match in prayer.

3am- A crash of thunder.

“Hello God. I know you are awake as I am. Could you solve this rain issue by 8am, please? Really this is “your” deal that we are committed to do, NOT mine! We have 5 hours to solve this predicament. You know we have people coming out to help because YOU moved them to do so. I know YOU don’t want to deter those who are willing to give time and effort, so I know YOU will fix this situation to work for YOUR will and not mine.”

4am-Sound of pouring rain, thunder, and add lightening to the mix.

“Hello God. It’s going to be a difficult mow and yard work day if you don’t cut this storm out soon. Just sayin….”

5am-(No difference in the sound from two hours prior.) “Hello God. Can you hear me?”

5:08am- (Same sound. Same storm. I place the pillow over my face and grumble.)

“I don’t mean to be a pain but I’m getting a little stressed here!”

6:00am- “Ok God, you put me on this path. I didn’t ask, nor have I complained (too much), but if you want us to do YOUR will today and finish these lawns for the seniors these thunderstorms will have to stop soon, unless you have a miracle drying plan in mind.”

6:45am (My phone begins blowing up with texts asking what the plan is.)

“Ok God you have this. I told them I’m not cancelling because I know your will is for us to help those that need help, soooooo I trust you have this. P.S. I told them you do.”

7:45am (Still pouring rain heightened with claps of thunder and flashes of lightening)

“As you can see, God, I am heading towards the Police Station to see if anyone shows up. Everyone would have to know that the rain must have been out of your control. As you know I really really was hoping to make a difference and help these seniors today, especially our friend who will be leaving us soon and entering life with you. Sometimes I know I’m a pain God, but I just want things to work out.”

7:48am- (I stay quiet and just pray to be guided on what to do.)

7:50am- Inspiration hits, because I stop cluttering it with grumbling nonsense….I turn the car around and go home to get paper, markers, pens and a large envelope. I head back towards the Police Department hoping, just hoping that people will be there because there is a Plan B!!!

8:05am- I, and about twenty others, gathered in the training room of the Police Department and create letters of love and support for one of the friends we were to have visited today. I received word just two days ago that she just entered into hospice care. She may not have been able to enjoy the work we would have completed on the outside of her home, but she surely would enjoy the expression of compassion, love and faith that was communicated to her through an envelope filled with letters from friends she never met but who cared to “show up” in her hour of need. For more than an hour people who “showed up” to mow, weed, trim bushes and trees, and clean up a yard instead poured their hearts and passion into the most beautiful communications of unconditional love that I have seen. Their heart and love transferred through my worn out, overused markers and older than the first loaf of sliced bread paper, becoming love letters to a friend in the battle; a friend nearing the end of her battle, and the family surrounding her wanting to see her feel peace and love.

This group of walking angels showed up to put their body to task to lift hearts and spirits and they instead sat down and put their hearts and spirits to task and filled a tired body, heart and spirit with the exact support she needed.

Had the rain stopped, as I wanted it to, this beautiful act of compassion would not have been accomplished.

9:20am I delivered an envelope packed with letters from beautiful people who cared to write them, to a beautiful person who needed to read them. Support arrives to a home in the exact form that it was needed, as He had planned all along. The storm was a type of irony. We faced a storm that changed our plans, and our friend and her family was going through a storm of their own that was painfully altering theirs.

He inspired this act of kindness what appeared to be a dark and dreary morning when the sun could not be seen by the eyes, yet wound up being deeply felt by the heart.

Once again I was taught that I am not the one who should hold the pen. I could have written a page in a chapter that read of mowed lawns, trimmed bushes, trees, and pulled weeds, but I would not have written of poetic and artistic expressions of love to a heart and spirit who balanced on the edge of here and heaven. I would’ve only touched the surface, He allowed us to touch deeper.

“God I owe you an apology (again). I submit once again, God, as a flush-faced, humbled servant who thought I knew “the plan” and begrudgingly followed along as you showed me that you had a better one.

I will forever remember this day and this lesson, the experience and the love that came from a stormy Saturday morning that produced much light, hope and love that you had hoped to shine on one you dearly love.

