May 29, 2019


Devote yourselves to prayer with an alert mind and a thankful heart. Colossians 4:2

So, my son graduated over the weekend.

I am sure this will be just the first of MANY posts about this. I apologize in advance.

Since 2009, I have been praying for this day.

Yes, for the past 10 years I have been praying for my son and his graduation time.

My nephew graduated in 2009. I watched as my sister really had a hard time when we he left to go out of state for college.

I remember thinking, "My sister is not someone who just likes to cry. It must be really, really, really hard."

From that day on, I  made it a priority to pray.

I knew the state of my emotions and heart, and I knew that only Jesus could keep me from falling apart.

I will say this to the mother's who have yet to come to this season, God does prepare your heart.

Especially when you pray. 

To the mother's beyond this season in motherhood, I am looking at you to see that it really will be okay.

Many mother friends of mine have crossed this path already, and such HOPE it brings my heart to see that life does go on and the new normal becomes "normal-ish".

As I was praying about this post and what I wanted to say, I just kept hearing the word, "content". (Philippians 4:11)

Contentment can only come from a heart surrendered to Jesus.

It is a daily surrender for me.

I want to be content with this season of life. 

I want to be content with growing older. 

I want to be content with my children growing older. 

I want to be content with a house that is quieter. 

I want to be content with less. 

I want to be content with all of it. 

As I look out my window and my fingers continue to type, I see the trees swaying in the slow Summer breeze.

That tree is strong, with deep roots.

I want to be like that tree. It has never moved from that spot. It sits still and unbothered by the constant changing of its leaves.

The tree towers over my back porch providing much needed shade for those that gather underneath.

Lord, help me to be like this tree to my people.

I want to be strong, rooted deep in my faith, and able to provide shade to those who need it around me.

When my children do come home, let me be like that tree. Providing a haven of comfort, joy, peace and protection from the heat of the day.

Each season the leaves change, they fall, they grow back again.

It is the rhythm and nature of life.

The trees know that the seasons do not last forever. They change.

But, with each new season comes Joy if we will embrace it.

Motherhood is not a calling that ends when your child turns 18.

Motherhood is a life long calling.

A calling that will continue to wake us up at night to pray. A calling that will go beyond the years when they do move out of the nest.

Motherhood encompasses a lifetime. Just like that tree outside my window.

Instead of toppling over when the winds get strong and the weather gets harsh, we burrow deeper into our relationship with Christ. Just like the roots of that tree burrow deep into the soil.

The deeper the root, the stronger the tree.

Motherhood will bring us to a place of strange oneness with God if we let it.

When I feel the pain of my insides when I think of my boy going away to college, I think about God.

Of all of the parents in the entire world, He alone knows my pain.

He knows before I even speak.

Sometimes I have felt so alone with this weird pang in my soul, only to find the greatest comfort in falling at the feet of Jesus.

This letting go of our children thing...

This watching them fly out of the protection of our nest...

This ache in our hearts for things to be different....

God knows. He knows all of it.

He too has ached.

For us.

For Jesus.

For all of His children.

He knows what this strange pain feels like. Like, no other.

This comfort, this peace. It can only be explained by the Miracle of God's love for us.

I have felt Him in a new way this season.

When for a flash of a moment I  have felt alone, I have felt the overwhelming grip of His Love.

When I have needed to talk, but words could never come out right to anyone...

He has listened.

Without me saying a word.

Do you find yourself in a lonely place?

I understand.

But, you are not alone. Ever.

He is with you. Right there next to you.

He sees you. (Psalm 139:1)

He feels every ounce of your pain.

And, in a strange way, without changing a thing, He will bring Peace to your heart.

A flood of Peace that does not even make sense.

He will bring a contentment that seems strange and different, but there none the less.

He has a plan for you too, momma.

Your child will not be the only one beginning something new. He has marked the path already for you as well.

All the prayers we pray over our babies, somehow, only by the breathtaking Love of God, come back to us. Covering us in a blanket of grace.

People will comment that you seem different.

Because you are.

God is doing a work in your heart too.

Those prayers, those dead in the night, early in the morning, prayers....

They are still being answered in more ways than you even imagined. (Ephesians 3:20)

Let that bring Hope to your weary heart.

Do not stop praying.


Motherhood is a call to pray.

Pure and simple.

Yet, powerful and profound.



May 7, 2019

Pray, Fast, Wait, Repeat...

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If you haven't figured out already, for some reason the video I attached did not send in your SHINE email. However, it is posted on the website. Weird. Technology. Oops.

So, as I was cutting up an onion this afternoon, I kept going back to our reading in Nehemiah.

I have a tendency to jump the gun on things. When an idea strikes, I am ready to implement. This can be good sometimes, and NOT so good other times.

Nehemiah is teaching me a lot about waiting. And praying. And fasting. And waiting.

When Nehemiah heard about the state of Jerusalem, he literally wept. He grieved.

The Bible says, "When I heard this, I sat down and wept. In fact, for days I mourned, fasted, and prayed to the God of Heaven." Nehemiah 1:4

Nehemiah heard the tragic news  of Jerusalem and its decaying walls in the Fall. However, he did not implement a plan to help until that next Spring. It was all about timing. God's timing.

A couple of things to learn here.

His heart of compassion for the Jewish people.

He wept when he received the news.

How many times have we heard devastating news, and we just move on or turn the channel?

I am definitely guilty of this.

When did we become so calloused to suffering?

It seems all too normal to hear of horrible things, right?

But, Nehemiah, did not move on. He sat with it. He grieved over it. He prayed about it. He fasted.

This lasted for several months, Not days, not weeks, but months. 

When the time was right, he did not tell a soul. He waited and then left in the middle of the night on the journey to help Jerusalem rebuild its wall.

Nehemiah and the workers ended up finishing the wall in 52 days. 52!!

This was nothing short of a miracle.

They never stopped working. In fact, many were not happy about the rebuilding of the wall and tried to distract Nehemiah from his work.

His exact words, "I am doing a great work and I cannot come down. Why should the work stop while I leave it and come down to you?” Nehemiah 6:3

Wow, read that one more time.

I have an entirely new post for that one scripture.

I will save that for later.

What has God laid on your heart to do?

Have you prayed? Fasted? Waited?

Let us learn from Nehemiah.

Goodness, I love God's Word! Don't you?!!

waiting, fasting, praying,


May 6, 2019

SHINE Spotlight.....

