Mothers on Mission

We've Moved to a New Website!!

2011-08-21T15:16:00.000-07:00

WE'VE MOVED!

COME JOIN OUR NEW MOM WEBSITE AT

www.mothersonmission.org

Thank you for visiting us! We're still working out the kinks but hope you like it!

Blessings,
Kelli and Heidi

Am I a Customer or a Co-Worker?

2011-08-16T09:09:00.000-07:00

I wanted to let everyone know Heidi and I have been hard at work on a new website for Mothers On Mission Ministries. We will launch next week. So please forgive me for not being able to post and comment this week! This computer stuff is overwhelming for me!

I did want to leave one thought for today though. One thought that has been tinkering around in my mind.

Question: Am I a customer or a co-worker?

In a sermon I heard, a customer is defined as someone who church shops. A person who looks for what a church can give them rather than what they can offer their church. They are more concerned with etertainment than spreading the Gospel.

A co-worker is defined as someone who spends their week telling people about Jesus. Someone who is available to Jesus-at all times. Someone who constantly looks for their burning bush moment.

As believers, we bond over coffee, we bond over golf, we bond over gatherings, but do we bond over Jesus?

Surrender

2011-08-10T00:59:00.000-07:00

I'm traveling home this week, so I'm sharing a post I wrote a little over a year ago...

When I consider my life as a Christian it all comes down to one primary goal… living in complete abandon to Christ.

Sometimes it’s difficult.

For example, giving up in-my-face feelings for His hard facts is challenging. Feelings of the flesh are like a quick moving cancer eating up all logic, reason and truth with in its reach. They cause me to assume, to justify, to consider my rights and to ingest cupfuls of anger and bitterness. They are a very real threat and should be treated as such.

The thing I need to remember when my feelings have imprisoned me is that my escape resides in the facts and the facts are found in the truth. And, inside the truth is the key to my self- made prison.

The key? SURRENDER

My surrendering determines not only how sold out I am for Jesus, but also my love for Him.

That’s big. --That’s really big for all of us girls.

I have questioned why God made us such sensitive souls and all I can conclude is that He did it so we would continually draw near to Him. I desperately need Him to sort out my unruly feelings, to calm me in the midst of them, to direct me away from them and to especially guard my heart from them. My emotions require vigilant micro-management and that has me surrendering to Him nearly every moment. Its work, but it’s worth it because it’s a place where I can find His best for me.

Surrender is essential. It’s radiation therapy for feelings run awry. It’s a conscious practice of breathing out untruth and breathing in the sweetness of Jesus…

When I am gripped with fear and it begins to pull me under… Lord, I surrender.

When I am angry and raging like loud thunder… Lord, I surrender.

When I am weak and my faith begins to waver… Lord, I surrender.

When I am filled with envy that alters my behavior… Lord, I surrender.

When I taste the bitterness seeping in, trying to take over… Lord, I surrender.

When I am full with pride thinking I deserve better… Lord, I surrender.

When I am consumed with myself and dwelling on my failure… Lord, I surrender.

When I doubt I am your treasure… Lord, I surrender.

These soft whispers of surrender allow my world to come to a quiet hush, slowing it down to a steady halt. My muddled up mind clears for just long enough to experience God supernaturally syncing up my feelings with His facts. I am empowered. I have spiritual clarity. My flesh is silenced. I am free to follow Him.

Teach me, O LORD, to follow your decrees;
then I will keep them to the end.

Give me understanding, and I will keep your law
and obey it with all my heart.

Direct me in the path of your commands,
for there I find delight.

Psalm 119:33-35 NIV

What Motivates You?

2011-08-08T03:00:00.000-07:00

Fear is on my mind lately. It comes in different shapes and sizes and busts onto the scene of our lives for a myriad of positive and negative reasons. But, fear truly is fueled from two power sources… our flesh and God.

Either one or the other motivates us.

I’m a people pleaser. Guilty of thriving on what others think of me. Desperately needing everyone to like me. There are so many reasons… love, significance and security to name a few.

I’m no stranger to fear. And not the Godly kind.

It’s interesting, because fleshly fear can mask itself as Godly fear. We can do the right things, make the right choices and call it Godly fear, but underneath the flesh trembles.

The opposite of fear is confidence. Some people have the problem of too much self-confidence… it, like fear can also mask itself as Godly confidence. But, that’s whole other post.

Fear motivates me.

For example… I struggle with boldness because not only do I not want to cause someone not to like me, but I also don’t want to make someone feel bad or uncomfortable.

Another example… I don’t compete. I’d rather cheer others on for fear of losing… or fear of hurting someone else by winning.

The switch from fear of man and fear of God started a long time ago for me, but it’s a lingering issue. One that surely I will battle all of my days here in this place. The only good thing about it is that it keeps me reaching for Him.

I meditate on these verses…

"The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom." Proverbs 9:10

“So we say with confidence… The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid what can mere mortals do to me?” Hebrews 13:6

“Fear of man will prove to be a snare, but whoever trusts in the Lord is kept safe.” Proverbs 29:25

“The Lord is my light and my salvation – whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life – of whom shall I be afraid?” Psalm 27:1-3

“Am I now trying to win approval of human beings, or of God? Or am I trying to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a servant of Christ.” Galatians 1:10

That last verse sets me straight!

Which kind of fear motivates you? Tell me your secret to focusing your fear on the Lord.

Counting on with Ann at A Holy Experience…

92. watching cupcake wars with big sister

93. walking through the swamp to get to the beautiful Marco Island

94. playing with the live clams in the shore

95. shelling with the kids

96. seeing dolphins playing in the distance

97. the palm tree covered in African “killer” bees… and the fact that big sister looked before climbing it

98. little miss turning into a fish over night

99. dinner with an old friend

100. the little owls living above the front door of the rental house

101. how mr man held on to the dock for dear life when he fell into the canal

102. flip-flops that float

103. hearing Your voice in the quiet of my mind

104. anxiety because it forces me to draw on you

105. misunderstandings sorted out

106. the Kennedy Space Center

107. the opportunity to see the rocket Juno blast off into space… awesome!

108. surviving the heat while waiting for the launch

109. unforgettable family time

110. home

111. anticipating the new homeschool year ahead

112. focusing my Fear on You

Living With Expectation...

2011-08-04T07:52:00.000-07:00

An enthusiastic tug yanks the side of my dress. My daughter’s church-ready curls now fall from the weight of humidity. As we wait, a question sprays out from in between two missing teeth. With a slight yet endearing lisp she asks, “Mommy, who are we waiting for?” I reply, “A friend of mine, a very sweet lady.”

With twinkling light brown eyes she continues, “Do I know her?”

“No sweetie, but mama knows her.” I continue as more explanation is required. “Well, I’ve never actually met her but I know her.”

More questions speed race over her face. “You’ve never met her, but you like her?”

It’s as if time stood still for a moment.

I lift my hand to shade my eyes from a sudden burst of sunlight peeking through the clouds. God interrupts my thoughts. He paints the canvas of my heart with these words,

“You love him even though you have never seen him. Though you do not see him now, you trust him; and you rejoice with a glorious, inexpressible joy. 9 The reward for trusting him will be the salvation of your souls,” (1 Peter 1:8-9, NLT).

I am so amazed.

The week before I entered the throne room of grace with one simple request. I prayed, “God, help me to see you more clearly this week. God, help me to hear from you daily. God, please inscribe your truth across my heart so that I can know you more today.

Isn’t it amazing when we live with the expectation of seeing God, we will absolutely notice his Holy movement in the midst of the mundane?

I saw God that day waiting in the Michaels Craft Store parking lot. It doesn’t get more “mundane” than that!

Thank you, sweet Debbie, for visiting us in little ol’ Reno last Sunday. You truly blessed me (and my girls) with your sweet spirit and graciousness.Visit Miss Debbie at http://writin4him.blogspot.com

This post was written in response to Bonnie Gray's Thursday Jam.

Radically Blessed ~ Part Two

2011-08-02T16:33:00.000-07:00

This is the rest of Monday's post. Thank YOU for joining me!

...The prayer begins.

They are personal, intimate, vulnerable prayers erupting from beauty and brokenness. Only the beauty isn’t found in the brokenness but in the One who is doing the mending. One by one every hope, every request, every offering is lifted into the dwelling place of God.

How sweet.

How fragrant.

Oh, how I feel God hovering in this place.

A soft spoken “amen” closes the session. Wetness fills every eye in the room. The most unguarded prayers offered by the most guarded of hearts. These twisted and tangled lives suddenly start to straighten. The mountain they must climb is so very steep. But praise God they don’t have to climb it alone.

As I turn to leave, one woman literally collapses from the weight of her sin. Sin that ushers her into a dark place only the light of Jesus can penetrate. Others wipe away floods of emotion that have dried along the edges of their cheeks. Some crack a simple smile as God’s perfect plan crystallizes into a focus they’ve never known.

I walk to my car feeling new somehow. Remembering how it felt when God paused for me. How he brought me to himself, held me close, and introduced me to a love-relationship that radically changed my life.

Overwhelmed by grace and emotionally exhausted from a string of beautiful prayers, I climb into my car with empty hands.

No DVD.

No study guide.

I left them for those who hung on every word, just as God instructed.

But even though my hands are empty, my heart is so very full.

God, I can’t wait to see what you’ll do next. Are you living in expectation and anticipation of seeing God right now?

I hope today finds you in absolute awe of God and the blessings he continually showers over you.

Radically Blessed ~ Part One of Two

2011-08-01T16:31:00.000-07:00

“Dear brothers and sisters,[a] when troubles come your way, consider it an opportunity for great joy,” (James 1:2, NLT).

Over the past two years, I’ve been blessed to lead a Women’s Recovery Bible Study. Last night, I drove down the same stretch of highway I’ve always driven. I wrapped my car around the same corner I’ve always turned. Only this night seemed different. Something struck a chord deep within my heart.

It was our last session together.

About 20 minutes into the study, I begin to squirm in my fold-out-chair. I become restless. I wonder, could it be God’s nudge?

Oh yes my sweet sisters, it is surely God’s nudge.

God spoke these words directly to my heart, “Give these women your ‘What Happens When Women Say Yes to God,’ DVD and study materials.” In my mind I found myself in a little debate with God.

“Well God, you know I selected this study because I too needed a refresher course. What if I leave the study guide and keep the DVD?”

Once again God responds, “Give these women ALL the materials.”

Ok God, after all I am a woman who is committed to radical obedience. I will do whatever you require. My response is “yes.”

Later in the evening, we conclude our time with the most powerful prayer I’ve ever witnessed. Twenty heavy-hearted women stand and squeeze together in a circle. Some women are completely broken, some slowly recovering, and some still questioning, “Why?”

Every precious head bows in reverent submission to God, the only One who can make all the difference. They stand side by side. One clammy hand clasps another.

Tightly.

Intently.

Some grip tighter than others as their wounds are not yet healed. Some bow their heads with faces so streaked with tears, the wetness puddles on the floor. Some struggle with health issues only a miracle can cure. While others finally realize their sinful lifestyle choices are what separate them from God.

These women stand united before their heavenly daddy. Women who have intentionally chosen to go with God’s flow instead of against it. Women who know this choice won’t always be easy.

The prayer begins.

To Be Continued Until Tomorrow....

Trusting Him

2011-07-27T02:00:00.000-07:00

“Mom, why didn’t you tell me I was going to get shots today?” – The question surprised me as the words tumbled out of my teary-eyed 5 year-old. She sat staring down at the two Scooby Doo Band-Aids pressed across both of her red and swollen thighs.

Just moments earlier she climbed into the safety of my lap as I wrapped both of her arms tightly in my own while the nurse injected her with four immunizations.

I thoughtfully considered her question. There were two reasons why I didn’t tell her that she’d get shots today at her annual appointment.

1.) I didn’t want her to fret and worry all day long about what was ahead. I just didn’t see the point of putting her through all of that.

And…

2.) I didn’t want to deal with her fretting and worrying… and whining all day long that she didn’t want to go… I didn’t see the point of putting me through all of that!

I hugged her intently, kissed her head, said I’m sorry and dove into reason #1. Then I suggested McDonalds and all was right in her world again.

As I drove away the thought of God’s plan for my life crossed my mind. I have no idea where I’m headed. What danger or suffering lies ahead for me? Fear of the unknown made a stealthy play for my heart… our financial stability… our health… my children’s future.

The list goes on until… I hear my own words echo back at me… “My child, I don’t want you to fret or worry about any of that… If I told you more than you need to know then your worry would just increase.”

And His familiar Word settled on my heart…

“You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds

are steadfast, because they trust in you.”

Isaiah 26:3

Just like I need my children to trust me to lead them – even when it hurts, so also the Lord requires that I do the same thing with Him. In fact, the path I take them on is completely dependent on my trust in Him. And the way I trust Him will greatly impact the way they do.

I want to get it right.

#67 Your Saving Grace

2011-07-25T02:00:00.000-07:00

I'm sure I've mentioned that I came to Christ in my late twenties. And I may have told you that before that I was far, far, far... I mean really far from believing in God.

I was one of those people that thought Christians were crazy for putting all of their faith into something so unsubstantial. I couldn't fathom why anyone would give credit to this "thought" for what their hard work had produced.

I was among those "headed for destruction" as 1 Corinthians 1:18-19 explains and the bible was indeed foolishness to me.

BUT, despite me... God had another plan.

At a very early age I began "looking for love in all the wrong places" -- as the old song goes. And after a jagged path of broken hearts I surely felt broken... unwanted and completely unworthy of love.

At this time I decided there must be something bigger... and it had to be spiritual, but... don't get excited... not the kind of "spiritual" you're thinking. I began to discover my spiritual self in books like the Celestine Prophecy. I studied a little astrology and identified with my sign and colors and whatever else looked good to me.

When I look back on it all I now see that God used that ache within me to be loved to draw me into Him. First He brought me earthly love in my husband, which still did not fulfill my need, in fact it made it worse because all my expectations about true love were thrashed inside the first year of marriage. Which put me right where He wanted me... right where He could reach me.