I forfeit the pen, God, and I humbly step back and hope you will be patient with me as I gratefully continue to watch you weave such beautiful acts of kindness with those who “show up” and allow you to work through them here in this corner of the world.

#missionstaysaturdays #hopeandfriendshipfoundation #releasethepen #GodsPlan #HeNeverFails #LoveNeverFails #thiscorneroftheworld #RIPfriend #CancerSucks #lightinthestorm

Next Mission Stay Saturday July 14 meet us at the Lemont Police Department at 8am.
Wishing you peace and comfort,

Terri O’Neill-Borders

Hope and Friendship Foundation
721 Hickory St, Lemont, IL  60439

“Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute.  Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy.”
Proverbs 31: 8-9



The cry of a child

This week many of us were moved by the heart-wrenching cry of a child. A child we do not know, and nor will meet. The outcry around the world was for children who were obviously experiencing trauma. Children, we were told, who were separated from their families then placed in a facility very unlike the home they knew, and cried out wanting to return to. Children, we could see and hear, who were clearly afraid, sad and fearful of where they were, what they didn’t understand, and that they would not be reunited with those they love.

The sound of the children crying moved men, women, politicians, teachers, child advocates, athletes, clergy, those who names we are familiar with and those whose names will never be known to us.

The cry of a child evoked much reaction and action, as every child’s sincere and heartfelt cry should do.

Our God is a most wise Father, leader and teacher and once again I have felt the presence of Him busy teaching me, moving me and pulling me deeper this past week.

I, too, heard the cry of the child that you heard, and of a few children you didn’t.

I too was moved with concern for the children who would never forget the trauma that was now a part of their memory and being.

My heart ached throughout this week hearing that painful call for help from the children I didn’t know, and from the children that I do.

What do you remember from your childhood?

Most likely you don’t remember all of the meals you ate; the feeling of the bed you slept in; what toilet paper was in your bathroom; or possibly not even each of the bikes you rode, which at the time were most likely a very important possession of your younger years.

However, I guarantee you can recall from your memory bank: abuse that you experienced; a death, loss or separation of a loved one; hardship that you lived through; violence that you witnesses; a trauma that you experienced that still lingers on your mind, in your heart and is permanently etched in your being. Perhaps when you heard that cry this week it brought back memories of a cry from your past, or your child’s.

The cry we heard created a reaction that set in motion action, as every child’s sincere and heartfelt cry should do.

One of the blessings that God has granted me is to be present in the lives of children here and now in our corner of the world. For this blessing I thank Him every single day, and I often fall to my knees pleading with Him to help me do more for them when I hear their cry. Sometimes the cry has been a sob, sometimes it is one held back for too long trying to overcome the fear to share with me something bothering them, often it is in their acting out (then being “rewarded” with more time with me aka. community service, for which becomes an opportunity to “deepen” our friendship, and in retrospect hopefully not viewed as punishment after all). Sometimes the cry comes from the mouth of a very young friend, sometimes a vulnerable and hurting teen, and sometimes from one who has passed through the halls our high school and emerged on the other side unsure and nervous of what the future is to hold for them.

This week I sat and listened to multiple cries all from beautiful yet broken hearts of those way too young to be in such pain. It was an unusual week that gifted me with the time and opportunity to sit face to face with five different young friends who have or are experiencing trauma and hardships in their lives; trauma that they will forever carry with them. Over and over I found myself putting my hands on, and around them and telling them to not allow the trials to break them but to strengthen them so that they can rise above and soar to who they are created to be. Words that were said and heard, but that will only become reality with action by them, but more importantly offered with action from myself and other adults who surround them in this corner of the world.

We can calm the storm, provide relief, and walk them from the trauma onto a path that will take them to a happier and healthier future. But will we?

We as adults can teach or taunt; help or harm; support or scar; build up or break down; be the encouragement they need to spread their wings and soar, or the reason they never feel that feeling of pride and confidence to become what they were created to be.

We may not be able to fix the situation, but we can better it.

We may not be able to keep them from trials in their life, but we can surely do our best to not add trauma into it.

We can create more opportunities to hear their laughter and not turn our head and ignore their cry.

“Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.” ~ Matthew 19:14

The cry of children ~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning                                                               “When we sob aloud, the human creatures near us pass by, hearing not, or answer not a word! ‘Our Father!’ If He heard us, He would surely (for they call Him good and mild” Answer, smiling down the steep world very purely, ‘Come and rest with me, my child’. “

This past week my heart has truly ached with a desire to calm the cry, the pain, the fear of what is and what will be of a child far from my reach and here within my reach. My prayers have been, and will continue to be, that more hearts than mine will feel the call to be God in this world and allow Him to work through us to move us to every and any action we can produce that will calm the cry, heal the heart, lift the spirit and unconditionally love any and all child. To love the world as God loves us, with mercy, grace and unconditional love. Not just the easy ones but every one. To be the extension of His love that moves Him to greet us on our final day with open arms and an exclamation of “Well done my child, come, be safe, be loved as I love you, and as you have loved my children.”

Wishing you peace and comfort,

Terri O’Neill-Borders




Hope and Friendship Foundation
721 Hickory St, Lemont, IL  60439

“Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute.  Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy.”
Proverbs 31: 8-9

Do you remember when you first heard the mother-load of life lessons?

You most likely first rolled your eyes at this statement hearing it come from one you called parent. One whom you were convinced was put on this earth to bark out clichés, cause you to become dizzy from the amount of eye rolls necessary to respond to the one-liners, and make you do things that were totally “unfair”. Then to your protests of this blatant imbalance in life, they would firmly reply to you the relic of all clichés: “Life isn’t fair!” After they dropped that one, the mother-load of life lessons that they felt was their duty to impart on you would come rolling out of their mouths with ease and emphasis: “Nothing worth having comes easy”.

How many times have you wished to prove that wrong?

How many times have you tried to prove that wrong?

Ever try to take a short cut through the wooded area that is marked “No trespassing” and find yourself battling a massive walking wounded case of poison ivy for the next couple weeks? Walking around the forbidden path would have only taken 2 more minutes. In hindsight was it worth it?

As a student ever “share answers” with your BFF only to have to serve detentions, groundings, AND earn a zero that threatened your entire grade?

Have you tried that fad diet? That latest “sure to lose 10 pound” practice? Ever purchase those diet pills that promoted model-like physiques that were guaranteed to be THE quick result, and totally worth any and all side effects that might occur.

Try that “no work out, eat what you want and follow with this cleanse” yet?

How’d that work for you?

Staying fit and healthy in mind, body and spirit is HARD!!! There is no easy pill, practice, or drink to bring us to the best we can be. Only hard work and a commitment to want to be in that place.

As much as we cringe to say it, those elders who bellowed that phrase most likely had many battle scars and lessons learned to back up their belief in what they preached.

Today we are in what appears to be the quiet days of Holy Week. Kind of a let down from the “party like it’s 0 AD” celebration the city had upon the arrival of the One who was sent from God to change the world. On Monday was Jesus and his nursing headaches and sore feet? No, Jesus was up early with his BFFs in tow and heading to where his heart and spirit needed to be: His Father’s house. Upon arriving I’m afraid Jesus caused even more of a scene on Monday than He did on Sunday. On this day, this quiet Monday, while He was under watch by the ones who were determined to take him down, Jesus made sure everyone knew how He felt about those who did not respect His Father’s house.

Jesus entered the temple courts and drove out all who were buying and selling there. He overturned the tables of the money changers and the benches of those selling doves. “It is written,” he said to them, “‘My house will be called a house of prayer,’ but you are making it ‘a den of robbers.’” ~ Matt 21:12-13

Jesus put himself on the fast track for His days on this earth to be numbered even quicker than they already were.

Jesus never took the easy path, He never did the “avoid eye contact so you can’t say you saw it” move, or the “I know this is wrong but I don’t want to upset anyone” approach. Jesus was always very clear: right is right, wrong is wrong and the way to Heaven is not going to be earned without a messy, challenging, scar producing, battle tried and tested walk. He came to show us that the entrance to Heaven, the “paradise” that He wants to share with us isn’t going to earned by saying “please” and “thank you” and punching your Sunday church going card.

