Monday, November 29, 2010

I love me some Holidays!

After last week I feel pretty drained. Not because I hosted thanksgiving, It's just a lot of stuff crammed in a few days. So today I am recounting all that happened. It's definitely a bullet points post.
  • Our dog gave birth to 2 puppies 1 week early. One was born dead. After a night of tube feeding the other tiny 2 oz puppy her mother decided she looked so tasty she would just lick her a little extra vigorously until alas she looked so yummy mommy thought she could just eat her up....and so she did. Much to her human family's displeasure, which resulted in a tremendous amount of name calling of our family pet along with a Big NAUGHTY beside her name for Santa!
  • Got to hear my guy preach. That was a treat!
  • We were the first to arrive on the scene of an accident...which is always scary. And to top it off it was an officer who was the driver.
  • We celebrated Thanksgiving with our small group. What a wonderful bunch of friends!We had great food, great laughs and great games.
  • Needed to make the bread, cinnamon rolls, brown sugar tapioca and pumpkin cheese cake and an ice cream dessert....Check.
  • We had movie night which included the movies Toy Story 3 and Romona and Beazus. Which was so delightful I think I shall buy it.
  • We celebrated Thanksgiving at my Sister's house. What a wonderful feast! Which always includes lots of laughs especially as we played Pictaphanary. My brother Jerry was cracking me up!
  • We brought home 3 cousins and left 3 there overnight. We got the little girls...giggles, whispering and a 1:30 creep down the stairs to get a little midnight snack party.
  • At 3 am I finally got up because I couldn't sleep anyway and headed out to do my shopping. It always happens like this...I leave my warm bed and head out to my cold van. I feel a strange mixture of excitement and dread all balled up into one. I leave my country home headed into town telling myself as I see not one house light on or one car on the road that this is the year! The year that everyone has overslept and I will be the only one who remembered it's black Friday. As I get into town I see a few more cars but I can handle a couple overachievers. And then as I get on to the 4 lane the cars are multiplying and I realize they are all headed in the same direction I am. As I turn to pull into my favorite shopping plaza cars are packed all the way out to the road and the lines are wrapping around the store. YIKES!!! And sadness reigns as I realize I will have to be extra patient and say a lot more excuse me's than I am accustomed to doing at 3:30 in the morning!
  • I got home at 8:00....locked my door and crawled under the covers. J would handle the pancakes and the delivery of the girlies.
  • 12:30 I would wake up and get ready for my brother and sister in law to arrive anytime. They live in Ohio and we are always so excited to have their family come. At bedtime we have 3 more small people in the house who are excitedly getting floor beds made and telling jokes.
  • Saturday. It's Micah's birthday and so we have a big breakfast and give him his gift that he has been wanting. By lunch all company has been hugged and kissed goodbye and we are alone. So I can bake a second birthday cake since I had forgotten the first one in the oven and baked it for an hour.
  • We get our tree and Christmas decorations up. And head out for the 5:45 showing of Secretariat. Awesome movie! Loved it both times I saw it! We grab some pizza and come home to play a game of Scum. J and I are in a heated competition for which all my smack talk never really cames to fruition and I remained just a commoner through the entire game! Stink!
  • My kids are really getting quite good! Sophie always exclaimed about her best hand ever and J always told us he had the worst one yet.
  • Sunday we went to church and had an excellent message about The 5 loaves and 2 fish. Then we met my sister and her husband and 2 boys for Mexican...Where we celebrated Micah...again. The waitresses came out to sing...but he had just left for the restroom. So I sent them to the men's room...not really....I stopped them on the second stanza and asked them to come back in 5.
  • Sunday afternoon and evening we sat around and re cooped. Hoping this week would be a little less eventful.....

I am exhausted! But it was well worth it!

My heart is full! And so is my belly!

I just love these days!

So very much to be thankful for!

Thursday, November 25, 2010


I grew up in a home where my parents drove separately to church. My dad was the preacher and often he would need to be at church earlier then my mother. At least that was the reason in part. My mom had 5 children that she needed to attend to plus she always had Sunday lunch to prepare.

In our church there was much chatter after a service. These days it seems like many places of worship have several services, so people are leaving quickly to make room for the next group to enter.

But us?…we just lingered.
For the children that meant that we had time to play in the basement corners or in the fellowship hall, where the curtains hung. We would sneak in the bathrooms and pull pranks on the unsuspecting adults. Or giggle as we told secrets up in the balcony.

But when it came time to go I always wanted to go with the parent who was leaving last. That way it didn’t cut into my shenanigan time. The only problem was sometimes my parents would think I had left with the other…this was before the days of cell phones…so they would naturally assume I was with the other one. Or so they told me. I choose to believe it.

And there I would stand waiting at the door. I still remember the frame of the window I peered through.
The custodian would make a call from the church phone to our home letting them know I was there. I watched for our vehicle in anticipation that my ride would soon be arriving. My imagination would go wild as I wondered if the rapture had happened and the custodian and I were the only two that hadn’t been taken.

Through the years I have felt left behind. When my friends were getting married first or when I didn’t get invited to an event I felt I should have. Sometimes I wondered if I had been forgotten.

Have you ever felt forgotten?

Like no one remembers you?

Do you Know Jesus felt that way?
When he was hanging on the cross he called to his Father in heaven.
“Eloi Eloi, lama, sabachthani?” Which means, “My God, why have you forsaken me?”

Some scholars believe that Jesus was fulfilling the prophecy by repeating Psalm 22. And even though they are a lot smarter than I am I think that’s incorrect.

