Have you ever felt like you are existing and not really living? Are there parts of your life that feel dead? Is your grave fear, insecurity, or disbelief? There is one answer.
If you could name the season in life, in regards to your faith, that you are in, what would you name it? Think about that for a second, before reading on. Would you name it faith? Fear? Disbelief? Disobedience? Surrender? Name it... And then read this week's blog!
So this morning after church, we went to pick up my husbands car at his parent's house. Apparently over night, a few cars in the neighborhood got things stolen from them. And our car got our check book stolen from it. Not really a huge deal, but really annoying because it is my birthday, and … Continue reading Fight Like A…
Have you ever heard the line that girls are easier to potty train than boys? Who ever said that was definitely speaking something not true (at least in my household). Because my son was a breeze to potty train, and my daughter could care less. She is almost 3 and we have been working on potty training all summer to get her ready for school. She doesn't care, and she isn't phased by rewards... like the Anna and Elsa doll she wanted... that is until we told her that she couldn't get it until she went potty. And she kind of lost interest. (side note: I actually ended up giving her the dolls a few weeks later, because I mean, she is cute, and she adores them) Yeah, girls being easier than boys is a myth in my house. And while we are on the topic of myths, I wanted to address a spiritual myth that I have come across over the years. That God won't give us more than we can handle.
What does it really mean to "be still, and know He is God"? I used to think that the verse meant to spend time with God, read my Bible, and write in my prayer journal. And those are all good things, and I am not saying those things are not important, because they are vital! So, please keep reading your Bible, keep praying, keep finding those quiet times with God. I want to take this a step further though, because lots of people read their Bible, pray, and don't really know God.
This is the storm that taught us that He is always there...even in the storm.
Grace came at a cost, but I wasn't treating it like that. I treated His good grace like it was “plan b” for my life. A door prize that you threw away right when you got home. I am so thankful that I don't live in Old Testament days, because I am pretty sure that I would be in exile. Instead He meets me with breakfast on a beach.
What lead a grown man to sob uncontrollably in my arms, while saying over and over I want my mommy, I want my mommy? Forgiveness. I met him in Rwanda and walked him through forgiving his mother for leaving him and his siblings in the genocide for her own safety. Years he had held on to the pain, but he was in a place where he wanted to forgive her, and try to reconcile with her as well. Before we get there though...there is something else we need to address.
Which is harder, to say "your sins are forgiven?" or "get up and walk?" Can I take a moment and answer that? The forgiveness of sins part has definitely got to be harder. Like by a long shot. And I say this because I will tell people all day to have faith that to do what Jesus says, but for me forgiveness is not as easy as telling people to "just have faith" that what He says is true. Following Christ isn't easy my friends. And this is one of those acts of obedience that I can easily forget about, until I am confronted by the truth. And that is what happened Saturday morning, when someone called me out on it. The truth felt like a truck hit me. I was holding onto hurt from 20 years ago. 2 decades is a long time to hold unforgiveness, and carry it in your heart. But that is what happened, for more than half my life.
My daughter is fearless. She is 2 and a 1/2 this year and has been loving being in pools this summer. She has loved it so much that she has taken a love to jumping into the pool (sometimes off the diving board...yes all with a puddle jumper). She will jump when we are there right next to her, and she will jump when we are not, almost like she doesn't know the danger of the water. And this can leave me thinking "Can't you have a little fear? Just a little? Just enough to know that there are dangers in the world, like that this water can hurt you...kill you?"