I Will Worship

We all worship in different ways. Some of us connect to God through a good message delivered from a pulpit, some through reading of His word, some through a discussion in class, and some through music. Now I’m not saying that you are an “only one kind of worship” person. I’m not. I get something from God in all those ways. But God knows that if He needs me to hear something, and I mean really hear Him, then He plays me a song.

Yesterday I had a weak moment. When you are called to be strong in the face of a significant trial, it’s hard. When we first heard the news, I crumbled to the ground. I know. I know. We didn’t have a full diagnosis, but still. The way my mind works is that it goes to the worst-case scenario. If I can handle the worst case, then I know I’ll be ok. But I couldn’t fathom the worst case.

Coming back to yesterday. I read the paperwork on lung cancer from the doctor. Mistake #1. Then, mistake #2, I googled. NEVER. GOOGLE.

My anxieties took a nosedive off a high cliff, right into the pit of despair, and the flood of tears broke through the dam I was trying to build. I cried out LOUDLY to God to heal my husband. I also read something that I had shared with Braxton: “I command his blood cells to destroy every disease germ and virus that tries to inhabit his body. I command every cell of his body to be normal in Jesus’ name. Every cell in his body is quickened by the Spirit of God and functions perfectly.”

Now, I have never been that bold. But my God is BIG. He is the God of the impossible, the improbable, and the 1/10. So yeah, I got BOLD. And I yelled it! I’m pretty sure Markalynn thought I lost my mind, but that’s ok.

I went back to cleaning up and wiping down the dining room table, and I said, “God, I just need some good news. It’s been a hard couple of weeks. Just give me some good news.”

I walked back into the kitchen, where that little black dot was playing worship music, and the song “Firm Foundation” by Cody Carnes was playing. Normally, I sing this song loudly. But I couldn’t. The words just would not come out along with the tears.

The song opens like this:
“Christ is my firm foundation
The Rock on which I stand
When everything around me is shaking
I’ve never been more glad
That I put my faith in Jesus
‘Cause He’s never let me down
He’s faithful through generations
So why would He fail now?
He won’t
He won’t”

I worshipped through tears and the lump in my throat as I tried to sing this song.

Then God.

Next he played Mercy Me’s Sing (Like You’ve Already Won).

Somewhere out there hanging by a thread
All of your strength is gone, strength to keep holding on
And don’t buy those lies that are in your head (Ooh)
That say you should just give up, that you’ll never be enough (Ooh)
Remember, you’re a child of the King

[Chorus]
Sing, sing like you’ve already won
Be grateful for all He has done
As long as there’s air in your lungs, sing

You’re so much stronger than you think
The Spirit that brought Christ back to life
Is the same one you have inside
So next timе, when there’s a wall standing in your way
Sing along with that nеw song in your soul
And watch them fall like Jericho, sing

[Chorus]
Sing, sing like you’ve already won
Be grateful for all He has done
As long as there’s air in your lungs, sing
Sing, sing like you finally believe
Your name has been changed to redeemed
So with every breath that you breathe, sing

That’s God, right? He was speaking to me! So I worshipped.

Braxton called me a little later and said, “Do you want to hear some good news?”

That’s God, right? Isn’t that what I had JUST prayed for?!

The news was that the biopsy was canceled because the radiologist thinks that it might be pneumonia, and did not want an invasive procedure done unnecessarily. So they wanted to get the PET scan done first. Now, I am not gonna lie. I PRAISED God very loudly at this point. We don’t want false hope, but to me, at this moment, this is the 1/10th I have been praying for all week.

I know. The odds are stacked against us and we are on an emotional rollercoaster. BUT. In this moment. I am claiming God. I will worship in this storm and I will take a small amount of hope and cling to that.

But, EVEN IF…

God is still good, and I will still worship God.

God’s Peace

Yesterday we took our first visit to the Montgomery Cancer Center. A visit, to be honest, I was most anxious about a week ago. It has taken a full week to get from a CT scan where the local doctor said it “looks like” cancer to actually getting in to see an oncologist.

We have been inundated with calls, texts, words of encouragement, and more prayers than we could have ever imagined this week. We have felt the presence of God. God gave us peace in this anxious time that only He can give.

As we walked into the Montgomery Cancer Center, we were immediately greeted by a smiling gentleman who asked us why we were there and took us right where we needed to be. They have some of the most smiling and caring volunteers to get you to where you need to be; I was amazed. The check-in desk that we sat at had a verse facing the patients.