I think Jesus felt forgotten.

I believe that for a moment he felt like everyone, including his Father had turned away.
And he felt alone.
I believe it stung.

But we know that in the end, He was not forgotten.
Because the grave is empty.

And I know that we too, are not forgotten..
For the same power that raised Christ resides in each person who trusts in him.

It’s Thanksgiving, and maybe you feel alone.

Even in a crowded room

But know this…

You are not.

There is one who knows every single strand of hair that remains on your head.
He knows you and loves you.

And if you ask him he will come and make his home with you.
He will never leave or forsake any of his children.
And that is a promise that makes me feel Thankful on this Thanksgiving Day.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

I'm fine!

How are you?

Fine how are you?

The words pop out of my mouth so quickly I wonder if I have a condition.

I feel robotic and conditioned to speak these words.
I even say them at the grocery store to the meat counter lady.

Fine... How are you?

I recognize it's our culture. The way we greet each other.

But often in repeating this, we lie.

Sometimes I stop and think... No, I'm not really fine, but I've got nothing.
I can't say it.

I won't.

And so I smile...


While I don't advocate running around making everyone my shrink I think something else may be better to say when I'm not okay.

Why can't we say we aren't ok?

We got troubles. And that's the truth. We all do. And we all know it. But to speak it seems...well...weak.

How about taking off the mask for one day?
Sharing the pain with one person.

Let's start with God.
After all..
He Is our Father.
And yet, we try to fool him.
Like somehow he doesn't know.
We try to "brace ourselves" and be joyful.
But some days its just not there.
The joy has gone a-wall and we are left with broken dreams and promises.
Maybe we don't even know why we feel upset.
So we press on.. masking.
But the problem doesn't go away.
It haunts us. We feel it lurking there in the shadows.
And while we push it down it starts to leak out our shoes, and then our fingers, and finally our eyeballs.

Until we finally face it.
We are real people, and God knows our frame.
He knows the pinpoint issue that makes us feel like we are crazy.

A person who gets mad, and sad, and cries, or laughs at the wrong time. A real soul who blushes out of embarrassment when imperfect or finds it hard to hold the tongue when their buttons are pushed. A person who can't get over the grief that life has handed them, or is angry because of past hurts. A heart that has been hardened because of bitter roots. Or tender because of present pain.

David was one of those people.

He has many different voices...but I never hear him say, "I'm fine".

In fact his book is full of many colorful sounds..
Laments, and Praise, Anger and Surrender. Laughter and Pain. Joy and Weeping. Hope and defeat. Fear and Trust.

In order to live lives that are real and fully free we must be willing to speak truth to our maker.
Not disrespect.
But truth.
What do you need to say to him?

What is it that is stinkin up your house?

This is what the Psalmist said...
Psalm 77 (The Message)

Psalm 77
An Asaph Psalm
1 I yell out to my God, I yell with all my might, I yell at the top of my lungs. He listens.

2-6 I found myself in trouble and went looking for my Lord;
my life was an open wound that wouldn't heal.
When friends said, "Everything will turn out all right,"
I didn't believe a word they said.
I remember God—and shake my head.
I bow my head—then wring my hands.
I'm awake all night—not a wink of sleep;
I can't even say what's bothering me.
I go over the days one by one,
I ponder the years gone by.
I strum my lute all through the night,
wondering how to get my life together.

7-10 Will the Lord walk off and leave us for good?
Will he never smile again?
Is his love worn threadbare?
Has his salvation promise burned out?
Has God forgotten his manners?
Has he angrily stalked off and left us?
"Just my luck," I said. "The High God goes out of business
just the moment I need him."

11-12 Once again I'll go over what God has done,
lay out on the table the ancient wonders;
I'll ponder all the things you've accomplished,
and give a long, loving look at your acts.

13-15 O God! Your way is holy!
No god is great like God!
You're the God who makes things happen;
you showed everyone what you can do—
You pulled your people out of the worst kind of trouble,
rescued the children of Jacob and Joseph.

Or we can hear David's cry in this...

Psalm 64
A David Psalm
1 Listen and help, O God. I'm reduced to a whine
And a whimper, obsessed
with feelings of doomsday

Almost every single time he cries out or speaks of trouble he ends up with recounting the faithfulness of God. It's like he's reminding himself that although there is mourning today...Joy will come.

God will be the victor.

One of the passages I love is Psalm 116...
Here it is from the message.
Psalm 116:1-19 (The Message)

Psalm 116

I love God because he listened to me, listened as I begged for mercy.
He listened so intently
as I laid out my case before him.
Death stared me in the face,
hell was hard on my heels.
Up against it, I didn't know which way to turn;
then I called out to God for help:
"Please, God!" I cried out.
"Save my life!"
God is gracious—it is he who makes things right,
our most compassionate God.
God takes the side of the helpless;
when I was at the end of my rope, he saved me.

7-8 I said to myself, "Relax and rest.
God has showered you with blessings.
Soul, you've been rescued from death;
Eye, you've been rescued from tears;
And you, Foot, were kept from stumbling."

9-11 I'm striding in the presence of God,
alive in the land of the living!
I stayed faithful, though bedeviled,
and despite a ton of bad luck,
Despite giving up on the human race,
saying, "They're all liars and cheats."