You’re going to have to upset some tables, get your feet dirty walking the harder road, lose some friends, change some habits, push yourself to have the expectations of yourself that He has for you: to live in His image. Now that doesn’t mean to go seeking an opportunity to overturn some physical tables, though it does sound like a stress reliever. It means however you may have to turn down that offer to do that thing that you were feeling kind of unsure about, it may mean you have to have a face to face with that someone that you owe an apology to, or perhaps you have been representing yourself in one manner and carrying on a completely different lifestyle on the flipside. It would be easier to live a life of ease than it will be to live the life that will bring you to the face of God to hear the words: “Well done, good and faithful servant! Enter into the Kingdom of Heaven. We are so very glad that you’re here.” We won’t get there by letting someone out of the parking lot before us, nor will we get there by going to church every day. You have to be the “church” every day. You have to live a life that is beautiful, pure and holy in the eyes of God. Living the commandments, especially the most important one as He stated: “Love the Lord thy God with all of your heart, and with all of your soul, and with all of your mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like it, love your neighbor as yourself.” This IS not easy, nor is how hard it is fair.

There is no pill, easy track plan or sofa-sitting method to stay fit and healthy.

There is no sign on the dotted line, profess your name as a Christian and enter into Heaven guarantee.

In fact Jesus was quite clear to tell the truly kind, good Christian wealthy man, who so badly wanted to be a follower of His, how hard it is: “It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter Heaven.” Wealth is not just money. Some have a wealth of time. Are you sharing it? Some have God given talents and gifts that could better the lives of those around them. Are you using them to help others? Some have funds that could meet a need of a neighbor within their reach. Are you offering that? You might be the one that has the ability to offer to fill some empty time by offering to drive someone to the pantry, pick up a prescription, join in a group that is helping offer the assistance of lawn care for a senior; mentor a young person who has been hurt by the elders that he has been given to; or lift the spirit of a very lonely senior who feels the world has not only passed them by, but truly forgotten them.

Choosing this walk is hard. Choosing to live to please Him and not others will ruffle some dove feathers. This life walk will upset some “tables” in your personal, financial or emotional daily life.

It isn’t fair that we have to work harder than we already are.

I promise you that when you commit to challenging yourself to rise up to what you were created to be, a beautiful reflection of the most perfect love ever created, it will not be easy, but oh my friend it will be worth it.

I committed to it years ago and haven’t got it right yet, however, I open my eyes every morning thanking Him for another chance to do it better and asking Him to walk it with me. I embrace Holy Week for the challenge that it brings and for the joy waiting at the end of it, and of the walk.

Wishing you peace,

Terri O’Neill-Borders


Hope and Friendship Foundation
721 Hickory St, Lemont, IL  60439

“Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute.  Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy.”
Proverbs 31: 8-9

Stepping into Holy Week…Thinking out loud while I walk

This is the week I make every attempt to stop and be still. To meditate more, pray more, express more patience, kindness and love, and to be quite honest, just try very hard to put myself in the place where Jesus walked more than 2000 years ago.

We have movies that have helped us visualize that, a book that writes out the narrative and services (and more services) to help us stop, sit, and be still.

What if that is not enough? Write. Journal. Post. Bring yourself to a level of thought and prayer that you never have before. That, my friend, is what this Holy Week is for.   I’m putting my thoughts on paper to help me process all of the chaos that is going on inside of my head and heart. I truly believe if we offer the opportunity for God to fill our head and heart He will and I need to read what is floating up in there to possibly understand, process and practice it.

Day 1- Palm Sunday-Strength in the walk

Palm Trees are one of my favorite trees. A few weeks ago I was fortunate to get to travel through Florida. I spent much time admiring and standing in awe studying these creations of such variety of stature, strength and simplicity. Some palm trees can grow more than 100 feet in height, yet they have been placed in the threat area of the most massive, powerful, and destructive storm: hurricanes. How is it that the palm tree survives that powerful force of pummeling? If you’ve ever stood and watched a palm tree through a storm you will see that it bends a great deal. It is not unforgivingly rigid and is far from fragile.

Palm trees sway and bend, not allowing even the strongest of wind storms to snap them from their foundation. They signify a place of relaxation, peace and happiness, are simple in beauty yet superior in strength. Their branches/leaves withstand the most treacherous of conditions.