This verse has been my verse for many years. It has carried me through some very hard times in my life. I knew, when we sat down, that everything was going to be alright. Because the Lord does, in fact, fight for you if you would only be still.

After the check-in, we were led to the lab and then the doctor’s waiting room. I had brought my sketchbook, school book (because I am a little behind on my homework with all that has been going on), and my Bible. At first, I thought I would sketch a little to get a jump on my homework. (I am in school for a graphic design degree.) Instead, I pulled out my Bible and began to read.

That’s all I wanted to do. I wanted to read and feel God’s words. I often take comfort in the book of Psalms. David’s emotions have allowed me to express myself to God over the years. Let’s face it, sometimes you have to be real with God. He already knows how you feel anyway, but if you are truly going to be in a relationship with Him, you have to express your feelings to Him. He and I have been going head-to-head this week. I am not going to lie. I have struggled with God this past week. He has allowed me to be angry, scared, and quite frankly, overwhelmed.

But He is God. He can handle that. He wants that.

I landed in Psalm 91 and I am going to type it out for you here. I am reading from The Names of God translation, and it puts in the name of God used, which is so powerful to me.

“Whoever lives under the shelter of Elyon (God/Lord Most High) will remain in the shadow of Sadday (God Almighty).
I will say to Yahweh (The Lord), You are my Machseh (Refuge) and my Metsuda (Fortress), my Elohim (God) in whom I trust.
He is the one who will rescue you from the hunter’s traps and from deadly plagues.
He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge.
His truth is your shield and armor.
You do not need to fear terrors of the night, arrows that fly during the day, plagues that roam the dark, epidemics that strike at noon.
They will not come near you, even though a thousand may fall dead beside you or ten thousand at your right side.
You only have to look with your eyes to see the punishment of wicked people.
You, O Yahweh, are my Machseh!
You have made Elyon your home.
No harm will come to you.
No sickness will come near your house.
He will put his angels in charge of you to protect you in all your ways.
They will carry you in their hands so that you never hit your foot against a rock.
You will step on lions and cobras.
You will trample young lions and snakes.
Because you love me, I will rescue you.
I will protect you because you know my name.
When you call to me, I will answer you.
I will be with you when you are in trouble.
I will save you and honor you.
I will satisfy you with a long life.
I will show you how I will save you.

That last paragraph says, “I will protect you because you know my name.” I almost started crying. Why? Because I have spent the last few years reading God’s name and praying His name over different situations in my life. Due to life, I haven’t done it as faithfully as I should have, but life has a way of waking you up sometimes to what is really important.

The meeting with the nurse practitioner and the doctor was comforting in the fact that they both believe we can treat this. We still don’t know 100% that this is cancer. It “looks like” cancer. 9/10 it is cancer. But I know a guy. His name is God. And he THRIVES in the 1/10th of a chance.

My God is the God of impossibles, improbables, and barely a chance. So while yes, it may be the 9/10, I am leaning hard in the 1/10, and we are going to pray to be amazed and fight with all we have to overcome this.

This will be our next testimony.

One thing we were told to do is to walk at least two miles (outside) every day. Braxton is not a big cardio guy; he’d much rather lift weights. But starting today, we are walking.

Many have asked, “What can we do?” Right now, I can’t think of anything, but you can walk with us! If you do, post and #breatheforbraxton. So he can see all who are walking with him!

Love y’all!

It’s Time to go to War

Yesterday was a hard day.

What started off as a normal Monday, where the girls and I loaded up in the car and drove to Montgomery to spend the night for speech appointments, was changed because my precious husband needed to go to the doctor. He went in early because he thought he had pleurisy, but he felt he would be in and out and would be back home before we hit the road. We were texting as I was loading up, and something in my gut told me I didn’t need to go, but he told me I did, so I got everything ready, and off we went.

As I was getting gas, he called, but I wasn’t where I could answer. I tried calling as soon as I got in the truck, but then he didn’t answer. I was about 10 minutes down the road when he was able to call me. He had to go in for a CT scan because they saw a spot on his lung that concerned them. That was it; I was turning around. I called and cancelled appointments and made a beeline for the hospital where he was.

The girls and I rushed in and found him. We waited for what seemed like an eternity before they took him back for the scan. Then the wait for the results was even longer. By this time, everyone in town knew that he was having some tests done for chest pain, and texts were coming in and prayers were going up. One of our friends and local pastors stepped in to check on us right before the doctor came in to give us the news.