12-19 What can I give back to God
for the blessings he's poured out on me?
I'll lift high the cup of salvation—a toast to God!
I'll pray in the name of God;
I'll complete what I promised God I'd do,
and I'll do it together with his people.
When they arrive at the gates of death,
God welcomes those who love him.
Oh, God, here I am, your servant,
your faithful servant: set me free for your service!
I'm ready to offer the thanksgiving sacrifice
and pray in the name of God.
I'll complete what I promised God I'd do,
and I'll do it in company with his people,
In the place of worship, in God's house,
in Jerusalem, God's city.

I'm not always fine.

But I am free.

Real Joy.
Real Pain.
Real me.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Oakley...The tree

There was once a young tree named Oakley. Oakley arrived on the first day of spring into the yard of a young couple called Mr and Mrs. Wise. They had purchased him from a nearby tree farm and planted him the same day.

The first morning of his arrival Oakley was set gently into the hole that was dug by Mr. Wise. After he was firmly placed into the correct upright position Mr. Wise gave him a long bath along with some food. And then Mr Wise said.. “Oakley, I am hoping for many good years together. You will grow old with us. Our children will climb your branches. Your arms will grow and you will give us shade in the summer and bring beauty all year long. But I must tell you that we have difficult winters here and you will have to be strong and hearty in order to survive.”

Oakley loved his new yard and that first summer he watched as children played around his feet and birds occasionally sat in his branches and sang their bird songs.

As summer turned to Autumn Oakley grew a little puzzled as his leaves started to change colors. They were beautiful but it concerned him that something was wrong. Was he going to die? What was happening to the lush green leaves that he used to produce?

And soon the winds started to howl and they begin to make Oakley very nervous. He was losing his leaves one by one. He started to panic as they disappeared altogether. But Mr. & Mrs. Wise didn’t seem to care at all! In fact they just got out a rake and swept up what he had shed. He was full of fear.

And then it came, that first big storm. Oakley's branches were trembling and shaking uncontrollably. He had no idea that this was what living off of the tree farm would be like. There he was protected and nurtured and today he was praying that it wouldn’t be his last day standing. The winds whipped him this way and that. He would bend one way and then the other. But by night the magnificent wind had passed and all that remained was white. His arms felt nice and warm as the snow piled higher and higher. When he woke up the next morning he felt as if his arms had fallen asleep. The flakes had continued through the night until it felt as if his branches would snap. But as the sun came out slowly all the white melted and Oakley could breathe once again.

And then he felt it…there was this pull beneath him. It felt like something was groaning and churning and his legs seemed just a bit stronger. It was something he had never experienced before, but somehow it felt right and good.

Mr Wise came out and looked Oakley over. He said, “You did well Oakley, you survived your first big storm. This is the first of many. Oakley, storms are what make you strong. You will find that your roots will grow deeper as you face storms. You see that pathetic looking tree over there? That’s Willow and she has lived across the street for the past 5 years. She is watered and coddled and caressed daily. She has ropes that tie her down. See that blanket that covers her? Her owners think that’s the only way to keep her alive. But Oakley the truth is, if you can’t survive this storm without my help you will never be ready for the mighty storms of January. You must have this in order to survive that. This morning you are stronger then you were yesterday, and I have this hope for you, by spring you will have grown deeper and stronger which will make your branches reach higher and further."

Oakley survived the January winds and the March tornadoes. Every once and again he would look over at Willow with a twinge of envy as she waved in her little feathery way. She still had ties that helped her stand. Her leaves were looking a little more pale this year but it seemed she had escaped the brutality of the storms.

As the years past Oakley grew strong as his roots grew deeper. Every so often Mr. Wise would give Oakley a pep talk and encourage him. As he matured, the children who used to play around his feet could now climb his branches. How he loved when they played their games in his arms. He would beam as he heard them read stories under his shade. And he would accommodate his singing feathered friends in the bend of his elbow as they built their nests and started their families.

Sometimes Oakley would sadly look over at the place his friend Willow used to grow. She had been absent for many years but still he missed her. He wondered why she was never able to flourish with all the care she had been given. He questioned why he had grown strong while she had withered and died.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~by Rosyrose

For he shall be like a tree planted by the waters that spreads out its roots by the river; and it shall not see and fear when heat comes; but its leaf shall be green. It shall not be anxious and full of care in the year of drought, nor shall it cease yielding fruit Jer. 17:8

The winds of winter will come and beat us up. But if we allow ourselves to root deep in those times we will be like the tree planted by the water that spreads out its roots.

I have often prayed that we would be blessed and protected. That God would keep my children from harm and sadness. But truly, we like Oakley, need the storms in order to root deeper and become established.

Our wise Father know this and that is why he allows the storms to rage and winds to blow for a season.

We need storms in order to be the trees of Righteousness we were meant to be.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

I got questions...

I have found one of the best times to talk turkey with my kids is while we are driving.
Not as in Thanksgiving Turkey or The country... but topics that can range anywhere from biting nails, to playground character, upcoming events, friend issues, hair style, Faith questions, or other delicate matters.

My younger son is one of the most expressive young boys you may meet. He is a compassionate soul that thinks deep thoughts and often has a quick response to any question posed to him.
He often cracks me up without trying to do so.

I like it!

Several weeks ago I got brave and asked him a couple of questions....
"tell me one thing I do well....and one thing you would like to see me improve on".

He thought for only a second and said, "well I like that you admit when your wrong and ask me to forgive you....but the second one, I'll need to get back with you on that..."
It took him only another minute.
"Well, I hate to say this but sometimes when you get tired you can be grumpy".
Me..."yes, I'm sorry for that. I will try to do better".
He..."but don't worry about it, it's not often".
I love that he was trying to protect his Mommy's feelings.