I wasn't looking for Him... it was Him that found me. And I will never be the same. There is nothing about my life that hasn't changed and there is still so very much to do... and I'm so grateful for that Grace that finds me still.

Here in Florida I haven't found K-LOVE, but there is another station that I've enjoyed... sermons by Charles Stanley (awesome) songs I'd never heard before... like this one by Rush of Fools that put me smack in the middle of the memory of His saving Grace in my life...

Have you heard it?

Taking it a little deeper I'm meditating on Colossians 1:13-14 and I've personalized it for myself... feel free to do the same for your heart...

"For He has rescued me from the kingdom of darkness

and transferred me into the Kingdom of His dear Son,

who purchased my freedom and forgave my sins."

Rejoicing today over His Amazing Grace!

Continuing the count with A Holy Experience...

68.) catching catfish in the back yard
69.) frying up that catfish and eating it for dinner
70.) Bryers waffle cone ice cream
71.) partly sunny with a chance of rain
72.) the "check tire" warning signal on the rental van
73.) Jason's Deli
74.) baby sting rays swimming in the shore at high tide
75.) how they make friends so easily
76.) when mr. man says "I'm sorry" from his heart to little miss -- without a word from me
77.) tanned skin
78.) cute little white bottoms from tanned skin
79.) living simply
80.) days without makeup
81.) humidity and what it does for my hair
82.) husbands devotion to me
83.) husbands love for the Lord
84.) husbands endurance, strength and perseverance -- it's all YOU
85.) sunset peaking through the palm trees
86.) glassy waters
87.) the Food Network TV
88.) the way You reveal yourself to me
89.) unearthing issues that need your attention
90.) playing "I love you more than ______" with little miss
91.) the way big sister pretends she doesn't feel well in order to sleep with me when daddy's out of town

Part Two of the Train Story

2011-07-22T06:17:00.000-07:00

A few of you sweet souls commented on Wednesday, “What happened? Did you find your husband?” I absolutely was not trying to leave y’all in a literary cliffhanger. No ma’am. What I can say, was in that moment my first reaction was to slap on a huge grimace, plop myself down, and roll around crying. I guess, sort of a 30 something year old mama-drama-tantrum.

Anyway, praise Jesus that is not what happened.

God birthed in me a new strength I never thought I had. I picked up my bags with determination. I had a new mission…to figure out what in tarnation I was going to do. I became swept away by all the other people piling into the Naples train station up ahead. I hurried up the escalator. I set my bags down at the top so I would have a birds-eye view of every track in that place. I tried to act as if I knew exactly what I was doing, but you guessed it, I didn’t have a clue.

Much to my surprise about 15 minutes later, when I was about to break into a real sweaty mess, my man hopped off another train. He had gone to the next stop. As soon as he had arrived, a second train came by, picked him up, and returned him to the Naples station where I was waiting.

In that moment, elation and fear collided. The juices in my stomach started to churn. I wanted to rip his head off for “him-hawing” on the train and leaving me alone.

But God…(don't you just love those two connection words)?

But God said, “No sweetie, no. Don’t carry anger and fear. Just remember the lesson I taught you here today.” My take away lesson was this: fill all the creases and cracks of your mind with God’s Truth. Pack it so full of Truth that there is absolutely no room for fear.

When we realize that because God himself is near and we don’t have to been anxious about anything, we will tap into the power of God like never before.

Have You Ever Been Fearful?

2011-07-20T16:38:00.000-07:00

The train hums as it gently wraps itself around the corner of the Naples train station. My unhurried husband and I fling our backpacks over our shoulders and proceed to the nearest exit. I clink and clank my two wheel carry-on-bag through the exit door. I lay my bulky luggage and oversized polka dotted purse along the concrete’s edge. I quarter turn back towards the train. A crisp beeping sound blares from overhead signaling the doors are about to shut.

Suddenly, my stomach flips in fear.

The doors are shutting, only I’m on the outside and my husband is still on the train. Seconds pass before I’m able to shake flusters of shock off my face. Desperation suddenly jerks my limbs into action. My trembling fingers try to pry the doors apart.

It’s too late.

Nothing works.

He’s gone.

I’m left standing alone in an unfamiliar place while onlookers shake their heads in disbelief.

In this moment God’s presence stirs with a purpose. Without spoken words, a phrase bounces off the framework of my heart…

“Push past your fear because God is near.”

God is near. Not just at home. Not just during quiet times. Not just on mission trips...But always.

“For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline,” (2 Timothy 1:7).

Even though God didn’t give us a spirit of fear, we all know what its sting feels like. So how do we become women who say “no” to fear and “yes” to God?

First, I think we must become women who exhibit God-confidence as opposed to self-confidence. God’s intention was never to make God girls “self-confident.” He created us to be confident in Him alone.

Secondly, we must become women who push beyond themselves so they can embrace what God has for them.

Women who don’t live their lives saturated in fear but soaked in Truth;

Women who rejoice in God’s intentional invasion of their comfort zones; and

Women who are able to shift focus away from fear and onto to God.

Oh, just think how different our lives would be if we didn’t let fear make us shy away from God’s plan. It breaks my heart thinking of all the times I blew it…all the opportunities I didn’t take. But just because I wasn’t a woman who said “yes” to God yesterday, doesn’t mean I can’t be a woman who says “yes” today.

That day on a sizzling train platform, I wiped the sweat from my eyes and decided to allow God’s Word to actually sink in. Instead of simply reciting the verse, I tried applying it for a change.

In that moment, I felt 2 Timothy 1:7 strengthen me in a new way. I tapped into God’s power and you know what happened? I became a woman with a Spirit of power, love, and self-discipline…Just the way God designed me to be.

Is fear holding you back today?

Nothing

2011-07-13T03:00:00.000-07:00

I hand my B37 boarding pass to the agent at the gate and hesitantly walk onto the already full airplane. Nearly every seat is taken. In the back are a few empty, dreaded middle seats and I quickly make a choice. Standing up, it seems like a n okay one, but as I settle in I am met with regret.

Almost instantly I am squished and touched uncomfortably with four hours looming ahead of me. Ms. aisle seat has no other choice but to move partially into my seat. Mr. window seat tries to respect what little space I have left allowing me to shift my legs when needed.

Two-hundred-forty minutes ahead and an intense grumbling erupts in my heart. My face is brow furrowed and visibly scrunched... I close my eyes and try to push past my present frustration. A simple, single prayer escapes my cluttered thoughts… “God show me the blessings in this place. “

Nothing came.

I try to force it… thank you God for air travel… thank you for the 40 inches of window and the clouds passing by… thank you for the free diet soda...

But no peace comes to me. I am trapped, anxiety ridden and clinging to only an ounce of sanity and self-control.

And then a glimpse of His purpose pushes its way to the forefront of my heart… my purpose in this.

My mind abruptly centers on Ms. aisle seat sleeping soundly next to me and though she is slightly on me I am over-whelmed with a sense of her discomfort. How she must feel. Her frustration. And her anxiety.

So, I pray for her.

And I soon forget all about me.

Burdened for her my face loosens as my heart softens and I breathe out peace.

My comfort level remains cramped, but my heart suddenly feels free. I am reminded of Paul, persecuted and in chains, yet content in all things… spreading the gospel… serving and loving others for His sake.

And me… what do I have to complain about?

Nothing.

"I urge you, first of all, to pray for all people. Ask God to help them; intercede on their behalf, and give thanks for them. "

1 Timothy 2:1

Turning it Around

2011-07-11T04:56:00.000-07:00

So, here we are on our extended vacation in Florida that I mentioned to you all. My husband is traveling over the East coast, so we decided to just call this home base for a little while.

First, I want you to know that it is absolutely wonderful! The home is everything we expected and more. In fact, the first night we arrived at midnight the first thing we did was quickly slip into our suits and promptly jump into the pool!

What a sweet memory for us all.

Next, I'll honestly tell you that there are some things that aren't exactly what I expected.

Like, the rain for example... I did not realize that summer is the rainy season for Florida... especially South West Florida where we are staying. We're under cloud cover more than we're not and I can't count how many times I've walked into a store dry and walked out into a complete down pour.

And, though I knew we'd battle the bugs here I did not really know just how many buggies were calling this place home. We race from the front door to the van to avoid a mosquito attack and then slam the doors shut to keep them out of the van.

The good out ways the bad without a doubt, but I'm learning that even so the bad can create a tone and an attitude within my heart. It can easily seep in and change the way I see everything. And once it's got a foot hold on me it is contagious and spreads to the rest of the family and we are infected.

So much in our Christian life requires intentional work and dealing with disappointments is a big part of that. When a negative attitude invades our hearts and minds we must get into the habit of turning it around and fast.

I have a little technique that is helping me. When things turn ugly I first dwell on God's Sovereignty. I remember that not one thing is a surprise to Him. Every step I take. Every hurdle I cross. Every drop of rain. Every single bug. They are all within His reach and all a part of His creation. And I can let them burden me or I can find the blessing in them.

It’s a choice.

The second thing I do is make the only choice that completely snuffs out the negative. I simply find the blessings in my situation. They are always there, for example... I actually love rain storms and we get very little rain in Reno, so I'm thanking Him for every drop. The kids and I are finding joy in racing from the store to the car in a compete down pour... it's just water and it'll dry. And the beach is just as much fun and a lot cooler under clouds... the ambiance is serene and peaceful and I absolutely love it.

Turning it around is a necessary habit in order to Live Fully right where you are. The complaints all around seem to disappear and His glory abounds more and more.

"The Lord has established His throne in the heavens, and His sovereignty rules over all." Psalm 103:19 (NASB)

Living Fully in Florida and counting on…

31. freshly cleaned yard

32. precious prayers of a little sweetheart

33. how they play together

34. when little miss brushes my hair

35. sweet old men carrying real handkerchiefs

36. passing time with wonderful friends

37. the scale moving down

38. everytime husband comes home

39. making plans

40. rain falling all night

41. waking up to snuggling angels

42. daddy, who never wants to let them down

43. when mr. man reads to little miss

44. the way You cover my mistakes

45. the full moon

46. warmer weather

47. darling daughters place in your kingdom

48. obediently turning my upsets over to you and faithfully receiving your peace

49. my swimming superstars

50. thunderstorms and lightening shows

51. screen covered pool with all the little buggies on the outside

52. super sweet mangos

53. juicy, delicious tomatoes

54. listening to little miss sing the Tangled soundtrack over, and over and over...

55. afternoon naps

56. fresh fish from the fish market

57. white sands

58. having husband (daddy) all to our selves

59. fireworks going off right over our heads

60. our freedom in this country

61. better yet, our freedom in Christ

62. the ocean

63. giving up my fears and letting them snorkel with dad in the middle of the ocean

64. glass bottom boat rides for me and little miss

65. family fun nights in Florida :)

66. being able to turn it around because of You

Catacombs “The Secret Church” ~ Exploration In Rome

2011-07-08T07:38:00.000-07:00

Oh, I can't wait to share with you today...

It is several feet below the Roman road of today. It’s nestled along the cobblestone road of the Appian Way and located just outside Rome. My anticipation bubbles over as we enter the Christian Catacombs of St. Sebastian.

It’s as if moments twinkling in time could be re-captured and re-experienced. As we embark down the winding stair-case which leads to the musty smelling tunnels, I brush my hands over cold memories carved in limestone from centuries past. Somehow, my imagination picks up where 4th century A.D. left off.

My excitement fizzes over as 10 of us walk in single file line through the candle lit tunnels. Did I mention there are hundreds and hundreds of passageways where Christians buried their dead along the red clay walls? They wrapped their dead, tucked them into carefully carved openings, and placed limestone slabs over them (to cover the smell).

There is something beautiful lying beneath the cracked surface. Something magnificent hidden in imperfections which beg the eye to look harder, deeper into history. Patterns of Jesus as the Good Shepherd scratched across colored marble. Designs of the Ichthys etched in time. Greek symbols crying out for Jesus’ return. The distinctness of each hand carved portrait builds my faith as childhood Bible stories flood my mind and saturate my heart.

Painting of Daniel in the Lion Den

As we feel our way through dark tunnels and dusty floors, I imagine myself as one of the Christians escaping the Roman law of that time. Joining hands with fellow believers whose desire to flee the city of walls of persecution leads them to this place. It’s a place where God’s girls (and boys) can quench their thirst for worship without being noticed or discovered. It’s a thirst that can only be subdued until the next gathering.

These tunnels provide a portal to archaic moments which bridge the gap between the old and the new. Places once concealed from idol-worshipping law, now revealed under the light of today.

As we remerge from the basement-like tunnels below, it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the bright sprays of sunlight bursting behind the clouds. Discovering secret Christian meetings squeezed between pillars of persecution and tunnels of family members and friends buried centuries ago will never be forgotten.

Can you tell this was my favorite part of our trip!?

Have a great weekend!

The Forum "Ancient Rome"

2011-07-07T07:39:00.000-07:00

“The brothers and sisters in Rome had heard we were coming, and they came to meet us at the Forum on the Appian Way,” (Acts 28:15).

My three year old thinks our pastor’s two daughters are super-stars. When she sees them, she gasps and points with excitement. “Look mama, Hannah and Grace… “they urrr guuurgeous,” she’ll exclaim!

The Apostle Paul didn’t have super-star status like my pastor’s kids. He trotted down the streets of ancient Rome (called the Forum seen below) with chains twisted around his wrists and the Gospel wrapped around his heart. The Lord had given Paul a gospel-charged assignment. “That night the Lord appeared to Paul and said, “Be encouraged, Paul. Just as you have been a witness to me here in Jerusalem, you must preach the Good News in Rome as well,” (Acts 23:11, NLT).

As I began the journey into a massive archeological area called the Forum it hit me. Even in the midst of such immense adversity, Paul’s boldness for Christ never wavered. He arrived in Rome not as an apostle free to conduct ministry as usual, but as an apostle in chains whose voice would be muffled and activity would be limited.

As I stepped across gray cobblestones sprinkled with pieces of marble constructed centuries ago, Paul’s own words echoed through the hallway of my mind, “My life is worth nothing to me unless I use it for finishing the word assigned me by the Lord Jesus,” (Acts 20:24).