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Hey, SHINE friends! As we enter into our 5th month of reading through the Bible together, I want to encourage you to stick with it. 

Maybe you aren't currently reading through the plan with us, but you are looking for a reading plan? 

We would LOVE for you to jump on with us! 

You can purchase the Daily Walk Bible on Amazon or at a Christian bookstore. OR, you can print out the plan here. It is so so so good. 

Each day has a reading and a devotional to go with it. 

Here is a little clip of one of our SHINE friends that is currently reading through the Bible with us. 

Be encouraged by Erin Davis! She and I talk almost weekly about what we are reading and how it is literally changing us!

If you are currently following the plan with us, I would LOVE to feature you as well. Email me and let me know!

May 2, 2019

Hit the Floor....

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Late Tuesday night my oldest child, Joseph, left on a field trip to Disney. Yes, DISNEY. I don't remember having those kinds of trips when I was his age. Do you??

It's a little hard letting my children go for a few days. It's never been an easy thing for me.

Fear has been a big part of those reasons. Yes, I love my kids.  However, fear is what made my heart tremble when they would be out of my sight. I felt like as long as they were with me, they would be fine. Control issues, I know.

Early in my parenting years, fear haunted me day in and day out. I could not eat some days. I could not sleep. Fear tormented my mind. Every possible worse scenario I could imagine, is what my mind stayed focused on. It was terrible.

My husband thought I was going crazy. In fact, I probably was. The enemy was whispering lies into my ears and I was listening to them and believing them.

There were many days when I would drop my kids off at school and go home and cry. All day long.

Fear was my enemy.

One day, a wise friend told me to pray scripture over them each day. She told me that not only would it help me, but it would help them.

I thought it was a little crazy at first, because I wasn't really believing what I was praying. It felt kind of not natural. My mind and my flesh were very opposed to praying like this. If I was praying, who was going to worry for me?? Crazy, I know.

Soon after, I began to hang scripture all around my house. At the coffee pot, in my bathroom, in the kids rooms...all over the house. Lem thought I had officially lost my mind. When, in fact, I was beginning to get my mind back from the enemy.

Those horrible thoughts were now being pounded with Truth. Day in. Day out.

Those fearful thoughts had no choice but to leave. They could not dwell where Truth was beginning to dwell. They didn't even stand a chance.

For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.” Ephesians 6:12

Praying scripture over my children changed my life. Dramatically. It brought peace to  heart racked with fear. It brought joy to a heart in despair.

My old prayers sounded something like this, "God bless my children. Keep them safe, please!!!"

God taught me through His Word to change my prayers to this: "Keep my children from all harm. Watch over their life, watch over their coming and going. Both now and forevermore." Psalm 121:7-8

When we pray God's word back to Him something amazing happens. His Will opens up. The Heavens open up at the sound of His Word being spoken back to Him! You can even feel it in your spirit as you pray! When His Words become our words, POWER comes!

If you are new at this, or if you have been doing this all along, I want to share some of my favorite scripture prayers with you. You will adapt to your favorites along the way, but this will get you started.

"Lord lead my children away from temptation, and deliver them from the evil one." Matthew 6:13

"Put a hedge of protection around my children and everything they have" Job 1:10

"Remind my children that they belong to you and not the world" John 17:15

"Lord, cause my children to love their enemies, to do good to those who hate them, to bless those who curse them, to pray for those that mistreat them. Help them do to others as they would have done to them." Luke 6:27-31

"I pray that my children's identity will be firmly rooted and established in Christ's love, and that they may have power together with all the saints, to grasp how wide, and how long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge...that they may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God." Ephesians 3:17-19

"Let my children know that they belong to you" Romans 14:7-9

"Let the light of your face shine upon my children. Fill their heart with joy, and let them lie down and sleep in peace." Psalm 4:6-8 [a really good nighttime prayer]

"Show my children that they are fearfully and wonderfully made, and that your works are wonderful. Teach them that they are precious in your sight, and that you love them." Psalm 139:14, Isaiah 43:4

"Like Timothy, may my children be an example to believers in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith, and in purity" 1 Timothy 4:12

"Please let my children have the ability to rise above the traps of people pleasing so they can be kept safe by trusting You, Lord" Proverbs 29:25

"May my children think on whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is commendable; if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, may he think about these things" Philippians 4:8

The best way we can win the battle for the hearts of our children is on our knees. So, let's start praying now. Shall we?

on my knees,


(original post 4/30/15)

May 1, 2019

Don't Quit....

The Lord always speaks to me through the life of my kids. Always.

Since I began writing on this blog, I have almost daily wanted to shut it down and quit writing. As much as I love writing, at times it feels too vulnerable. Too exposed. Too much.

 Sometimes I just want to be a different kind of girl. A girl that has different gifts and different talents other than the ones God has given me.

I want to be like my friend who can make the best cinnamon rolls in town. Or like my friend who has the gift of hospitality. Or like my friend who sings on stage and sounds like an angel. Or like my friend who has a passion for healthy eating and exercising. Or like my friend who is a teacher at our local school and is loved by all of her students. Or like my sister who is crazy talented with hair and makeup. Or like my mom who can make anyone laugh in five seconds flat.

Most of my life I have questioned my talents. Often wondering if I had any.

However, very recently something happened with one of my kids. Something God used to speak so pointedly to my heart.

My daughter was singing in the car. I told her how beautiful her voice was. She stopped and said, "I have a horrible voice. Nobody ever says I sing pretty when I sing at recess."

I replied back to her, "I think you sing beautiful, sweet girl. You make my heart so happy every time I hear you sing."

She replied back, "I am just never going to sing again. Nobody listens anyway."

As I envisioned my struggle with wanting to keep writing, I thought about her words.

My daughter has a gift. A gift of a sweet singing voice. She blesses me each time she sings. God has given her the ability to hear music and sing in tune. Why would she ever think that of not using her gift?

God gives us gifts to ultimately glorify Him.

We have different gifts, according to the grace given to each of us. Romans 12:6

Our gifts are not about the people that do not celebrate our gifts, it is about the Giver of the Gift.

It all goes back to Him.

When we are waiting for the world to give its approval, our gifts will be suffocated and smoldered. Or even worse, never used.

God is showing me that when I write, it is not about how many people read it or approve. My writing is for Him. Whatever He does with it, us up to Him.

We may never, ever know what He does with our gifts. Although, I do believe He gives us glimpses occasionally.