I like to ask them questions to stay engaged.
Sometimes I just don't know what to ask...
Do you ever feel that way?

I ran across this list of questions and thought I needed to copy it down, so that in my spare minutes, on the way to school,or the store, or before bed, I can shoot a new question to them.

Here they are...

23 Great Questions to Ask Your Children

By Sharon Jaynes

1. What do you think heaven looks like?

2. What does Dad do at work?

3. Who is a person you know that seems the most Christ-like?

4. What do you think your wife (husband) will be like?

5. If you were going to spend one year on a desert island and could only take three things with you, what would they be?

6. Who is your favorite aunt or uncle and why do you like him or her so much?

7. What sounds and smells do you think Joseph and Mary experienced in the stable on Christmas night?

8. What is the nicest thing I ever did for you?

9. When is a time that I hurt your feelings?

10. When is a time that you were really mad at me?

11. If people followed the Golden Rule, think of all the things we wouldn’t need. Can you make a list?

12. If you could be in a movie that you’ve already seen, which one would it be? Would you be a character that is already in the movie, or would you be one that you would add?

13. How is love different for a Christian couple than it is in the movies?

14. What is the difference between being smart and being wise?

15. What is your favorite outfit?

16. What is the hardest part about being (fill in your child’s age)?

17. What has been your favorite childhood memory?

18. When you pray, how do you picture God?

19. What is your favorite Bible verse? Why do you like it?

20. If you could be an animal for a day, which one would you be?

21. If you could go in a time machine, what era in history would you like to visit?

22. What person in history would you like to visit?

23. What is the most important decision you will ever make?

© Revive Our Hearts. Sharon Jaynes. Used with permission by Moody Publishers

I think I might try a couple of these this week.
I may get some pretty colorful answers.
And better yet, I will connect with them, getting inside thier noggin for just a minute.

Do you have some good questions you ask your kids?

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Fear Factor

2 Timothy 1:7 (Amplified Bible)
7For God did not give us a spirit of timidity (of cowardice, of craven and cringing and fawning fear), but [He has given us a spirit] of power and of love and of calm and well-balanced mind and discipline and self-control.

Fear is a nasty creature.

It creeps up like a thief, robbing us of peace and joy.

Sometimes it comes out of the blue in the middle of a sunny day.

And sometimes it comes when you are dreading an upcoming appointment or event.

But mostly, it comes to me in the night, when I wake in that cold sweat with a pounding heart and racing mind. It likes to whisper ugly things in my ear… It laughs at me as I skip the rest of my sleep.

It tells me things are going to turn out horribly wrong and that I am a failure as a wife and mom.

It tells me that I have no friends.

It makes me question if I will always be enough for my husband.

It smirks at me as it suggests the spot on my back may be something to get alarmed about or that my child may end up troubled.
It taunts me saying.. what if work doesn’t pick up and perhaps one day you may be without food for the table or shelter for your family? Sometimes it takes my mind down the path of death and the sorrow of planning a funeral.

It is not my friend.

But Sometimes I listen to it.

I hate it when I do. My stomach knots up and I feel miserable as I process the messages.

And then I realize that I have fallen prey to the enemy.

Because these negative thoughts take up my thinking space and rob me of a life of joy and peace and contentment.

The thing is…
God says his mercies are new EVERY day.


When I fear tomorrow’s trouble I am not living under today’s grace.

That unkind enemy seeks my sanity. And I can only combat him with one thing.

Only through the power of the Spirit and the transformed thinking he brings can we overcome the nasty trickery and lies.

To counteract the onslaught we must choose to turn off the messages and replace it with the truth.

We must choose to invest our time filling our thoughts with messages of life and blessing, of hope and healing, Grace and Peace, life and provision.

Remembering that God has been faithful through the ages and He will not be taking a break from his faithful job anytime, ever.

Romans 8:38-39 (New International Version)
38 For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,[a] neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, 39 neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

It comes down to this for me…

Is he worth my trust?

While I say yes, if I choose to dwell in the realm of fear, I am actually telling him no.

So maybe..

We can live in the grace that he provides for today, And let tomorrow take care of itself.


We can fully give ourselves into his keeping.


It's the only way to live a life fully uninhibited and free.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Haggai part 2

Here’s a weekend update before I get to the last part of Haggai…
We had an extra day with the kids this weekend. It was wonderful but still didn’t last long enough.:(
I just love when we get to veg out with them…and then go on bike rides

and laugh at their funny ways.
My main man had a birthday yesterday as well. So we celebrated him good and proper!
He built a fire and we ate stew, apple salad and homemade bread as we sat by the fire. It was cozy and so sweet as our children spontaneously started telling him what they love about him. We have done this tradition for years and it was so neat to see my oldest son start the praise fest about his father. They love him cause he works hard and plays games and loves them and teaches them how to do handy jobs and that he doesn’t just let them “rot” in front of the TV. 

I told him and will say it again… After a year like we have had I am more grateful than ever for the strength of his character . For the man that I have seen him become. He is a strong Oak.
And I am thankful to partner in ministry with him!

Now on to Haggai…
In Haggai Chapter 2 the people have been working but God is coming along side them giving them a little pep talk.
He tells the leaders “Be Strong”. (Or courageous) I am with you.
And then He says to the people.. “Be strong and work. For I am with you”.
He encourages them saying “I did not forget my covenant, my Spirit is among you…Do not fear”.
The former temple was so beautiful how could they ever make it that way again?
And Solomon was very gifted, the wisest man that ever lived.
How in the world could they restore the temple to the same grandeur?
How does that apply to us?