Words escaped me. His words of denial of self came alive in a new way. I found myself whispering in soft breaths the words, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus…

After he arrived, Paul became entangled in the Roman judicial system. Roman citizens began forming their own opinions about Paul. Since rumor and gossip stirred the populace, and since there was nothing like objective reporting or newspapers to tell the other side, popular perception carried the day (59-61 A.D.). And if Christians were slandered, the majority of the people believed the gossip. Fellow believers were afraid to be associated with Paul and his ministry. They were ashamed of the Gospel because of Paul’s imprisonment.

In response, Paul wrote, “So never be ashamed to tell others about our Lord. And don’t be ashamed of me, either, even though I’m in prison for him. With the strength God gives you, be ready to suffer with me for the sake of the Good News,” (2 Timothy 1:8-18, NLT).

Personal Note: Like Paul I want to be so God-focused that I say, “Whatever it takes Lord, whatever it costs me, I want to be a woman who says, “yes,” to you.

Thanks for allowing me to share my thoughts with you…

I’ll share more photos tomorrow!

Statue of Apostle Paul

Nero's House (Ruler who had Paul beheaded)

Paul would have lived in an "apartment" like this one (shops on botttom and homes on top)

The Appian Way (“Via Appia”)~ When In Rome…

2011-07-06T05:34:00.000-07:00

I was in Rome, Italy last week. The only Italian words I knew were the words for “girl parts” and “boy parts,” thanks to my sweet girlfriend, her Italian hubby, and their two children here in Reno. I must admit, those words did come in handy thanks to Michel Angelo’s fascination with the male anatomy. Any hoo hoo, all I can say is I’m glad most Italians know English because this Southern girl could only say, “Y’all know where the toilets are?” Because you see, there are no “restrooms” only “toilets.”

Bathrooms, restrooms, potty…it’s universal…Even though the “flusher” is on the wall and not on the toilet itself. I couldn’t quite get used to that!

Now, to the good part...

I love sitting down with my Bible, placing my finger on a specific passage, and then being able to go see it, touch it, and experience it. For example, in Acts 28:13-15, Scripture talks about how the Apostle Paul walked along the Appian Way as a prisoner led into Rome. How fellow believers met him at the Three Taverns (see Acts 28:15) so they could walk with him. I asked our driver about the Three Taverns as referenced in Acts. He looked at me like I had three heads. Although, after a little digging, we learned that the "Three Taverns" were located in someone’s residential garden. He shook his unbelieving head and said, “I don’t think they will allow you to perform an amateur excavation in their backyard.” But of course he said it with a really cool accent.

As we drove along the bumpy cobblestone road of the Appian Way, I asked the driver to stop. I wanted my feet to walk the same road, smell the same air, and experience a specific moment in time. Trees overhead seemed to tangle themselves in a moving canopy that shaded the smoldering pavement. A road carved in ancient truths from the second century A.D.

Who would have ever thought that a Jesus loving stay-at-home mamma would be tripping over her shoelaces on such an important walk through Biblical history…a woman forever changed because of what she saw.

The more my eyes gazed over roads paved with centuries of secrets, the more enamored I became. The more I walked down the same cobblestone road as Paul (he in his sandals and I in my Nikes), the more the things of this earth faded away. This road was a spiritual marker for Paul. A marker which led to his ultimate fulfillment of God’s assignment…taking the Gospel to the Gentiles (me and you) ….and to the ends of the earth.

I hope you don’t mind if I share more this week.

To be continued...

Growing Not Perfecting

2011-07-05T09:01:00.000-07:00

As I sit outside, I notice a weed invasion marching across the backyard. Shrubs and trees relax their roots as they recline across the deck’s chipped exterior. Branch-like arms stretch wildly over the white picket fence. All shapes, sizes, and colors… taking on the appearance of uneven chaos.

My eyebrows scrunch as I think, “The shrubs need to be cut back. They are so overgrown.” Their imperfections are desperately crying out for some good pruning shears to snap them back into shape.

I am struck at how quickly they’ve grown. When my husband and I planted years ago, we hoped for growth but never expected perfection. We didn’t get perfection either… and that’s okay.

Now as I gaze over the untidy plant-like mess in the yard, I am reminded of God’s love for us.

He loves even when our limbs need to be yanked back into action.

He loves even when we’re a little droopy and bent out of shape.

He loves even the most unruly messes.

God doesn’t want us wasting time striving for perfection, because he knows disappointment will forever be on the horizon. For God so loved us, despite our imperfection and our hopeless state of sin ~ that he sent his Son ~to live a life he knew we could never live.

The Message paraphrases 1 Corinthians 3:7 in this way:

"It's not the one who plants or the one who waters who is at the center of this process but God, who makes things grow. Planting and watering are menial servant jobs at minimum wages. What makes them worth doing is the God we are serving. You happen to be God's field in which we are working."

Just like the overgrown shrubs in the backyard, God doesn’t require a perfectly pruned exterior to make his creation look good. There is no room in His will for our faint-less efforts to be perfect in an imperfect world.

Why?

Jesus already took care of that.

That’s the beauty of the Gospel.

The goal has never been about perfection.

It’s about…our growth.

See Y'all in Two Weeks

2011-06-18T15:28:00.000-07:00

Heidi and I are going on vacation with our families. We will be back in two weeks with fun stuff to share!

Thank you bloggy friends for all your encouragement and support! We love blogging with YOU!

YES!

2011-06-16T07:56:00.000-07:00

“For Jesus Christ, the Son of God, does not waver between “Yes” and “No.” He is the one whom Silas,[a] Timothy, and I preached to you, and as God’s ultimate “Yes,” he always does what he says. For all of God’s promises have been fulfilled in Christ with a resounding “Yes!” And through Christ, our “Amen” (which means “Yes”) ascends to God for his glory,”(2 Corinthians 1:19-21, Emphasis Added (NLT).

“Amen” is a Hebrew word that stems from the word aman, which means “to be faithful, support, or confirm.” The word “amen” actually means, “so be it,” or truly,” or “yes.”

These verses leapt off the pages of my Bible this morning. God has put a seal of approval with a resounding “Yes!”

God isn’t like a teeter totter. He doesn’t go up and down between “Yes” and “No.” He doesn’t say “Well, I guess so” or “Maybe I could do that.” Isn’t it nice to know there is no gray area with God?

Is there a gray area in your life today? Are you stuck between a “No” and a “Yes?” Is God leading you to step out in faith, but you’re unsure of your footing? Know this~ God is sure about you even if you're unsure about him.

We can be sure of one thing...God’s promises have been fulfilled in Christ with the ultimate “Yes!”

So, when you conclude your conversation with God today and the word “amen,” rolls over your tongue, remember you are actually saying,

Yes, Lord, whatever you desire for me today.

Yes Lord, whatever you require of me this week.

Yes Lord, whatever sacrifices I need to make right now.

I want to be a woman who says “Yes” to you.

Will you be a woman who says “Yes” to God today?

Hot and Bothered

2011-06-15T06:57:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, I heard the worst noise. My heart raced. I gasped for air. “What could it be?” I wondered.

Clankety,

clank,

clank…clunk.

I sprinted outside like Nancy Drew on a big mystery adventure. I took a couple of steps onto the porch and I saw it ~ concrete dust floating above our air conditioning unit. {Mystery solved!}

The air conditioner went “boom.”

Later, as I glistened all over myself, I explained what happened to the maintenance man. “It sounded as if a big rock became lodged in the air-conditioning unit. It shook, smoked, and shut off.”

In that moment I knew what it felt like to be a broken down air-conditioner.

I know what it feels like to have life moving along just fine, then, out of nowhere something interrupts well-thought-out plans and breaks all your parts. One minute you’re calm, cool, and collected. The next, some unforeseen circumstance throws a wrench in a perfectly good day leaving you rattling, clanking, and hot.

If you find yourself today with a rock of discouragement lodged against your heart, remember nothing is too big for God.

He has a special purpose for that rock. Maybe it’s there to interrupt you. To grow you.

He has a special purpose for you in that inconvenient moment. He always does.

So don’t try to fix it yourself, trust God instead.

He has the tools to move that rock and get things up and running again.

Here are some power verses for an extra rocky day.

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths” (Proverbs 3:5).

Thus says the Lord, Your Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel: “I am the Lord your God, who teaches you to profit, who leads you by the way you should go” (Isaiah 48:17).

“I will instruct you and teach you in the way should go; I will guide you with My eye” (Psalm 32:8).

“The Lord will guide you continually …” (Isaiah 58:11).

“A man’s heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps” (Proverbs 16:9).

Need a Good Father's Day Idea?

2011-06-14T09:44:00.000-07:00

Recently, I stumbled across LifeWay’s Stand Firm Magazine. It's a must-have for today’s Christian man, Stand Firm equips men daily to be godly leaders in their homes, churches, and communities. This monthly, digest sized magazine is filled with daily devotions on topics including marriage, work, and church.

Just an idea for your man this Father's Day!

There Is No Perfect Formula

2011-06-13T08:04:00.000-07:00

In the midst of hair-yanking fights and beat-on-the-floor tantrums, I realize there is no perfect parenting formula. There isn’t an easy step-by-step plan I can squeeze my family into that will eliminate the chaos bouncing off the crayon streaked walls of our suburban home.

There is no perfect formula but there is a perfect parent, God. He breathed important truths across each page of his Holy Word. There, sprinkled beneath the surface, are treasures to unearth that will help maneuver through the battlegrounds of parenthood.

God, being the ultimate parent, sets guidelines we are to follow; establishes boundaries we aren’t to cross; and takes disciplinarian action when appropriate. Even though it’s sometimes painful, his corrections are what mold is into the image of Christ. It’s what builds a love-relationship with him and ultimately with our kids.

As parents, we must get into the Word, find God’s formula for godly parenting, and imitate it. Period.

I like the way the Message Paraphrases Hebrews 12:4-11:

“So don't feel sorry for yourselves. Or have you forgotten how good parents treat children, and that God regards you as his children?

My dear child, don't shrug off God's discipline,

but don't be crushed by it either.

It's the child he loves that he disciplines;

the child he embraces, he also corrects.”

God didn’t create us only to leave us. When we veer off the straight and narrow, God always steers us back to himself. In just the same way when our kids stray away in disobedience, we must point them back to Jesus. The way we respond, the words we use, the actions we take will either draw our kids closer to their heavenly daddy or further away from Him.

These mommy-hood adventures are ten times harder than I imagined. Wouldn’t you agree? Some days spin like an out of control merry-go-round with jerks and yanks at every turn. Some days I feel as if I’ve hobbled off the Scream Machine at Six Flags complete with a disheveled look and crazy hair.

Even though some days seem well put together, while others unravel at the seams, one thing’s for sure… if we remember who we are and whose we are, we will absolutely get it right. If we follow God’s perfect formula for parenting, we will succeed in glorifying his name as well as raising God-fearing kids.

Lord, please help me to live with a Calvary love for my children, who sometimes aren’t so loveable. I so desire to be the parent you intended. Please help me to raise kids that are crazy in love with you. Amen.

Believing the Best

2011-06-08T05:00:00.000-07:00

I visited a church a few years ago and the pastor asked this question…

“Are you expecting the worst or believing the best about your husband?”

Hmmm?

I confess, at the time I most definitely expected the worst from my husband. He’d say, “I’ll be home at 6” and I knew it’d be later. He’d say, “I’ll call you back in a few minutes” and I knew he’d get caught up. He’d say “I’ll get off of the computer soon” and I knew an hour would pass.

Bitterness and resentment became my best friends and love took a cold back seat.

There’s a massive contrast when you view things in the flesh and then catch a glimpse of them through God’s eyes.

God used that sermon and that question to make me painfully aware of the error in my thinking. And I became far less interested in what my husband did wrong. I had gotten into the bad habit of expecting my husband to let me down and in return I offered no grace, no understanding… and no love.

The greatest commandment is to Love. It’s not always easy, true. However, God is in the habit of giving us just the help we need.

And in the Amplified version of 1 Corinthians 13:7 sits that very help that allows us to love no matter what…

“Love bears up under anything and everything that comes,
is ever ready to believe the best of every person, its hopes are
fadeless under all circumstances, and it endures
everything [without weakening].”

That says that Love believes the best about every person… not just our spouses, but our friends and even strangers.

So, if we apply these God-given truths to our relationships then we are freed up to simply love.

Believing the best about people is a choice. It doesn’t depend on circumstances… how a person behaves, what they say or don’t say… it just believes… it just loves.

Before I expected the worst from my husband and from most people and it was also, always about me. How upset I was. How wronged I felt. How my expectations weren’t met. And because of that I spent much time in mental torment.

Now, I am in the habit of believing the best and not only do I have internal peace, but I give out grace with ease and I love better than ever before.

What about you? Are you believing the best?

Multitudes on Monday

2011-06-06T05:00:00.000-07:00

“The time, always the time, I’m an amateur trying to beat time. The six kids rouse. We race. The barn… and hurry. The breakfast… and hurry. The books, the binders…and hurry! In a world addicted to speed, I blur the moments into one unholy smear. I have done it. I do it still. Hands of the clock whip hard. So I push hard and I bark hard and I fall hard and when their wide eyes brim sadness and their chins tremble weak, I am weary and I am thin clear skin, reflecting their fatigue, about to burst, my eyes glistening their same sheer pain. The hurry makes us hurt. And maybe it is the hurt that drives on? For all our frenzied running seemingly toward something, could it be that we are in fact fleeing – desperate to escape pain that pursues? Whatever the pace, time will keep it and there’s no outrunning it, only speeding it up and pounding the feet harder; the minutes pound faster too. Race for more and you’ll snag on time and leak empty. The longer I keep running, the longer the gash, and I drain, bleed away. Hurry always empties a soul.” –Ann Voskamp

Are you in a hurry today?

I am… always rushing, trying to get it all done. Have you ever uttered the words, “oh, if there were just more hours in the day?” I have, but really I don’t want more hours in the day. I’ll still be tired at 6 PM and look forward to bed at 9PM, that extra hour would only blend into the crazed running that already exists in my life.