However, we deprive ourselves and others when we choose to not use our gifts and talents. Just like with my daughter's singing, if she doesn't sing, I will miss out on the opportunity to hear her sweet voice.

If my mom decided to stop being funny, I would miss being able to belly laugh with her! If my friend decided to stop making cinnamon rolls, I would miss out on the best cinnamon rolls my tongue ever tasted!

Maybe you feel your gift is not special or important. Maybe, like me, you wish you had someone else's gift.

I encourage you to embrace what God has given you. If you have any doubt about your gift, talk to God about it. He will make clear your path. Trust Him to lead you.

Ask a close friend, or your husband. They will tell you what your gifts are. Sometimes it's something that comes so natural to us we don't even notice it.

I pray God will surround you with encouraging friends that cheer you on as you use and discover your gifts.  Pray for these kinds of friends. They will spur you on when you want to quit. Trust me on this one.

Let's be THOSE kind of friends.  Let's encourage each other instead of comparing ourselves to each other. Let's take the time to notice when a friend needs a little lift. It could make a world of difference in their life.

"And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds"Hebrews 10:24

So, I guess I will keep writing. I know there will be days when I want to close up shop. I will try my best to remember that writing is not about me, it is about Him. The Giver.

still writing,


(original post 5/14/15)

Apr 30, 2019

Our Great Assignment....

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Who's still with me on our Reading Plan?

 I know some days can be hard. Really hard.

But, keep going. Push through. You will be so very glad you did.

Today, we read about King Josiah. His father and great grandfather were some of the most evil kings in history.

However, Josiah was different.

Josiah's priest, Hilkiah uncovered God's law in the Lord's Temple. It had been sitting there for many years. Untouched.

Josiah quickly aligned the people he governed under the Law of God. He destroyed anything and anyone that was not in line with the book of God's Law.

He was a very successful King with a heart to serve the Lord.

Here is what sticks out to me here....

No wonder his parents and grandparents and so on were so evil....they had not been taught about God.

Not one father had passed the Law of God down to their children.

After all the Lord had done for this mighty nation, somewhere along the way, the teachings of Moses, given by God, had been forgotten about completely.

As a mother, this really resonates hard on my heart.

I have a huge responsibility here.

What am I teaching my children?

Do they know about Jesus?

Not just from sunday school, but from my own example.

Where are the bibles in my house?

Are they hidden on a dusty shelf, or maybe even on display but never open?

These passages from 2 Chronicles jolt me to life.

It starts with us.

Or it ends with us.

Which one will it be?

I want to leave my children with a legacy of faith.

No matter what path they choose, I want to know for sure that I led them to the Living Water of God's Word. That is my job.

The world will try its best to squash our teaching. To lead our kids down a path that seems shinier and more popular.

King Josiah knew it had to start with him.

He did everything in his power to follow God's Word and to lead his people to do the same.

Are we doing the same?

Oh, I sure want to.

But, sometimes its easy to get lazy. And tired.

Let King Josiah encourage you today.

Go, dust off that bible on the shelf.

Open it and let it breathe Life back into your weary lungs.

There is only way Way...and it's God's Way.

All else will lead to a path of destruction. Look no further than the Old Testament.

Parents, we have an assignment that is bigger than anything we could possibly imagine.

Are we leading our children to "Seek first the Kingdom of God?" Matthew 6:33

Let's encourage each other, friends.

The world needs a generation raised in the Lord and His Truth.

There is much work to be done.

forging ahead,


Apr 23, 2019

The Hidden Life.....

As usual, this is not the post I was about to sit down and write. Nope.

There is no preparation for this post. Just a heart being bent a different way by the Holy Spirit as I write.

I was talking to a friend yesterday about motherhood. How hard it can be at times. How hidden it can feel at times. Meaning, so often, what we do is not seen. And, may never be seen.

But, God sees it.

 However, sometimes we want others to notice. To applaud us. To recognize the sweat on our brows and the exhaustion in our bones.

Often, it just seems like what we are doing as mothers will never inch us closer to the world's version of success. Or successful motherhood anyway.

I used to scroll Instagram seeing mothers which multiple children. Some even adopted or fostered With multiple playrooms. With multiple everything that I did not have. Mothers looking fabulous and of course always witty and enchanting.

It seemed so.....perfect.  I would look up from my phone and see my smaller house and two kids, and feel so......average.

I would look in the mirror and see the lines on my face and the aging in my eyes and I really don't look successful. Or even average. I look....rough. 

Do you ever feel like this?

Do you ever feel that if you don't post a picture or a status update of your motherhood in motion and in action, that maybe, you don't really exist?

Gosh, I sure have felt this way.

It has seemed that if no one sees what happens here, it doesn't really count. If no one applauds me or nods their head in agreement to the thousands of words I let fall out of my mouth each day, some good and some not so good, then it must not really matter.

Through social media our lives have become open books. Open to the whole wide world to see, to interpret, to look into.

This has to affect how we live. How we mother. How we think.

Nothing is discreet or hidden these days. Everything is laid out for the whole watching world to see.

Hence, our children feel the pressure. To measure up. To look a certain way. To purchase filters for their pictures to enhance and edit their precious bodies. Because....

The world watches.

And what about the mothers?

We have felt it too.

We follow  mothers that we do not even know, quoting what they quote, buying what they buy, cooking what they cook, dressing how they dress....

At some point, we have to ask ourselves, what is reality?

Is there even such thing anymore?

The hidden life. The treasures found in a serving life. Away from the limelight. Away from the glare of the camera lens. Away from the approval and likes of others....

This is what I so desperately crave.

Like the woman with the alabaster jar of perfume.

Giving all she had...not thinking twice....and pouring it out on the Lord's feet. Washing his feet with her hair.

No accolades, in fact insults from the men around Jesus. "Why do you do this? You could have made money off of this to give to the poor..."

Jesus replied, "The poor you will always have, but you will not always have Me."

I am paraphrasing here. Look up the complete passage here in Matthew 26.

I want to be like this woman.

Wanting nothing on earth but Jesus.

Wanting only His approval and His eyes.

But, why is it so hard?

I think of John's piercing words here...

"He must become greater, I must become less." John 3:30

How do we become less in a world that shouts that we need to be greater?

Could it be that the greatest treasures are hidden. Away from the world's peering eyes. Away from the amount of social media friends, likes, and comments we have.

Could it be that the greatest treasure is actually found far away from all of it.