Do you ever feel like a shadow?
Like a no name.
Or a wanna be?
When we focus on other people, their talents and gifting, the ones who appear to have received the big box at the gift receiving ceremony … you know.. the one we wonder if we missed the invite to?
It is tempting to look at our own little square box and feel disappointed.
Maybe our own pride prohibits us from using that seemingly tiny gift.
We justify our actions by saying…
Someone else could do it better.
Nobody will notice my contribution.
Or maybe..
If I offer my gift, it may be rejected. ..And what will I do with that?
God says…
I do notice.

And even if someone may appear to have a larger gift, your gift if given fully is exactly what I require of you.
He never rejects a gift that is given completely and honestly.
The passage says.. “ The desired of all nations will come and fill this temple with glory. And it will be much greater than the former”.
While this is a prophecy of Jesus coming it can also be applied to us today.

The application we can make is this:

We each have a temple. He calls our bodies his temple.
God tells us that he cannot bless a life of halfhearted living.
We must give him everything.
Make him the priority.
Giving our gift big or small.
When we invite him into our temples he cleans up the stench, he wipes clean the past and he makes Himself glorious through us.
And it is far more glorious then it was before.

So it doesn’t really matter what gift we have been given.
If he chose to give us a little gift then we better be faithful to use it.

Because’s not about the temples glory….
It’s about His.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Haggai part 1

I have been hanging out in the back half of the old testament.

The book of Haggai is 2 chapters long.

But it has some amazing principles that I have been gathering up.

It’s a plea for Gods people who were brought out of captivity to rebuild the temple.

2 This is what the LORD Almighty says: “These people say, ‘The time has not yet come to rebuild the LORD’s house.’”
3 Then the word of the LORD came through the prophet Haggai: 4 “Is it a time for you yourselves to be living in your paneled houses, while this house remains a ruin?”

5 Now this is what the LORD Almighty says: “Give careful thought to your ways. 6 You have planted much, but harvested little. You eat, but never have enough. You drink, but never have your fill. You put on clothes, but are not warm. You earn wages, only to put them in a purse with holes in it.”

They had forgotten what their real duty was.

What they had been called to.
The labor had become difficult so they chose to chase after other things.

As my commentary says, “there is a proneness in us to think wrongly of discouragements in our duty as if they were a discharge from our duty, when they are only for the trial of courage and faith.”
We, for the lack of courage, decide if it gets too hard we must be dismissed from the assignment we had previously been very sure of.

We begin to chase things that seem manageable and perhaps safe.

These people were intending to build the Lord’s house…
Just not quite yet.
They were going to get a couple other things done first.

How often do I miss God’s important assignments because I'm waiting on the perfect moment?
Waiting until I am better prepared.
Waiting because I am discouraged with the overwhelming task that lays before me.

And the Lord is saying,
When I give you an assignment I will equip you with what you need to complete it.
Don’t give me your second best. Don’t make other things more important. I cannot bless half efforts. Don’t give up on the building process. I have not dismissed you yet.”

At the end of chapter 1 the people realize their sin and return…

12Then Zerubbabel son of Shealtiel and Joshua son of Jehozadak, the high priest, with all the remnant of the people [who had returned from captivity], listened to and obeyed the voice of the Lord their God [not vaguely or partly, but completely, according to] the words of Haggai the prophet, since the Lord their God had sent him, and the people [reverently] feared and [worshipfully] turned to the Lord.
13Then Haggai, the Lord's messenger, spoke the Lord's message to the people saying, I am with you, says the Lord.

True to his form Our God always Convicts, Corrects and Forgives.

Not only does he forgive them but he says
“I am with you”.

And if God is on our side who can stop us?
What could we accomplish if we believed this in the deep regions of our being…
God will be with us wherever we go.
Whatever the assignment we face.
Wherever he has called us to serve.
However long it takes to get the job done.
When we get on board with God’s purposes He will reveal himself in ways that

Blow. Us. Away!

He is the same God today as he was yesterday, and that promise remains for us today...


Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Thought you should be the first to know...

Well you know this site I was telling you about last week?

Well they are full of fun surprises!
Yes I think I like these gals!

Because this week they sent me another email telling me they are planning to feature me in an upcoming post.

And they sent me this fancy dancy button to paste on my blog so you would know where to find it.

I just think I'm kind of a horse and pony show over here...
But it's very nice of them to let me come play on their big blog over there.

I started this blog to record stuff for my kids to have when I am long gone. And now it's kind of metamorphosed into I don't know what but I am just a girl who likes to write and when I write I usually feel better. And I like to think that maybe somewhere out there someone is reading this and has been encouraged by some verse or word, or laughed for the first time today, or cried because they feel exactly as I sometimes do...broken or worn out.

So back to Incourage...You can go browse around and see a lot of really neat gals who have a lot of thought provoking things to say.

I'll let you know when they let me know what date it will be published.

And by the way...
Thanks so much for your sweet words. I have met some of you in random places, some through your own blogs and emails... and others I know well. I do really love you all so very much! Even if it's a cyber kind of love.:)

Truth...It's become a negative word.