We found two spots on your lungs that “look like” cancer.

Braxton looked to me. I was sitting with the girls, snuggled up to me. His eyes widened, and I knew that was the last thing on his mind. Not the words we wanted to hear. Not the gut punch we were expecting. But here we are with something that “looks like” something we don’t want.

I had to make phone calls that I didn’t want to make. I had to answer questions I didn’t know how to answer. And now I need to find the strength that I don’t know how to find.

But what I do know. It may “look like” one thing, but it can very well BE something else.

What I do know is that MY GOD is powerful. MY GOD is a healer. MY GOD is bigger than any of this, and He knew that we were going to hear those words yesterday. He also knew that he had moved us to a town a few years ago that would totally surround us in prayer the moment those words were uttered.

We are now on day two of what it “looks like,” and I made a decision. I had a phone call yesterday that told me I was allowed to break down and spiral for 24-48 hours, and then after that, I had to get up and fight. It hasn’t quite been 24 hours, but I am coming up off the floor with my gloves on. I am working on damming up the tears. My girls need to see us strong and not afraid. My husband needs to see his wife not crumbling every time she looks at him. My son needs to hear the strength in my voice and not a quiver when I talk to him. I need to breathe in deep the word of God so that it will sustain me in this process.

The names of God have been a love of mine for many years now. When I first met Braxton, he and I decided to do a names of God study, and I got us both a Names of God Bible to use. It is so rewarding to see God’s name and how it is used in scripture. I have been praying for Jehovah Rapha (the God who heals) to reach down from heaven and just touch Braxton’s lungs. Right now, he is in pain and can’t take a deep breath.

This morning I got up early, and as I prayed some more, I opened my Bible to Exodus 15. In verse 26, it says, “He said, ‘If you will listen carefully to Yahweh your Elohim and do what he considers right, if you pay attention to his commands and obey all his law, I will never make you suffer any of the diseases I made the Egyptians suffer, because I am Yahweh Ropheka.

Yahweh Ropheka (ro-FEH-ka). The Lord Who Heals. Another name of healing in scripture. My God is the God who heals. My God is Yahweh Ropheka.

The Psalms have always been a comfort to me and have taught me how to process my emotions in prayer to God. David, who wrote the Psalms, was considered a friend of God. (God’s words, not mine). And David yelled at God in anger. I have heard so many times over the years that you can’t be angry at God. Why not? David was!

I turned to Psalms for encouragement, and Psalms 142 is where I landed. The name of God used is Yahweh, but for my prayer, I am changing it this morning.

“Loudly, I cry to Yahweh Ropheka. Loudly, I plead with Jehovah Rapha for mercy. I pour out my complaints in his presence and tell him my troubles. When I begin to lose hope, you already know what I am experiencing.

Pay attention to my cry for help because I am very weak. Rescue me. Release me. I will praise you and give thanks to your name.

Righteous people will surround me because you are good to me.” (heavily paraphrased)

Pray for healing. Pray for strength. Pray for wisdom. Pray for the right doctors. Pray for Braxton. Pray for our family.

Just pray. Storm the doors of God’s throne room and usher us into his presence.

It’s been a long time…

It’s time for an update.

I have wanted to write this for a long time but have refrained because I just didn’t have the words. We are so blessed with four beautiful children. One that is grown and living in another state, and we really don’t get to see him much. One that is about to start his second year in college. Then we have our two girls. The two blessings we didn’t know we needed but are so incredibly thankful for. The two that make us feel old and keep us young all at the same time.

I want to start this off by saying that all of my children are fearfully and wonderfully made by a God who loves them and has big plans for them. They are made uniquely and exquisitely to glorify and serve an amazing God. Everyone is made with a purpose and a plan. Everyone is made differently. It is how we embrace those differences in ourselves and each other that makes us thrive in this life.

The oldest of my two girls is incredibly smart, artistic, a wonderful dancer, funny, and just a joy to be around. However, she learns differently from other kids. I am going to share our journey to where we are now, but this is really her story to tell when she is ready. I have several who have asked me about her so I want to share and provide encouragement for others who may have a similar journey but at the same time respect my daughter and her feelings.

We knew early on that our Princess had a speech problem. At age 3 we started her in speech therapy. At that time the focus was articulation, and she made some good improvements. At age 4 we changed therapists to one that was closer to where we lived because we had a new baby who was not a fan of the car seat. This speech therapist has been a key member in our speech journey, and we are so thankful for our Sera.