In the quiet of your bedroom. In the clink of pans in your kitchen as you prepare your one millionth dinner for the week. In the whisper of your child's breath saying her prayers each night. In the closeness of your spouse as you sit on the couch together watching the news. In the hello of your elderly neighbor as he sits on his porch watching the birds sing and dance around him.

The simple ordinary average  life. Just may be the greatest treasure we will ever unearth.

Maybe our lights shine even brighter when He lights them and we don't. Perhaps we don't even see the light, but others will and they do.

We can still be a city shining on a hill...

Like a lighthouse. It glows. It beckons. It shines.

And brings others ashore.

Without saying a word.

You matter, and He sees.

Embracing the hidden,


Apr 20, 2019

Seeing Jesus at The Dump.....

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I had no plans to write this story today. None. However, sometimes the words in your soul are palpitating against your skin and they must come out to breathe the cool air of release.

Words hold such power. If we truly could see the healing or damage they do, we would probably never utter another solitary word without deep consideration.

I pray these words bring healing to those hurting, grieving, and broken.

On February 6th of this year, Lem and I went furniture shopping at a place in Atlanta called The Dump. Sounds lovely, right?

It's a HUGE place. Furniture everywhere. I mean, everywhere.

A little overwhelming for this small town girl to be honest.

We were walking around for a few minutes when I noticed a sweet family sitting on some sectional couches. I had to do a double-take because they looked so familiar. Without trying to look stalky, I looked each face over intently. I could not place how I knew them. Something though, was beckoning me to keep watching them.

Really, I am not this strange usually. I promise.

As Lem and I kept looking over all of the furniture, I kept glancing over my shoulder at this family. What was it about them that was drawing my eyes to them? Why was I so fascinated with these people?

Lem dragged me by the arm and pulled me off into another direction. He's kinda used to my weirdness.

About 30 minutes later, I saw the mother of that family on a sectional by herself. It was the same one my husband and I were looking at. I went and sat next to her.

Who am I, and why am I acting so crazy? I don't usually go and sit next to a perfect stranger as they are testing out a couch. I promise.

We quickly started chatting, and chatting, and chatting. I was so drawn to talk to her, to listen to her, and to know about her precious family.

Honestly, I don't remember much about the entirety of our conversation, but I vividly remember the end of it.

As we got off of the couch and said goodbye to each other, I casually asked her how old her children were.

She told me their names and ages, and ended with, "And we have a 17 year old that passed away in December."

I thought maybe I misunderstood her for a moment. But, the look on her beautiful face told me otherwise.

She went on to tell me small details about what had happened to her son.

It was a tragedy. A crime. A murder.

With tears spilling down my face, I grabbed her and wrapped my helpless arms around her.

How in the world had she been able to casually talk to me on that couch? How as she able to get out of bed that day, or any day for that matter? How in the world could she look that peaceful and beautiful in the midst of such horror?

Immediately, I pulled back from her and looked at her face again.

"You are a believer, aren't you," I asked her.

I knew what her answer would be before I asked her.

"Yes, I am."

She went on to tell me how God had been so gracious to her and how her church family, family members and friends had been a life-line for her and her family. She said they could not make it through without them.

I just sat there slack-jawed. Taking in the sight of this providential moment.

After saying our final goodbyes and assuring her I would pray for her family, Lem and I got to the car and I cried my eyes out.

I had left a piece of my heart right there near that leather sectional we were sitting on.

I had just witnessed the Peace and Love of Christ like never before.  It was all over my new friend's face. In her mannerisms. In her voice. In her stillness.

I had just seen Jesus.

God had drawn my eyes to her from the moment we walked in and would not let me leave without talking to her. He knew I needed to know her story, and He knew what it would do to my soul.

As a mother, when we hear of these kinds of tragedies, our blood runs cold. We stop breathing for a moment and picture ourselves in their shoes.

Empathy sets in and we cannot shake it without drenching it with prayer.

She has been on my heart heavy ever since.

As I picture the scene in my mind of Jesus on the cross, I see my friend's teenage son. I see the injustice. I see the horror. I see the inhumane tragedy of a life cut too short.

As I picture Jesus's mother, Mary, at the foot of the cross, I picture my friend's face.

She has walked in Mary's shoes. She is walking in Mary's shoes.

Daily. Hourly. Minute by minute.

My friend has had to walk through her own child being taken by the hands of evil.

Yet, she is able to have Peace. To have Comfort. To have Assurance...

This is not the end.

He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever. Revelation 21:4

And, just like Mary, she will see her boy again. It will be sweet and it will be eternal. And, in the meantime, the impact of her life and the story of her son will draw many to the Cross. Even at a place called the Dump.

Isn't God just like that.

Making a place called The Dump, a place of Holy Ground.

Sunday is coming,


(Originally posted 3/2016)


Apr 16, 2019

Parenting with Joy....

Original post 4/3/17

A joyful heart is good medicine, But a broken spirit dries up the bones. Proverbs 17:22

I always hesitate to write posts on parenting. I am not an expert by any form or shape. However, I have learned some things along the way. Mostly from older women in my life who have been down this path and their lives and the lives of their children teach volumes. I am so thankful for these women in my life!

If you are an older mother, I encourage you to share your wisdom with those coming up behind you. We need you. We need your teaching. You may say, "Oh, I am not a teacher!". However, I believe we are all teachers in one way or another. Whether we intend to teach or not, we are teaching. And many are watching.

Something that the Lord is constantly having to remind me of is to have joy with my parenting.

Normally, I have a very joyful and sanguine personality. However, raising children can affect my joy if I am not constantly seeking the Lord for help in this area.

Mundane tasks, constant teaching and correcting, disciplining,  cooking, cleaning,  driving, and more driving....

Did I mention driving?

All of these things can weigh a momma down. There are times when my joy diminishes and my kids see a burnt out mother just going through the motions and checking things off her list.

We tend to think that kids don't notice these things. As long as we are "performing" and meeting their needs, the kids are good.

I don't believe this is true.

Kids sense when we are going through the motions. Doing things out of duty instead of joy. [Uh, husbands sense this too! Another post for another day...]

A joyful mom can stop in the middle of the daily grind and look her kid in the eyes and listen to their words. Laugh at their corny jokes. Be present when it would be so easy to be distracted.

 A joyful mom realizes that our kids much prefer us to be present over perfect.

