Nov 9, 2017

Shut my mouth....

How do I even begin? I am not even sure when it started.

It is so much easier to tell stories of my kids, or loved ones. The stories about what God is doing in my heart are harder to tell. They go deep into the crevices of my soul and often I have a hard time putting the experiences into words.

Alas, I will try.

A few months ago I felt the gentle pull of the Lord away from things that I enjoyed doing. Really good things.

I didn't understand it and even felt selfish for pulling away. I felt a lack of peace regarding things that I had so peacefully enjoyed before.

I questioned my heart. I questioned God's leading. Or was it God's leading?

At the time, I didn't know for sure. I just knew that I didn't feel the ease of peace.

It didn't make sense. I felt I had grown a lot in the past year and had much to share regarding experiences. I wanted to surround myself with people to be able to share what my heart was overflowing with.

But, the Lord asked me to stop. To be still. To be quiet.

Uh, what?

It was an odd thing. Aren't we supposed to live out loud our faith? Aren't we supposed to go out and make disciples?

I was confused. But, I knew that God was not the author of confusion, but of Peace. [1 Corinthians 14:33]

My mouth suddenly felt like it was taped shut. I felt the pull to be quiet, and to pray. And pray. And pray.

My fingers didn't even feel the pull to write. I had no idea what was happening in my heart, so I had nothing to write about. I had plenty of stories to tell, but my heart was drawn like a magnet to quietness and prayer.

I began to discipline myself in prayer. Prayer does not come easy. It just doesn't. It often feels pointless if I am being honest.

We are more prone to "do", and  to "talk" it out.

Or, at least I am.

I would discipline myself in prayer by making it a practice to pray over every single person I came into contact each day. EVERY one.

This led little time for me to talk about myself, or to talk about anything really.

It also led to a lot of listening.

Listening to my children more.

Listening to my husband more.

Listening to the lady that rings up my groceries every Monday morning.

We learn a lot by listening. A whole lot.

I can pray as I listen. It's much easier to do this than pray as I talk.

I thought so much about Mary, the Mother of Jesus, how the Bible said, "she pondered all these things in her heart."[Luke 2:19]

As I listened more intently to the spoken and the unspoken cues of people, I began to feel the deep pull for them to feel the warmth of Jesus. Without me saying a word.

This is hard for a wordy girl.

I mean, how would they know I was praying for them unless I told them? How would they know about all the great things Jesus was doing if I didn't tell them?

Oh, I shudder as I type.

It was all about me. Me, me, me, me.

Did I not think that God could speak to them apart from me?

I liked the feeling of leading someone to Christ. To pointing the way and being the "one" with scripture at the perfect time.

Oh, y'all...

God was [and is] working on my heart.

I began to see the working of God all around me as I sat back, listened more, talked less, and prayed more.

Recently, the most incredible thing happened.

I had been praying for a young mother that I see each week. Every day I would see her, I felt the urge to pray for her. I felt she had lost her way somehow and needed Jesus.  This lasted for several weeks.

Last week, she approached my friend and me. She asked my friend about what church she attended. My friend proceeded to tell her, and then an entire conversation pursued, between the two of them, about faith.

I sat there dumbfounded. And, like a third wheel.

I wanted to jump in so badly and say, "Hey!! Let ME talk to to you! Come and visit MY church! I have what you need! I have been praying for you!!"

So embarrassing to admit my true thoughts.

They continued in conversation, and I quietly walked away.

"God, what are you doing? I have been praying for her! Why did you use my friend to talk to her and not me?"

Slowly, my vision became focused. I saw so clear what God was doing in my heart.

Did it matter who led her to Christ? Did it matter which church she attended?

What mattered is that God heard my prayers, and He answered them.

And guess what? I got no credit. From anyone. NOT ONE PERSON.

But, God knew.

Was that not enough for me?

Oh, the pride. Oh, the stinking pride.

Are we willing to go behind closed doors, to be anonymous....and seek the face of God on behalf of those around us? Are we willing to step back and let God get the Glory?

Or, are we getting in His way. Is our pride keeping Him from answering our prayers.

Are our mouths bigger than our ears? Do we talk more than we listen?

Lord, change us.

Let us be willing to have hearts on fire with prayer, without one person knowing it.

There is a time to pray out loud, and a time to pray in secret.