Sera caught on really quick that our Princess had more than just articulation problems; there was an underlying issue that we needed to solve. Sera consulted with her colleagues, and we did multiple tests that did not give us the answers we needed. She referred us to Children’s Hospital, and we got the diagnosis of Language Processing Disorder. (I do not like the word “disorder” and the connotation it portrays.) They gave us the diagnosis and basically said, “Good luck,” and sent us on our way.

Language processing disorder is where there is a breakdown in the brain; auditory processing disorder is a breakdown in the ear and can be corrected with a specialized hearing aid. There is no specialized device for language processing disorder. It is, however, a very rare condition and one that not many know about or even how to treat. So our journey for the past two years has been a trying one.

We have continued with speech therapy and even changed to one when we moved, which we were told had worked extensively with language processing disorder. I quickly found out that was not the case, and we switched back to our Sera as soon as we were able.

We are firm believers that God led us to where we are living now. We live in a small town that is kinda in the middle of nowhere. But we love it. One day my husband was talking to someone who shared that his grandson has a language processing disorder and their journey for answers. You know this was a God thing because this is a rare condition. They were able to get us in touch with the ones that have helped them, so now we are starting to get some much-needed help.

Language processing disorder is linked to other learning disabilities. Specifically, ADD and dyslexia, which our Princess also has. Her unique learning style is what has led us to homeschool her and her sister. The need for limited distractions, multiple breaks throughout the day, specialized reading help, and a multitactile curriculum have been key players in our homeschool journey.

We have been so blessed with the people that God has put in our path to help us, pray for us, and offer guidance when we need it. I am fortunate enough to have a sister-in-law who is a dyslexia specialist in Texas. She has been a great help in the beginning stages of this diagnosis. With her recommendation, I am currently working on being trained as a Barton Reading tutor, which is a dyslexia reading and spelling system.

We chose the homeschool curriculum by My Father’s World (referral link) because it is multisensory, fun, and Bible-based. It is an all-in-one curriculum that is easy for me to use as well as teaching a biblical foundation for our girls. I supplement in areas that our Princess needs to help her have a better understanding of the material. We move at her speed. If we need to slow down and spend more time on a subject, then we can. That is the beauty of homeschool.

We are still working on getting her more specialized therapies to help her and help us as we navigate her learning style. She is incredibly smart. She is very artistic. She blows my mind with some of the things she creates. She is beautiful inside and out, and I am so blessed and thankful to be her mom. Our prayer is that we find the right tools that we need to better understand how she sees the world and how we can help her navigate and communicate with others who see things differently.

Living Life on Pause

Life on E Street has been a bit hectic lately. We added a baby girl to our family a few months ago and adjusting to life with a newborn at the (not so young) age of 39, plus keeping up with a kid in band and chorus, has kept me quite busy…not to mention the added stress of the holidays on top of it all. I feel things are starting to settle a bit so that I can stay on top of our Life on E Street.

I have written before about facing a mountain and the choice we made to climb that mountain. We felt God leading us down one path only to reach the end and be told “not yet”. I had so many thoughts going through my head that day, mainly one of deception. I felt God move us in this direction only to be told no, or not yet. As I was lamenting to a very sweet friend of mine she quickly changed my perspective. She said, “it’s like when Abraham took Isaac to the top of the mountain. He went with the purpose to sacrifice his son, only to be given a ram when she showed that he would do what he was told. You’ve taken the step in faith that God asked you to take, now you need to wait on your ram.”

I was speechless after that, because she was right. I did what I felt called to do, so now we just have to wait.

I used to pride myself in being patient, then I realized that I am only patient in a few things, and waiting on God is NOT one of those things. We live in such a fast-paced society where everything is literally at our finger tips and can be delivered in two days or less. (I am typing this post from my phone because I can’t wait long enough to get home to my computer!)

We have been conditioned to think that if we ask for it then it should happen right now. “Your way, right away” as the old slogan used to go. But God isn’t a short-order cook to serve up our requests in minutes or even hours. Sometimes it just takes time.

So here we are, sitting at the top of our mountain, living life on pause.

Here’s a little insight for you: I don’t currently live with my husband. His job has him living in one place and due to the custody agreement I have with my son’s father, I live in another. It’s not an easy, “just quit your job and move” type decision. So now we have this beautiful little girl and we are making the best of the situation we are in. This year we are praying for BIG answers from a BIG God in a BIG way. God is and always has been faithful; but we have to remain patient.

So we live on pause.