Yes, we can spoon feed them scripture and lofty teachings telling them how to behave. However, I believe what sticks with them the most is how we respond to them. How do we respond when something doesn't go our way? Or when something turns out differently than we had planned.

Do we lose our joy and become bitter and hateful? Do we spew words of condemnation, hurt, anger, or sarcasm?

I know I sure have at times.

Joy is not dependent on our circumstances.

"The Joy of the Lord is your strength" Nehemiah 8:10

This scripture from Nehemiah was the first verse I memorized as an adult. It was soon after I had my first child. The Lord was reminding me to keep joy in my heart. In my home. Towards my children. In my marriage.

I wanted perfection.

A clean house. A good baby. A skinny body. A full bank account. A perfect husband who acted the way I wanted him to act. [ha!]

When those things didn't happen,  I fell apart.

I would lose my joy.

Depression, anxiety, fear, and sadness would set in.

The standards were set even higher when the second child was born. It was just too much to maintain all of these things that I thought made me a "good mom".

I would try so hard to do all the right things. Put a smile on my face in public. Keep up  the demands of being a mom with babies, a husband, two dogs AND a cat, and a house to take care of.

But, deep down, joy was nowhere to be found.

When the Lord opened my eyes to my need for His Joy instead of my "standards", it seemed almost too easy.

Have joy?


Too simple.

Surely, I would need to add 7.5 hours a day of prayer. Along with perfect church attendance. And attend two or three bible studies a week.

No, Jill. Just clothe yourself with my Joy. Let Me be your Joy. 

 I heard these words so clear in my heart.

I began to daily ask Him for Joy. I begged Him. I wrote it on my mirror with an expo marker. I taped scriptures about Joy all over my house. I set my mind every single day to be intentional about clothing myself in His Joy.

 Oh, y'all, I needed joy desperately.

Little did I know that Joy would change everything.

Joy comes  from the Lord.

Joy is not a feeling or emotion, it is a gift from the Lord.

Joy is the overwhelming contentment that floods our soul.

Joy is always coupled with gratitude.

Joyful people are thankful people.

 Instead of being bitter about our lot and season of life, let's be thankful. Let's be joyful! And heaven forbid even stopping to laugh once and a while! The bible even tells us that it is GOOD for us to laugh! [Proverbs 17:22]

And, hey, what if we really took the following verse to heart. Laughing, without fear of the future. Surely, our joy would be so evident to others. Especially our children!

She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come. Proverbs 31:25

Let's ask ourselves these questions:

Do our children see themselves as our joy? Or as our burdens.

Would they define their momma as joyful? Or stern and unbending.

Are we overflowing with joy? Or just overbearing.

How do we respond when life doesn't go the way we planned?

Our children are watching. Taking notes. Looking for us to teach them about joy.

Will our children be drawn to our faith in Jesus because of our strict standards of living and no-nonsense attitudes?

I don't think so

I think they will be drawn to Jesus through our joy.

In gentle words. In kind responses. In loving gestures. In having a servant heart.


Even in very difficult situations and trying times, joy is possible.

“Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance.”  James 1:2-3

When doing the same tasks over and over each day, we can have joy. We just have to ask God for it, and set our minds on praise.

For you make me glad by your deeds, Lord; I sing for joy at what your hands have done. How great are your works, Lord, how profound your thoughts!  Psalm 92:4-5

I began years ago making it a habit to praise the Lord and pray over my kids as I fold their laundry and cook dinner. Praising God and praying over my people brings my heart JOY! It's like killing two birds with one stone. Multi-tasking at its finest.

 And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him. Colossians 3:17

Our children will forget  a lot of the things that we said to them. But, they will never forget how we responded to them. How we loved them and listened to them. Looked them in the eyes and stopped for a few minutes to be present with them.

Will our children remember their mother being full of joy?

Oh, Lord, let it be so.

 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. Galatians 5:22-23

seeking joy,


Apr 9, 2019

Pray and Prepare....

Are y'all still with me on our reading plan? Raise your hand.

Just kidding.

But, really. I am fascinated by the Old Testament. Can we just shorten it to the OT for the sake of this post? Ok, good.

So, today we find ourselves in the middle of the OT in 2 Kings. We come across a prophet by the name of Elisha.

In a span of 4 chapters, God uses Elisha to perform 9 miracles. NINE.

We don't really talk about miracles anymore, do we?

I mean, sometimes we do. But do we really, really, really expect God to still perform miracles in our everyday mundane little lives?


Here is why....

Nothing has changed. He is still the same. Yesterday, today, and tomorrow...the same God.

"Is anything too hard for the Lord?' Genesis 18:14

"Nothing is impossible with God" Luke 1:37

But, are we preparing ourselves to receive a miracle.

Think about this.

What miracle do you need?

Are you preparing for it?

Read about the poor widow in 2 Kings 4.

The wife of a man from the company of the prophets cried out to Elisha, “Your servant my husband is dead, and you know that he revered the Lord. But now his creditor is coming to take my two boys as his slaves.”
Elisha replied to her, “How can I help you? Tell me, what do you have in your house?”
“Your servant has nothing there at all,” she said, “except a small jar of olive oil.”
Elisha said, “Go around and ask all your neighbors for empty jars. Don’t ask for just a few. Then go inside and shut the door behind you and your sons. Pour oil into all the jars, and as each is filled, put it to one side.”
She left him and shut the door behind her and her sons. They brought the jars to her and she kept pouring. When all the jars were full, she said to her son, “Bring me another one.”
But he replied, “There is not a jar left.” Then the oil stopped flowing.
She went and told the man of God, and he said, “Go, sell the oil and pay your debts. You and your sons can live on what is left.”

Pay attention here. What did the widow do?

She prepared for the miracle. 

She had a responsibility.

She didn't just moan and groan waiting and pleading...she prepared.

Or, how about in 2 King 5. The healing of a man named Naaman.

Elisha told him to bathe in the Jordan river 7 times to be healed from leprosy.

God could have just healed him on the spot. But, He didn't.

Naaman had a job. To prepare for the miracle.

This takes radical faith. RADICAL FAITH.

Friend, what miracle are you asking God for?

Pray, Pray, Pray and Pray some more.

And then, prepare.

It will seem crazy to you, yes, it should and it will.

Prepare anyway.

I wonder if we are missing out on miracles because we are not prepared to receive them?

Are you ready?

Me too.

Pray. Prepare. Pray. Prepare.

collecting empty jars,


Mar 26, 2019

Pray and Obey...