But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you. Matthew 6:6

How quickly we say YES when asked if we will pray about something for someone. And, just as quickly we forget.

Are we so busy portraying our wisdom and Christianity that we forget what is needed most?

1I urge, then, first of all, that petitions, prayers, intercession and thanksgiving be made for all people- 2for kings and all those in authority, that we may live peaceful and quiet lives in all godliness and holiness. 1 Timothy 2:1-2

So often, in church and in the world, we are urged to be vocal. To let our intentions and our desires be known. To speak!

Could it be that our loud words are getting in the way of the gentle whispers of God?

In all of our efforts to be great missionaries, are our mouths drowning out our prayers and hushing the Holy Spirit?

Oh, Lord, change us.

Is it possible to lead obscure, quiet, prayerful lives?

Jesus sure did.

He made no commotion about Himself. He often was drawn to quiet places. Seeking the face of God. Often when everyone else was sleeping.

Lord, help us to be like Jesus.

Hearts bent on You and not ourselves.

Help us to be okay with not being in the spotlight. To live obscure lives. In Your Mighty Shadow.

shutting my mouth and opening my ears,


Oct 24, 2017


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Yesterday I was in Walmart and ran into a precious friend.

We chatted for about 2 seconds and her eyes welled up with tears. She suddenly lost her voice as the tears came pouring down her cheeks.

She leaned over to hug me.

I had no idea what was wrong except that my dear friend was hurting and seemed to need a big fat hug.

When she could speak clearly without tear lumps in her throat, she began to tell me how her life was just overwhelming.

She had recently bit off way more than she could do in this season of her life.

My heart immediately knew that feeling.

The feeling of nausea. Another day. Another commitment.

The feeling of the walls closing in on you because of a deadline and people's expectations.

The feeling of feeling like a failure as a wife, as a mom, as a friend, as a volunteer...

Because it was all just.....too much.

Oh, how I knew.

I clumsily recited the verse, "let your yes be yes, and your no be no."  Matthew 5:37.

I reminded her that saying no is not a bad thing, in fact it leads to the better things that God has for us.

Her words to follow I will not soon forget...

She said, "Just because I can do something...doesn't mean I should, right?"

That was it.

She knew the answer to her dilemma.

It was implementing it that would be the hard part.

Raise your hand if you have been in this place?

Now, raise your hand if you LIVE in this place?

Ok, so I can't see you, but I bet you have your hand up.

Why do we do this? Why do we overcommit?

I think of Jesus and all He had to do. People pulling at Him from every direction

He had one goal. One focus.

The will of His Father.

Jesus often stopped...and prayed.

He got up early so that He knew exactly where His feet needed to walk that day. He needed directions from His Father.

Oh, y'all.

Why can't we stop, pause, and ask for directions?

How about the next time something is asked of us, we stop, pause, and pray about it.

I have seen the faces of my children when I overcommit. I have seen the annoyance on my husband's face when I spread myself too thin and neglect my duties at home. When I choose to not let someone down and commit to something I have not prayed about, something or someone will always suffer.

Usually, it is our families.

This world has made us believe that we do not have an identity unless we are involved in EVERYTHING. We must go to every function, every bible study, every party, every event, every whatever....

Maybe we are afraid of being forgotten?

We want to prove to others and ourselves that we can do it all. With a cute lipglossy smile on our lips.

Meanwhile, our hearts are shattered with guilt and regret of saying "yes" once again.

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.. Ecclesiastes 3:1

For each and every season of life there is a purpose. Let's ask the Father for our purpose here and now. Let's be present and not spread ourselves so thin that we miss the season we are in.

There will be someone else that can help. Or fill in. Or volunteer. Or take the position.

In fact, if we do things that are out of our assigned place, we deprive someone else of the opportunity to fill that spot.

We don't have to be overcommitted.

We can stop, pause, and ask God for directions.

The seasons will be fuller, more enjoyable if we do this. We will soak in the joy of each opportunity, knowing that this is our assignment for such a time.

"Lord, you have assigned me my portion and my cup, You have made my lot secure." Psalm 16:5

over being over committed,


Oct 19, 2017

There goes my heart.....

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So, I thought I would post this while it is still raw. If I wait too long the words will fall flat. [Just like my hair mid-July.]

Today my son drove to school for the first time. He turned 16 in August.

