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.
People have often told me that I have a great memory. I can remember some things others can't. Like the fact that when we were kids, my grandmother's friend Norma, used to stab us with safety pins when we didn't listen. I remember hiding behind the bed one day, because I knew she was going … Continue reading The Things I Forget To Remember
What is the one thing that you wouldn't want to sacrifice if God asked you? You family? Your house? Your job? What is your most love thing? Name it. I could name a few, and one of them I had to lay down this week.
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.
There was water everywhere. It was a flood. Not the flood where there is a few inches of water in the basement, but a Noah type flood. The type of flood that destroys everything. Water covered everything in sight. And I was struggling to keep my head above water. But then a large man, probably … Continue reading What Promise Holds In The Storm
Have you ever prayed that God would go before you? Me too, but I want to share with you a little bit about what I have learned recently about what it means for Him to go before us. For me, I have always asked Him to go before me. And maybe you do too. You … Continue reading How I Know He Goes Before Me
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.
We were criticized again for that decision, “well it doesn’t seem that great now either”. And sometimes God’s best doesn’t look that great, because we live in a culture that is focused on numbers, instant gratification, and wanting what is easy, and on top of that the American dream is about the pursuit of happiness, and not obedience to Christ. And in a way that was what we were faced with. Do what would secure his job? Or trust that He had a plan, and that this was really His best for us, as we had at first believed?