For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven...Ecclesiastes 3:1

This is the year of change. Change everywhere around me.

My parents recently celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary. 50th! I clearly remember my sister and I hosting them their 25th anniversary party. I was barely out of highschool.

Joseph, my oldest child, will graduate high school this year. When I began writing here on this blog, he was beginning 5th grade. Yep. Wow.

Lem and I celebrated 20 years of wedded bliss in September.

I cannot seem to keep up with the changes.

All of them good, but changes none the less.

I have been really trying to be intentional with how I spend my time, and who I spend my time with.

I do not want to miss a moment with my family. Not one.

However, I also have had this pull to do something new in my own life.

I have been a stay at home mom for the past 17 years. I love every second of it.

My nest will be one egg short beginning this Fall.

God is preparing a new path for all of us. I trust Him, but sometimes it is hard not to look back and long for yesterday.

He is ever so kind and gentle though. He slowly leads and He is good.

I began taking yoga classes about a year and a half ago at a local gym. My doctor had told me that it was the best exercise for women over 40 and that it was really good for anxiety.

Soooo, I tried it.

I hated the first class. I felt like an idiot. "Never ever coming back" were my exact thoughts.

However, I did go back because I liked the way I felt after. Stretched, and calmer.

I became friends with my yoga teacher. She is a few years younger than me and her children are small. I looked forward to seeing her every Tuesday, and I began using my yoga mat as a prayer altar.

I prayed for my yoga teacher every single minute I was in her class. I did not know at the time what her beliefs were, but I knew God was prompting me to pray over her. In a big way.

That Fall, my Tuesday morning bible study rolled around. I had done this study with my friend Becky for years. I headed to the first class of the season, and I felt a nudging in my heart. A nudging that I was not supposed to be going to that bible study.

I called a few friends and talked it out with them. It just did not make sense. I knew I had a tugging in my heart, and it was from the Lord.

But, why? Why would the Lord want me to continue going to this yoga class instead of my normal Tuesday morning bible study?

At the time, I had no idea. I just knew I needed to continue going to yoga on Tuesdays. I did not question it, I just obeyed the Lord.

As all of this was happening, I had another friend asking me to pray for her daughter. She was desperate to find her daughter a parapro that could fill her daughter's needs in the classroom. We prayed and prayed and prayed together.

A few months later, I walked into my yoga class. My yoga teacher informed me that she had gotten a new job and would not be teaching at the gym anymore.

I was devastated. I loved my friend/yoga teacher!

She then let me know the reason she was leaving....

She had taken a job at a local school---she would be a parapro for a very special little girl.

I could not believe my ears. What?

I had been praying for my friend/yoga teacher, while also praying for my friend and her daughter to find the perfect parapro fit.

Look what God did there!

I was stunned. And happy. And just in awe of God's work.

Also, through all of this, I had been praying for an opportunity. A small part time job, just to help with the finances. Something that would not require me to be gone at night or when kids were home from school.

I was asked to teach the yoga class.

I am not kidding.

I had no certification, but I did love yoga.

A week later, I began teaching.

A few weeks later, my friend Melissa, encouraged me to pursue YogaFaith training.

A few months later, and lots of reading and learning-- here I am. A certified YogaFaith teacher!

It all began with a prayer on my mat. A prayer for my yoga teacher. A prayer for my friend who needed help with her daughter.

A giant leap of faith by not attending the bible study that I dearly loved and going to a yoga class instead.

God had it all aligned. So perfectly.

So, yes. Changes.

Many changes.

Oh, but you guys. He is so faithful.

He is always working on our behalf. Planting seeds along the way that we will one day be able to see.

Prayer changes everything.

I am currently teaching 3 YogaFaith classes a week. It is just so much fun. Doing what I love the most--Worshiping Jesus, Praying, Reading my Bible, Being with friends, and exercising! Only God could have made all of those come together just for me.

He is so so so faithful!

Are you in a season of change?

Trust Him.

He is already preparing you for the next step.

Obey. and Pray.

Pray. and Obey.

Delight yourself in the Lord,and he will give you the desires of your heart. Psalm 37:4

praying on my mat,


Mar 7, 2019

When you don't know what to say....

Have you ever been in a place where all you could to was call on the Lord?

Maybe it was an entire season of valleys. A season of anxiety. Or fear. Or depression. Or pleading. Or grief. Or desperation.

Your words are gone. Your heart is pleading, but your mouth is completely void of words.

I discovered years ago the Hebrew Names for God. I was completely fascinated. Every time, I would say the Name for God I was in need of and slowly let it roll off my tongue. Then repeat it over and over and over. I could literally feel the Power of His Presence surround me.

Many days, I would just speak His Name over and over. Nothing else could be conjured up to say. And, nothing else was needed.

Many times people ask me to pray for them or a loved one. I quickly go to my reference for the Names of God. I apply that Name to the particular need being prayed for.

For example, a friend who needs healing. I would plead Jehovah Rapha, Lord who heals.

I feel a strong prompting to share these Names with you. Maybe you know them already. Maybe you have no earthly idea what I am talking about. Either way, say them out loud. Let them roll off your tongue and saturate the air around you. There is so much POWER in His Name!

Jehovah Nissi has been my go to lately. The Lord is our Banner. He leads us into victory. I need to remind myself of this over and over.

Here is the thing...

The enemy has to flee at the Name of the Lord. So, let's shout it out!

We have become so conservative and hush hush about The Lord.

Why is this?

We have been brainwashed into thinking that we will offend someone.

Oh, y'all. We need to be offensive! The battle for the hearts of our loved ones will not bow down to political correctness.

I am sick to death of being hushed because I may step on someone's toes. God made those toes! They need to be stepped on and shown the Way to Everlasting Life!

We should never ever apologize for speaking Truth. Ever.

Only when we use the Sword of the Spirit--the Word of God will this battle be won.

We have all we need...

El Shaddai.

El Elyon.

Why are we afraid to speak His Name? Why are we afraid to point others to the Cross?

"We don't want to come on too strong. We don't want to push them away. We need to be careful or we may offend."

I believe this is exactly what satan would want us to say.

Do we not love people enough to stand up for them and point the way boldly to Jesus?

Are we so lulled by sweet worship songs and encouraging words dripping in honey that we miss the boat on spreading Jesus to a hurting world??