Every morning I try to read a devotional with the kids before we go our separate ways for the day. It was something that I've been sporadic at over the years...we used to be more consistent at doing it at bedtime but with our hectic schedules and weird hours my older kids are starting to keep...How wild that I kiss my oldest good night and then I go to bed and she takes the dog out one last time before she comes up several hours later! When did that happen?
I yi yi!
Back to morning yes, I have been reading a little book of devotionals to them along with a scripture verse. Several weeks ago as I start to read I realize this particular lesson is dealing with appropriate touches and inappropriate touches....I personally thought it was kind of a stretch from the story to the application but the authors point was to apply it to how God wants us to keep our bodies pure and for him alone. I'm not gonna lie..I skipped a couple words and phrases and didn't ask any questions about their understanding of it.

It's just not what we were looking for in an early morning discussion with kids ranging from 7 - 15.

At the end of prayer my son said...Wow! That was a weird devotions! What does that have to do with the Bible.
Me: Yes that was a little different but it is true that we are God's first and want to be pure in his sight.
He gives us principles to live by so we can better live our lives.
Son: I think some things in the Bible aren't important to know.
Me: Like?
Son: Names! Who cares about all those names!
Me: Well the names help us see where people came from and where they fit into history. They help us get a better picture for what that particular book is talking about. It gives us fulfilment of prophecy, like what line Jesus came from.
Son: Well did you know that Jesus wasn't actually born from the line of David...cause Joseph is from that line and he didn't have anything to do with Jesus.
Me: Good point!
But notice that they recorded family names by men. So Jesus came through that line...

Those guys...they keep me on my toes! Sometimes freshman hops in and gives her opinion...which is usually spot on.

Someday soon they will be on their own...
So the questions that continues to run through my head is...
Have I done enough to prepare them for what they may face in their lifetime?
Will they embrace my faith as their own?
I pray that they will have a love for Jesus that will not grow cold as Revelation tells us many will do.

These past couple of years I have become increasingly alarmed at the state in which The Church Of Jesus is ready to simply discount The entirety of scripture as being God Breathed... only because it doesn't make sense to intelligent minds.

Along with my children we are being given these messages every single day.
We are told that it isn't so much about Truth as the journey to truth.
It isn't so much about figuring out what God wants us to know... so much as the conversation.
We are told we shouldn't be so black and white...that real spirituality lies in the gray.

I feel Like I am fighting for their very souls.

One of my running statements I repeat to them is this:
"We always start from the premise that the Bible is TRUTH. If we don't understand it we DON'T twist what the scripture tells us. We must realize that we simply lack understanding. So let's pray for wisdom that God can only bring, so we will accept the Truth".

We never start reading with the intention of proving our own agenda. But rather, What does He want to reveal through his Word. We must know his Word Inside out. We must read and re-read it. More than ever before we need to know and live TRUTH!

Today I ask that your Word would be proclaimed as Truth. Save your people. The ones whom you have called and chosen. Turn your face to us and soften hearts that have grown cold and cynical.
You alone can save! Open the eyes of the blind.You alone can bring illumination to our minds. Your Word says that you are purifying your Bride. May we be found faithful as we stand boldly for Truth and holiness. As we lift up your Word may many come to know and Reverence you.
You are the Soon and Coming King and we fall down before you claiming you Jesus Of Nazareth, Lord Of All!
Your forgiveness is overwhelming to me.
As you have shown mercy so let me show mercy.
Break my heart for what breaks yours!
May you receive all Honor and Glory and Praise Forever and Ever!

Monday, November 8, 2010

Not too big, Not too small... Just Right

The children worked long and hard on their little cardboard shack. It was to be a special spot….
A clubhouse
Where they could meet together,
And have fun.
Since a clubhouse has to have rules, they came up with three:

Nobody act big

Nobody act small

Everybody act medium.

Isn’t that great?! I don’t know where that story originated but I think it makes a lot of sense!

Everybody act medium.

It’s a concept that seems undervalued in our world.

Is this not where all selfishness really lies?

I have an important position so therefore I must be important.
Or I feel like a failure so I could never make a difference if I tried.

Very opposite opinions of oneself but they have something in common…
both are self focused.

For people who feel too big…

Learning that titles are really not that important.
Recognizing our position before almighty God.
We are just ordinary people who fall down and get up.
A life of preferring each other.
Listening to another’s needs without making sure ours are met.
Admitting we are imperfect and acknowledging that in our weakness sometimes we cause pain.
We apologize and ask for forgiveness when we realize we have wronged another.
Giving of ourselves as servant leaders.
Asking the question…
What can I do for you…no strings attached…
Instead of
What will you do for me?

For people who feel too small…

Recognizing we have value and worth because of who we belong to.
Learning to live beyond our circumstance.
Making time each day to thank God for all he has given us…Name it.
Not envying another position or calling but living out the call we have been given…even if it’s wiping snotty noses or cleaning toilets.
While not pretending life isn’t hard…don’t play the victim either.
Giving to someone else. Giving, no matter how big or small changes something in us.

Luke 14
7 When Jesus noticed that all who had come to the dinner were trying to sit in the seats of honor near the head of the table, he gave them this advice: 8 “When you are invited to a wedding feast, don’t sit in the seat of honor. What if someone who is more distinguished than you has also been invited? 9 The host will come and say, ‘Give this person your seat.’ Then you will be embarrassed, and you will have to take whatever seat is left at the foot of the table!
10 “Instead, take the lowest place at the foot of the table. Then when your host sees you, he will come and say, ‘Friend, we have a better place for you!’ Then you will be honored in front of all the other guests. 11 For those who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will be exalted.”
12 Then he turned to his host. “When you put on a luncheon or a banquet,” he said, “don’t invite your friends, brothers, relatives, and rich neighbors, For they will invite you back, and that will be your only reward. 13 Instead, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, and the blind. 14 Then at the resurrection of the righteous, God will reward you for inviting those who could not repay you.”