I just want to make the best use of the time that I have, not wish for more. And this causes me to examine just how my time is spent… is it on what’s most important? On what God has lain before me?

Mark Buchanan says… “Being in a hurry. Getting to the next thing without fully entering the thing in front of me. I cannot think of a single advantage I’ve ever gained from being in a hurry. But a thousand broken and missed things, tens of thousands, like in the wake of all the rushing… through all that haste I thought I was making up time. It turns out I was throwing it away.”

I don’t want to miss what’s right in front of me because of all the rushing around. These children. This husband. The very blessings and ministries that He gave to me first.

God has placed a new and deep burden within my heart to stop the hurry for them, to give myself to them and not rush past it all, because time... this thing I chase incessantly is the very thing that has no trouble passing me by.

I want to slow-it-down and “live fully, right where I am”

What about you? What has hurry done for you?

Continuing on with Multitudes on Mondays…

20. family fun nights

21. adults who are kind to my children

22. husband’s vulnerable side

23. roasted vegetables

24. mr. man’s love of reading and The Magic Treehouse books

25. how they (my kids) do love each other… sometimes

26. books

27. Netflix… for access to old, wholesome movies and shows

28. anticipation

29. online banking

30. finding encouragement at the click of a mouse :)

Erin's Baby Shower....

2011-06-04T16:22:00.000-07:00

Sling Shot Prayers

2011-06-01T19:09:00.000-07:00

I was having one of those moments. Y'all know the kind. It was one of those “my bath tub is overflowing but I feel drained,” moments. I needed a mommy time out. Maybe even a trip to the potty ALONE. But instead, I decided to disappear into the bedroom. Steal a moment or two for myself. So I picked up an article written by Steven Furtick (author of Sun Stand Still).

It moved me.

God moved me as I read it.

Simple points packed with a whole lotta punch. Such a punch, that I wanted to share some of my knee jerk reactions with you.

“What happens when you dare to ask God for the impossible?

“Our God isn’t intimidated by long-shot prayers.”

“Audacious faith is for school teachers, stay-at-home moms, bankers, construction workers, hairstylists, college students.”

The article discusses the audacious faith of Joshua. Joshua 10 showcases Joshua’s march against the Amorites on an all-night march. God speaks "Don’t be afraid of them; I have given them into your hand,” (v.8). The Israelites unleashed a surprise attack, and right from the beginning, the battle went well. When the enemy lines broke and the Amorites started to flee into the valley, Joshua’s men chased them down. And God got personally involved.

Then as the sun sank toward the horizon, Joshua faced a decision. The victory wasn’t complete, and once it got dark, the rest of the Amorites would slip away. This is where Joshua’s audacious faith came into play. Joshua asked God for the sun to stand still, “O sun, stand still over Gibeon, O moon, over the Valley of Aijalon (v.12).

Did you notice? Joshua had the audacity to ask God to make the sun stop in the sky! And you know what? That is exactly what God did.

Webster’s Dictionary defines audacious as, “daring: bold, or fearless, especially in challenging assumptions or conventions.” Could it be that God intends for us to have the same “Sun Stand Still” faith like Joshua---the kind of faith that dares to believe God for the impossible—as a normal way of life?

I too believe God desires to make the sun stand still in the life of every believer. Let’s activate our audaciousness today! Let’s sling out a long shot prayer and trust God with the impossible. This is probably the most intimidating way to live, but I’m up for the challenge

…how about you?

Is the End Near?

2011-05-31T13:25:00.000-07:00

If you’re like me, you’ve watched current events and wondered if this is it. Is the second coming of Christ on the horizon? Will we soon see crystal blue skies unzipping as Jesus charges forward on his white horse? Whatever your thoughts on the matter, we shouldn’t panic or worry like the rest of the world. Believers should anticipate Christ’s return with confident hope.

In fact Romans 8:21-25 tells us,

“Creation looks forward to the day when it will join God’s children in glorious freedom from death and decay. 22 For we know that all creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. 23 And we believers also groan, even though we have the Holy Spirit within us as a foretaste of future glory, for we long for our bodies to be released from sin and suffering.

Since God stands outside of time, we must realize His timetable isn’t like ours. While we wait, we are to “wait with eager hope for the day when God will give us our full rights as his adopted children,[a] including the new bodies he has promised us. We were given this hope when we were saved. (If we already have something, we don’t need to hope[b] for it. But if we look forward to something we don’t yet have, we must wait patiently and confidently.)

Another favorite passage on the topic is:

“And there will be signs in sun and moon and stars, and on the earth distress of nations in perplexity because of the roaring of the sea and the waves, 26 people fainting with fear and with foreboding of what is coming on the world. For the powers of the heavens will be shaken. 27 And then they will see the Son of Man coming in a cloud with power and great glory. 28 Now when these things begin to take place, straighten up and raise your heads, because your redemption is drawing near.”

~Luke 21:25-28

I am looking forward to it, how about you? Are you ready?

Where Is Your Focus?

2011-05-30T07:22:00.000-07:00

“For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God,”
(Romans 3:23).

In recent months, I’ve noticed I tend to concentrate on the “falling short,” part of Romans 3:23…alot.

Does any of this sound familiar to you?

I fall short when I yell at my kids.

I fall short when I sit at the computer too long.

I fall short when I hit the snooze button and miss sharpening time with God.

I focus on my falling short as opposed to God being the filler of my falling-short-moments. The great news is that God doesn’t concentrate on our transgressions, even when we do. Psalm 103:12 tells us, “As far as the east is from the west, so far has He removed our transgressions from us.” God doesn’t hold life-long-grudges, but instead is the giver of eternal mercy.

Once we confess our mess-ups and lay our burdens at the foot of the cross, God wipes them away forever. It’s as if they never happened.

“Oh, what joy for those whose disobedience is forgiven, whose sins are put out of sight. Yes, what joy for those whose record the LORD has cleared of sin,” (Romans 4:7-8 New Living Translation).

So, if we pray today for something we already talked to God about yesterday, his response just might be, “I’m not sure what you’re referring too? ~ I never saw that?”

Sweet friends, whatever falling short moments you’re clinging to today, remember in the eyes of God, those things never took place. What a perfectly packaged grace gift for God’s girls (and boys)!

Praying for Persecuted Christians...

2011-05-26T11:18:00.000-07:00

Between June 2010 and January 2011 there was a significant increase in the number of Christians arrested solely for practicing their faith. In these six months there were 202 arrests and at the end of January at least 33 were still in prison. During this period there were also a series of hostile statements from officials regarding Christianity. To read the detailed report click here.

Let's pray for:

1. Their boldness to stand up for the Gospel in prison.

2. Their release.

3. Their ministry.

Remember those who are in prison, as though in prison with them, and those who are mistreated, since you also are in the body, Hebrews 13:3.

Prayers and Blessings,

Kelli

Fear Not!! It's a Dawna Day...

2011-05-25T05:59:00.000-07:00

I’m wondering, “Am I alone in this fear, the fear of showing my emotions?” For years, I have “sucked it up,” until I was safe behind my bedroom door and then let it out. It does not matter if it is angry tears, tears of joy, or tears of heartache. I close myself off. I am embarrassed, but why?

I am beginning to beat this fear, through a lot of encouragement and prayer. In fact, I am celebrating this evening; I did a huge thing for me.

My elderly neighbor passed away last night. Can I just tell you the lies Satan throws at you when you are a by-stander. Do not go over there. They don’t need you. I am sure they have all the help they need. They’re going to think you’re weird showing up with a coffee cake and coffee. You do not know what to say or how to handle grief.

GO BACK WHERE YA CAME FROM SATAN!!!

I will not hide the love I have for them. I will not be a light hidden under a bushel. I found myself praying for the strength to go do, as I should, when I remembered Jesus weeping with Martha and Mary. He knew Lazarus was going to be fine, but had such compassion that he let it out. I am celebrating for the one that passed but have compassion for the ones left behind.

I stood up, grabbed the coffee cake and coffee, and headed down the street thinking of the love I have for them. I walked in and all fear left me, I wrapped the widow in my arms and told her I was sorry and that we loved her. I let the tears fall and opened myself to the family. They were touched; they were grateful for our prayers and were genuinely happy to see the cake! Lessons today…..Love never fails. Love always conquers! When all else fails bring a cake (my insert).

Satan is a LIAR!

Go on stare fear in the eye, and KISS it! It turns to putty!

Praise Be to Jesus... It's a Dawna Day!

2011-05-23T08:05:00.000-07:00

Lord, help me express my heart to those great women who have shaped me into the mother I am today. I do not want to sound like another Hallmark card. I want sincerity in my words and I want them to feel the truth behind them. This is what I prayerfully sought last night, the night before Mothers day.

Did I get my answer? Yes. But, in the most unexpected way.

As I prayed and meditated upon who I am, the passion I feel for my children and the devotion I have toward them, it was clear who has fine-tuned and sharpened me as a Mother. It was also clear on how HE did it. I know it was Jesus, but he has worked through another amazing man.

At 2:00 AM on Mother’s Day morning I found myself writing a letter of gratitude, a letter of thanksgiving to my husband.

You see I found the answer in proverbs 31. How in the world does a woman become like that? The answer stared back at me in Proverbs 31:28-29…

“Her Children rise up and bless her; Her husband also, and he praises her saying; Many daughters have done nobly, but you excel them all.”

My husband blesses me by supporting, teaching and inspiring me. He is not stingy with his praises but lavishly tells me what a great wife and mother I am. It may not sound the same but it means the same. It is a lot easier to serve and sacrifice with such a man by my side.

God’s blessing and carving stick comes in unexpected packages.

I am aware that my mother laid my foundation, but never thought my husband would play a main character in the make up of “me.”

Now do not get me wrong, I am not perfect and neither is my husband, however our teacher is GOOD... very good! I know I will never be the Proverbs 31 woman, not this side of the veil, but there are people cheering me on, and guiding my ways.

We all share a role in shaping future Godly Mothers.

Sometimes it is as easy as praising, encouraging and blessing them. May God’s hands surround you all as priceless vessels on the potter wheel, using whomever necessary for His final piece!

Multitudes on Monday

2011-05-16T06:00:00.000-07:00

Thank you all for praying for me and my family. I did make it to see my grandmother and just in time. I got to her at 10:30 PM Friday night and she passed away at 12:15 AM. I am so glad I went, it was worth the travel even if it was for such a short time.

I appreciate you all so much, you bless me!

Continuing on with Multitudes on Mondays...

11. twenty-five minutes at the DMV :)

12. husband coming home early

13. lovely farmland stretched out for miles and miles of drive

14. brokenness along the way

15. one hour and forty-five minutes with her...

16. reminding her of her place in eternity

17. holding her hand and stroking her hair as she breathes life's last breath

18. hidden pictures in my suitcase

19. compassionate darling daughter who cries for my loss

20. sister's love

21. Kelli... for her faithful friendship and encouraging words

22. photo memories (can you guess which one is me?)

23. pretty things that die and actually do come back ( my picture doesn't do it justice!)

24. understanding your Sovereignty because it does away with my bitterness and discontentment

Blessings,

Heidi

“Why bother Jesus?”

2011-05-12T06:15:00.000-07:00

"The godly may trip seven times, but they will get up again. But one disaster is enough to overthrow the wicked," (Proverbs 24:16).

When ‘to-do’ lists pile high, we have a tendency to say “Why bother?”

Why bother cleaning the house? It’s going to get messy as soon as the kids get home.

Why bother fixing supper? The kids never eat anyway.

Why bother calling Stanley Steamer? The Spaghetti-O stains will be back in a month.

It’s like skipping a pebble across a pond. As the stone gently kisses the surface of the water, a ripple effect occurs. The ripples in our lives can lead to a “Why bother” attitude.

For me, the ripples that push against the outer banks of my sanity are: not eating right, not getting enough rest, not having enough alone time, neglecting date nights, and diminished quiet time with God.

Why bother Jesus?

I have friends in the South who recently lost everything in a violent rotating column of air. Tragically, this heart stirring event ushered in a “Why bother” attitude about Jesus.

Why bother Jesus? Because Jesus can…

Move mountains,

Heal wounds,

Perform miracles, and

Comfort the broken-hearted.

Scripture points us to people who rejected this kind of attitude.

1. As Moses high-tailed it towards the Red Sea, he could have said, “Why bother? We’ll never get across in time, (see Exodus 14:15-30).” Instead, Moses allowed waters of deliverance to drown any “Why bother,” attitude that may have been floating beneath the surface.

2. When Moses led the people of Israel through the desert, he was disappointed by all the grumpy people and by his ultimate failure. He could have chosen to say “Why bother leading these folks across a hot desert into the Promise Land. I won’t be able to enjoy it anyway.” But, Moses chose obedience and caught a glimpse of the Promise Land.

3. In Mark 5 a woman known as “daughter,” was plagued with constant pain and bleeding. Peeking through the crowd to see Jesus, she could have said, “Why bother Jesus with my problems. I’m not important enough to ask for help. Nothing else has worked so why even try?” I love how she leapt over life’s obstacles to get to Jesus in spite of her circumstances.

Why bother Jesus?

Because we can’t but Jesus can. He conquered death. He can interrupt our pain. He isn’t restricted by our fears. He sees beyond our limitations.

Maybe the question we should be asking is, “Why bother in my own strength when I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me (Phil. 4:13)?”

Is a “Why bother” attitude stopping you from responding in obedience to God today?

Walking In His Path

2011-05-11T06:33:00.000-07:00

“Oh, that my people would listen to me! Oh, that Israel would follow me, walking in my paths!” Psalm 81:13 (NLT)

This verse challenges me this week. It sparks several questions that ignite deep within my heart.

Am I really listening to God’s voice?

Am I hearing Him and doing what He says?

Am I acting in immediate obedience or am I acting according to my own time table?

Am I walking in God’s path?

Am I still holding on to too much?

Are “things” I’m holding onto, keeping me from walking with Jesus?