If you would have told me 3 years ago that I would not be a basket case all day, I would have laughed in your cute face.

Well, I was not a basket case.

Let me rephrase, I was not a basket case all day.

When I saw his red tail lights pull out something inside of me went numb.

Like, a weird heart stopping surreal moment.

It would be the first time in 12 years that I have not driven this kid to school.

The first time I had not prayed for him in the car on the way.

The first time my daughter got to ride shot gun the whole entire way to her school.

Yesterday, I did not realize it would be officially the last time I would drive him. Why didn't someone tell me?

Like, when my daughter stopped taking baths. Why didn't someone tell me that the last time I would run the water over her little blonde head would be that day?

Or, when my son stopped wanting to sleep on the floor in our room. I don't remember how it stopped, it just did.

Motherhood is hard.

It's about letting go.

Over and over and over.

I don't want to let go though.

I want to hang on white knuckled to these days. These moments. These seconds.

However, I know they will change yet again.

There will be more change. More loss. More seasons of hard.

We toughen up somewhat through the seasons. We adapt a little better each time. We feel the same pain of letting go, but we know there is good on the other side.

We just have to get used to the new normal of change.

Mom's of teenagers, you know what I mean.

You know this new normal.

It's a terrifying season in so many ways.

Yet, who do I trust?

Do I trust that I can protect my son and guard him 24/7?

Or do I put my trust in the One who knitted that boy together in this womb of mine 16 years ago.

The One who knows the very number of hairs on his sandy blonde head.

The One who put the sparkle in his light green eyes.

The One, the only One, who sees the length and breadth of my boy's days here on Earth.

I will trust Him.

He loves this boy of mine more than I do.

Impossible to fathom, but I know it to be true.

As I watched him walk out the door, I realized....

I had to believe what I had taught him all those years.

All of those scriptures about God's love for us. God's protection over us. God's sovereignty. God's peace. God's will to be done....

The rubber met the road in those moments.

Do I trust Him with my boy?

Or, do I take back everything I have ever impressed on this boy's heart and fall apart in front of him begging him to stay and to never leave this place.

From the moment those babies of ours leave the safe haven of our womb, we begin the letting go process.

Our Father knows how we feel.

He sent His Son to Earth to be beaten, scoffed at, abused, spat upon, murdered on a bloody Cross.

He knew these things had to happen in order for His perfect plan to be accomplished.

I believe it is the same with our children.

God has a perfect plan for their lives.

We are a big part of it...

But, we have to trust God with His plan for them. His will for their lives.

We plant the seeds....

God makes them grow.

If we hover over our children, they don't get the chance to grow. Just like a seed with shadows instead of sunlight.

The seeds need the light of day, the space to grow, to flourish.

So do our children.

God hears our prayers over their lives.

Before Joseph walked out the door this morning,  I read this passage in 2 Peter.

It gripped my heart and reminded me of my calling as a mother.

I prayed it as a letter to my son.

Dear Joseph,

12So I will always remind you of these things, even though you know them and are firmly established in the truth you now have. 13I think it is right to refresh your memory as long as I live in the tent of this body, 14because I know that I will soon put it aside, as our LORD Jesus Christ has made clear to me. 15And I will make every effort to see that after my departure you will always be able to remember these things [2 Peter 1:12-15]

Momma's, keep refreshing their memories. Remind them of what you have taught them.

Make every effort.

letting Jesus take the wheel,


Oct 17, 2017

Please stop talking...

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My morning routine consists of coffee, bible reading, and then consciousness. It takes coffee and Jesus to get me conscious. Obviously. 

Lately,  I've been reading a chapter of the New Testament, a Proverb, and a Psalm.

The Proverb that I read each day never EVER fails to convict me. Did I say EVER?

Like, today.

Proverbs 17:28, "Even fools are thought wise if they keep silent, discerning if they hold their tongues."


Hello out there?

You still with me?

I had the same response after I read it too.

I mean, what do you say to that little dagger? Definitely nothing to say.

It actually makes me not want to talk at all. Maybe we could learn sign language and the world may be a much more peaceful place?

Seriously. It's something to think about.

My mind swirls to the many, many times I have talked too long. Said too much.

Each time I do, it is followed by a knot in my stomach. My mind repeats the words over and over in my little blonde head. I want to rewind time like I used to rewind my blockbuster videos before turning them in.