Just a little bit of medium living…
In a me driven world.

How about if we give our attention to someone who does deserve to be exalted above the rest?
Taking time to consider shifting the focus from Me
To Him
and then You.

How about it…

Not too big

Not too small


Just right.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Cinnamon Rolls

When I married J one of the things I discovered was his mothers gift of making cinnamon rolls.
Everyone loved them. She was kind of "known" for her cinnamon rolls. She always seemed to have an abundance of them. And when we visited that's what her kids always expected. I asked her a number of times to show me how she made them so I could continue her legacy. But she never could quite show me her recipe...because she was one of those bakers that baked by feel...She could tell by texture if it was right. Which I didn't get at first but now know exactly what she meant.
As she aged one of the first things we noticed was less and less of her rolls. Until finally the last number of years there were none.
We missed them.
Today, I am going to teach you a recipe that I started making this year and love.
If you don't like step by step instructions you can scroll down to the end where the recipe is.

Beat eggs and sugar together in large bowl.
add Salt.

Dissolve yeast in warm water.
I buy my yeast in bulk and keep it in the freezer.

This is what it should look like when mixed with warm water..Bubbly...

Add butter to hot, scalded milk and set aside until warm.

Add milk to big bowl of eggs,salt, and yeast mixture.

Add your flour and mix until well mixed.

Now for texture....

The dough should be a little sticky. Take the dough out of mixing bowl and put in a large fix n mix... cover with towel and let rise until double in size. I don't like to add more flour while I roll out unless I half to. The more flour used the more the rolls will be dry and flavorless. This is a trick I like to do for quick clean up. I put half of my dough on my large cutting board and roll out. Spread butter, brown sugar and cinnamon on dough. (nuts are yummy too)

Roll that up...

And cut off dough into same size pieces. (notice the color? This is the second batch and they got a little more cinnamon on the outside. This will make your rolls a little darker but it gives them a little more flavor. If you don't want them this dark just clean up your cinnamon off of the surface before you roll.)

Repeat with remaining dough.

Then put the rolls into a pan. Press tops down so they are all the same size.

Let rise for about 30 minutes...heat oven to 350 while they rise. I lightly press the tops down one more they bake even.

Bake at 350 for 20 -25 minutes depending on size of pan.

When they are toasty brown pull them out of the oven and cool for a few minutes.

Now about the frosting....

Sorry it had to be done! O My!

Welcome to gooey yumminess!

A little party in your mouth.

I have NO IDEA why that roll is missing.

Just in time for the holiday's you can bake up some homemade goodness for all those teachers, neighbors and friends.

So there you go my friends.

Have a wonderful weekend!

Here is the full recipe.

  • 3 Tbsp yeast
  • 1/2 cup warm water
  • 3 cups milk, scalded
  • 1 cup butter
  • 5 eggs
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 2 tsp. salt
  • 11 -12 bakers flour

Dissolve yeast in warm water. Add butter to hot, scalded milk and set aside until lukewarm.

Beat eggs and sugar together in large bowl. Add salt, yeast mixture and milk mixture. Add flour a few cups at a time. Let rise until double in size.

Roll out half the dough, brush with butter and sprinkle with cinnamon and brown sugar. Roll up and slice off rolls; Repeat. let rolls rise again. Bake at 350 for 20-25 minutes. Cool slightly and frost.

Brown sugar Frosting:

  • 1/2 C butter
  • 1 C. brown sugar
  • 1/3 C milk
  • 2 -3 C powder sugar

Melt butter. Add brown sugar and milk. Heat just enough to dissolve sugar. Set aside until cool. Do not stir while cooling. Add powdered sugar.

2010 Family Photos

We spent several evenings last week taking our family pictures.

It was so coooolddd the first night.

I think a couple of us actually got sick over it. (frown)

Family pictures are always just a teeny bit stressful....
Finding clothes that fit and match and then keeping them clean...getting everyone to smile at the right time... and please, please do not blink. Breaking up arguments and keeping everyones hair nice for 10 minutes. You get the idea right?

Don't tell anyone but I think they are kind of fun!

Cause we had to hold that pose while our photographer...Malaina took the picture.

The love of my best friend and man I adore!

My little chicklets

They are a hoot.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

La dee da!!!


I "happened" upon a site 2 weeks ago.


They "happened" to be giving away 12 tickets to a Conference where my fav's are going to be speaking at.

Beth Moore and Kay Arthur along with Pricilla Shirer.

I decided to enter.


I don't really know what all that means but they picked me!

I Can't believe it!

Now Jason thinks he should go along but I don't know if they'll let him in??? ;)

These days I keep hearing my Father whisper...

"I am about to do something new".

And I think he is doing just that!

I am so excited to go hear what these anointed women have to say!!

Can you tell?

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

A time to Worship?

I have led the music in church for years which we often reference as the "worship time".

This tends to be an area where Christians judge one another.
Identifying a congregation’s spiritual temperature by what types of songs are sung and how long they do it.
Is it a Charismatic church or do they sing 3 hymns and sit down?

There are lots of different ways to do the music. And many people have lots of ideas how to do the music.