We will never be able to follow Jesus without first listening to His voice. When you pray, are you pausing long enough to hear what He has to say? What is God revealing to you today?

This post was written in response to WFW at Internet Cafe Devotions

Pinkalicious Perfection: A Tale of Toes

2011-05-09T16:19:00.000-07:00

A couple of weeks ago, I took my 3, 6, and 7 year old girls on a mama-and-me-date. The girls decided they wanted their nails painted. I thought the idea timely since the Reno winters aren’t very nice to mama’s feet (or heels). So we hopped in my husband’s pick-up truck and off we went.

We finally arrived at the local beauty salon. The pale pink bells strung over the knob began to jingle as we pushed the door open. Immediately, three sets of eyes were hypnotized by the mile long selection of finger-nail polish showcased along the wall.

They chose their version of glittery pinkalicious-ness and headed for the big chairs. Each girl rolled up her jeans, scooted back in a massage chair, and waited to be “bootified.” Scarlett, my three year old, turned to me and said, “Momma, I ‘yike’ this!” Isn’t it funny how improper English sounds so cute at that age?

I stared at the girls for a moment. Their legs barely dangled over the edge. They shifted forward and dipped their miniature toes in white capped waters. I watched as the “nail-polish” lady gently painted the tiny toe-nails that once kicked the inside of my belly.

How did we get here so fast? It seems like yesterday I bought booties for those same feet and breast pumps for well, you know.

The soapy waters began to crest the outer edges of the soakin’ tub. I found myself wondering if they knew how much they’ve taught me about myself, about the kind of mom I want to be. I wonder if they realize that even though painting nails is fun,

"Beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised,” (Proverbs 31:30 NIV).

31 Honor her for all that her hands have done, [not how well manicured her finger-nails are or how smooth her heels feel].

I want them to grow up knowing that honor comes from an inward beauty fueled by radical faith in their heavenly daddy. Honor that comes from how well those hands are serving in the name of Jesus, not how well groomed they might be.

As a parent, it’s my job to teach my baby-girls the way they should go (see Proverbs 22:6). And the way they “should go” is the only way I know....the way of my sweet Jesus.

It’s a way that doesn’t recognize outward beauty, but looks at the heart instead.

We climb back into the pick-up truck and head home. I feel my shirt tug at the sleeve and I peek over to see my three year old gazing up at me. “Momma,” she says intently. “I yike yeer make-up. It goes peeeerfect with yeer nails.”

Would You Pray for Me?

2011-05-05T10:12:00.000-07:00

My grandmother is nearing the end of her life. She's 88 years old and in the hospital, but under hospice care. They've given her hours - days to live and she is in pain, but unable to swallow to take the pain medication she needs. She's not real responsive, has not been eating for a few days now and as of yesterday her kidneys are failing. She's in Iowa and I have reservations to go tomorrow to visit her one last time.

Please pray...

...that I make it before she goes.

...that I am able to comfort her in some way.

...for me as I have to fly into Chicago and then drive 3 1/2 hours to Cedar Rapids because I'm nervous about doing it alone. (This from someone who used to travel for a living!)

...for my husband who is also traveling and will get home after I've already gone tomorrow.

And... rejoice with me, because soon she will reach out and clasp the hand of Jesus and go to her heavenly home!

THANK YOU dear friends :)

Much Love and Many Blessings,

Heidi

Am I Perfect Yet?

2011-05-04T06:00:00.000-07:00

I don't know about you, but too often I find myself tangled up... bound tight in my failures.

Not so much my mistakes from before I believed... I'm not proud of those things, but they don't consume me. Honestly, at the knowledge of His saving grace I readily drop my past at the foot of the cross and move on with Jesus and never go back.

It's the mis-steps and insufficiencies since becoming a Christian that trip me up. The thoughts of who I'm not and what things I have not yet overcome that distort my vision of me. It's the lingering sin... the issues that come and go and come yet again... these take me down.

I catch a glimpse in the mirror and wonder just what God will have to do with me... as if I might still shamefully wear the label "lost cause."

Satan loves this about me. I faithfully provide him a sea of opportunities to pollute my mind... to rock my security... to rob me of my worth and my joy.

I forget all to easily that I am new. I'm not talking about the new me from salvation. Beyond that, how I am being made new.... in active renewal status... sanctification... now and up until He comes for me.

When I stumble down this troubled, loathsome road I need only shift my eyes from me and onto Him to see the light again. He shines promise upon me...

"For by one offering He has perfected forever those who are being sanctified." Hebrews 10:14 KJV

That's me that verse is talking about and you... His offering has perfected us FOREVER as we move ahead in the unfolding of sanctification.

And I suddenly wonder, what's the rush? This need for perfection here in this place. Because I know it won't come here and if I just cling to this path that I muddle along, slow as it seems, then I remain fixed in His plan... right where He wants me.

I'm reminded of this song by Jason Gray, I know you've all heard it...

I love the last lines that say...

Forgiven Beloved

Hidden in Christ

Made in the image of the giver of life

Righteous and Holy

Reborn and Remade

Accepted and Worthy

This is our new name

This is who we are now...

I often awake to those words echoing about in the deep of my mind... they serenade hope and promise to my wondering heart. And that's what it's all about... remembering who I am in Him. Forgetting what I'm not to the World and refusing to give my flesh the lead. Then in the great exchange of my weakness for His strength I have super-natural power to handle Satan's attacks. I can check the sand for footprints and follow Paul... "forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead... heavenward" where I am not only made new... but my perfection is complete.

Fingerprint Path... It's a Dawna Day!

2011-05-03T06:00:00.000-07:00

Why do we fight who we are?

Why do we want to have other gifts, traits, looks, personalities?

Why do we want other people’s lives/ paths?

These questions came while watching a movie with my children one evening. They got into an argument because they were picking what character they were in the movie. No kidding, my middle daughter was mad because my oldest daughter had already chose the pretty, popular actress and she had to be the boring sidekick.

I’ll be honest, I got upset.

I did the mom thing and told them to stop and that neither of them were “her”, it’s a MOVIE girls! Besides that, what is wrong with being you? They gave me the exasperated scoff and turned back to the TV. I kept thinking about it, and it broke my heart to realize that they don’t think that who they are is “enough.”

It got me thinking…. what does God think when who he made is not “enough” for us?

Does it twist his heart to watch us struggle to be everyone but ourselves?

I believe we all struggle with finding ourselves, but looking back in my life, I admit to looking next to me more than I looked up for the answer. I would see the ballerina and fail miserably. I would see the “smart” girl and fall short. Everyone seemed to be someone I was not, which I thought was a bad thing.

I let Satan and society convince me that the person God made was “lesser and boring.”

I’m easy going... I should be strong, bold, and independent.

I’m nurturing... I should use my brain not my heart.

I’m domestic... My strengths should be outside the house.

I genuinely like to serve others... Not normal; I am supposed to want to be served.

I like to study and teach... I should have a higher goals, travel, and excitement.

We all have a journey, a personal maze made by God. A journey not only to finish but a journey to enjoy. I think of it as a racetrack. Gods Fingerprint made special for every individual. Only I can finish the race he has set before me with my unique combinations of qualities and I have found out when I try to jump track onto someone else’s journey I wreck! I look back and see His arm as my guardrail through life, always gently bumping me back on track.

You will now find me embracing what and who God has formed me to be. I am easy going-- so what, I stand up for things that matter! God knew I would need domestic qualities with six kids, a husband, four Dogs, and two Lizards.

Thank God, I am nurturing, like learning, teaching, and serving. For my journey, they are the perfect tools. I am learning to live life abundantly. I have learned to give it to Him.

Lord, I only desire to be who You see fit to make me. I am only able to be that which You molded me to be.

My prayer for you, is that you're able to honestly look in the mirror and praise God for the person staring back at you..
YOU are good enough!

Eucharisteo

2011-05-02T06:00:00.000-07:00

I’m sure you’ve heard of Ann Voskamp’s book One Thousand Gifts. Well, after seeing it everywhere and hearing about it from so many I finally decided to check it out for myself.

I’m so glad I did.

Right on the cover it says…

"A Dare to LIVE FULLY Right Where You Are.”

This alone is a challenge my heart leaps at the opportunity to discover.

The author has a beautiful and unique way of writing that draws me right into her world. But what has driven me to share this book with you today is her divine revelation on the term Eucharisteo.

She breaks it down like this…

The meaning of Eucharisteo is Thanksgiving.

The root word of Eucharisteo in the Greek is charis and means Grace.

The derivative of charis is the Greek word chara which means Joy.

Grace. Thanksgiving. Joy.

She delicately and beautifully defines them…

“A triplet of stars, a constellation in the black.”

“A threefold cord that might… offer a way up into the fullest life.”

A few pages later she describes it in such a way that I am affected deeply with a desire to experience eucharisteo for myself…

“At Eucharist, Christ breaks His heart to heal ours – Christ, the complete accomplishment of our salvation. And the miracle of eucharisteo never ends: thanksgiving is what precedes the miracle of that salvation being full y worked out in our lives. Thanksgiving – giving thanks in everything – is what prepares the way for salvation’s whole restoration. Our salvation in Christ is real, yet the completeness of that salvation is not fully realized in a life until the life realizes the need to give thanks… in everything.”

She goes on to say, “I would never experience the fullness of my salvation until I expressed the fullness of my thanks every day, and eucharisteo is the elemental to living the saved life.”

She’s right.

But how? How are we to really give thanks in every-thing? And I mean beyond the blanket prayer... "thank you God for all that you give."

The answer? Start somewhere. Anywhere. Just begin.

A friend of the author dares her to begin a list of gifts… one thousand gifts of gratitude to the Lord. And so she begins “naming” them as she calls it and as she does He changes her. She experiences real Grace, real Thanksgiving and real Joy.

I want that.

So I’ve decided to join her for multitudes on mondays, along with hundreds of other bloggers at A Holy Experience and begin “naming” my own list of one thousand gifts to the Lord.

His Grace covers me. I offer Him Thanks. And His Joy fills me...

1. sweet childhood memories: black, rubber tire swing… dark musky basement… creaky wooden rocking chair- with her in it: my grandma

2. watching her fly on eight wheels

3. freedom to watch them grow every moment of every day

4. doctors, medication, surgeries and recovery

5. husbands love despite me

6. bitter-sweetness of grandma anticipating heaven

7. little girls saying "yes" to Jesus

8. peace granted for midnight whispers of fear

9. warm hot tub on chilly Spring day

10. my depravity because it keeps me desperate for Him

I like "naming" my gifts… the things I might just let pass by without really acknowledging Him with gratitude in my heart. Ann Voskamp is not alone... I also smile and notice the Joy that putting pen to paper in Thanksgiving brings to my soul.

Ten down… only nine-hundred-ninety to go!

What are your thoughts on Eucharisteo?

Congrats Goodrich Family!

2011-05-01T13:24:00.000-07:00

Ben and Christa Goodrich dedicated their baby girl, Anna Faith today. I took some sweet pictures of them and wanted to share them with you!

Anna Faith

Remember When?

2011-04-29T08:07:00.000-07:00

Hey girls in our Frazzled Female Bible Study Group...Do y'all remember a couple of weeks ago when I did the string demonstration? Here is the clip I got that from. Francis Chan does it way better than I did!:)

A Photo Journal ~ What Brings YOU Joy

2011-04-27T22:02:00.000-07:00

This post is in response to Bonnie Gray's Faith Barista Jam on the topic of "What Brings YOU Joy?"

JOY ~ intense, ecstatic, or exultant happiness or pleasure. The Biblical Greek term from Paul's spiritual 'orchard' in Galatians is chara: joy, cheer, gladness, or celebration. Joy runs deeper than mere 'pleasure', is more enduring than mere 'fun', and is more intense and thrilling than mere 'happiness'. Especially in a spiritual context, joy runs deep into the core of us, and radiates throughout (see Spirit home.com).

For me, joy is…

…Walking down a stony path as fall leaves rustle and whirl with each hum of the wind.

…Watching your child place two crumpled one dollar bills in the offering plate as she whispers, “Mom, I want to give Jesus everything I have.”

…Experiencing the undeniable presence of the God of all comfort when the nurse fumbles over the words, “Your baby might not make it.”

…The sparkle behind my baby-girl’s eyes as she runs down the aisle, shakes the pastor’s hand, and says, “My bathing suit’s ready; I want to be baptized today!”

…Flipping on the bathroom light only to discover a Barbie marathon wrapped around the outskirts of my bathtub.

…Meeting a fellow Georgia girl who also lives in Reno; who prefers Coke over Pepsi, who delivers sweet tea and okra on my birthday, and who enjoys making crazy faces at the supper table.

…Snapping a picture of a puzzled potty training two-year-old with a kitten. Isn't it hard enough sittin' on that baby potty without the cat?

…Returning to the Drive Thru Wedding Window where my husband and I got married. Total wedding expenses: $25.00.

…Serving with godly women at conferences, homeless shelters, Bible studies, and wherever God leads.

…Driving three hours to meet author/speaker Lysa Terkeurst. And yes, the driving was joyful for two stay at home mamas.

...Girlfriends you can call anytime for anything.

…Matching Easter dresses.

...Being in ministry with awesome women.

…Wiggly teeth, children singing, slow-moving moments, sleep-overs, movie nights, true love smiles, back rubs, giggles to go around, three year old phrases…

Thank you God for all the sweet blessings you have given me. Thank you for all the godly women I have met while serving you. Thank you for reviving my heart when I was simply going through the motions. You are an awesome God!

Mama Knows Best

2011-04-26T06:10:00.000-07:00

As a mom, I feel desperate most of the time. Desperate for just the right tools to toss into my parenting toolbox. Different tools for different offenses. Different tools for tinkering around bad attitudes, lying, whining, leaving a mess, and acting disrespectfully.

I remember as a new mom, I read every book about parenting and discipline. Lisa Welchel wrote a book called “Creative Correction.” My personal copy is barely recognizable. It’s been earmarked, written in, and tagged with sticky notes. I thought if I read enough, somehow I’d be good enough.

I’ve listened to the best of advice.