Women like to talk. Well most women anyway. If you don't you're just weird.

Totally kidding. Actually, if you don't like to talk I admire you and envy your wise self.

But, for talkers like myself, we can get ourselves into deep manure if we are not careful.

We can talk too long and we can talk too much.

Scripture proves that we need to heed some discipline with our word count. Take a look at this little doozie..

Too much talk leads to sin. Be sensible and keep your mouth shut. Proverbs 10:19

As I begin to ponder [and be convicted] by this scripture, I thought of some reasons why I tend to talk too much at times.

-proving my point -i.e. pride
-uncertain of what to say, so I just said anything...i.e insecurity.

I could go on, but for the sake of your precious time and my precious ego, we will stop here.

Bottom line, ladies...

Let's think before we speak.

Let's pray before we respond.

Let's be okay with awkward silence as opposed to foolish words.

So, on that note, I will end with few words as to not look foolish...

 goodbye in sign language.


Oct 11, 2017

Don't look back...

I have been reading in the book of Acts. The journey of Saul/Paul fascinates me. The early church was rising and Paul was a big part of the mission.

You know about Paul, right? His  name was first Saul and he was a devout Jew. Jesus met him on the road one day and blinded his eyes. Basically, Jesus said this to Paul, "Saul, Saul, why do you persecute me?"

Saul answered, "Who are you, Lord?"

Jesus replied, "I am Jesus who you are persecuting, now get up and go into the city and I will tell you what you must do."

[Acts 9--go READ. it is fascinating]

The rest is history. Paul becomes one of the greatest disciples and missionaries to ever walk the face of the Earth.

So, let's get this day Saul [later named Paul] is breathing out murderous threats to all of Jesus' disciples, and the next day he is a follower of Jesus.

Seriously though, this sounds a lot like my every day life.

One day I am a fire breathing dragon, the next day I am ironing my Sunday skirt worshipping in my loudest tone-deaf voice.

Do you ever feel this way?

I hope you said yes. Really, even if just to make me feel normal.

On the days when I am a fire breathing dragon, I find myself in a pit of despair by the end of the day.

The enemy wants me to think I am unredeemable. Unworthy. Useless.

Paul could have felt this way. He could have let his past determine his future. But, he didn't.

He walked straight on with Jesus. He left his shady past in the dust and walked on.

I am sure he left his buddies dumbfounded.

A sweet friend just said to me recently, "when we obey God, there is usually someone that gets their feelings hurt in the process." Gosh, what wisdom.

Aren't we glad Paul didn't look back?

Half of the New Testament would not be written if he would have wallowed  in his past sin.

My past regrets can haunt me at times. I think about things I could have done differently or said differently. I turn it over and over in my head. It will drive me crazy if I let it.

The enemy wants me to live in guilt, condemnation and regret.

Jesus came for me to have "life and life to the fullest!" John 10:10

Paul's past helped him to have more compassion for others. It also gave him a purpose.

If Paul would have had a perfect life from the beginning I wonder if he would have ever been called? Jesus knew Paul would have a heart afire for God because He knew Paul had lived so long in the darkness.

I love how Jesus blinded Saul/Paul with light on that road to Damascus. What a perfect visual of what He does for us.

Once we step out into the darkness and into the Light of Christ, we never long for that darkness again. We want to live in the Light.

But, from time to time we step our toes back in the darkness. We want to go back and pull up what God has redeemed in our lives because we grieve our past sins. Proverbs calls this, "like a dog returning to his vomit". Proverbs 26:11

We are set free. Why would we want to be in chains again?

If we are to live lives of purpose and freedom we must walk with Him, straight ahead. Remembering His Goodness, but forgetting what lies behind.

Oh, Paul, we have so much to learn from you.

Friend, if Jesus has called you into His Light, live there. Walk on with Him.

He has so much in store for you. Immeasurably more than you can imagine.

Tell the enemy to flee when he reminds you of your past. Tell him Who you belong to. You bear the mark of Christ. Redeemed. Forever.

walking on,


Sep 29, 2017

Just Breathe....

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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

I recently signed up for some yoga classes. Two precious friends teach at this studio, so I decided to give it a try.

In the past, I have always kind of rolled my eyes at yoga. It wasn't challenging enough.  Or so I thought.

Boy, was I wrong.