Another sweet friend of mine posted on Facebook about her word for the year and I shared with her that a few years ago my word was faith, followed the next year with hope. However, this year, its patience. I have learned that you can’t have hope without faith, and you can’t have patience without hope.

So how do you LIVE on PAUSE? Ha. I’m still trying to figure that one out, but truthfully you just keep living, praying, and believing that it will all come together and it will all work out (I’m clinging to Romans 8:28 on that). Until then, we rack up some serious miles traveling back and forth to be together as a family. It’s not ideal, in fact it’s quite exhausting; but for now this is the path we are called to take. So we practice the pause and simply enjoy every moment we have together.

Nothing is taken for granted. Everything is in His hands. It’s all in His time, His way, and for His glory.

When God is asking you to wait, there is always a reason. Trust in His promise and in His plan. His ways are better and He sees things we can’t. I pray we get to hit the “Play” button soon, but until then we will learn from the “Pause”.

From the pit to power

Genesis 39-2-100

I have started a reading plan to read the Bible all the way through in a year again. I have already done this once, and it really changed my life. Right now I am in Genesis, and I have been reading the story of Joseph this week. If you haven’t ever really read his story, I advise you to do so as it will open your eyes and hopefully encourage you the way it has me.

You see, Joseph was his father’s favorite child. Now I know we all claim that we are our parent’s favorite, but Joseph knew it and his father didn’t hide it either. His father even went as far as having a special coat of many colors made especially for Joseph to signify how special he was.

Joseph was also given the gift to interpret dreams by God. Now Joseph didn’t really handle this gift with the greatest of humility in his early years, at least not from what I gathered from scripture as his brothers were often offended with his interpretations of his dreams. There was such animosity between them that his brothers plotted to kill him one day when he was coming to visit them in the field.  Thankfully, one of the older brothers had the courage to stand up to them and said, “let’s just throw him in this pit”, and planned on coming back to rescue him later. So they did just that; they threw Joseph into the pit, and then sold him into slavery. They then took it a step further and tore his precious coat and covered it in animal blood and took it to their father and said, “look what we found? Doesn’t this belong to your son?”  Like they didn’t know. So now they have kidnapped their brother, thrown him into a pit, sold him into slavery, and to top it all off they faked his death and let their father grieve over this loss. (Sounds like a great group of guys!)

Joseph’s story doesn’t end there, but seriously, how much worse could it get? Right? Well, don’t you know you should NEVER ask that question? So here is the rest of the story.

Joseph was taken to Egypt and was sold to Potiphar, who was one of Pharaoh’s officials (a Pharaoh is a King). Potiphar saw that the Lord was with him and Joseph found favor in his eyes because of this. For this reason, Potiphar put Joseph in charge of his household.

Talk about a drastic change of events for Joseph. He thought he was dead, and now he is given a place of power!  Things are looking up….or were they?

The story goes on to say that Potiphar’s wife wanted Joseph to sleep with her, and Joseph refused because of who he was, so Potiphar’s wife accused him and had him thrown in jail. While in prison Joseph used his unique talent of interpreting dreams to help out a couple of guys he was cell mates with, a baker and a cupbearer. The baker’s dream did not have a great interpretation and he died, but the cupbearer was pulled out of prison and restored to his position. Joseph asked him to remember him when he was released…and he did, but it wasn’t as quickly has one had hoped.

Now after some time had passed Pharaoh was having a recurring dream and none of his hired wise men could help him. Joseph’s cell mate, who was the cupbearer, finally remembered Joseph and told Pharaoh about him. Pharaoh had him brought out of prison, Joseph interpreted the dream, and Pharaoh put in charge of the whole land of Egypt!

Okay, that is a real quick summary of Joseph. But it’s enough to get my point across. Joseph faced some serious life altering challenges. Some of us would even say, faith shattering. I’m not sure how I would feel or how much faith I would have if my brother threw me into a pit with the intent on killing me, only to sell me into slavery because of convenience, and then be thrown into prison because of someone else’s lie. But “the Lord was with him”.  That verse jumped off the page at me.

As I was talking to my husband this morning about our current situation, I told him that it must have been a great comfort to Joseph to know that God was with him…then I realized, I know that God is with us in our current situation. I see God’s fingerprints all over it and that is the only reason I have the peace that I have. Yes I have questions, but I am at peace.