For a time is coming when people will no longer listen to sound and wholesome teaching. They will follow their own desires and will look for teachers who will tell them whatever their itching ears want to hear. 2 Timothy 4:3

The battle for the hearts of our loved ones will never be won sitting on a church pew with crossed legs.

It will only be won on our KNEES crying out to the Lord and speaking Truth unabashed to those in our path.

Lest, we become lukewarm.

I know your works: you are neither cold nor hot. Would rather that you were either cold or hot! So, because you are lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold, I will spit you out of my mouth. Revelation 3:15-16

Call on Him, friends.

Call on Him loudly and with boldness!

The world desperately needs to hear.

Jehovah Nissi,


Mar 6, 2019

American Idol.....

1“Do not make idols or set up carved images, or sacred pillars, or sculptured stones in your land so you may worship them. I am the LORD your God. 2You must keep my Sabbath days of rest and show reverence for my sanctuary. I am the LORD. Leviticus 26:1

Raise your hand if you are still with me on our Bible reading journey?

Listen, I know it was tough with a capital T to hang on through the book of Leviticus. Goodness gracious with the laws and the sacrifices and the blood....

OH, but y'all. Hang in there with me. All of this points straight to the coming of Jesus. 

I wish I could look you in the face and talk to you about all of this. We are right smack in the middle of Joshua boldly leading the troops into the Promised Land.

Is anyone else sad that Moses could not enter the Promised Land? Oh heavens my heart breaks for him. I mean, he was chosen and highly favored, but he acted in disobedience. And, God would not allow him to enter the new land due to it.

Has anyone else noticed how seriously God is about sin and especially idols?

If someone was caught with an idol or anything from the foreigners they were killed on the spot. And their family as well!

This speaks to me about the character of God.

He wants purity in our hearts. Not just in our hearts, but in our bodies and outside of our bodies.

He knows the consequences of sin....

It will ruin the whole camp.

My daughter had a little girl on her team years ago that had a terrible attitude. She was also a bit of a bully. The whole team suffered because of her actions and words. They did not win games, not due to lack of ability, but because this one child was causing so much destruction among her teammates.

It is the same with sin.

One itty bitty piece of sin can ruin the whole of our hearts.

It multiplies.

It doesn't stop until the whole heart and mind are obliterated.

Aren't we thankful for Jesus?

He does wash away our sins, yes. However, we still willingly walk in sin from time to time. Sometimes for years.

We think to ourselves "this is my only vice. surely it is not that big of a deal. everyone has to have something, right?"

And, just like Satan whispered to Eve, "Aww, it's okay. It won't really hurt you."

Satan is a LIAR.

Anything he tells you is a lie. God calls him the father of lies.

So, there's that.

God has not changed, y'all. He still hates sin. He abhors it.

Because, He knows what it does to us, and to our loved ones.

He knows how sin slowly leads a heart astray. Into the black pit of bondage.

And idols.

Oh and aren't we so fond of some idols.

You may think not, but I beg to differ.

I am not much different than you. I can name many idols that have cropped up in my life over the years. Seemingly innocent things, yet determined to distract me just enough that I lose sight of what is important.

Our phones.

Yes, let's go there.

I have loved my phone.

Really, I will admit it.

I love getting texts and email and messages! It makes me happy!

But, here is the problem with phones.

They distract us from the present a lot of the time.

I can hear you saying, "Oh no! Not me! I keep up with people through social media and texting and snapchat and facebook. The phone has been a good thing!"

Yes, it can be good. However, it has an addiction attached to it that few want to admit.

What do you look at when you wake up? Over breakfast? Over lunch? Over dinner? Right before bed?

Most of us look at our phones more than we look into the eyes of our loved ones. Did you know you can check your screen time on your phone? Yep. Go ahead. I will wait while you check.

I was SHOCKED when I saw the hours I had been on my phone in the course of a week.

The more connected we become, the more disconnected we are.

Here is a good way to get an honest answer...

Ask your children or your spouse or your mother if you are on your phone too much.

They will shoot straight with you.

And when they do, try not to be defensive.

We are no different than the Old Testament peeps, you guys.

Just different idols surround us. That's all.

So, let's check ourselves honestly.

What has become an idol?

Ask the Lord for forgiveness and let's throw down those idols once and for all.

We can still have phones. But, let's be wiser about them.

goodbye idols,


Feb 26, 2019

When fear overwhelms you....

(Re-Post from 2/24/17)

Not too long ago, I woke up in a puddle of sweat.

It happened again.

Fear-filled dreams and thoughts of worry over my children.

Many, many times, even now, I wake up and check on them. To make sure they are breathing and okay. They are 12 and 15.

Fear has been a stronghold in my life for as far back as I can remember. My parents would describe me as a timid, fearful child.

Over the years, I found a prescription for the fear. Jesus.

However, when my mind is in neutral, like in the dark of night, fear tries to creep back in and make a home in my soul.

There are triggers with fear.

For everyone these triggers are different. For me, they are the same ones the enemy loves to use to take my heart captive to that fear-filled place again. Paralyzed by the black hole of fear.

Fear is what led me to God's Word.

I had tried every prescription the doctors had to offer. Everything.

However, I soon realized, this fear was not a physical ailment, it was a spiritual hunger for the living bread of God's Word.

Perfect love drives out fear. [1 John 4:18]

Fear not, for I am with  you. [Isaiah 41:10]

Do not fear.[Isaiah 41:13]

God's Word became my cure for fear.

I would rattle off Psalm 91 in my sleep.

Psalm 23 became my life verse.

These words are not just crutches to get me through. They are LIFE to my weary and fearful soul.

They breathe peace into a heart stained and tattered by fear.

God taught me to take every thought captive to Christ Jesus. [2 Corinthians 10:5]

He taught me to put on the armor of His protection every single day. [Ephesians 6:10]

He taught me to be of  sober mind and alert because  the enemy roams around like a roaring lion in search of someone to devour. [1Peter 5:8]

I had a decision to make.

Would I live my life being haunted by an enemy who hates me and desires to encapsulate me in fear?

Or, would I surrender my heart to the One who knitted me together in my mother's womb and has a future and a plan for me. [Psalm 139]

Who would I serve? God or fear.

I had to make a choice.

You cannot serve two masters. [Matthew 6:24]

The enemy had me convinced that I could control the safety of my children if I just tried hard enough. If I just worried long enough. The enemy would not stop until I was a crazy, madwoman with no ability to live the life God had planned for me to live. A life of peace. Of rest. Of a sound mind.