“Breast-feeding is good; formula is bad;”

“Children should be potty-trained by age two;”

“Make sure you get on the pre-school waiting lists, they’re awfully long;”

“Don’t spank, time outs only.”

With all these “do’s” and “don’ts,” it’s amazing we mama’s know what to do and when to do it. No wonder our multi-taking, over-worked mama brains are on informational overload.

It’s confusing to a mom who just wants to get it right.

If we let him, God will re-direct our thoughts.

In the midst of highlighting line after line, page after page, God interrupted.

In the middle of pencil scribbles across the margins of the latest mom book, God re-directed. He spoke these words straight to my heart:

“There’s only one Book you should be reading. Stop listening to everyone else. You need to be right with me first. Then everything else will fall into place. Then, you will become the godly mom your children deserve.”

God didn’t create us to follow self help advice tucked inside well-meaning parenting toolboxes. We were made to follow Jesus. That's it.

“Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will,” (Romans 12:2 (NIV).

As believers, we aren’t supposed to respond like everybody else to life’s typical situations. Instead, we are to be transformed as God renews, replenishes, and redeems us~ as he molds us into the image of Christ.

I’ve never been more desperate for Jesus than I am right now. Being a wife, mom, and child of God humbles me. I am humbled by how much I don’t know and by how much I need Him.

How does this apply to the ordinary stay-at-home mom’s life?

Well, when we’re drowning in laundry, child-rearing, and errands, we cry out to God, “I can’t do this on my own; guide me, strengthen me, show me what to do.” As we do this, we loosen our grip on worldly tools for success and courageously embrace the words and ways of God, “Follow me and walk in my paths,” (Ps. 81:13, NLT).

Lord, help me to follow your ways and nobody else’s. I am desperate for you. I need more of you. Please guide me down your path of righteousness. Amen.

Embossed Jesus…….It's a Dawna Day!

2011-04-24T19:38:00.000-07:00

This Easter weekend, I found one word echoing in my head- raised, raised, raised.

I admit this year Easter felt rushed. It felt like another holiday filled with expectations and commitments. I longed to get close to Jesus; I longed to experience him on his glorious day. After hearing “raised” so many times, and although I knew the meaning, I found myself looking up the definition and it was the synonym that brought me into his presence.

Embossed. The free-dictionary clearly states that the synonym for “raised” is “embossed.”

You may think okay, “On the third day Jesus was embossed from the dead?” Yes, I believe he was.

Embossed ~ Provided with something to increase it’s beauty or distinguish.

When Jesus entered the room after being crucified, I bet his disciples would tell you he never looked so good.

Close your eyes for a moment. Can you see your savior just days after being burdened unto death, days after beatings and scourging, days after defeating death/Satan, just hours after being reunited with the father? Yes indeed, he would be embossed with the glow of God. The Glory of his love blinding, shining, imagine the big smile spread across his face lovely touching everyone, hugging them, kissing them knowing It is done, love will reign forever and ever.

Yes his beauty increased to immeasurable heights that glorious day. Was he distinguishable among men? Well I don’t have to answer that. My prayer for you dear sister is that you hear the words of Paul in Colossians 3:1... Since then, you have been raised with Christ.

Should we not walk into rooms with the same smile and glow about us, rejoicing? We are alive, ALIVE, we were dead and now alive, raised with Christ! I don’t know about you, but when I meditate on this fact I am instantly brought into his presence, giddy with excitement, in awe of his sacrifice, my praises soar, his love knows no bounds, eternity with Christ awaits.

Embossed YES! Raised Halleluiah!!!

Are We Too Casual About Easter?

2011-04-21T12:54:00.000-07:00

The service is too long. I can’t worship with that kind of music. The building is too cold. The church programs don’t suite me. I’m sure you know people in your church who focus on things such as these.

This Easter weekend we have the privilege to walk through the doors of our churches and worship the way we want to. We can tuck a Bible underneath our arm without wondering if the police are coming to arrest us. We can fall to our knees, lift our hands, and sing praises to God for all he has done without one ounce of persecution.

Lately, I’ve been thinking, “A little persecution in my life might not be such a bad thing.” It would cut off a large supply of comfort in which I’ve grown accustom to. It would knock the wind out of me leaving me breathless and gasping for Jesus.

Do you need the wind knocked out of you today?

What exactly are you concerned about this Easter Sunday?

What dress to wear, what food to fix, which service to attend?

Whatever you’re concerned about doesn’t mean anything unless your concern is in alignment with the cross. Our thoughts should be on the One who was tortured just for us. Our focus should be on a Savior who cried out to God on our behalf. Our hearts delight should be in knowing He is alive!

Sometimes We Get Too Casual About Our Worship.

No matter what you are worshipping today, God WILL be worshipped. The Bible talks about people who became too casual in their worship of God. In Malachi 1, God basically says, If you don’t want to worship me with everything you’ve got, don’t do me any favors.

It doesn’t matter if the room is too cold, you didn’t get your favorite parking spot, or you didn’t like the music, you should be able to worship God anywhere, anytime, and anyplace.

“He says, “Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth” Psalm 46:10 (New International Version).

This Easter let’s celebrate a God who says I WILL. I will be exalted. I will be worshipped. I will raise this temple on the third day. I will redeem you. No matter what is going on in your life right now, he WILL be exalted in it, through it, and because of it.

So when we’re dressed in our Sunday best and seated in a climate controlled room, instead of asking “Did I get anything out of my worship?” Maybe the question we should be asking is, “Did God get anything out of my worship?”

Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die," John 11:25-26(NIV).

This post is in response to Bonnie Gray's Faith Barista Thursday Jam...

GRACE, GRACE, GRACE

2011-04-20T19:36:00.000-07:00

God’s

Redemption

At

Christ’s

Expense

The word Grace is soothing. It’s easy on the ears. It’s a healing salve that spreads across a wounded heart.

It’s freely given ~ a gift that keeps on giving.

Grace breathes new life. It doesn’t keep a record of wrong. It promises never to look backwards.

It began on the gentle hill of Calvary’s mount where the lamb was sacrificed; His blood spilled.

For the believer, grace peacefully flows from the outer realms of heaven and pours into our wretched soul.

Grace waits for us. It longs for us. It waits to hear one small word… “yes.”

God's Grace…

Is bigger than all our sin;

Pardons;

It exceeds our guilt;

Given at Christ’s expense;

Swapped for our unrighteousness;

Humbles us;

Justifies us;

Gives confident hope;

Our strength comes from it;

Basis of our eternal hope; and

Grace is the foundation for forgiveness.

Grace is unmerited favor towards us. We are undeserving of it but we receive it anyway. We stand firm in it (see 1 Peter 5:12). It overflows to us, the saint; and saves us, the sinner (see Eph. 2:5-8).

It enables us to live worthy of the call (2 Thess. 1:11).

Grace is marvelous, infinite, and matchless!

What does God’s grace mean to you today?

“But whatever I am now, it is all because God poured out his special favor on me—and not without results. For I have worked harder than any of the other apostles; yet it was not I but God who was working through me by his grace,” (1 Cor. 15:10 NLT).

Are You A Woman of Hope?

2011-04-19T10:08:00.000-07:00

It’s more than a sprinkle. More than a splash from folded hands clapping against the water. More than a squirt of pool water sprayed between wiggly teeth.

The feeling I’m describing is more like swiveling off a concrete edge. Tippy toes curl over a cracked surface unsure of where they are going. Fingers twiddle, knees bend, and eyes focus on drifting water.

Suddenly, a crisp breeze pushes ripples across a watery reflection of a hopeful woman who slowly disappears. Images of hope and promise swirl in a blur as she becomes immersed in dense waters of disappointment.

When moments, such as these, wash up on the outer-banks of our hearts, we have two options to consider:

We can belly-flop into crushing waves of despondency; or

We can dog-paddle to the only source of hope we know. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus ~the only ledge of hope worth reaching for.

It seems harmless to sputter off the words, “I am disappointed,” but the reality is words like these provide fresh water to seedlings of discouragement waiting to sprout beneath the surface. Seeds of disappointment will ultimately shoot forth with buds of depression, discouragement, and despair. This will distract us from our faith…causing us to be focused on self rather than on God.

Have you ever known someone who said they were disappointed and then a few months later they were completely depressed? Their seed of disappointed grew into stalks of despair. Their spiritual growth stunted because of something that began as a simple distraction.

How do we stop the cycle? We Discipline Ourselves.

Discipline ~ means “training to ensure proper behavior.”

We can stop disappointment in its tracks by disciplining ourselves to stop, pause, and pray.

We stop ourselves from over-reacting;

We pause for logical thinking to rise above untamed emotions; and

We pray, pray, pray for the power of the Holy Spirit to get us through something we cannot do in our own strength.

It’s difficult. It’s a pull up your sleeves and dig in your heels kind of work.

But, when we seek God’s face and intervention in our lives,

We become…

Women of hope,

Women of faith, and

Women of trust.

We become a woman who places her trust, her confidence, and her hope firmly in the sovereignty of an Almighty God. A woman who’s willing to release her plans so she is available to receive his plans.

Placing our hope in Jesus is what motivates us to cling to him when tumultuous waters rise. We cling, we grab, and we reach for Jesus as if He were the only life vest on a sinking ship. Whatever, whenever, however, we just get to him and we hold on for dear life.

Remember hope floats; disappointment sinks.

When you begin sinking, will you reach for Him?

“And this hope will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love” Romans 5:5 (NLT).

Crosses and Losses

2011-04-18T13:23:00.000-07:00

You’ve heard the phrase… “crosses to bear.”

Got any?

You know-- little daily disappointments or huge past regrets that we just can’t seem to let go of. Decisions gone bad either by us or for us. Personal shortcomings, losses, disadvantages… physical, financial or emotional.

Yep, I’ve got some.

They infiltrate our hearts and minds as unwelcomed, uninvited guests… squatters… and we are powerless to evict them from the premises. They consume us with great deliberation… arousing any of the many negative emotions… discontentment, anger, pride and bitterness.

Relentlessly they follow us around, clouding our view of what is truly most important… our relationship with God.

Fact: We cannot truly know God when our hearts and souls are caught up in the crosses and losses of our lives.

Paul tells us

“But whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ. What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them rubbish, that I may gain Christ and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ—the righteousness that comes from God and is by faith. I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death.”

--Philippians 3: 7-10 NIV

J.I. Packer in his book “Knowing God” states…

“When Paul says he counts the things he lost rubbish, or dung (KJV), he means not merely that he does not think of them as having any value, but also that he does not live with them constantly on his mind: what normal person spends his time nostalgically dreaming of manure? Yet this, in effect, is what many of us do. It shows how little we have in the way of true knowledge of God.”

So, true.

First, to actually think that our losses are anything comparable to the “Cross” seems almost blasphemous to me. There is no loss that any one of us could experience that would hold a candle to what Christ endured on the cross for our sake.

Second, my losses are little and insignificant—nothing, compared to what I gain in Christ—everything.

So much time is spent thinking about all the “what-ifs in life.” We blame ourselves, others and even God for not having the life we dreamed… forgetting what we actually deserve: nothing.

Last, we have the choice to either dwell on what is lost over what is gained. And, what an important choice this is! We can only get so far in our journey of loving and knowing God if we make the wrong one.

I want freedom from the chains of losses to gain intimacy with God. When I look at it like this it’s an easy, no-questions-asked choice, right?!

Ah, but old habits do die hard. Habits like these are embedded into our flesh and they will never go away completely. However, if they are consistently managed they can be mortified... not in our strength of course, but by the Spirit within us.

J.I. Packer also poses the question…

“Can we say, simply, honestly, not because we feel that as evangelicals we ought to, but because it is a plain matter of fact, that we have known God, and that because we have known God the unpleasantness we have had, or the pleasantness we have not had, through being Christians does not matter to us?”

I can’t, but I want to.

M.O.M Takes a Spring Break!

2011-04-11T06:25:00.000-07:00

The Secret Giver

2011-04-07T08:28:00.000-07:00

A few weeks ago I wrote about a thoughtful “someone” who left Kelli and I sweet gift and a precious Word of encouragement. You can read about it here.

Well, today I am excited to share a story about another anonymous giver. A precious friend of mine has endured some financial struggles. I won’t get into the details, but I will say that they made the decision to downsize their possessions and their home.

I know this is hard for her.

I remember when they bought the home that they are leaving and how much she loved it. She thanked God for it, treasured it… she said it would satisfy her completely if her children spent all of their childhood there. I also remember that even then, she knew that God gives and He often takes away.

She has always carried that perspective about everything.

Though no doubt her heart aches some, I see her accepting whatever God has for her with open arms… even without some of the things that have made her life comfortable and without that treasured home. Through this I’ve witnessed joy in her eyes as she embarks on a new adventure… and it’s not that she’s hiding her true feelings… on the contrary; she possesses authentic God-given joy.

She inspires me.

Last week she anticipated a call to hear what they would need to pay to move into their new place. She and her husband were in prayer because they didn’t know how they were going to come up with the deposit.

Then the call came. The voice on the phone gave an amount that was even more than they had thought and her heart sank. However, the voice went on to explain… “someone” came by today and paid it all!

Anonymously.

Before she let the woman go she boldly asked her if she knew the Lord and told her that she has just witnessed Him at work!

My friend hung up and as the tears fell she lifted her hands and her heart up to God in overwhelming praise and thanksgiving for this undeserved gift.

Undeserved… yes. But, given anyway. Accepted humbly… and used mightily to glorify His Holy name.

She has no desire to find out who the secret giver is. She said… “not knowing who it’s from allows me to just give God the glory… to express my thanks to Him and only Him.”

It’s true, even for the giver, you know.

When we give we must confess that there is some small, quiet part within us that desires acknowledgement for our generosity. But, when we give in secret that urge for recognition mysteriously ceases to exist.

Just as the recipient of the anonymous gift lifts up her most heartfelt gratitude to the Lord, the secret giver gets her richest blessings from Him and not from man.