Joseph’s story didn’t end there, many years later his brothers had to come to him to get help because there was a great famine in the land, only they didn’t know who he was.  When the truth finally came out, they were afraid, in fact the scriptures say, “they were terrified”.  Joseph said something that really opened my eyes and caused me to pause. ” Genesis 45:5 “And now, do not be distressed and do not be angry with yourselves for selling me here, because it was to save lives that God sent me ahead of you.”

Did anyone just say, “wow”? Because I did! Can you imagine having that kind of faith? When you KNOW that you KNOW that you KNOW that the reason you went through what you went through was to save lives and that God sent him ahead of them to save them, that is a really strong faith.

As I look back over my trials and struggles and storms and I see where God was, even when I wasn’t looking, I’m still not sure why I went through all that I did. I do know He was there. I know that He is with me now in my current trial. But to have the faith and presence of mind to know that it was because God sent you there, that is some kind of faith.

God allowed Joseph to go through what he went through so that he could save lives. He pulled him from the pit that he was thrown and in placed in a position of power. I know that God has pulled me from my pit, and while I don’t crave nor do I want any position of power, I do pray that he places me in a position to save others. What a joy to know that God is with me and has been with me since the beginning, and will continue to be with me till the end. I pray that you will allow God to pull you out of your pit and place you into a position of power.

Your word is treasured

Verse of the week-100

Psalms 119:11 says, “Your word I have treasured in my heart, That I may not sin against You.” I have worked hard this week to compile a list of 54 verses to memorize in 52 weeks (free with the code 54in52). Why 54? Well, to be honest, when I was designing the pdf I would have had 2 extra empty blocks and it just didn’t look aesthetically appealing….and a few of them are really short and I have faith that you can have them memorized in less than a week so why not just give you an extra one or two.  But why memorize scripture? What is the importance?

Because WHEN the day of the evil one comes, you want to be ready. And yes, with modern technology we can carry our phones and tablets with the handy Bible app at our fingertips to look up whatever we need at the moment, so why memorize scripture? Yes, I hear your argument, in fact, I have made that argument myself, but here is the truth of the matter, when I am stuck in a trial or struggle, it’s God’s word that comes flooding into my mind and brings me peace.  When I feel I am being tossed about in the waves of life I don’t always think to grab my phone to search up what verse will bring me comfort.  All too often I have been able to recall a verse I have learned and used it to comfort myself or others I have been talking with and praying with.

Let me tell you this, when you use God’s word in prayer it is powerful.  It’s almost like you are throwing God’s word back at Him, not in an “in your face” kind of way, but in an “I’m claiming the promise you made for me” kind of way. And that, my friends, is power.  But how can you claim those promises when you don’t even know what they are?  How can you draw comfort in times of need if you aren’t armed with His words to bring you peace?

I decided to designs these cards (free with the code 54in52) for you and for me. Some of these are ones that I quote countless times and have engraved on my heart and my mind, others are ones that I have highlighted in my Bible that jumped out at me in my reading.  ALL of them are straight from God’s word.  Print them out, follow the handy-dandy dotted cut lines, then post them on your bathroom mirror, stick it to your dashboard, tape it to your computer screen….put it somewhere that you will see it daily and start the habit of writing His word on your heart.  These verses aren’t in any kind of order so don’t panic if you get them out-of-order.

This is a free download with the code 54in52. Please download and share. Maybe get a group of friends together as an accountability group to quote your verses to each week. But please, don’t just learn them for the week, learn them for life. Treasure His word in your heart.

Show and Tell

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Do you remember many years ago, you were probably in kindergarten, and the teacher asked you to bring your favorite toy to school? I do! I don’t remember what toy I brought but I always looked forward to “Show and Tell” day.  I got to bring my favorite toy with me and keep it with me all day.  The hard part for me was the “getting in front of people and telling them about it” but I’m sure the process was to help us with descriptive words and public speaking at the grand ol’ age of five…I didn’t care for that part, I just got to have my toy with me.  I got to show everyone something that I held dear and tell them why it was special and describe my toy in great detail and tell what precious memories that toy held for me.

Fast forward several years to now.  Now we walk around in this world, a world that we are called to “not to be conformed to” (Romans 12:2), and carry around with us this very special gift. A gift that we are actually called to share with others around us, that is the gift of the good news. The news of Christ’s death, burial, and resurrection and the forgiveness and hope that it offers and brings to all those who believe in Him.