The enemy wants the opposite for us. He is relentless in his pursuit for us to live in torment. Torture. Unrest. Lacking peace.

I am reminded of the story of Eve in the garden. She had a perfect, peaceful existence. Satan came and whispered lies into her ears. She began to doubt the love and character of God. She believed after listening to the crafty enemy, that certainly there had to be more.

Isn't that what we are doing when we start to believe the lies the enemy whispers into our ears in the dark of night? We believe there must be something we can do. We must try harder. Worry and fret more. Take control over things that we have absolutely no ability to control.

No rest for the weary.

Oh, but Jesus tells us, "Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest." [Matthew 11:28]

I would not be completely honest with you unless I told you that this is a decision I have to decide to make every single day.

Each day, I am one fall away from the black hole of fear.

I have to choose to trust the Lord with my children and my people. I have to decide that He loves my people more than I ever could and His will is what I ultimately desire.

How do I do this, you ask?

I get in His Word. I inhale His Words of peace and comfort. I find rest in His Word and His Promises.

Another way is by replacing those thoughts of fear with scripture. I used to carry scriptures on notecards with me wherever I went. I would keep them in my purse and grab them when I felt the subtle whisper of the enemy's lies in my ear. Now, I have them on my smart phone. ;)

I also have scripture taped up around my house. In my kitchen. In my bathroom. In my kid's rooms. Anywhere I can see them, and see them often.

The fearful thoughts will not go away on their own. They must be replaced with Truth.

“You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on You, because he trusts in You.” Isaiah 26:3

“Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:6-7

"These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.” John 16:33

"Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.” John 14:27

Are you struggling with fear of some kind today? I am praying over you. I know the torment of fear. I know it too well.

I am asking God to fill you with His unshakeable peace. I am asking Him to hold you and that you will feel His arms around you. He loves you so much. He longs to be your Peace.

For the Lord your God is living among you.
    He is a mighty savior.
He will take delight in you with gladness.
    With his love, he will calm all your fears.
    He will rejoice over you with joyful songs.”
Zephaniah 3:17

fear not,


Jan 13, 2019

Are you lonesome tonight?

 “And he said, “My presence will go with you, and I will give you rest.” Exodus 33:14

I have this problem.

Until now, I have been completely unaware of it. 

Here is the thing...

I get up early and read my bible. Every single morning. 

I pray. I journal. 

My day begins about an hour later. 

The day goes on. 

I talk to Jesus. A lot. 

I talk about Jesus. A lot. 

But, there is something I have discovered. 

I don't like to be alone. Ever. 

Really. Like, ever ever ever ehhhhhhhhverrr. 

It is kind of a joke in my family. If my husband goes out of town, I have it all lined up for me and the kids to go somewhere. To be with people. 

Something about the makes me feel strange. 


As long as people are in the house with me, I am good. 

As soon as they leave, I have to find something to do. More often than not, I just leave and find someone to be with. 

My whole life. This has been my story. 

However, recently, the Lord has opened my eyes to this pattern. This fear of being alone. This fear of being by myself for more than an hour or so. 

Perhaps, this is why I write. 

I feel like someone is with me. Reading along. Talking. Listening with me. 

It helps the loneliness disappear. 

Not that I am lonely....

But scared of being alone. 

So, God is working with me on this. 

Day by day. 

One baby step at a time. 

My oldest will be going away to college this Fall. 

God is preparing my heart. I can feel it. 

I think about Abraham and Sarah. 

We have been reading about them in Genesis. 

God had big plans for them. A child! Many descendants!

But, they just could not be still and wait. 

They just kept making their own plans, doing things their own way--hello, Hagar--and everything just kept falling apart. 

Stillness eluded them. 

I understand. 

So very much. 

How about you?

Is quiet deafening to your ears? 

Is it easier to be in a loud noisy environment because at least you have people around you?

Or, maybe you are quite the opposite. Craving some stillness and alone time. Wishing you could escape to a private island--I can see my mother raising her hand. She and I are quite opposite on this!

Whatever the case may be....

Let's learn to get comfortable wherever we are. 

Whether in the crowd, or in the quiet. 

His seasons are for a purpose. 

We grow in these uncomfortable places.  

We become in tune with Him because we are desperate for Him to comfort us here in these places. 

A friend told me recently that God took her through a season of sitting through her grief. Instead of escaping the pain of her grief, He taught her to sit still through it. Acknowledge it. Accept it. Sit with it. 

I am trying to apply the same principal with my fear of being alone. 

Acknowledging it. Accepting it. Sitting with it. 

Knowing God will stretch me--drawing me even closer to Him. Feeling the comfort of His Presence in a whole new way. 

Oh, friend. 

Wherever you are...

Be where you are. 

Try not to run from it. 

Try not to wish it away. 

Sit with Jesus. 

He is with you. 

Will you remind me of this too?

finding rest in being alone, 


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Jan 8, 2019

Don't stop....

So when God destroyed the cities of the plain, he remembered Abraham, and he brought Lot out of the catastrophe that overthrew the cities where Lot had lived. Genesis 19:29

We are in the thick of some drama here in the book of Genesis. Good Lord.

Today, we read about Abraham and Lot.

Lot was spared being torched to death by fire because of Abraham's faithful prayers over him.

Some friends and I have been discussing this over Marco Polo. [do you use that app? It is pretty cool]

Anyway, we want to know why God spared Lot, if not just because Abraham asked Him to. Lot ended up being tricked into sleeping with his daughters---yes, you read that right. The daughters went on to have babies...and who needs Netflix when we have this drama??

So, I cannot help but see the mercy of God here.

Abraham was faithful. Oh, so faithful.

He prayed for his nephew Lot to be spared from the fiery raining sulfur--and God spared him.

My question to you is this...

Who are you praying for right now?

Maybe it seems hopeless. Hopeless with a capital H.

Maybe it seems like there is no way God could answer this prayer.

Maybe it seems that all of these years in desperate prayer for that child, that husband, that aunt, that uncle, that mother, that father, that friend....

Seem pointless.

Read this story in Genesis again.

God heard Abraham's prayers. And He answered.

Did Lot really deserve to be rescued? I do not know.

But, I do know that Abraham pleaded for Lot's life.

And God answered.

Don't stop pleading for the lives of those around you.

Just when it looks like fiery sulfur will rain down, God will rescue and deliver. In just the nick of time.

Don't stop praying,