Here is why I love yoga: It forces me to slow down. And breathe.

Breathing is something that we often forget to do.

Slowing down is not even on most of our radars.

Why is this?

In my early parenting years, I thought by the time my kids became teenagers life would slow down.

It is completely the opposite.

Life will never slow down.

There will always be something to do.

There is a story in the bible that I can relate to so  much. It is the story of Mary and Martha.

Jesus comes to visit and Mary sits at His feet soaking up every word. Martha on the other hand is busy and distracted. She cannot sit down because there is just too much to be done. Oh my, can you relate?

Here is the passage:

38 As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. 39 She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said. 40 But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!”
41 “Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things, 42 but few things are needed—or indeed only one Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.” Luke 10:38-42

I have been Martha so many times. Inviting company over and stressed to the max before they even get here. Dreading that I even asked them over!

Seriously? What is wrong with me.

Suddenly, I notice every single dust spot in my house. Every single flaw. I notice suddenly how small my kitchen is and how some [most] of our plates are chipped. Then, I yell at everyone not to touch a blessed thing or they shall surely DIE.

Martha, Martha. I get you.

Here Jesus was at her house. Jesus, the Son of God. Surely she wanted everything to be perfect.

But,  her sister Mary wanted only one thing...she wanted to be with Jesus.  To slow down and sit at His feet. She wanted to inhale His presence, breathing in His holiness.

Mary lived in the present, Martha lived in perfection.

Mary probably did some Holy Yoga from time to time. [kidding]

I love to write. It is pure therapy to my soul. However, sometimes I just don't make time for it. There are just too many demands. Or are there?

Maybe I just cannot slow down enough to stop and do the things I enjoy. The things that bring joy to my heart.

Mary stopped. She quieted herself. She knew what her heart needed.

I have a challenge for us. Well, it is really for me, but I would love for you to do this with me.

Let's stop. Breathe. Inhale. Exhale.

Let's notice what is happening right in the very present. Oh, don't you see? That's where Jesus is.

He is with the people around us. The little faces we feed everyday. The big husband face we tend to. The little puppy face that gets into every living thing.

Jesus is there. In all of it. Right where you are.

We keep the plates spinning so fast that we don't stop and put those plates down, and breathe. Breathe in the sweetness of your child's breath. The humming of a dishwasher that holds those chipped plates that the very loves of your life eat from. The birds chirping out that window that needs cleaning.

He is in all of this.

"But will God indeed dwell with mankind on the earth? Behold, heaven and the highest heaven cannot contain You; how much less this house which I have built. 2 Chronicles 6:18

What do you say we take time to breathe today?

If you are with me, send me a note via email, or leave a comment. I need to know I am not alone here. I need to know there are more Martha's out there in pursuit of Mary-ness.

We can do this. Together.

grabbing my yoga mat,


Sep 20, 2017

Do you want to be great?

And he said: "Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Matthew 18:3

I have recently seen this versed lived out before my very eyes.

Many times I have struggled with the meaning of what Jesus was saying here. He was asked by the disciples this question: "Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?"

Jesus replied aptly to their question sending shock waves to their system I would suppose.

Little children? Such little knowledge? Such unlearned ways? Really?


Jesus says this next: "Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven."

Again, shock waves.

In our minds we think the greatest should be the holiest in deeds, the one who prays out loud at every and any opportunity, the one who quotes the bible day in and day out...

But, Jesus says the greatest will be like children.

What is it about children that Jesus would say such a thing?

Recently, I observed this and finally this scripture came to life.

One of my children was treated unfairly by a friend. My child was criticized by a couple of friends who this child looks up to greatly.

The heart of my child was broken.

So, of course, the heart of this child's momma was broken as well.

Not just broken, but flat out mad.

So mad that I could not see straight.

Suddenly, every part of Jesus inside of me wanted to exit the nearest door.  You know what I am talking about Momma's?

Yeah, that kind of mad.

I wanted to set the record straight with the children who had hurt my child AND their parents.

Yet, the response I saw in my child changed me. And humbled my prideful heart.

My child was forgiving. Beyond belief.

So forgiving that I wanted so badly to say, "You don't have to be so nice. Tell these kids off!"

But, I didn't by the grace of the Living Jesus inside of me.

I watched this child extend grace beyond measure as I watched with my mouth agape.