All of this seems so insignificant to spend time pondering, unless you remember what happened on this day….

More than 2000 years ago Jesus rode into Jerusalem greeted by countless “fans” who were waving palm branches in admiration, showing respect for one they “knew” was a gift from God. He was the star of the red carpet, the hero of the hour, the celebrity entering their corner of the world. He soaked it in, reciprocated the compassion, all the while knowing that the same crowds that were celebrating Him today would turn on him in a very short time. The same crowds that were shouting Hosanna (an expression of adoration, praise and joy) would soon be shouting, “Crucify him”.   He would endure the most treacherous of beatings. He would bend, bow, be pummeled, but not break. He would hit His knees in prayer, only to not have them answered. He would be turned in by his friend, denied by another, and abandoned by the rest. He would hold his tongue when He could have said so much to attempt to defend himself. He would stay the course knowing that in the end, in the very painful and brutal end, He would save lives by offering His own. I dearly love and respect quite a few men and women who live like that, and even more that I have never met. I see people every day hold their tongue and avoid conflict when they could shame another. I know there are those who have stepped in the line of fire to protect the life of another with absolutely nothing to gain. Have you been on the painful end of disloyalty, dishonesty, and betrayal? Have you known one to be nice to your face and talk about you, plan against you, secure your demise, behind your back?

I have.

I will again.

My thoughts today lead me to those times and it hurts.

My comfort today is that He gets it, and He has left me lesson plans on how to handle it.

Bend but do not break.

Appreciate and savor every moment, but know the next may be a trial.

Know that your pain, your trials, your storms are understood by One who has “been there and walked that”, by One who will never stop short of validating how important your life, your heart, your trials, and how hard the pummeling of life is.

Stay the path. You are not walking it alone.  You’re walking it in the presence of one who knows the grating strain of the journey.

He stayed the path knowing we would have the opportunity to set foot on ours with the choice to walk with Him. He didn’t walk His path to be celebrated; He walked His path to bring people to His Father and to what He clearly declared as “paradise”.

Today He was greeted and celebrated with what appeared to be an easy to acquire branch from what appeared to be an insignificant tree…..but as I stood at the base of this tree that embodied strength, flexibility, endurance, and simple beauty, and thought about this “today” more than 2000 years ago, I believe, once again, there was no coincidence.

This walk will require us to weather storms, come face to face with those who will deceive us, stand strong in the winds of deception and trials, and most of all, to bend but not break. We are not to look to be celebrated as we walk, but rather to be strengthened by the walk knowing that we have the choice to call on the strength of the One who walked it first to be within, around, and beside us, just as He did from His Father for His walk.

May we be more sincere, more truthful, more supportive, more compassionate, less judgmental, less short tempered, less unappreciative today, tomorrow, and through the rest of our walk.

Wishing you peace,

Terri O’Neill-Borders


Hope and Friendship Foundation
721 Hickory St, Lemont, IL  60439

“Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute.  Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy.”
Proverbs 31: 8-9

Not one more….one less

It is not just one more….it’s one less.

One less representative of good over evil.

One less spirit who believed in giving everything to what he was called to do.

One less brave soul who knew the risks yet didn’t hide from them.

One less person who was committed to bettering their corner of the world, defending and protecting those within his walk, going above and beyond the oath that he took to protect, serve and represent a department, a city, a profession that he didn’t just show up for he truly lived, breathed, role-modeled and owned.

One less who will run into danger when you are surrounded by it.

One less who will stare evil in the eye and set in place to defeat it.

One less brother in blue for those who worked alongside of him and who shared the calling with him.

One less husband to hold his wife.

One less father to come home to his daughter enveloping her with his pride, spirit and love.

One less returns home safely tonight.

Hearts break tonight for one more who has entered the gates of Heaven way too soon…


When you lay your head down tonight please offer up a prayer for Commander Bauer’s family and for every man and woman who wears this badge that does not spare their life but rather risks their life.  Sometimes evil snuffs out the good, but more often the good stand united and conquer the evil and make our community, our state, our country a safer place but only at a very true and real risk of becoming one less….