Jesus tells us…

“Watch out! Don’t do your good deeds publicly, to be admired by others, for you will lose the reward from your Father in heaven. When you give to someone in need, don’t do as the hypocrites do—blowing trumpets in the synagogues and streets to call attention to their acts of charity! I tell you the truth, they have received all the reward they will ever get. But when you give to someone in need, don’t let your left hand know what your right hand is doing. Give your gifts in private, and your Father, who sees everything, will reward you.” –Mathew 6:1-4 NLT

Have you experienced the sweet blessings that come from giving in secret? I confess it’s been awhile for me… I’m challenged to look for and grasp at the next opportunity He reveals to me. What about you?

Word Filled Wednesday!

2011-04-06T05:00:00.000-07:00

"And I heard a loud voice from the throne, saying, "Behold, the tabernacle of God is among men, and He will dwell among them, and they shall be His people, and God Himself will be among them, and He will wipe away every tear from their eyes; and there will no longer be any death; there will no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain; the first things have passed away." And He who sits on the throne said, "Behold, I am making all things new " And He said, "Write, for these words are faithful and true." Then He said to me, "It is done I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end I will give to the one who thirsts from the spring of the water of life without cost. "He who overcomes will inherit these things, and I will be his God and he will be My son." Revelation 21:3-7 NASB

As Spring ushers in new life all around us I am reminded of the promise of our new life in Him on the day that He returns. On that day He will dwell among us, brush away our every tear and make us new in a way that we that we can not even come close to imagining... what a glorious and marvelous day that will be.

I can hardly wait, you?

Happy Word Filled Wednesday!

Spring is in the Air!

2011-04-04T05:00:00.000-07:00

For more than three years now I’ve dealt with Chronic Sinusitis. I carry tissues with me everywhere because I am stuffy, runny and sneezy all of the time. This also makes me super susceptible to colds and sinus infections which require antibiotics. In addition to all of this I do not sleep well.

And I L.O.V.E. my sleep!

For the first couple of years I thought it was allergies and I treated it as such… until I went in for testing. After nearly 90 pokes and scratches and a chunk of money I found out that I’m not allergic to anything. A quick CT scan uncovered the actual nature of my problem in my sinuses and its ugly… really ugly.

Last month my doctor put me on Prednisone to see if it would help my condition. And, it did. My sinuses cleared up a lot and I could even smell things again. The last time I was able to smell anything was in September of last year. I became more rested and it was wonderful.

But, there was a trade-off.

The high dose of Prednisone affected my stomach and my head. I became grumpy and over-emotional. I gained weight. My face puffed up and as I neared the end of the prescription my face broke out terribly with acne. I didn’t have acne like this when I was a teenager!

After I completed the full dose of steroids I went for new CT scan to see if the swelling in my sinuses had reduced. And it had, but not nearly enough. My doctor said the best thing for me was to have surgery and right away. So, two weeks ago this last Friday that’s what I did.

It took me longer than I thought to recover. My nasal passages are still healing and I’m back to not sleeping well again, but I know it’s a process and things will gradually get better.

I tell you all of this because I have found myself in a bit of a rut.

Between the effects of the medication and the surgery I feel like I’ve slipped into a dark cave. My quiet time has suffered. And my desire to write has waned. I feel lonely and disconnected from God.

But, this weekend I noticed some transforming things…

The morning light seeping in from beneath the shutters of my bedroom windows a little earlier.

Slender, bright green grasses pushing their way up through the dull earthy ground reaching for the sun.

White, flowery puffs of beauty blooming on our plumb tree sending the promise of sweet summer fruit.

And the air gradually warming, luring me into short-sleeved shirts and flip-flops.

Spring is in the air!

As all of God’s scenery begins to come alive again I also notice an awakening in my heart. My dark cave is opening up and as I peer out into the blue sky I sense Him faithfully drawing me out. And just as the blooming flower unfolds to the warm sunshine I also respond to His irresistible call.

How lovely are the changing seasons of nature and even more so, the changing seasons in our lives. The moving away from something old and perhaps dark into something full with new life and refreshed in Him.

“To everything there is a season, and a time to

every purpose under the heaven.”

Ecclesiastes 3:1 KJV

God-Sized Lessons and a Vandalized Car

2011-03-31T06:20:00.000-07:00

Last week my girls and I went to see Gnomeo and Juliet. May I tell you my favorite part? The best part of the movie is when David Hasselhoff’s head bobbles across the computer as a screen saver. I’m cracking up right now thinking about it.

Anyway, I digress.

As we left the theater, our giggling was interrupted by a horrific sight in the parking lot. Our car, baby-seat and all, had been vandalized… fractured windows, shattered glass, and crushed doors. To make things worse, there were broken beer bottles and used cigarettes scattered across cracked pavement.

The scene looked like a big ol’ mess.

I felt like a big ol’ mess as I stood there in disbelief.

I felt weak.

I felt victimized.

I got a little stressed. I cried a little. I wanted to cuss and spit on something. My face flushed into a new shade of red and my eyes flared-up with anger. Out of all the cars in the parking lot, why mine?

Put down the violins y’all, because this is more than just a sob story. The point of rehashing my Friday afternoon mayhem isn’t to wallow in it, but to share two important lessons God taught me in the middle of it.

Needless to say, the ride home was nippy. Gushes of blazing, snowy wind whirled through the gaping holes in our car. My daughter Samantha said with a crackle in her throat, “I think we should pray for whoever did this because they don’t have Jesus in their heart.”

I felt the sting of failure pinch my heart. While that sweet “thang” in the backseat was speaking over high winds about mercy, her Mama had justice and revenge on her mind.

Pray for them... right now? Are you kidding?

God-Sized Lesson Number One

Instead of entertaining thoughts of stringing up the offender, I needed to rush to the throne of grace and beg for strength beyond what I could muster.

My thoughts mingled in a blur, “I don’t want to pay for someone else’s crime.” Right then Jesus interrupted me. He spoke truth directly to my heart, “That is exactly what I did for you. I paid the price for something you did.”

God-Sized Lesson Number Two

My daughter’s desire to pray for the offender flooded my mind and rung out my soul like a wet dishcloth.

My grumbling heart paused.

My thoughts redirected.

The unsettled bones in my body came to rest. Even though in that moment I didn’t feel like praying, I joined hands with my baby girls anyway.

What a great time to practice…

"Love your enemies. Let them bring out the best in you, not the worst. When someone gives you a hard time, respond with the energies of prayer for that person,” Luke 6:27-28 (The Message).

When We Get Disappointed

2011-03-30T06:39:00.000-07:00

“But, I want to be in the talent show, mom,” my 1st grader whimpered. She wanted to sing in the talent show with a friend who suddenly developed cold feet.

As the cold air began singing around her, a solitary tear of grief welled up in the corner of her eye. All of the sudden, the dam broke and a flood of disappointment coursed down her six year old face. As I watched her, my eyes screamed out for justice. Then a soft voice echoed through the hallway of my mind, “You remember what it’s like to be disappointed, don’t you?”

Disappointment is a feeling of sadness or frustration because something was not as good, attractive, or satisfactory as expected.

God designed us to live in anticipation and expectation of Him. He created us to be goal-seekers and plan-makers. When we project a specific outcome, we live in expectation of seeing it come to fruition. Seeing our hopes and dreams realized.

“Unrelenting disappointment leaves you heartsick, but a sudden good break can turn life around,” Proverbs 13:12, (MSG).

Has your heart ever been sick with disappointment?

My casserole tasted like rubber at the dinner party.

That relationship didn’t work out the way I thought it would.

The sting of disappointment hurts. We long for God to apply the healing salve that will take the pain away forever.

Just because we are followers of Jesus doesn’t mean we are immune to disappointment.

When things don’t go our way, we have a tendency to gripe and complain to anyone who will listen. We say with finger-snapping punctuation, “Oh, unh-unh, it wasn’t supposed to be this way.” Seemingly, this only stirs the pot and keeps a steady boil bubbling in our hearts.

God listens.

God’s a good listener. He doesn’t mind hearing all about our complaints. He prefers we go to him first, not our best girlfriend or even our mama. Why not go straight to the One who can actually do something about our circumstances.

God doesn’t turn his back.

God didn’t turn his back or roll his eyes as the Psalmist sang in frustration over their disappointments. He listened to each poetic account of hurt and heartbreak. This resulted in God’s glorification even in the midst of their personal turmoil. In the end, they were the recipients of God’s best and greatest blessings.

When expectation and disappointment collide, there is only one thing to do.

Get to Jesus.

Get there without delay.

Don’t pause to look around.

Get to Him.

He will dislodge the hurt and bitterness that threatens divine intimacy with him. He will prune away limbs of disappointment before they overshadow God’s Fruit of the Spirit in our lives.

So what do we do the next time our soul dips low from aches of disappointment?

High-tail-it to Jesus and abide in the truth of Psalm 22:5 that says: when we get to Jesus we will “NOT be disappointed.”

Is God the Lord Over Your Details?

2011-03-28T20:36:00.000-07:00

Our Ministry at South Reno Baptist Church hosted international speaker Jan Coates a couple of weeks ago. When God qualified me to join him in ministry, I never imagined events, speakers, how to operate microphones, what to do when microphones stop working, and speaking in front of people--would be part of it.

As women, it’s easy to become tangled in a web of details. The ‘to-do’s’, ‘what to do’s’, and ‘how-to do’s’ rattle through our minds like roaring engines out of control. Do the decorations look nice? How does the food taste? Is the coffee too strong?

But God’s divine whisper tenderly reminds us that it’s all about Him and not about the decorations, speakers, or food.

There’s nothing like witnessing the undeniable movement of an Almighty God during fellowship time together. Even if just one person turns back a new page in their love story with Jesus, it’s worth it. It’s worth over planning and last minute errands to see leaks of tears streaming down the faces of women desiring to become more.

Is My Frazzled Self Measuring Up?

But behind every big event you’ll find at least one or two frazzled females. As I scribbled check marks down the list I began asking myself, “When stress bullies its way through the door of opportunity will I live up to God’s standard of peace, patience, and self-control? Will I wrap my arms around the feet of Jesus when I feel myself buckling under the pressure of last minute details?

Will I let God down if I don’t measure up?

The other day on Lysa Terkeurt’s blog she mentioned something her pastor said about letting God down.

"How can you let God down when you were never holding him up?”

I love a great quote, don’t you?

Here’s another one.

My pastor said, “If we sin on the right foot, then we need to confess on the left foot.” So, when I erupt like a volcano because I’m struggling to manage myself, the Holy Spirit will gently remind me to say “Lord, I’m sorry. Please forgive me so I can start fresh.”

So as we step forward with the left foot of confession, we are able to experience God’s immeasurable mercy and grace. After all, he is the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, (see 2 Corinthians 1:3).

I felt a brief yet sweet sensation brush over my soul that was undoubtedly God’s voice. He said,

Do you really know I am your mercy behind everything you do?

Your grace behind every mistake you make? And

Your comfort when things don’t go according to plan?

Do you really know that I don’t want your heart to be troubled (see John 14:1)?

As floods of emotion saturated my cheek, I replied, “Yes Lord, I know you are all those things." Sometimes I just need to be reminded. Thank you for pausing today in the midst of all your creation just for me. Thank you for the revelation that every detail of my day needs to be committed to you. Please be the Lord over my details today and every day. Amen.

Ini, Mini, Miney, Moe, It's A Dawna Day...

2011-03-27T17:25:00.000-07:00

“Therefore, be careful how you walk, not as unwise men but as wise, making the most of your time, because the days are evil,” Ephesians 5:15-16.

Are we spending our time wisely?

I wish there were warning labels on our favorite pass times such as TV, music, and reading. Detailed labels like the ones on prescription drug bottles. I’ll let you decide which of the following examples you would choose.

Example #1 “BAD” Movie

People viewing this movie may have a higher risk of falling prey to lust, anger, gossip, envy, pride, greed, or unhappiness than people who do not watch this movie. Thoughts of feeling fat, ugly, dumb, unsuccessful, and inadequate have been reported. These events may happen without warning and may cause death. If you experience any of the above symptoms, get emergency spiritual help right away.

Movies such as these may cause guilt, depression, impure thoughts, and a hardened heart. The risk may be higher for people who are young in age, have poor mental health, do not know the Lord, or are under the influence while watching inappropriate movies. If you experience thoughts of adultery, revenge, jealousy, hatred, and or feel just plain lost, stop watching and fall on your knees: Satan will monitor your symptoms carefully and will probably celebrate. In addition, the Evil One may try to test your body's response to sin. Be sure to tell God how you feel so He can administer the right amounts of grace and guidance to treat your condition with the lowest risk of serious side effects.

Do not watch the movie carefully and ask your church or godly friends if you have any questions.

Example #2 Holy Bible

People who read God’s word may have a higher sense of purpose, love, and understanding than people who do not read this book. This risk may be higher for people who have read the Word for many years. Tell God if you or anyone in your family needs forgiveness, believes Jesus died for you, and/or wishes to commit a sinful life to him.

If you experience a sudden urge for salvation and baptism, get emergency spiritual help right away. Many gifts have been reported which include but are not limited to the following: Prophesy, Healing, Evangelism, Service, Exhortation, Tongues, and the overall lightness lifted from ones shoulders. These events may happen without warning and through Jesus may cause eternal life.

Matthew, Luke, John, and books such as these may cause us to experience Forgiveness, Elation, Dedication, Faith, Encouragement, Wisdom, Compassion, Conviction, and Rebirth. Also, tell God if you make or have ever made mistakes or have sinned at anytime in your life. If you experience any of the following symptoms, continue reading and praise Jesus: Renewed relationships, Love, Peace, Joy, Gentleness, Kindness, Self-control, Patience, Courage, and Faithfulness.

The Lord will monitor the pulse of your heart carefully and will probably order certain tests to check your response to his Word. Be sure to tell God how you feel so He can prescribe the right amount of encouragement to treat your concern for the highest chance of side effects. Read the information carefully and ask God or your pastor if you have any questions.

Which would you choose?

How Do You Experience Emotional Rest?

2011-03-23T20:51:00.000-07:00

This blog is in response to Bonnie Gray's topic on emotional rest. Well, Bonnie how do you like my Faith Barista mug??