Some recent events in my family’s life has got me to thinking about how many of us actually LIVE OUT LOUD this gift of Christ?  How many of us actually LIVE OUT what Christ is doing in our lives?  I think too many of us know who God is, quite possibly we have read the Bible from cover to cover and know a lot about who God is, we know the facts, the basics, the truth. But in knowing the truth, do we actually allow it to permeate into our hearts and into our lives?  Do we allow God to actually work IN us and THROUGH us?  Are we “showing and telling” others about Christ in our everyday lives?  Are our lives a visible example of Christ?

I once heard a quote that fits well with what I am trying to say here, “Preach the Gospel at all times. When necessary, use words”. -St. Francis of Assisi.

Are we so in touch with God that we allow Him to touch us, or are we just containers of the facts and still living in our own sinful ways but think that we are ok because we know ABOUT God?

Let me see if I can further explain what I am talking about. I don’t watch a lot of tv, but I have a few shows that I like to sit and watch from time to time.  I can tell you a lot about the characters on the show.  I have watched it from the first episode of season one to season six (Thank you Netflix).  I can go into great detail about how the characters act, what they wear, and even what they might do in a certain situtaion….but I don’t know them.  I haven’t sat down and spent hours talking with them.  I haven’t allowed them into my life or me into theirs. I know about them, but I don’t know them.

In order to know someone is to allow them to touch your life.  When you know someone, you hurt when they hurt, you laugh when they laugh, you know their ups and their downs, you know them because they are a part of you.  They have an effect on you and you on them, that’s because you have a relationship with them.

So how do we move from knowing about God to actually having a relationship WITH God?  I grew up in strong Christian household.  My dad was a preacher and a Bible teacher at the local Christian school that I attended. We had Bible study every night before bed. We prayed at every meal. We talked about God. We were at the church if the doors were open.  I knew so much that I chose to be baptized at age 10.  I knew a lot about God, but I didn’t have a relationship with God. I didn’t base my life decisions on what God’s will was. Yes, I tried to do what was right and I prayed my little prayers, but it wasn’t until about 5 years ago when my world turned upside down that I really started to get to know God on a personal level. At that time I had a lot of work to do in my life.  I actually had to allow this God that I grew up learning about into my life and let Him take a wrecking ball to my heart and life until I learned to trust in Him completely and have control.

During that time, I was lost but the God I grew up learning about was the God that reached down and pulled me up out of my dark pit.  Because of that dark period in my life I got to know God, who He is, what He is like, and I fell in love with Him and I have a relationship with Him. I pray that my life now is a constant example of all that He has done for me and continues to do for me. I hope that I LIVE OUT LOUD the relationship that I have with God. I hope that I ooze God from my pores and that when others see me, they see God.

Don’t get me wrong, I am far from perfect. I fail Him daily and I still have a lot of work to do.  But my hope for me and for you is that we are constantly having a “Show and Tell” day where we show and tell others about God and what He is doing in our lives, but not just that, I pray our actions reflect the God that we love and serve.

James 1:22 says, “Be sure you live out the message and do not merely listen to it and so deceive yourselves.” LIVE OUT LOUD the message of Christ. LIVE OUT LOUD the relationship you have with God. Let others see God through the gospel you preach…and when necessary, use words.

Prepare for the journey

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My family and I recently got back from our annual week long beach vacation.  I always look forward to a week away with my guys, especially at the beach.  We have camped in the past but this year I am pregnant so my sweet husband splurged on renting a condo for us.  I am a little spoiled! We had a great time, the weather was perfect, and we had some wonderful family time that we desperately needed.

One thing remains the same whether we are camping or renting a condo…I had to prepare and pack to be away from home for a week and to supply all of our needs.  We don’t eat out for every meal, I normally cook which greatly cuts down on costs, but I have to be thorough in my planning and packing to make sure I have whatever we may need.  As most people do, I try to prepare for the journey that will lie ahead.

As I was typing my last post the verse from 1 Kings 19:7 really jumped out at me, “Rise up and eat or the journey ahead will be too much for you.” Yes, the Angel of the Lord was telling Elijah to get up and eat, but what really struck me was “or the JOURNEY ahead will be too much for you”. I know and understand that the angel was speaking of actual food that was brought and prepared for Elijah, but how often do we face a trial or a spiritual journey and we haven’t “eaten” before we started?  I’ve heard it said before that you are either going into a storm or coming out of one, so be prepared; that is so true!  You will face many storms and go through many trials and journeys throughout your life. Ephesians 6:13 says to “put on the full armor of God so that you will be prepared when the evil one comes and when you have done all that you can do, stand firm”. In other words, the day of the evil one is coming, be prepared!