This child hasn't lost an ounce of sleep. All is well in this child's heart.

It's harder for me. I wanted revenge for the hurt. I wanted to rescue my child and bandage up the wounds. Just like a momma bear would do.

However, this child showed me better.

We will do well watching children interact. They trust easier. They forgive easier. They let things go easier.

Children don't put up walls and fortresses around their hearts. They are on open door inviting others in.

Whew. I am telling you...I am begging Jesus for a heart like a child's. A heart that loves without conditions. Forgives without holding grudges.

And, can we talk about humility here?

That's probably the hardest part.

When we have been hurt we swell up with pride and anger...

Just the opposite of humility.

Here's the thing...

We can read the bible every morning from cover to cover.

We can tape scripture up all over our houses.

We can attend every church service.

But, y'all...

If we don't change and become like little children, we fail miserably.

Peace will escape us if we don't change our hardened adult hearts.

I am sickened by my heart at times. Oh, but I see there is HOPE.

Hope for the battered state of my heart...

Hope for the anger that fogs up my way to see Jesus...

Hope for the pride that kills off every ounce of humility...

Friend, do you want to be great?

Change and become like a child.

back to childhood,


Sep 11, 2017

On this day....

And He said to them, "Go into all the world and preach the gospel to all creation. "He who has believed and has been baptized shall be saved; but he who has disbelieved shall be condemned." Mark 16:15-16

I will never forget this day 16 years ago.

It changed me forever.

I had just given birth to my first child.

It was a gorgeous September day. He and I had just went for a stroll around our neighborhood. I was just getting into the swing of being a mother.  Life was so sweet. So innocent. So perfect.

Until, I heard an alert come on the news about 30 minutes after our morning stroll. Something in my heart knew all was not well. I could just sense something was wrong.

I sat in my green rocking chair, holding my 5 week old baby boy. My eyes were glued to the screen.

My pulse began to quicken and a felt a cold chill go down my neck.

My first panic attack.

I thought I was about to die right there in the green chair holding my newborn.

Life changed in the moment.

My eyes were opened to evil in a way that I had never seen before.

I realized in an instant the sanctity of life. The utter amazement of breath in our lungs and the rhythm of the beating in our hearts.

I wonder if this is how Eve must have felt when her eyes were opened to sin? When she realized that life would never be the same after she took the bite of that fruit.

Perhaps there is a moment for all of us. A moment when we must choose....will it be a life or will it be death.

In the years to follow after 9/11, I had a choice to make.

Would I choose to live in panic, fear, anxiety and torment?

Or, would I choose peace, joy, and faith.

I could not have it both ways, I soon discovered.

After many years, many doctors, many medicines, I finally found the cure.

Jesus Himself.

He was there all along. Beckoning me to His side.

I knew Him, but I didn't know Him.

One day, I opened God's Word in a desperate pursuit of peace. I found peace, and so much more.

I think about the many who did not know Jesus on that September day, 16 years ago. They had no idea their lives would end that day. No idea.

They probably thought they had forever to choose life. Forever to choose Jesus.

But, they didn't. And neither do we.

The state of our world brings anxiety to my heart. Not anxiety over war, or storms.....but over the lives of those who still don't know Jesus.

This keeps me up at night. I picture their faces. Precious faces.

What if they don't know about Jesus? What if they don't know Who He is and what He's done?

Or, what if all they know of Jesus is religious people who judge them and turn their backs on them.

Or, religious people who reflect anything but love, gentleness, peace, and kindness.

Or, religious people that attend faithfully to their church services, but hold hatred and grudges in their hearts against others.

Or, religious people that say all the right things, but their actions show anything but love.

"These people honor me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me." Matthew 15:8

Or, religious people who think they are showing love by not sharing Truth in a loved one's life. We watch idly on the side lines as if we pity them and their sin. Shame on us.

May our pity never stop us from sharing the Gospel of Jesus. Even if they turn away from us, may it never be that we turn away from them.

Pity will not change a heart. But, Jesus can.

Are we loving others enough to tell them about Jesus? Or, are we afraid we will offend them.

For Heavens sake, if we offend them, then count it all joy.

"Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds" James 1:2

Who do you need to share Jesus with today?

Listen, we don't need to be bible scholars to talk about what Jesus has done in our lives. We just need to have courage to speak up, and love other enough to tell them.

speaking up,