I have certain preferences myself.

As a leader, I remember at one time in my life it was somewhat frustrating to think of trying to please everyone… so they would like me.

About 5 years ago I attended a 5 day conference on worship leading, writing music, and vocal training.
It was a huge time of growth for me.

The thing I took away from that Conference was this…

You need to love the people you lead.

It changed everything for me.

The reason it was so transforming was because my thoughts changed from what will make people like me
how can I show love to this group of individuals as a vessel for Christ.

It changed my view of planning a service.

It no longer was about my favorites

but partnering with God and asking…

what will move this group into the presence of Jesus?

Now lots of other things go into planning a service like themes, and flow, sound, visual, and practice.

But the heart of the matter is that no matter where we minister
our first thought should always be

How can I show love to the people I minister to?

Jesus has something to say about our worship to him.
"It's who you are and the way you live that count before God. Your worship must engage your spirit in the pursuit of truth. That's the kind of people the Father is out looking for: those who are simply and honestly themselves before him in their worship. God is sheer being itself—Spirit. Those who worship him must do it out of their very being, their spirits, their true selves, in adoration." John 4.

Often people will say since they aren’t always Saints they would just be acting fraudulent if they pretend to be worshiping.

So they rarely bring up the subject of God, Don’t pray, and Don’t have any emotion when they speak or sing of him.

I can appreciate realness.

So maybe we need to address the reason they feel distant, instead of dismissing the need to adore him.

We must confess living life without full disclosure and lacking integrity or anything else that keeps us from Him.

It doesn’t mean we need to wait until we are perfect in order to worship,

It means we need to continuously be in his presence so he can keep changing us.

And as he changes us we will want to fall at his feet in thanksgiving for his mercy on us.

Out of that we will start to love others as he does.

And when we love others with a sincere love
it is an act of worship back to him.

Whether in our singing or praying.
In our work or play.
In our ministries we are called to…
Do we love others?
Are we walking in integrity/honesty?
Do we live a life that points to Jesus?
Do we ADORE him?

I don’t think that we can really have just a “time” to worship.
We don’t turn it on and shut if off again in ½ hour or 45 minutes.

Singing him celebrations in a service Should be an outpouring of a life of worship.
And maybe we could give each other a little more grace for the different styles of songs we sing and how they are sung.

What he seeks most is a heart
Longs to worship him
Every Part
of our Lives.

Monday, November 1, 2010

A new Name

I was driving through town today and looked over to the sidewalk. There I saw a young man, he looked like he was barely 20. He walked in a way that made me want to stare just a little longer then necessary. His left leg followed his right but he had to work extra hard to move it forward. And I wondered...

I wondered what had happened to the young man.

Was he born like that?
Did he have an accident as a small child?
Was the leg artificial?

I am sure he was glad to be walking. I thought of the fact that maybe he had just started walking after confinement to a chair, and how exhilarating that must be.

I didn't have enough courage to stop and ask details,

but I can relate to him.

You see....
I have a cripple leg too.

You might not notice it if I wouldn't point it out to you.
But it's cripple none the less.

It's cripple
because I was born into sin.
And since that time I have re injured that leg often.
Sometimes because I made wrong choices that made me fall down and wound the leg.
Sometimes people would push me down and I would hold on to the leg in deep pain and agony. At times I wouldn't see a pothole in front of me and I would fall into the hole wounding that leg once again.

I ask for something to come and take away the pain.
I want an Advil for instant relief.
Or Maybe if I just find a crutch like....

Ahhhh... It makes me feel good!

For a split second....
but then after it wears off
I look down and I see the broken limp leg right there again.
And it still hurts just as much as before.

And I wonder if it will ever heal?

I wonder if I am destined to be a cripple all my life.

And then Jesus comes along and asks ....

"Do you want to be healed"? (John 5)

In other words do you really want me to make you whole?

Do you really want me instead of your crutch?

Do you really want me to heal you so you no longer will be called

Because if I heal you...
I will give you a New Name.

A new name?

Do I want a new name?

I say I do...
Do I?

What will my new identity be?
Will people know me without the limp?
Will my friends still talk to me?
What will they say when they notice my crutches are gone?
Will they say they can no longer can relate to me since I am healed.

What about you?

Are you crippled?
Do you have a crutch?
Something you have found to ease the pain of life?
Is it giving you lasting freedom?
Do you want something more?

It is true that when we have been injured, Especially severely injured we may always have a scar.
And when people bump up against that scar we may be surprised at the pain we feel...especially at first.

But it is also true that Jesus never came to heal people partially...He always comes to give us full healing.

Whether in our suffering

Our purpose is to bring him glory.

[ The Rescue ] All praise to the God and Father of our Master, Jesus the Messiah! Father of all mercy! God of all healing counsel! He comes alongside us when we go through hard times, and before you know it, he brings us alongside someone else who is going through hard times so that we can be there for that person just as God was there for us. We have plenty of hard times that come from following the Messiah, but no more so than the good times of his healing comfort—we get a full measure of that, too. II Cor 1:3

And this is what brings my Father glory...

Your will be done in my life.
Your kingdom come in my life.
You never leave your throne.
I am going to find my healing in building your kingdom not mine.
In looking for your glory in this temple and outside of it.
In listening to your words.

Thank you Lord that you know which leg hurts.
Thank you that you are patient with us but
thank you too for the new name we can walk in...

Overcoming one.
friend of God
One who seeks my face.

You can listen to this whole song...
"I will change your name", over on my music today.