God never said that you won’t face any trials, in fact He said the exact opposite…you will and you need to be ready!

We are starting to face our mountain and I can’t tell you how much time I have spent in God’s word, in prayer, and talking with our family and spiritual advisors. I have been “eating” up God’s presence and preparing myself for the journey ahead. I feel prepared for what lies ahead. I feel at peace with our decision and the journey that we are about to take. I think I have it all “packed and ready to go”. I haven’t stopped “eating”, but continue to fill myself up on His word so that I can stay grounded and level headed through this process. I am thankful that I have been able to prepare for this journey for months. I knew it was coming as it is a journey we are electing to take; even though it is necessary, it will be hard and difficult. Our prayer as we climb this mountain is that God will be glorified in the end and that we will see the answers to our prayers and that HIS will is done.

All this got me to thinking though, how often are we faced with spiritual journeys that seem to have come out of nowhere? In those times when we feel blindsided by a life event that launched us down a path that we weren’t quite prepared to take, how do we prepare for those type circumstances and journeys? My answer is simple, we have to prepare now for the inevitable. Just like scripture says, “put on the full armor of God so that WHEN the day of the evil one comes, you will be prepared”. It is coming, ready or not.  It is imperative that we stay focused on God and stay in His word. It’s the only way to prepare for life’s struggles and hardships, but also to glorify God in the storms and in the joys of life.

My challenge for you is to prepare for the journey. Pack your bags! Rise up and eat! If you don’t then you won’t be prepared for the journey ahead.

 

Where is God?

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In a recent conversation with my son we discussed finding God. He is starting his faith journey and asking some tough questions. One being, “how can I believe in God when I can’t even see Him?”. I have to admit, that was a tough one to answer.  He is a pre-teen so we are past the believing in Santa stage so I used that as an example, “you believed in Santa”, I said, “and you couldn’t see him. So how did you know that he existed?” His response was the obvious, “because on Christmas morning there were presents under the tree”. Because there was evidence of Santa, he could believe in the fictional character of Santa.  So why is it so hard to see the evidence of God in our every day lives?  All to often we are looking to the heavens waiting on the flashing sign, the “look here!” billboard, the grand gestures, and the letters signed by God in our inbox.  But we don’t have that.

Sometimes I wish for a moment I could be walking with the children of Israel and have God lead me with a cloud by day and a fire by night. Exodus 13:21 I don’t think I could handle all the grumbling and complaining that they did, but still, it would be neat to see God as evident in the sky as He was. Or maybe I could happen upon a burning bush and know that is God speaking to me. Exodus 3 But God does not come and talk to us in these ways any more.

As I was sharing with my son about seeing the evidence of God I was reminded of the story of Elijah at Mt. Horeb. 1Kings 19 Elijah had fled from Jezebel and was in hiding. He cried out to God saying, “Lord I have had enough, take my life”.  Then he laid down and slept. And angel woke him up and gave him food. He ate and went back to sleep again. Then again, the angel of the Lord woke up saying, “wake up and eat or the journey will be too much for you.” Then Elijah got up and ate and was strengthen and walked for 40 days and 40 nights until he reached Mt. Horeb, the mountain of God.

This is the part of the story that I really love. While he was in a cave of the mountain the Lord told Elijah to go out and stand because the Lord was about to pass by.  Then a great and mighty wind tore into the mountain and shattered rocks, but the Lord was not in the wind. Then after the wind there was an earthquake, but again, the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake, there was a fire! But still, the Lord was not in the fire. After the fire came a whisper, a still small voice; and that, that was the voice of the Lord. God came in the still small voice, not in the earth shattering shouts. The Lord was revealed in the small things, not in the massive show, and still today; God is in the small things.

So how do you see God in the everyday? That was the question I presented to my son. Where is God? He didn’t know because he hasn’t looked. Yes, God is there! He is everywhere but you have to look for Him to see Him! No, he isn’t hidden. We are too conditioned to think that God will only be in the big and huge displays that we forget to see Him in the eyes of a child. We overlook the gentle breeze that cools us off on a hot summer day. We dismiss the smile of a stranger on a day that we are feeling down. We don’t see God, because we aren’t looking for him. Jeremiah 29:13 says it best, “when you search for me you will find me, when you search for me with all of your heart”.

So my question for you is, have you seen God today?  Are you looking for him?  Are you searching for Him with all of your heart?

I see Him, I pray you do too.