I could approach “emotional rest” with a serious tone, but I’m pretty sure I’ve posted my share of heavy weighted topics for the week.

I could spill the dramatic contents of my heart all over this page.

I could wrap a crazy stay-at-home mom story around an important biblical truth.

I could go all theological on y’all right now.

But…

I’ve decided to peel back the layers of sass and get right to the nitty-gritty.

What gives me emotional rest?

My best de-frazzling solution for emotions bubbling out of control is a hot bath overflowing with lavender salts and sudsy soaps. But my emotional rest retreat wouldn’t be complete without my Ipad propped up against the tile wall playing re-runs of Francis Chan’s greatest sermon bites. I know that may sound a little stalker-ish but seriously, that’s what I do.

So, when I re-emerge back into life after my bubble-bath getaway, I don’t feel like strangling anyone. I say things like, “That’s nice hunny. Oh, you spilled chocolate milk on the carpet again? Well, I’ll just clean that right up. Oh look, another load of laundry? I'd better start folding.”

No attitude. No crooked smile. Just a rejuvenated soul ready take on what everybody else is dishing out.

So the moral of this story is ~ When mama is clean, comfy, and calm, everybody else gets their emotional rest too!

So it's your turn... what gives you emotional rest?

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Be Imitators of Christ, Not Each Other...

2011-03-22T20:55:00.000-07:00

"Let Nothing Dim the Light that Shines From Within"

How often do you compare yourself to other people?

The Bible says we are to be imitators of Christ, NOT each other. Therefore, our ambition should be to imitate Christ and nobody else!

“Imitate God, therefore, in everything you do, because you are his dear children” Ephesians 5:1 (NLT).

We are to imitate Christ in everything we do. We are to be like Jesus and talk like Jesus while we’re shopping, sweating, or serving. Why? Because we are his baby girls and he wants our actions, our thoughts, and our words to be reflective of him.

Happy WFW!

This post was written in response to WFW at Internet Cafe Devotions

Comparing Ourselves to Other Women

2011-03-22T06:27:00.000-07:00

Remember when I said I wasn’t going to work out?

Well, a good friend of mine introduced me to a new workout called “The Dailey Method.” There are only two words to describe it—“really hard!”

Anyway, I literally got all tangled up and bent out of shape last week while in class. As I gazed around the room in a breathless pant, I noticed everyone was toned and tiny. Apparently, it’s not a good idea to come to this place needing to lose weight. Women twice my age were doing leg squats better than me. Some of these ladies bless their hearts, actually need to visit McDonald’s drive thru a couple times a week like I do.

It appears they all have this mom thing figured out. Their kids in the daycare room don’t have syrupy hair from breakfast. They drive a Lexus and probably don’t have hamburger buns stuffed between the seats. They have their make-up on and hair in place (that is until the death trap of a work-out begins).

Satan quickly plants seeds of untruths in my mind.

I’m tempted.

Jesus girl thoughts get shoved aside by the ugly thoughts moving in. I begin thinking, “If only I could do better. If only my legs were longer. If only I looked as good as she does while doing leg lifts.”

Is it just me or have y’all had similar thoughts?

How often do you compare yourself to other women?

The Bible says we are to be imitators of Christ, NOT each other. Therefore, our ambition should be to imitate Christ…not the girl with buns of steel standing beside us glistening instead of sweating.

“Imitate God, therefore, in everything you do, because you are his dear children” Ephesians 5:1 (NLT).

We are to imitate Christ in everything we do. We are to be like Jesus and talk like Jesus while we’re shopping, sweating, or serving. Why? Because we are his baby girls and he wants our actions, our thoughts, and our words to be reflective of him.

Just like the Dailey Method workout is really hard, sometimes it’s hard being a Jesus girl. Imitating Christ and striving to become a P31 woman is down-right hard, especially if you are like me. I can barely sew an Awana patch on my kid’s vest. I don’t usually cook from scratch. I actually love Stouffer lasagna night so I’m not expected to cook. But wait a second…now that I’m thinking about it, I do order my bacon and ham from Tennessee so that counts as bringing my food from afar, right?

So the next time we’re tempted to believe the worst about ourselves, let’s remember that 1Thessalonians 1:6 says imitating Christ won’t be easy. It’s something we strive for. It’s something we can’t do on our own. To be successful, we must be intentional about drawing near to our heavenly daddy so we can become more like him and nobody else.

Save That Drama for Your Mama

2011-03-20T16:46:00.000-07:00

Whew, what a crazy weekend. We diagnosed the problem of a toilet that wouldn’t stop running, I removed a hairball from the hose on my vacuum, and our girls hosted their first slumber party. Having five girls in the house was a hoot. Tears, tattling, and tantrums…yep that about sums it up.

After the Barbie marathon began and being the only males in a house dripping with estrogen, my husband and our dog Biscuit retreated to their man cave hide-out. Who could blame them?

Lots of second grader drama, four hours of sleep, and a whole lot of junk food later…

Stick a fork in ‘cause this mama is done.

Once the partying came to an end, I began organizing piles of lacy dress-up clothes and dismembered Barbies. Peeking out from underneath a pink, polka doted sleeping bag was my three year olds favorite ladybug nightlight. Unfortunately, the starry light had been switched into the “on” position all night. I sat on the edge of a flowery bed-spread wondering about the dimness of the ladybug. Her simple beauty still noticeable, but her light was only sort-of bright.

Oh sweet sisters, I feel this way a lot-- switched to the “on” position way too long, running on empty, worn thin, pressed on every side, and ready to hide.

Just like the nightlight, Jesus is a light shining in and through us.

I wonder, Is my light shining brightly for Jesus or am I a little on the dull side?

Is my weariness contributing to the loss of brightness I’m experiencing?

If my light is only kind of bright, then perhaps I’m only kind of following Jesus.

Paul says in Ephesians 3:14-19, the Holy Spirit gives us an inner strength so we can know the love of Christ that surpasses all knowledge.

“I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, 17 so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, 18 may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, 19 and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.”

When we’re “rooted and established” in Christ’s multi-dimensional love for us, our light will shine its absolute brightest. We will never grow dim or dull…

even after an all night sleep over.

Like Paul told the Ephesians, if we really understood the love of Christ, we wouldn’t care about all this other stuff. In my case, I wouldn’t be so distracted by clogged drains or pizza stains.

When we’re consumed by the fullness of God’s love our light beams like the ladybug when I put in new batteries.

It’s what makes us stand out when it’s easier to blend in.

It’s what keeps us pursuing hard after Jesus instead of pursuing other stuff.

It’s the faith fuel that keeps us going when that extra mile looks too hard.

When we truly understand the length, height, and depth of Christ’s love for us, then we will be “filled to the measure” and ready to shine.

Are you feeling bright, kind of bright, or dull today?

Satan's Hackers by, Dawna

2011-03-17T05:00:00.000-07:00

You can feel them creeping up on you in the darkness, hiding in the shadows preying on you while you are all alone. Sometimes it is in broad daylight, people surround you when they appear out of nowhere. They are evil, they haunt, they whisper, they entice, and they destroy!

The Bonds of Wickedness, they are cleverly disguised experts, Hackers of the Mind!

"Then you shall call, and the LORD will answer; you shall cry, and he will say, ‘Here I am." IF you take away the yoke from your midst, the pointing of the finger,

and speaking wickedness"

Isaiah 58:9

Did you see that great big IF? Pointing of the finger huh? Speaking wickedness huh? No, not us good Christian girls. Oh, ladies beware he prowls like a lion and he really likes the way we taste!

Be honest... when was the last time you pointed a finger at someone in judgment?

I did just this morning.

When was the last time you spoke wickedness?

I did while I was pointing my finger.

The little devils are quick to enter your mind, and without Gods word and Holy Spirit chances are you would not even know you did/said something wrong.

What do they look like? Well, Bonds of wickedness come in a variety of ways; Slander, Malice, Gossip, Anger, Jealousy, Unforgiveness, and lying just to name a few.

Wow, with that list how can a girl break free from the yoke? We need a good weapon, in fact a great sword. God’s word can pierce every one of Satan’s lies. Think of it as a firewall that does not let the wickedness take root in our spirit.

For an example, I will use this morning when I was attacked by ugliness. I woke up opened my blinds to see my neighbors teenage daughter bounce out of their front door, wearing nothing but tiny shorts and bra/bikini top. She walked around her yard then rummaged around in her car, and at first, I thought burr, then Satan snuck in and I said, wow what a little tramp. Instantly I pointed a finger at a young girl I hardly know, and judged her character.

Suddenly I could see Jesus drawing a line in the dirt... He that is without sin among you, let him cast a stone at her. Only it was not to protect me this time, I was the one holding a stone. I came to my senses and asked for forgiveness. I then asked God to bless her in many ways and began to think that maybe God put her in my view this morning because she needed blessings.

SO, the next time you are attacked, pull out your sword, and make all the demons run. In doing so that Yoke is broke, and if you listen very carefully, you will hear “Here I am.”

The Sweetest Encouragement

2011-03-16T05:00:00.000-07:00

Over the last year Kelli and I have worked to plan a speaking event for the women at our church and the women in the drug and alcohol program at the Reno Sparks Gospel Mission. We flew in National Speaker and Author Jan Coates from Texas to speak to us this past weekend. Friday night she spoke to the ladies at our church and Saturday night she spoke to the program women. It was a success and huge blessing to many.

I confess it's a lot of work planning an event. This isn't our first time, but it's really the same every time. You do as much planning as you can ahead of time, but it's in that last week that things really start to come together.

Tickets are sold-out. Last minute details unfold. The loose ends flip-flap around needing a quick tie up. Shopping lists are made which require... stop after stop after stop with children in tow for this or that. Then there's decorating, food preparing, people organizing... and anxiety woven all throughout.

Yes, I know... it's all about God. That's true of course, He's the primary focus, but when you're the ones that He calls to put it all together stress moves in and stretches itself uncomfortably across your mind and body.

I compared planning an event to having a baby... once it's over you think, "I don't know if I want to do that again!" But, then a day or two passes, you forget all the pain and are left to enjoy the blessings of it all and you think, "Yes, I believe I will do that again!"

I'm sharing all of this with you because someone sweet thought to encourage us. Someone unknown. And, we're so grateful.

At the end of Friday evening I became painfully aware of my throbbing feet. I stood most of the evening in high heel shoes... which I rarely wear anymore. I stared at my cute black footwear and thoughtfully considered the condition of my toenails before finally reaching down to remove them anyway. A few moments later I notice Kelli in her bare feet too and I smile.

As we quickly cleaned up the last of our mess a friend brings us two bottles of Raspberries and Cream shampoo, shower gel and bubble bath with our names on them. She said they were left for us and didn't know by who...

You can see that I have already enjoyed mine quite a lot :) But, as much as I love the yummy body wash it wasn't what encouraged and refreshed my soul... it was the note...

In case you can't read it well it says:

Heidi Avery, You are desired and loved by your Beloved. Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. --Galatians 6:9

The sweetest encouragement.

From someone unknown.

I admit there's a part of me that would love to know who it's from and it's the great big hugging part of me! But, then there's another part of me that because I don't know who she is I am able to simply accept that gift from God who knew exactly what I needed to hear. And, I am certain that Miss lovely and anonymous has found her blessing just by being His hands and feet.

Oh, I could do some prodding and likely figure out who "she" is and I thought about it, but I wouldn't want to steal her joy. So, I'll just leave it.

But, Kelli and I are both hoping that she'll see this and know just how special she is and just how very grateful we are.

Thank you precious friend from the bottom of our hearts!

Enemy Puzzle by, Dawna

2011-03-15T05:00:00.000-07:00

I have made a discovery: people who earnestly seek Gods word really enjoy reading the Bible. They are all smiles and very encouraged, that is until they come to Mathew 5:43-44 (The love your enemy’s verse). I think very few of us read that and say... “Piece of cake, you can count on me God!” At first I read it at least three times waiting for it to sink in and my spirit to take over with happiness and thanksgiving….it never came!

I prayed for conviction and revelation. What he gave me was a piece to a puzzle...

Never take your own vengeance, beloved,

but leave room for the wrath of God, for it is written,

"Vengeance is Mine, I will repay says the Lord."

Romans 12:19

There in the stillness a vision I am familiar with came to mind; a long line of hungry kids; a lunch line that always seemed to have a kid that tried to cut in line. Ah, I see the Lord is kindly asking to be first in line, and who wouldn’t let God go first?

Ok God, I can do that. In fact, I want to do that, but how do I do that when I come face to face with my enemy? The solution was the final piece of the puzzle. Romans 12:20 tells us to feed our enemy if he is hungry and give him a drink if he is thirsty.

Ok Lord, so if I’m getting this right, you want me to love, feed and give drink to this person that is perhaps rude, arrogant, selfish, prideful, dishonest, rebellious, etc... after a few minutes of silence the pieces to the “Love your Enemy Puzzle” came together.

It is quite simple really… He is asking us to baby-sit.

Maybe I need to elaborate … we are to watch over His children, He is asking that we love them, feed them, give them drink and if they act up, He will punish them when He picks them up. That got me to thinking about my “enemies” and I suddenly wanted to warn them, help them before dad comes and they are in deep trouble!

I have put this in practice and let me say that babysitting for God pays very well, no veins popping out, no heart palpitations, it feels much better knowing I just obeyed God, and gave Him what is rightfully His... The judgment seat.

Oh, one more thing if it makes you feel better... Romans 20:20 says by doing these things... feeding, giving drink (being nice) to them you will heap burning coals on their head! They really hate it when you are nice to them, just saying :)

Word Filled Wednesday!

2011-03-09T00:00:00.000-08:00

I asked for strength… God gave me difficulties to make me strong.

I asked for wisdom… God gave me problems to learn to solve.

I asked for prosperity … God gave me a brain and a brawn to work.

I asked for courage… God gave me dangers to overcome.

I asked for patience… God placed me in situations where I was forced to wait.

I asked for love… God gave me troubled people to help.

I asked for favors… God gave me opportunities.

I received nothing I wanted… and everything I needed!

-- Author Unknown